#leonardo-san

[bushido-bunny]

LEOSAGI WEEK - Day Two - Stars

Usagi had heard men in his garrison under Lord Mifune speak fondly of their lovers that they had left behind to serve their Lord. Often, it was said that they could be content with the distance simply by knowing that they shared the same night sky.

The simple act of gazing at the stars and knowing that the one who had stolen their heart could be looking at the same twinkling light - the sense that they were not ever truly apart.

The same could not be said for him. The ronin lay on the damp and sweet smelling grass, looking at the lights above him, shining in the inky black and blue and what he knew was that he was quite alone. The man he loved was separated from him, not by miles or seas or mountains tall, but instead by the fabrics of reality, by the very stars themselves.

He shifted the reed he had been chewing on to the other side of his mouth and let out a soft sigh. The ronin wondered where Leonardo was now; if the shinobi might be thinking of him as well.

Perhaps the time would come that the two of them could live side by side. A day where they would not have to wonder. Where they could share the sky, the same sun sinking beneath the horizon as it paints the landscape in hues of pink, purple and gold. To fall asleep at one another's side.

Perhaps there would be a day that the stars served not as a reminder of the distance between them - but as an affirmation of how far they had come.

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LEOSAGI WEEK - Day One - Magic

Flickering blue light had become one of his very favorite of sights. Not just any blue light, however, but specifically that of the magical portals that would rend apart the separation of universes and deliver unto him his dearest friend. He wished however, that not so many moons would cross his path between the sights of that flickering blue illuminating his world.

His favorite sight, yes, however - in truth, this magic was bittersweet. For, they both represented reunion and separation. Those portals not only would bring Leonardo to him, but they would whisk him away, back to his own world. Further away from him than the ronin could really comprehend.

The shinobi stood before him, the tails of his bandanna whipping in the crisp night air, silhouetted almost divinely in ethereal light as they said their goodbyes. Miyamoto felt a lump forming in his throat, an accumulation of the unspoken feelings within him - but the soft smile that Leonardo wore let him know that they need not be said; his friend understood him perfectly.

They stood in silence, each holding onto the other’s shoulder affectionately. Their eyes saying far more than it was likely for their lips ever to confess.

It was impossible to tell when or if he would see the turtle again once he had stepped through. Their lives were both fraught with danger - there would come a time when these portals would simply no longer come or he would no longer be there to greet the boy once it had. It was only a matter of time.

Thus far, the gods had been kind to them. They had allowed them to share many adventures and to see truly incredible sights. They had been permitted by the powers that be to form a bond that transcended worlds and reached beyond the very stars.

Usagi saw the magical disc behind the boy begin to waver and knew that their time was coming to a close. He let out a soft sigh and finally spoke, “Until we meet again, Leonardo-san.”

It was then when the samurai, who was so seldom caught off guard was taken completely by surprise. The ninja leaned down and placed a swift and caste kiss on his cheek, the sensation leaving a radiating warmth beneath his whiskers.

“Until then, Miyamoto.” Leonardo replied as he stepped backwards through the portal, his eyes not leaving Usagi’s gaze until the opening between their realms had closed, leaving the samurai looking only at the darkened rice fields before him.

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LeoSagi Week - Day 2 - "Distance"

A light breeze ruffled the leaves in the canopy overhead, disrupting the rays of warm summer sun that shone down on the warriors as they lay on the damp earth, their hands intertwined as they took in the sight of clouds passing by. The smell of fresh pine and the comfortable crackling of campfire filling the air about them.

Moments such as these never lasted long enough. Too soon would they be saying farewell once again, the days of easy laughter and stolen kisses would become little more than fond memories that each could look back on for comfort until fate saw fit to bring them together once again.

Leonardo shifted his position in the grass to allow him to rest his head on the ronin’s fur covered chest. A soft sigh left the young shinobi as he broke the peaceful silence that had fallen between them with a soft utterance of, “I don't want to go home. Not yet.”

The hare glanced downward, flashing a soft smile at his dearest friend and lover. He wrapped a paw around the boy, gently running the pads of his fingers along the edge of Leonardo’s shell and breathed a soft sigh.

He had to admit, to himself at least, that he shared the sentiment. He was not ready for the turtle to leave, but he never truly was. Still, it was his duty to be the voice of reason in these situations, “You needn't go yet, my friend. We have until sundown. We have hours still before you must return.”

“But then who knows how long it will be before I am with you again?” Leo responded automatically, tilting his head up to meet the samurai’s gaze.

Usagi brought up his free paw, resting it on the turtle's cheek before saying in little more than a whisper, “I am with you always, Leonardo-san. Regardless of the distance that separates us, you need only listen to the wind’s song and you'll hear me whisper my love for you.”

“That is beautiful, Usagi-san.” the shinobi breathed back, his cerulean eyes glistening with adoration.

“I honestly had thought of that just after you last left.” the samurai admitted with a somewhat sheepish grin which quickly turned into an impish smirk, “I have, however, simply been waiting for you to become particularly sentimental to use it.”

