Ash was watching Pokemon as you found the gym of your dad's large house. You hummed to a TV most likely used for yoga demonstrations. You went back to your room and found a karate lessons DVD you bought right under your mom's nose. Ash was soon chanting a Pokemon name as you went into the gym.
You took off your shirt, showing your (f/c) exercise bra, as you rolled your jeans up. You set up the gym and started the DVD from where you left off months ago. Ash soon turned off the TV and went into the kitchen as you went into your karate mode.
Only Ash and your closest friends knew about you learning this self defense. You not only loved the history of it, but you also loved how much effort someone could put into it.
Minutes soon turned to hours as Ash started to flicker the lights. You paused your DVD as Ash tossed you a towel. "Sup Ash?" You asked, drying the sweat off of you. "I'm hungry. We both skipped lunch." Ash informed, finding you a large baggy T-shirt. "Oh. Well, there's a Japenese place down the street and dad left us money."
Ash tossed you a baggy T-shirt as you grabbed your deodorant. "Ok. Wait for me Ash." You said, applying the deodorant and getting your shirt on. Ash was getting his hoodie and sneakers on as you got your leather jacket and converse shoes on.
You grabbed the spear house key and the money your father left before leaving the house. Ash was stomping and jumping on the puddles as you noticed this part of New York seemed a little too quiet for your liking. Sure, you liked quiet places but this was just too quiet for you.
Ash held your hand when you both crossed the street to the Japenese food joint. You looked at the sign to see it was called "24/7". You hummed as you walked inside. "Hello there! My name is Mr. Murakami." An elder man said as you and Ash sat down.
"Hello. I'm (Y/N) and this is my brother Ash." You greeted as Ash smiled. Ash looked at the menu and perked. "Mr. Murakami, what is a 'pizza gyōza'?" Ash asked, making you perk. "Oh. It's only a dumpling with pizza ingredients inside it." Ash then said he wanted to try it as you only ordered sweet n sour chicken.
As Mr. Murakami cooked, you swore you heard clanging. "Mr. Murakami, I forgot to get something. I'll be right back." You called as you left the building. Mr. Murakami could dense Ash's fear and concern as you looked around for the source.
"LEONARDO!"
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Move Like a Soldier
Fanfiction*LEO X READER DISCLAIMER* You and your little brother, Ash, moved to New York to be with your dad since your mother died of lung cancer. You soon find out that your father owns a huge business and almost never notices either of you. You decide to le...
