Oh great, thanks to you I can’t stop thinking of ROTTMNT K-POP DEMON HUNTERS AU.
Right now I just thought about the scene where Jinu is mocking Rumi’s choice of her pants Teddy Bears and Trains but with Ronin as Jinu and Serp Leo as Rumi and instead trains and teddies it’s spaceships and unicorns. You can either draw it or write it if you want. (You can use horse noises for choo-choo instead lol)
BAHA I can picture the scene very clearly in my head. Cause im lazy to draw, plus not that advanced at it, I’ll write it out.
let’s just pretend for the sake of this lil AU/scene, that Serp!Leo and Ronin know each other, both are “demons” or whatever aaand yeah
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Leo narrowed his eyes, peeking around the corner of the building of someone’s house in the street, just in time to see the demon familiar leap into the mouth of a stone statue.
He knew this was a bad idea.
Coming alone, away from his brothers, away from backup, it was reckless. But the invitation had been clear: come alone.
And he had a strong suspicion that the demon who summoned him here, Ronin, had questions about what he saw earlier today in the middle of their first clash.
Questions about Leo’s cursed form.
Leo had been using a special drug crafted by his father, Splinter. A blend of mystic suppression and mutagen masking agents, it helped conceal what he really was, at least visually. To the average person, yokai and mutant, Leo looked like any other mutant turtle.
Though far more handsome, he should add.
But the drug had wavered mid-fight. Only briefly. A glitch in the illusion.
And Ronin, sly, sharp-eyed, impossible to fool, saw.
As the familiar vanished into the statue, Leo’s gaze drifted upward and he froze.
A figure stood tall on the rooftop.
Ronin.
His back was turned, arms relaxed at his sides, head tilted slightly toward the early morning sky. He stood like he had all the time in the world.
Leo narrowed his eyes in determination and quiet caution. Silently, he slipped along the walls of the nearby buildings, climbing and leaping rooftop to rooftop with practiced stealth. His movement was swift, smooth, and calculated. Skills hammered into him by years of training.
He landed softly on the rooftop behind the figure, unsheathing a single katana with a sharp breath.
He hadn’t even had time to change into proper gear. Just swords strapped to his shell… and his pajama pants.
But it would do.
Letting out a sharp, focused cry, Leo charged, blade flashing through the misty dawn air. He sliced clean through the figure’s neck, feeling the satisfying resistance of impact.
A soft thunk followed. The head hit the rooftop and gently rolled… tapping against his foot.
A mannequin.
“What the…?” Leo muttered, blinking in confusion.
“Wow.”
The voice came from behind.
Leo whipped around, heart jumping as he spotted Ronin standing casually behind the broken mannequin, arms loose, hoodie slouched over his frame, a smug smile stretched across his face.
“Wasn’t expecting a hug or anything.” Ronin said with a low chuckle. “But hey, points for enthusiasm.”
Leo wasn’t in the mood.
He launched forward without hesitation, blade aimed straight for Ronin’s chest. The turtle demon’s eyes widened as he backpedaled quickly.
“Whoa! Okay, easy—!”
Leo’s katana sliced through the air again, narrowly missing. Ronin leapt backward with expert agility, landing in a crouch position on the opposite rooftop.
“I thought the mannequin would be a fun icebreaker.” Ronin said with a smirk. “Guess I misread the vibe.”
Leo jumped after him, relentless, forcing the demon to dodge again and again.
“Would you quit it for a moment?” Ronin yelped, darting up to the highest point of the nearby building. “I just wanna talk!”
Leo paused below, breathing hard, suspicious. “Talk?” He echoed, leaping to meet him.
He didn’t attack right away. Just stared, confused, cautious. “Talk about what?”
“Your body. That form.” Ronin informs, lifting his hands to show he had no weapon, no intention to strike.
But then his eyes dropped down and lingered.
“…Though first, I wanna talk about those pants.” Ronin added bluntly, pointing. “Spaceships and unicorns? Seriously?”
Leo glanced down.
Crap. He’d forgotten.
He groaned in disbelief as he registered the pastel-colored cartoon pattern glowing faintly under the moonlight.
“Neigh...” Ronin added flatly, mimicking a unicorn’s whinny.
“Shut up!” Leo snapped, cheeks flushed with rage and embarrassment. He slashed at Ronin again, who backstepped and laughed.
“You’re supposed to be dead by now!” Leo growled.
Ronin sighed, dodging with ease. “I could’ve told your brothers what I saw.” He said lightly.
Leo lunged, his blade striking Ronin dead center.
But the body dissolved into red mist.
“—but I didn’t, did I?”
Ronin’s voice from behind with Leo spinning around to find him standing on the far end of the rooftop again, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, completely at ease.
“Because… they don’t know. Right?” Ronin tilted his head.
Leo said nothing, but the flicker of hesitation in his eyes answered for him.
Ronin hummed in satisfaction. “So I was right.” He murmured, sounding almost impressed. “A demon… and a hunter… hiding in plain sight, walking free in both the human and yokai worlds.”
“Just hunter.” Leo snapped. “Not demon.”
Ronin’s smirk dropped. His eyes narrowed. “Then how do you explain what I saw earlier?”
Leo’s blade lifted again, but he didn’t swing. His voice was low and dangerous. “That’s none of your business.”
They circled each other. One armed, one not. But it felt like a standoff just the same.
“I know what it feels like to be different.” Ronin assured suddenly, his tone quiet.
Leo scoffed. “Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”
At that, Ronin stopped walking.
He looked up sharply, something flickering behind his gaze.
“That’s what you think?” He growls. “That demons don’t feel? That’s all we do. We feel shame. Rage. Misery. It’s how we’re controlled.”
He stepped closer, voice dropping. “Do you not hear them in your head?”
Leo blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Ronin paused, surprised. He studied Leo for a beat, then let out a breath. “…Huh. You’re lucky.” He said softly, looking down at his hands as he pulled them free of his hoodie.
“I’ll never forget the day I first heard them. That was… four hundred years ago.”
