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Leonardo blinked, examined his transparent body, gaped at the large Japanese mansion before him with growing horror, and immediately muffled a small scream when two young, horribly familiar little boys burst through the double doors and started chasing each other – straight to where he was.

Its official, he thought, quickly climbing up a tree ever conveniently placed beside him (and in rows at the sides of the stone paths) in sharp, jagged movements,

I am never going to eat Donnie's cooking ever again.

oOooOo

A.N.: I should seriously be working on Exile, however, this literally would NOT leave my mind. Therefore, to appease my muse, I decided to pull up a document, started free writing, and promptly made a new story within the expanse of 3 hours. (Dammit, brain!)

This is will be updated sporadically, however, as Exile and my studies are taking a front seat in my priorities.