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It had been nearly one hundred years since he’d boarded the plane to Japan, which was funny because it had only been about one year, at most.
And there Leo sat upright on his futon, legs crossing each other as he held his eyes closed. He’d been trying to meditate since six in the morning, and yet he couldn’t quite make it to the astral plane that he had regularly been able to reach before. The area above Leo’s eyes furrowed, and he groaned as he lay back down on the mat, giving up.
The light from the large windows surrounding his complimentary bedroom was nearly overwhelming. A massive maple tree, which looked as if it had grown straight out of one of those ancient scrolls, brought more beauty to the scenery outside. He remembered taking a photo of the tree to give to Michelangelo the first time he arrived at the rabbit’s suki - ya styled mansion. Leo wished it covered the sun at midday, but it’s fine if the plant wants to use the star to look more resplendent.
The door to his room slid open, and two fuzzy ears made his acquaintance. “Leonardo - san, you’ve been in your room for quite a while. I do hope you’re planning on coming out for food sometime,” the white rabbit looked down at the turtle, face amused at the other’s annoyance.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” Leo said, sitting back up and rubbing at his eyes softly.
“Good, I hoped to go into the city today.” The door slid shut, leaving the turtle in peace before he had to get up.
For almost a year, Leo had gone without the loudness of the sewer. For almost a year, there was no disturbing smell of trash or garbage, lurking everywhere he went. For almost a year, he had awoken to the natural light. And for almost a year, he had wanted to go home each and every day, even though he couldn’t.
He found himself a pair of navy blue sweatpants alongside an even plainer white shirt, putting them on in haste before rummaging through his satchel. Perhaps he should leave his wallet in spite. Although there wasn’t much use in bringing it anyway, because he barely had enough yen for a small portioned meal. Leo sighed before placing the turtle - shaped wallet aside, along with two carbon - steel shuriken. Today, he would only bring what he thinks he’ll need.
His fingers slowly lifted up two Polaroid photos. One of Mikey pranking Raphael with a bucket filled with ice and intensely cold water, and the other of Donnie’s robotics project exploding in his face, with Leo himself in the corner of the picture. These two pictures are ones Leo had thoughtfully packed before leaving for Japan; he would never let them out of his range. Back into the bag they went.
After completely getting ready and maneuvering around the rabbit’s maze of a house, Leonardo had made his way outside. For somebody living there for nearly nine months, it was still a terror to walk around. His housemate stood near the gate, waving at him as the sun targeted his eyes. Leo squinted as he tried to make his way towards the mammal, the sun not giving up its attack. He groaned once he made it, “Dude, why does your house need to be in direct range of the sun?”
Usagi laughed, “To keep the warrior’s spirit high, of course.” The two began to walk, not even glancing at the car parked on the property. “It seems you need to spend more time in the courtyard; your disposition seems grim today.” They’ve rarely ever used the car anyway. Usagi believed that walking proved better on the path of discipline, and Leo was used to moving on his feet. If they wanted to go somewhere further than the village, they would just take the train.
“Ugh, shut up,” Leo responds jokingly, shoving the rabbit with his arm, “You using big words makes me feel like my three years in honors English meant nothing.”
“Perhaps you should’ve stayed for the fourth, then,” Usagi glanced at the turtle, watching as Leo put his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, okay, AP warrior.”
Usagi rolled his eyes, watching as the nature to the sides of the path began to unveil itself. “Shall we head for Ginza or Shibuya? I was also thinking we could finally get you a phone.” The birds sang their songs loudly, bright green and red leaves adding a sound rhythm in the background.
Leo hummed, looking down at the ground. “Not today, Usagi,” he replied a bit quietly, “but I have been meaning to go to Uematsu for a while.” He tilted his head back up and over to the rabbit.
“Shibuya it is.”
Passing the village was no easy task. It seemed like every time the two walked by, the villagers would give them insane praise. By them, Leo meant Usagi, who would humbly accept a compliment or food.. but as nice as he is, it really takes a long time to get through the town. It goes something a little like this.
“Miyamoto - sama, please, we would like you to have some, for saving our village.”
“Ah- No. It's alright, really.”
“No, we insist.”
“I couldn't possibly-”
“We insist.”
“Alright.. Thank you.”
The encounters would always end the same way. With Usagi turning a bright shade of pink and avoiding sharing any eye contact with the turtle.
