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Sweet Tastes

Title: Sweet Tastes
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: My sweet, beloved Drew -- I love you, my darling!!! <3
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Character/Pairing: Donatello/Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, Splinter
Rating: G/K
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,048
Date Written: 13 February 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.

Raphael’s stomach growled ferociously. “He better hurry up in there,” the angry turtle grumbled, “or I’ll be in there on top of him and I might even eat his shell! I’m starving!”

“We’re all hungry, Raphael,” Leonardo replied, “and you’re not going to eat your brother!”

“Figure of speech, Leo!” Raph snapped.

“He says he’s making a masterpiece,” Donatello pointed out. “A masterpiece takes time.”

“Says the inventor know-it-all,” Raph countered with a roll of his eyes.

“Boys!” Splinter commanded, his wiry tail whipping through the air. “Settle down, all of you, or you will be completely ravenous for dinner as I will -- “

“I’m already ravenous!” Raphael interrupted.

“We know, Raph,” Leo remarked. “We all heard your stomach.”

“Hunger doesn’t make me a very happy turtle, Leo,” Raphael warned, the green flesh of his beak pulling back and showing his big teeth wide.

“Noone likes to be hungry, Raphael!”

“Boys, if you do not -- “


“‘Bout damn time!” Raphael snapped, jumping to his feet and running to the kitchen. Donatello and Leonardo swiftly followed suit, leaving Splinter to sigh and shake his head alone in the living room before he, too, followed.

Arriving at the table Donatello had built for them from pieces of salvaged wood many years ago, the four stopped and stared at the food set out before them. “I told you he was working on a masterpiece,” Donatello commented.

“Masterpiece shmasterpiece,” Raphael muttered, grabbing the nearest slice of pizza and cramming it into his open beak. He started chewing loudly as Splinter shook his head behind his son. “Hey, this is pretty good even for you, Mikey!”

Staring at the pizza slices, Leonardo shook his head in amazement. “Even I am not that much a master of the blade. How’d you do it, Mikey?” he asked, looking up just in time to catch Michelangelo sucking a bleeding finger.

“Very carefully,” he answered around the finger in his mouth as Leonardo picked up a slice and examined it more closely. The slice was carved in the shape of a heart, and even the pepperoni and ham slices were diced into tiny hearts.

Donatello also shook his head in amazement but beamed proudly at his brother. Only Mikey would think of creating hearts on pizza! “It’s almost a shame to eat it,” he said but dove right in.

Splinter had meanwhile found his place at the head of the table and was looking in wonder at his meal. Not only was his slice of pizza carved into a heart, but there was no pepperoni on it. Instead there were little slices of fish carved up into tiny hearts along with the ham and cheese. An entire bowl of sushi also sat near his plate. “Thank you, my son,” he said. He took his seat with honor and grace, but his tail whipped eagerly behind him, betraying his excitement.

“You’re all very welcome,” Michelangelo replied, beaming brightly and picking up a normal slice of pizza for himself. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Now eat up!” He chewed noisily. For a rare moment, all that could be heard throughout the lair was the sound of four turtles and one old rat thoroughly enjoying their meals. After a while, though, Mikey added, “Oh, and, hum, Donnie, I need your help later about a, heh, computer problem.”

Raphael snorted. “Yeah, right. Since when do you use the computer?”

“I like my games on there!” Mikey quickly told his angry, demanding brother. “And I look up recipes on there!”

“Sure you do You have to be a real whiz to come up with how to make a pizza.”

“This pizza is remarkable, Raphael!” Leonardo exclaimed. “Only Mikey would think of doing this for us!”

“Yeah, and make us wait for dinner an extra couple of hours,” Raphael grumbled.

“Shut up!”

“The both of you, be quiet or you will have to skip dinner and proceed with more flips!”

Leonardo’s face fell; his eyes trained instantly onto his plate. “Yes, sir,” he and Raphael spoke in unison though Raphael did not bow his head or defer to Splinter with his behavior in any way. In fact, he continued to glare.

Underneath the table, Mikey felt a toe touch his bare foot. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes moved to Donnie who smiled back at him. “Of course I’ll help you, Mikey.” Mikey just smiled and, for once, ate in silence for the rest of the meal.

“I hope you didn’t fill up,” he commented moments later when he and Donatello had retired to the lab.

“Why?” Donnie inquired, looking at him in puzzlement as Michelangelo shut the door behind them.

“Because I made a dessert,” Mikey said, grinning, “just for you.” He walked forward and removed a saucer from behind one of Donatello’s multitude of old computer towers.

Donnie’s mouth watered at the sight of the special pizza. Like the pizzas they’d had for dinner, it, too, was formed in the shape of a heart, but it was a single pizza, the sweetened crust circling all around its chocolatey, gooey contents. Donnie noted tiny, pink marshmallows sprinkled across and some kind of creamy white frosting oozing in designed circles all across the top of the pizza. Although he’d thought he’d been full, his stomach instantly rumbled its complaint. It wanted that pizza, and it wanted that pizza now!

He grabbed the saucer with both hands and looked endearingly up at his sweet brother. “Have I told you today how amazing you are?”

“Nah.” Mikey grinned from ear to ear. “You’re usually the one who gets that compliment!”

“Well, you are amazing, Mikey! The things you come up with . . . “ He shook his head, his widened eyes falling back to the dessert pizza. “Wow! You are amazing!” he declared again.

Mikey beamed. “Thank you,” he said and pushed the saucer closer to Donatello’s plastron. “Now eat every bite!”

“I will, but first I’m gonna kiss the chef.” Raising his head with a smile, Donnie pressed his beak to Mikey’s in a sweet, tender kiss. The pizza would prove to be as scrumptious as it looked, but the taste of his beloved brother was still far sweeter than his very own dessert pizza -- or anything else Donnie had ever or would ever taste in his life!

The End

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