Leonardo rolled his eyes in response, though the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. “You are incorrigible, Miyamoto.”, teased the shinobi with a soft chuckle.

The laughter was returned in kind as the ronin mused, “You know that you love me anyway, Leonardo.”

The response was breathed so softly that only one as sharp eared as ronin could hear it over the sound of the wind, “I do.”

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LeoSagi Week - Day 1 - "Food"

Usagi stood in the doorway of the inn that he and his companion were staying at for the night. Colorful prayer flags hung overhead on the awning, the fabric dancing lazily in the soft breeze that swept through the small village, carrying with it a flurry of pure white snow.

It was a time of celebration, even if the town was quiet, the sounds coming from any nearby homes muffled by the storm which cast a stillness and calm on the world around them, save for the sound of temple bells ringing out the old year. The sound would last for many minutes, carried to them on the wind, until the deep chimes sounded one hundred and eight times, once for each of the traditional evils.

The turn of the year was not typically one that was met with much frivolity in his land, instead it was often a celebration of reverence and reflection.

The ronin lifted his amaranth eyes upward to watch the descent of the delicate flakes of snow for a time, that was until he heard his companion’s voice call to him from within the warm inn. He turned on his heel, his worn geta clapping softly on the wood floor as he crossed to the shinobi who had chosen them a spot by the fire.

The hare sat opposite of his dearest friend, between them two bowls of hot soba sat on the table. Toshikoshi. It was tradition to bring in the new year with a bowl of the buckwheat noodles. There were many reasons that people partook in the tradition. The dish symbolized a great many things - long life, new beginnings, good fortune, strength, endurance.

All of these meanings were things that he wished for his young friend.

Since the time that he had made the acquaintance of Leonardo he had seen a great many changes in the young shinobi. He had watched as the turtle turned from a fresh-faced warrior who saw the universe as his oyster into, instead, a boy who lived with burdens and responsibilities that far surpassed his experience and, often, capabilities. He had seen the spark of youth begin to fade away in the brilliant blue eyes that had once glistened with mischief and wonder.

It was a transformation that was both disheartening and terrifying to see unfolding before him.

Even now, separated from his responsibility and the stresses he faced, Leonardo was rigid. His lips that once had easily parted in wide smiles were tight and drawn into a frown.

Usagi had hoped that by bringing Leonardo here that he would ease some of the burdens that the boy felt, if only for a time. He had hoped that the break from his world would serve to remind Leonardo of the person that he once was - a person that Usagi would give anything to see once again.

The ronin grasped his chopsticks between his sword hardened yet nimble fingers, scooping up a sizable portion of noodles. He lifted his gaze to meet the ninja’s, softly toasting, “To your good health, brother.”

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Bagel AU

((So essentially, I wrote this for @katanashipping quite some time ago and never got around to posting it. They had said that they are so invested in this ship that even a Bagel AU would be satisfying. So I made this. Enjoy.))

Leonardo had managed to cook the bagels he was preparing for lunch without so much as a spark from his oldest nemesis, the toaster. He considered this a great success as far as his culinary skills were concerned and noted it as a good omen for things to come. He looked up from his diligent spreading of cream cheese on the golden brown breads when the tea kettle on the stove began to whistle loudly. He pulled two small cups from the cupboard and poured one for himself and one for the ronin who had come to visit with his family.

The blue-clad terrapin placed the cups of tea, along with the bagels, onto a small wooden tray which he carried out into the living area where his old friend was sitting on the couch and curiously pressing buttons on the black remote control, each change of the channel bringing a satisfied smirk to the rabbit’s lips as he slowly learned how to manipulate the strange device.

“Usagi-san.” His voice held the slightest hint of amusement and the call had alerted the samurai to his presence, Usagi’s head turning to greet him as he sat down on the couch next to him. “I made some lunch. Would you care for a bagel?”

The rabbit eyed the presented food somewhat suspiciously, never quite certain what to expect from the cuisine of this planet, but he nodded lightly and picked up the bread with his claws. “Hai, Leonardo-san. I appreciate your hospitality, but you need not trouble yourself on my behalf, my friend.” The statement was dismissed with a wave of Leo’s hand, “It’s not a trouble at all Usagi-san.”

Usagi lifted the food up to his snout, sniffing a few times. It certainly smelled pleasant enough. He took a cautious bite, savoring the fruit flavored bread and cream. His attention flitted back to his companion when Leonardo began to chuckle lightly, it would seem that however cautious he may have been, it did not stop cream cheese from catching onto the fur above his lip.

The shinobi reached forward, gently wiping away the clinging cream with the pad of his thumb, smiling softly at the way that the samurai’s brow raised slightly in response. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity, each of them feeling an anxious fluttering in their chests, which had become all too common around the other, especially when the invisible boundaries that were set around them were breached, however innocent the touches may be.