Leo didn't quite understand why the rabbit was being so incredibly doted on until month three, when Miyamoto Usagi himself had told Leonardo how he had once fought this guy named Lord Hijiki. An absolute madman, just like the Shredder.
Although the Shredder was a TCRI project, Leo was sure that they haven't seen the last of him yet. Which is why he had made his way to Japan using the advice of his dad in the first place. For some reason, their dad knew this guy named Hamato Yoshi, who was a martial arts master who lived in Tokyo for a couple of years.
Anyways, Leonardo was totally geeking out about Usagi practically being a superhero for the whole month after.
Man, Usagi was nothing like his nights out as the Night Ninja. He was cooler, stronger, more disciplined, and he had probably never put any of his friends or family in danger just to defeat a single guy. Scratch was hardly a supervillain on his own, but Superfly, the Shredder, and the Kraang were definitely insane villains in his book.
Even so, despite all that’s been said and done, Leo still believes something about himself needs to change.
“Leonardo? Leonardo..?” Usagi tapped on the turtle's shoulder softly, causing Leo to jump, which made him jump back as well. Once he grabbed Leonardo’s full attention, he was able to speak, “We are at the train station. Did you need to grab anything beforehand? The train arrives in a couple of minutes.”
“Nope. Nothing,” Leo awkwardly laughed, “Wait.. I thought we were getting food first?”
“Hmm. We will be able to get food right when we enter Shibuya,” Usagi mentions, “Do you think you'll be able to control your hunger until then?” The rabbit turned his head away from the turtle in order to glance towards the tracks.
Leo nodded, but then his head quickly snapped to look at the rabbit in pure offense, “What do you mean by that?!”
The rabbit chuckles, looking back at Leo with a sly smile, “Do not mind it, my friend.”
“Come on.. Really?” Leo looked at the guy, completely and utterly unamused. “If anyone can't control their hunger, it's definitely you,” he accuses pointedly, playfully glaring at Usagi, who had his arms crossed and was staring at him as if he was trying to say ‘not this again.’
This kind of back and forth conversation between the two lasts for more than ten minutes, and it is a great way to pass the time. Sometimes, if the train comes later, their banter could last up to an hour. The unlucky villagers who would have to sit through their squabbles would often say how amusing they were to watch. Usagi’s still glad that they haven't kicked them out yet.
Soon enough, the train arrives, making a screech as it stops.
“Okay, but just for the record. I do not eat like an animal,” Leonardo insisted. Usagi shook his head and smiled as they boarded the train.
One thing Leo had learned during his time in Japan was that trains were always a quiet space, unlike New York. The trains in New York were covered in graffiti and mildew; it was insanely nasty to ride on, and there would always be that one crazy person. Not to say there weren't any creeps on the trains in Japan, just that it was way quieter. And Leo was getting too used to the quiet.
As he held onto one of the hanging handles on the train, he watched as Usagi quickly typed something on his phone. Leo was becoming quite nosy after living with the rabbit after all.
He's figured out that Usagi tends to get into a bit of trouble sometimes, but he seems to be able to keep his own balance. It makes Leo feel like he's learned nothing from this trip, but maybe that was his own mistake. Costa Rica might've been a better alternative.
The metal rustling noise coming from the bottom of the train was a bit louder than usual, and it caused Leo to worry just a tiny bit.
It was nothing to overly fret over, as Usagi had assured him the last time he had freaked out over the noise. But Leo couldn't help but reminisce about the time in the NYC subway where he had noticed a metal plate dragging right near the third rail before he boarded. The only thing on his mind throughout the entire ride was “what if the train explodes,” but that was impossible, according to Donnie, after he had told him about it.
His eyes trailed from the metal - plated ground to the window, where he watched the scenery change drastically every 5 minutes. It was times like this when he wished he had brought his phone with him. Donnie would have freaked out over the Shibuya station. Leonardo cringed at his own mental image of his brother’s reaction.
Usagi had put his carrot phone away and glanced at Leo for a quiet second as he was about to whisper something to him, but shook his head and looked away instead. His foot thumped on the ground repeatedly as he thought, sandals contributing to the hard noise.
“Are you okay, Usagi?” Leo managed to whisper. Usually, when he attempted to murmur something quietly, it either ended up as a breath or his voice cracked, and the sentence came out incredibly loud. This was finally a victory on his part.
