#Leo's flexing his long ass katanas

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Hoooooow about Leosagi First Meeting and Impressions?! Sprinkle in whatever you want in that, go wild! 👀

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First Impressions

As far as first impressions go, this isn't the worst.

Sure, trying to save a stranger in the Hidden City from a gang of Yokai kidnappers (and look cool doing it as a treat) isn't an ideal way of making friends, but if it works, it works, right?

Except it didn't.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Leo takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yup,” he pops, staring blearily at his lap. “Didn't sleep much anyways.”

“Me neither,” the stranger replies. Leo hasn't gotten around to asking him his name. Probably due to his plan to save him ending with Leo being beaten up, disarmed and kidnapped with him.

So, yeah. Not the best first impression. 

Still, what was he supposed to do? Just ignore someone in danger? Even if they looked like they could handle themselves—the fight had been brief but Leo would be blind not to notice the rabbit Yokai's skill and grace with his blade, faster than anything Leo had ever seen. 

Even so, the goons had numbers and size on their side, and really, Leo should have, could have, portalled them to safety rather than show off only to get rinsed. Pride will always be his downfall.

(And cute rabbit samurai boys, apparently.) 

Leo squirms, adjusting his numb body as much as he's able. His ass is asleep, and he can't feel his fingers. “Yeah, sorry,” he mutters. “Turtles don't exactly make the best pillows.”

“No, that's not it.” The other boy shifts, tugging the ropes binding them back to back around their chests. His voice is rough with exhaustion, but Leo can hear a smile in it. “Your shell is actually quite comfy.”

“Oh,” Leo blinks. “Really?” 

“Yes. It's the, uh... well, everything else that kept me awake. Also, I'm certain I've lost circulation in my wrists now.”

The boy flexes his fingers, accidentally brushing Leo's where they're tied behind his shell. He just fights a shiver. “Y-Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah. As far as kidnappings go, this is one of the most uncomfortable. If I lose a finger because someone got too eager with knots, I'll sue.”

The boy snorts. “You'll sue them for that but not the beating and kidnapping?”

Leo shrugs, jostling the ropes again. Man, this is uncomfortable. “What can I say? A turtle has standards.”

The boy snickers. “Well, should this ever happen again, I shall refer my kidnappers to you for constructive criticism.”

Leo barks a laugh. “Trust me, buddy, I know what I'm talking about.”

“Considering our predicament, I'm not sure that's something to be bragging about.”

“That's how I cope.”

“Then you should see a professional.”

“Ugh, you sound like my brother.”

“He sounds like a wise turtle.”

“You haven't met him. He's an asshole.”

The boy chuckles, and another silence falls, lighter than the last. Leo takes the time to look around their temporary prison. The back of the loaded pick-up truck, loaded with all manner of junk from useless to semi-useful, boxes them in close enough for Leo to feel claustrophobic. Small drilled holes shed little light but offer a generous amount of air so they don't suffocate before the transfer. Wherever or whenever that is. 

How long has it been since they were caught and stuffed in here? Hours? Maybe a day? Leo couldn't check even if he did have his phone.

The guys are gonna kill me.

(Unless these Yokai kill you first) a nasty voice whispers. Leo shakes his head and buries the thought deep with every other bad thought. 

Focus. They need to get out of here. The bastards had taken Leo's swords and shuriken and the other boy's sick-looking katanas. There has to be something in here they can use, right? A mystic buzz-saw? A piece of broken glass—?

A sheen catches his eye. Leo whips his head to find it—

His face drops.

“... Hey, um... how long have our swords been sitting there?”

The boy jolts, twisting and pulling the ropes to follow Leo's eyes. Leo wheezes, but the rabbit pays no heed and gapes at their swords resting innocently against the far wall. “Seriously? Seriously.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Rule number two of kidnapping: don't leave sharp things or your captives' weapons within reach or view of said captives.”

“Sorera no baka!”

“Agreed.” He cranes his neck to grin at the rabbit, firmly ignoring how close their noses are and wow, his eyes are so pink, nearly red but softer. “What say we blow this popsicle stand, my good man?”

The rabbit blinks those big pink eyes. “I'm not sure what that means, but if it involves leaving, certainly.” He grins back, flashing two adorably big front teeth—

Oh, Leo is screwed.

He clears his throat again—is it hot in here, why's he so sweaty?—and turns around. “Cool! Cool cool cool. Alright, let's do this, uh... Can you stand?”

Lucky for them, the goons had bound their hands but not their ankles, so getting up is—not easy but manageable with minimal noise. It's easier still to shuffle towards their conveniently placed weapons and crouch low enough for them to start cutting away at the ropes. So far, so good.

Leo sawed away, the rabbit keeping an ear out for commotion outside. Halfway through, Leo swallowed what (stupid, stupid) pride he had left and spoke up. “Um... so, I think I should apologise.”  

The rabbit twitched. “Hm?”

Leo bit his lip. God, he hates this. “I mean, y'know... for getting us into this mess. I don't know why these guys are after you, but if it weren't for me, you'd have probably gotten away safe. I just... I was trying to play the 'cool hero' again to think 'hey, maybe this is a dangerous situation and getting caught would be a very bad thing!', y'know? I'm workin' on it, but...”

Another silence. Leo saws away and ducks his head. 

Then the bunny huffs. “I will admit, watching teleport and deciding not to use it to get us out of there was not your best idea.” 

Leo wilts like a flower, but the bunny isn't done. 

“However, I will also admit that I could have run from the fight instead of trying to tackle six bounty hunters alone.” He chuckles mirthlessly. “My sensei always told me my pride would be my downfall.” 

Leo almost stops sawing. He looks over his shoulder to find the bunny looking back, an awkward smile on his face. Face hot and chest warm with something new, Leo mirrors it. “Guess there's something we both need to work on,” he says.

The bunny snickers and Leo is sure he's not imagining the pink dusting on furry freckled cheeks. “Indeed. Perhaps, fates permitting...” he shrugs, “we could work on it together?”

Oh, sweet Hot Soup in the sky this is the best day of my life!

“Y-Yeah!” Leo squeaks—shit—then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, we could, uh, totally do that! For sure.”

“Good. Also, I... I never caught your name.”

“Oh! Uh, it's Leonardo, but everyone calls me Leo. Or Leon, or Lee, or Nardo, but mostly Leo.” Shut the hell up mouth, you're embarrassing me! “W-What's your name?”

And there's that dorky stupid smile again. “Miyamoto Usagi.”

Again, Leo mirrors it just as the ropes finally snap. “Usagi. Cool.”

When the goons finally come to check on their cargo, they only have time to gawk as the turtle and the rabbit, grinning wide and cheeky, fall through the floor in a flash of blue.

Leo finds his phone blown up with several missed calls, worried texts and voice mails, and a new number in his contacts.

Not a bad first impression after all.

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