Mondo Gecko x Michelangelo Drabble

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Summary: The first date is always at least a little awkward—it's almost like an official rule. No exception for one orange-banded, teenage mutant ninja turtle and one wig-wearing, street-wise gecko after seeing a concert a few stories above the street. To my knowledge, first Mondo Gecko/Mikey SLASH-fic.

Fic-pic (WIP; remove the spaces): h t t p : / / sakkashinn . deviantart . com / art / TMNT- MondoMikey - Concert - WIP -127620308

"Rock n' Roll"

Michelangelo and his new friend, Mondo Gecko, sat in silence in Mikey's sewer home—empty, because his father and his brothers had run off a few hours earlier; most likely, they were looking for their youngest.

A slight feeling of guilt washed over the orange-clad turtle…But, then, he cast a look at Mondo: Mondo, who wore a fake black wig ("Keeps off the chill," he'd explained, grinning haughtily), a purple jacket, yellow muscle-top, skinny jeans--a real punk.

And Mikey liked him. As a matter of fact, the mutant turtle liked him a lot more than he should.

They'd been out, all over New York, it seemed like. They'd been uptown, downtown, in alleys, on Broad Street, near Broad Street, nowhere near Broad Street, in the square, at the park...

The rock concert had been the most exhilarating, in Mikey's opinion. Thousands of fans screaming for some up-and-coming band—Dancing with Ammonia, or something just as weird—but their music had ROCKED. 'Which is more or less what it's supposed to do,' the orange-clad turtle thought aimlessly.

A slight shift of faded, cut-up jeans scraping sewer floor, shoes with it. Another mutated hand—not Mikey's, with four fingers—reached out slowly, but not hesitantly, and grasped his own three-fingered hand.

Silence.

"I had fun, man. I mean it. That was, like, wicked...Seriously." Mondo's voice sent waves of...something, vibrating down Mikey's shell, like...like that rock music--that, that funkadelic, scream-filled, make-you-wanna-punch-and-shout rock music. The guitars and the drum and the singer and the drunk, high, roaring fans were nowhere to be found or heard, but the tempo wasn't quite like the band...And it was coming from Mondo's four fingers--those four fingers that were stroking his hand, a second ago, but that had stopped self-consciously, and...oh, don't pull away...

The youngest reptilian ninja sucked in a breath—his big, baby blue eyes finally eying the equally unique creature across from him. "Me, too, dude."

Finally, he'd made up a response. It was good enough, right?

Sure. Mikey gave himself some credit. Mondo was cool—talking to him was like, talking to a rock star or something...and the fact that he could respond, at all...

That grin was back. Cocky and self-assured, with a hint of something not entirely selfish that made Mikey feel like...

"Cool."

Those four fingers were back but, this time, they were drumming his shell. Ra-ta-ta-da, ra-ta-ta-da, ra-ta-ta-da...It was a rhythm, a message, and an interest, all at once.

The youngest turtle finally decided to fully face his…his friend, he supposed, though that felt a little bit like understating, and he felt a slight disappointment when that made the drumming stop, but he...he wanted to know...

"So, like...let's do this again, sometime." An awkward shift; a teenage brain, virgin to dating, other than what it retained from live shows, struggling to be cool…to not screw this up. "Ya know...like, the weekend, or Friday…or something..."

The gecko grinned at him, again, and Mikey felt blessed somehow—or spoiled. "Yeah. Sure, man."

Satisfied—and, somehow, immensely relieved--Mikey smiled fully and genuinely, finally feeling comfortable enough to pillow his head on Mondo's shoulder. The gecko accepted it, which made the moment oddly tender, coming from an ex-gangster—yet, Mondo was surprisingly empathetic without actually being used to considering most other people's feelings.

Mikey liked to think that—like that band out there, rocking, making a name amongst the other noise—he was the exception.

This shall NOT be the last, I say! *Points finger in air dramatically*

...I'm kinda nervous about being the first (again, to MY OWN knowledge) to introduce this pairing.