Usagi shifted his head towards Leonardo, letting a tiny smile appear on his face. “I am fine, do not worry about me,” he had assured him. Still, the thrumming of his foot hadn't stopped.
As the announcement beeped softly above them, Usagi’s ears propped up in their wrap. Leo watched as the scenes outside began to slow down as the train came to a stop at the station. His head started to hurt as nausea overwhelmed him due to his mistake of looking out the window. Leave it to Leo to not learn anything from the last couple of times he’s been in a vehicle.
Crap, he better not puke.
Leonardo Splinterson knows better than to toss his cookies on public transport.
Usagi looked at Leo with a knowing frown. He must be fearing for the worst to happen, possibly judging him with the most contempt in the world. He’s probably thinking, “How could you do this to me! Shaming us both in public, a disgrace you are!” Okay, no. That was probably a misconception. Leo nervously chuckled.
The doors slide open, and Leo is the first mutant out. Usagi followed a close second. “My friend, you look a bit greensick. Should we stop by the restroom.. or water?” Usagi grimaced, observing Leo’s hesitant behavior. “Please don’t discard your stomach contents in front of me.”
Leo gagged and quickly brought a hand up to his mouth. The rabbit found himself swiftly backing up a couple of meters towards the station stairs, giving the turtle a large thumbs up in the air as he grinned supportively from afar. “You’ve got it!” Usagi shouted like a crazed fan, so people passing by them would spare them the most judgmental looks, adding to Leo’s humiliation.
“Urgh! Why do you always do this!” Leo swallowed the vomit that was riding up his throat and watched as Usagi burst out into loud laughter. He pointed at the rabbit, “It’s not funny! Maybe I’ll throw up on you next time! Yeah! I’ll do it!” But Usagi just fell deeper into hilarity, holding his stomach and slightly bending over.
“Alright! That’s it. We're going.” Leo walks up to Usagi and pulls him towards the stairs, letting go at the beginning of the steps.
A sigh escapes Usagi, “Perhaps I should introduce you to my cousin one of these days.” He spins around to face the stairs before they continue walking.
“Your cousin?” Leonardo questioned. However, Usagi just tapped himself on the chin repeatedly with his paw.
“Hm, yes. My cousin Yukichi,” Usagi finally answered, craning his head to make eye contact with Leo. “I have mentioned him before, no?” And Leo shrugged, trying to remember any instance where Usagi might’ve mentioned any member of his family.
“Oh! I think so, but I’m not sure if you went into any details or not,” Leo blinks hard. The city outside the station begins to make an appearance, and the sun is as aggressive as it was in the village. “My memory is really bad sometimes…” the turtle adds, rubbing the back of his neck. In a sudden movement, he feels a sharp smack on his shell.
“Have you been meditating as usual? It does indeed help,” Usagi mentions, “Sushi?”
Leo rubs his back, looking at Usagi as he fights the urge to hit him back. “I have.” They turn left on the sidewalk. “It just— it hasn’t really been working the same,” Leo continues. He kept his eyes on the bright, cloudless sky as they walked. The color matched his mask perfectly. It was too bad he had left it in his room.
“Has anything brought worry to your mind recently?” The wind hits them kindly as a bicyclist passes them by on the side of the road. “Perhaps the feeling of missing somebody, or something?” Usagi inserts a hand inside his pocket, reaching for a piece of paper. His ears flick up as he finds what he was looking for. “It is also okay to find something other than pure meditation. Such as something you find freeing, like how the breeze passes by with no regard for any other living creature, or perhaps how a bird can fly boundless in the sky when it is clear.”
“You’re too poetic sometimes, Usagi,” Leo mumbles, gazing at a group of sparrows flying over them. But it had been true at least. Leo was vexed by the fact that he had left his swords in New York, which caused him a great deal of trouble during his first month of roaming Tokyo. Training with his swords helped him soothe his anxiety, and it allowed him to learn each time if he had fumbled something while doing so. Without his swords, he was left without his spirit. Yet he lacked the courage to ask Usagi if he could borrow the wooden katanas in the dojo.
