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Anthony/Isabelle POV
It had been about a month since Isabelle had moved in with the twins and her dad. Isabelle hadn't gotten any closer to her father, or with Kristina, but, surprisingly, Anthony had grown closer to his sister. It had started a few days after Karai and her friend had left their house. It had been early morning, and Anthony was awakened by the sound of someone opening and closing the front door. He got up out of his bed, and looked out of his window to see Isabelle walking towards the woods, carrying something in her hands. He became curious, and decided to go out after her, so he slipped on a sweatshirt, and his tennis shoes, and went out after her. He followed her quietly through the woods. Anthony reached a small clearing, where he saw Isabelle using apparently what was a pillow case stuffed with clothing as a punching bag. He crouched down, hidden by a bush as Isabelle took out the things she had been carrying when she had left the house. Anthony gaped at his adoptive sister as she began to practice with daggers, that became swords, which then became whips.
"Isabelle?" he stated slowly, finally revealing his presence. The brown-haired girl whipped around, holding out her weapons. Her face showed confusion.
"Anthony? What are you doing here?" Isabelle said, frantically attempting to hide her swords behind her back.
"I saw you leave the house carrying something, so I was curious. Is this where you go every morning?" Anthony asked, looking around as he stood up. Isabelle sighed, and nodded.
"Yeah. Please don't tell Dad!" she asked, looking at him pleadingly. Anthony chuckled.
"Why would I? I saw how upset you were when he said that he was cancelling your lessons." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Isabelle slowly smiled at him.
"Thanks, Anthony." She said, packing her things back up. Anthony smiled back. Together they walked out of the clearing.
"So, where did you get those weapons?" Anthony asked after a moment of silence.
"I got them from my sensei in New York, and I've been training with them since I was about ten year old. In New York, you need all the protection you can get." Isabelle replied. Anthony nodded in agreement.
"That's so cool! So, how long have you known your friends in New York?" he asked, and Isabelle grinned.
"They were new students in my high school this year. They're four brothers, all the same age, and there's another girl, who's dating one of the brothers, and another boy, whose good friends with the brothers. They're my best friends in the world, and I couldn't ask for anyone else in my life." Isabelle said wistfully. Anthony looked down as they walked.
"It must be nice, having friends who like you for being you." He said quietly. Isabelle looked at him.
"Don't you have friends?" she asked, and Anthony laughed sharply.
"Friends, yes, but not like yours. They really only stick with me because of who Dad is. I wish I some real friends." He said, and sat down on a fallen tree near the edge of the woods. Isabelle sat down next to him.
"It's funny, you know? People only seem to like you when you fit a specific mold. Lots of families have them, and it's considered a scandal for a child to break the mold. That's why Dad doesn't like me, I guess. I was supposed to fill the mold of a perfect, brilliant, cheerleading daughter. You and Kristina, though. You two fill his mold perfectly. If you want people to like you for who you are, you need to break Dad's perfect mold, and create one for yourself, that you can be comfortable in." Isabelle said, putting an arm around his shoulders. Anthony looked up, and grinned at her.
"Thanks, Isabelle. Since we have some time before Dad and Kris wake up, how about we talk about your friends?" he said, and Isabelle grinned back at him.
"Well, I told you that they're four brothers. The oldest brother is named Leonardo, also known as Leo, the second brother is Raphael, or Raph, the third is Donatello, also Donnie, and the youngest is named Michelangelo, and his brothers and friends call him Mikey. Leo is basically the leader of the four brothers, and probably the most mature. Raph is a huge hothead, and he has a big temper, but will do anything for the people that he loves. Donnie is a nerd, but he's got a strong personality. Mikey is a big jokester, but he can act mature in dangerous situations." Isabelle said, perching her chin on her hands. Anthony looked at his adoptive sister.
"How about the other two?" he asked, prodding her to go further.
"Well, the girl, April, is a great person. She's dating Donnie, and they're honestly the cutest couple. Casey, the other boy, is a really good hockey player, and he's reckless. Not as much as Raph, though." Isabelle continued, smiling softly at the thought of her boyfriend. Anthony noticed this, and raised an eyebrow
"There wouldn't happen to be anything going on between you and this Raph, would there?" he asked casually, and Isabelle froze for a second, before grinning sheepishly.
"Alright, we are dating. Which is really funny, because we're exact opposites, but I love him so much. He's also the one I'm closest to." She admitted, and Anthony laughed.
"That's great. Now, are these brothers orphans?" he asked, and Isabelle shook her head.
"Nope. Their mother did die when they were young, but their father is alive. He's a sensei, and he's a great man. He's been more a father than my real dad has ever been." She said, then froze, her eyes wide. "You won't tell Dad I said that, will you?" Anthony shook his head, mirroring her earlier actions.
"Of course not. Come on, we'd better get back to the house before Dad and Kris wonder where we are." He replied, and stood up, holding a hand out to Isabelle. She grinned, and took it, and he helped her up. Together, they walked back to the house, laughing and joking with each other, a stronger bond forming between the two.
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