After a time, Leonardo cleared his throat, preoccupying himself by picking up his steaming cup of tea, an act which Usagi quickly copied. The warriors sat in silence as they sipped on the hot drink until finally the older male cleared his throat, “Arigato gozaimasu, Leonardo-san… This “bagel” is quite delicious.” With those simple words, Leonardo breathed a little easier, the formal walls they had constructed around their relationship were back in place and seemed undamaged, regardless of his actions. It was far more comfortable this way. “Dou itashi mashite, Usagi-san. It is not much, but I am glad you enjoy it.”

The ronin gave the turtle a brief nod and a warm smile before taking another, much larger bite of the treat.

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Based off a silly Skype Shenanigans roleplay with leonardoxleads.

[bushido-bunny]

((Send “I’m not letting you go!” for a drabble about my Muse about to plummet to their death as they slip from your Muse’s grasp. ))

leonardoxleads  -O-O-O- His heart hammered in his chest like the galloping of a steed racing into battle. The blood pounded in his keen ears as he tried once more to find a foothold on the rapidly crumbling cliff-side, his worn geta only managing to quicken the descent of dirt and stone. The ronin's amaranth eyes flicked upward to the scene above him, Leonardo clung with one hand to the last wooden slat of the fallen bridge which had, just moments ago, snapped as it supported both of their weight. The other end of the bridge hung loosely, swaying in the wind against the cliff some fifty yards at his back. The other deep green hand was gripped firmly on his paw, the only support that the ronin had between him and the white rapids far below them. He tried for a moment to bring his other paw up to grasp his friend's hand but noted right away that the shift in weight caused the rope securing that plank to begin to fray. It simply would not be able to hold both of them for long. "Leonardo-san... You have to let go of me." His voice was low, filled with fear, but his conviction rang with every syllable.   His friend's reply was shot back in an angry snarl as tears began to sting his companion's eyes, "No! We are getting out of this together, Usagi!" The ronin let go of his own grip on the shinobi's hand, a few tears fell from his eyes, wetting the fur on his cheeks as he softly called up, "Let me go, Leonardo-san." With that he began to twist his paw, slowly wrenching it out of the desperate hold of his dearest friend. When it was obvious that he was about to slip out of the turtle's grasp the rabbit met Leonardo's gaze one last time and in that moment he knew what he wanted his departing words to be, "Daisuki da yo, Leo." The ronin felt his heart plummet into his stomach as he began to fall, the final sight before he disappeared beneath the churning water was Leo screaming his name.

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Send ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ to just charge at my muse and tackle them to the fucking ground like an all-star rugby player.

leonardoxleads :

It was a friendly sparring; the young ninja and the Ronin exchanged friendly words, saluted each other the accustomed way and an impressive display of movements, kicks and punches followed next. Leonardo was entirely focused, doing his best in anticipating his movements and fighting back. His friend, like always, the most remarkable opponent. Their encounter finished in the most friendly of the ways like always… But then something he wasn’t expecting happened. Leonardo finds himself on the floor out of sudden, after being surprisingly tackled by Usagi. His pride was a bit wounded, it was completely unexpected and he should have anticipated, he tried to recover the air from his lungs while the only thing he could do was to wheeze, on an attempt of laughing at the attack which was intended to be playful, perhaps? Because their match was over, and it was a friendly sparring like they usually do. Followed a chuckle;  after a few moments of recovery that’s the only thing he could do, next he laughed. He pressed his hand on his side, right under his ribcage because it still kind of hurt but still, what else he could do? He smirked and looked up at his friend, he offered a paw to take and Leonardo gladly accepted it, he got up yet still a dash of challenge and perhaps mischief could be read in the turtle’s eyes.. ‘I’ll get back at you, my friend’ yes, he totally will. He’ll just need to wait for the right moment.

The match had been exhilarating. Leonardo, who was an excellent sparring partner on even his worst of days, was at top form as their steel rung out in the vast dojo. The ronin was kept on his toes the entire match, soon the kimono he wore stuck to his fur awkwardly with sweat.

Regardless of the energy it took to remain on even ground with his young friend Usagi could not help but to expend a little more to banter boisterously, matching the keen wit of his dearest friend at every opportunity.  

When their blades had locked, bringing them to a stalemate each warrior sheathed their weapons and bowed respectfully.  It was in the moment when Leo had finally slipped his beloved weapons onto his back that a mischievous idea took hold of the ronin.

A wide grin tugged at his lips as he dropped into a crouch and sprang forward, throwing his shoulder into Leo's abdomen and knocking the other skilled warrior into an unceremonious sprawl on the ground.

Usagi quickly recovered,  hopping to his feet and holding out a paw to help his friend up while literally biting down on his lip to stop himself from laughing outloud, thought this only truly muffled the undignified chuckling that was coming from the ronin.

But when Leo gave him that look, the one that most obviously stated that retribution would be swift and well deserved the samurai could no longer contain the laughter. He very rarely found occasion to chortle as he did now, but soon the rabbit found that he was holding his aching gut and wiping tears away from his pink eyes.

Whatever Leo had in store for him would be worth it.