He was reminded of the first time he told Usagi he was a ninja. For a while, he felt immensely stupid for telling a samurai that he was a ninja, but Usagi seemed to be indifferent to the title, allowing the turtle to stay at his own home. It was in that moment that Leo realized the rabbit was genuinely erratic in choosing his friends. Sometimes it made Leo worry for his housemate’s safety, but Usagi could definitely hold his own better than Leo would ever be able to.
Maybe it was also because they shared the same goal: to protect the innocent.
They crossed to the other side of the street, walking on the right side of the road where all of the buildings were. Usagi’s eyes glanced in Leo’s direction, and he smirked as he seemingly came to a concrete idea. “You’ve never interacted with the dojo for all the months you have lived with me. Is it not up to your standards, my friend?” he spoke kindly, but there was a slight prick to his voice.
“What? No!” Leo responded as quickly as can be, “It’s great— I mean, I just wasn’t sure if it was okay… to… yknow.” His left hand plays with the collar of his shirt diffidently. “‘Cause, I’m a ninja. I thought it would be wrong to use your equipment without permission.” Leo looks up at an angle away from the rabbit in embarrassment.
Usagi pats Leo on the shoulder, “As long as you have honor, you are allowed to do anything in my house.” He then quieted down, thinking carefully about what he had just said. “Well.. presumably not everything.” Eventually, he let out a laugh, “but then again, freedom is a part of self - expression! I wonder what you might have to do to ensure I indeed do kick you out…”
Suddenly, the rabbit stopped mid - sidewalk, thumping his foot repeatedly against the concrete as he had done on the train. “How troublesome that is…” he muttered to himself. Usagi then observed the building he had stopped next to, “Ah! It seems we're here!”
Leo raised his head to read the sign, “Miyamasu tavern? Wait— hold on, is this a bar?!” He took glances back and forth from the sign to Usagi. “I don't think I’m even allowed in there! Isn't that like… Illegal?!” he stammered.
“I am no more than a year older than you, yet they allow me to eat here free of any consequences,” Usagi pointed out, “just.. stay away from the alcoholic beverages.” His paw wrapped around the door handle, pulling it open as a ding signified their presence.
“Miyamoto - sama! Welcome back!” The lady at the entrance greeted him politely, “Have you brought company today?” She smiled as she turned her head towards Leonardo, who awkwardly said hello so as not to be rude. The nice hostess lady seemed to write something down before speaking up again, “Follow me, please.”
She led them to a nice booth near the back of the tavern, away from the high chair bar environment. The establishment was dimly lit and smelled of seafood alongside a high concentration of beer and wood. For some reason, their surroundings made Leo aware of his spirit relaxing inside his body. Their seats were quite comfy; the wood set against his shell wasn't as much of a problem as he thought.
“It’s nice, isn't it?” Usagi said as he handed Leonardo a menu.
Leo nodded as he gracefully took the book from Usagi’s paws. “I thought you didn't like the bars in Japan?” he questioned skeptically. The menu wasn't too long, as the actual food portion only occupied the first page. The rest of the book was drinks galore. “Besides. Aren't you underage, too?"
“It makes a great difference once you go in the day,” Usagi explained, “but the location also contributes to how much I enjoy sitting there,” flipping through the menu, landing on an abundance of tea flavors. “The more secret the better, but for me the tea is what matters most.” He smiled childishly as he turned the menu around, showing Leo the never - ending list of teas.
Leo squinted as he tried to read through the list. He didn't like tea all that much, but to the large catalogue of drinks, half the selection was, in fact, just tea; he could respect it. “But.. How are you even allowed to go into a bar in the first place..? Shouldn't they be kicking you out?”
Usagi flipped the menu back towards himself, skimming over the list again. “Well, it is all right for me to sit in a bar. I’m just prohibited from purchasing any alcohol as I am not of legal age. Why haven't we had this conversation before?” he asked as he set the menu down for a moment.
“Well, maybe that’s because it's my first time sitting in an actual bar with you. I didn’t just wake up expecting you to take us to a tavern the first thing after making it to the city,” Leo clarified.
“Excuse me!” He held a hand up towards a server walking near their table. “Could I just get this, please?” Leo pointed to the gyoza platter found just above sushi row. “Thank you.”
“I will just have green tea,” Usagi adds to the order. “Thank you very much.”
At the moment, Leo couldn’t help but scavenge through his satchel looking for his Polaroid camera. He’s taken a lot of pictures during the trip; it’s surprising how he hasn’t run out of film yet. Pulling out an excessively long stack of photos from his bag, he shook them vigorously to get them unstuck. A frown appeared on his face as he tossed the bridge of film to the side. “—God. Where is it?!”
“What are you looking for?” Usagi blinked a couple of times, eyes filled with cluelessness, before a notepad hit him in the face. Peeling the object off his face, he continued watching as Leo went through the poor bag.
“My… not that— my camera,” Leo expressed, full of stress. Another item darted straight at Usagi's head. This time, the rabbit had tilted his head to avoid it, his eyes closing beforehand.
Their server appeared silently at the edge of the table, exchanging an increasingly worried look with the rabbit. “Don't mind my friend. He's a bit preoccupied at the moment,” Usagi waved. Soon, the man softly clattered the porcelain onto the table, bowing before leaving.
If Usagi hadn't been acquainted with the turtle for a couple of months now, he probably would've sliced his head smooth off, but Leonardo doesn't need to know that, so he poured himself a cup of tea instead.
“Oh look! I found it!" A silver camera, covered in tiny blue stickers, appeared in the turtle's hand. A giant grin formed on Leo’s face, and Usagi sighed in relief.
“Well, it seems world destruction might have to happen another day.” Usagi's chopsticks reached over to collect a piece of gyoza.
Leo lowered the camera with both hands, “Hey, those were mine!” He frowned before lifting the piece of metal to take a picture. The flash went off, blinding the rabbit as he looked up, causing him to drop the dumpling into his lap. "Don't look at me like that. I, for one, think it’s a great photo of you.”
Usagi glanced at him unenthused, eating what had fallen. “Yes, but who is the one paying?” To that, Leo exhaled in defeat. “Although… I have been wondering what you might do with all these photos,” he said, masterfully folding the stack of pictures as if it were cards. “They appear to take up much space.” His paw slid the pile back to their owner.
“I kinda wanted to send some home, you know? To like say that everything’s going great and I’m not dead or anything like that,” Leo mumbled, eyes trailing down to his lap nervously. A look of commiseration followed suit. Usagi tapped on his teacup so that it made a tink. “I’m sure my brothers would enjoy some of the ones I’ve taken so far… Like— ugh, I don’t know.” Leo pokes at a piece of gyoza with his chopstick.
“I just want them to know I’m okay.”
Usagi’s ears twitched, and he discarded picking up the cup. “Have you sent them any?” he responded, glimpsing at the stack of photos motionless in the same spot he had left them. This caused the turtle in front of him to wilt, drop his chopstick, and slump onto the table.
“...Nope.”
“Hm, I see,” the rabbit sounded, closing his eyes. “Then they don’t know yet.” Once he opened them again, he saw the turtle’s oceanic blue eyes staring right back at him. Usagi sighed, “It is unkind to keep them wondering.”
Leo tilted his head so that it lay on the table. “Well, I’m good at that, I guess,” he murmured, barely audible. Then he sat back in his booth, shell clacking against the wood. “I’ll do it soon,” Leo gathered his chopsticks, tapping at the now room - temperature gyoza, “I just… need to think about what I’ll write to them first, yeah?”
Soon enough, the two resumed eating calmly. Neither the turtle, nor the rabbit had any reason to continue this conversation, and no one expected it to. Therefore, Usagi allowed the steam of his tea to wisp around his head before taking a sip, while Leo dunked his mild gyoza in the sauce one by one. Their server returned with the bill and placed it on the table.
Leo began to gather the things he had taken out of his bag, making sure that everything was back in its place. It sort of reminded him of how Mikey would sometimes borrow his comics, but never put them back correctly. It wasn’t that hard to do. Like, it literally goes right back to where it came from.
Usagi set his teacup onto the table and reached for the bill. “Shall we continue?” he asked as he stood up from his seat. With little thought, Leo slung the satchel over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.”
***
There was a wild breeze pushing against the fabric of their clothes, creating a deep, crinkling sound as they walked forward. Something in the trees whistled a great, high - pitched chirp, and it continued to the end of the sidewalk. It hadn't helped that the sun still seemed to pester Leo with its glorious light.
And what definitely didn’t help was the fact that Uematsu was all the way on the other side of where they were at the moment. Yeah, sure, he was the one who wanted to go in the first place. Well.. okay whatever. He squinted as a last attempt to block the light from his eyes, as any sane person would do, but to no surprise, all it did was blur his vision to something even more nebulous.
“How long is the walk again?” Leo practically breathed out. His voice hadn’t hidden his annoyance at all.
Usagi glanced at his phone for a second to check, “A little over fifteen minutes. Will you be okay with that?”
“Yeah— yeah. That’s fine,” the turtle answered impatiently, trying to avoid looking in the sun’s direction. “But could we maybe just like… get out of the light for a second? It’s actually about to blind me.” Next, he swore he had seen the same birds from before, chirping as if in response to his complaints.
“We’ll turn after the next crosswalk. Perhaps the buildings will block it out,” Usagi suggested, looking up at the sky. It had Leo nearly thinking that he was immune to the stuff, but the way the rabbit had to blink a couple more times after looking away told him otherwise.
He hated the sun right now. There was nothing he hated more. Not even the sun in New York City targeted him like this… but maybe that was because he lived in the sewers. Sure, it still got hot in the sewers, but it was never this drastic. So for now, damn the sun.
Leo could hear each blade of grass moving, clashing with one another, rustling in the wind, which had been doing nothing but pulling the heat toward them. He held the strap of his bag tightly as they walked toward the next crosswalk, hoping the thin leather strip would support him. Something clacked around the corner.
There was the sound of people talking in the distance, covering the noisy sparrows. Usagi’s snout twitched, and he began to speak, “It seems the way we're going may be a bit crowded.” But the turtle seemed to be a bit preoccupied.
Two girls who couldn't have been a year older than Leonardo passed by, giggling. A tiny grey and black dog being pushed around in a baby carriage barked at the rabbit, and Usagi’s eyes glared at it. It looked like a familiar wolf of some sort. Leo fixed the strap of his bag so that it was now vertical to him, still staring into the distance.
“Oh, thank goodness,” Leo sighed as the shadows began to materialize from the building in front of them. His hand had still been on the belt of the satchel as he pursued the shade, not caring about the crowd of people waiting for the next crossing. The sidewalk was getting extremely rowdy on the other end, which made Usagi tilt his ears closer to his head.
“We should move with the crowd to make time,” he explained, watching the group of people in front of them gather.
Leo tentatively glanced at the rabbit, who was already walking towards the racket. Usagi looked back at him, “Come on. The light will change soon.” He groaned and followed after him, careful not to bump into anyone walking the other way. It was incredibly hard to tell where the crowd began or ended as the two were now stuck right in the middle.
It was hot, and Leo could feel people breathing, which was totally gross. A sharp elbow bumped his arm, causing him to jump an inch into the air. He held his breath as all he could smell was sweat and strong perfume, making his snout sting. Another person brushed past him, nearly taking him with them.
The signal chimed, and the crowd immediately streamed forward, sweeping Usagi and Leo into the chaos. “You can’t be serious,” Leo muttered to himself. His eyes widen as a group of people flows in between him and Usagi. “Usagi?” he shouted, “Usagi?!”
This was great, better than great, actually.
Again, he was hit in the shoulder by a passing human and smushed in closer by another. His vision was overpowered by the sheer number of people surrounding him, making him overwhelmed as he pushed through the crowd to get it over with sooner. The strap of his bag tugged loose from his body as he maneuvered near the front of the rush.
Finally, the crowd began to disperse as they made it to the other side of the street. Leo stood at the corner, waiting for the rabbit to come out of the group of people.
“That was... something,” Usagi muttered, tightening the wrap of his ears.
Leo groaned, “Dude, that was horrible! Remind me to never…” He felt for his satchel, but it wasn't there. He started moving his hands around his body before looking down and realizing it was actually gone.
“Leonardo?”
The turtle looked up at the rabbit in an entirely different shade of green. “My bag! It’s–! Somebody—” He turned to look at the crosswalk, trying to see if it had just fallen. “Fuck!”
Usagi stood straight, ears perking upward. His eyes surveyed their surroundings carefully until something got caught in his peripheral. He glanced at Leo. “Stay here,” he said sternly.
“What?” Leo replied, shifting his head slightly to where Usagi had been. “Usagi?!” he called out, but he was left with nothing but silence.
So much for being a ninja.