Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

1 ☆ Ordinary Day

Today was a day just like any other.

The relaxing, golden aura of the morning sunlight slithers through the cracks of my beige curtains, causing me to arise slowly. I smile softly and rub my eyes, sitting up fully.

I then groan and fall back limply onto the pillows, using my hands to cover my body and face with the duvet.

"Y/N! Rise and shine!"

The rough banging on my door and the deep, sarcastic voice ruining my rest could be from none other than my stupid big brother; the only family I have remaining. I grumble a light-hearted complaint to myself and roll off the edge of my single-bed, letting my whole body sink into the fluffy, freshly cleaned carpet.

"Why? I swear it's early hours of the morning..." I sigh, staring up at the Green Day poster on my wall. God, Billie Joe Armstrong, the man you are!

"...You have to go to the police department today? Remember?" He sighs to himself. "So incompetent..."

I sit up suddenly, placing my freshly awoken hands on the floor for support.
"Shit! You're right! They need my statement!" I gasp, hopping up and scavenging through my drawers to find some clothes to wear. I settle for some loose, dark jeans (held up by a studded belt), a misfits t-shirt, and my classic battle jacket. I smirk to myself and slip my feet into my boots, hairspraying my hair and applying my eyeliner. Perfect!

I exit my room within bare minutes, barging into the bathroom abruptly to frighten my brother and brush my teeth.

"Jesus! Don't forget who's driving you to give in that damn statement." He huffs, his curly black hair dangling just above his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. God, I hate cops. Pigs. The majority of them." I mumble, my mouth filled with toothpaste and minty water.

"Yeah. You can't trust them. Ever. And I mean it, you hear me? I know what you're like. You're too naïve." He flicks the side of my head.

"Have you shrunk overnight?" He continues, smirking and looking down at me. I furrow my eyebrows.

"I think you ask me that every single day without fail." I spit into the sink and slip my toothbrush back into the 'toothbrush bucket', adjusting my hair in the mirror. "And the answer is always no."

He rolls his eyes in response, scoffing playfully and ruffling his hair in the name of texture. "Whatever you say."

"Whatever. You got nits or something? Also, what time are we leaving? And... what time is it now?" I ponder, stealing a piece of chewing gum from of his pocket and into my mouth.

"God, you speak so much in so little time..." He shakes his head teasingly. "We're leaving at nine. It'll take a while to get to raccoon city."
He pauses for a moment, processing what I've just said.
"...Nits? Shut up! I hope I do have nits so I can shove them under your pillow."

"Whatever! Nine... that's like, right now. Oh well, no rush. Why do we have to go to the raccoon city police station specifically?" I sigh. "It's so far away."

"I know some people there from when I got arrested those few times... I guess some of them aren't that bad." He mumbles the last part.

"Just admit they're nice, Ceasar. They're incompetent and quite useless, but they're still people. Plus, Martin used to come here every year for Christmas with his family. So you can't hate him that much." I smirk, tapping my toothbrush against the side of my sink in an attempt to dry it. I dunk it in the 'toothbrush bucket' and (hypocritically) ruffle my mullet in the name of texture.

He glares at me and crosses his arms. "You don't know what you're talking about, Y/N. It's a rare thing to find a nice cop. Just avoid them all. They're pigs."

I shake my head half heartedly. "I know. But some of them are human, surely. The ones who have just wanted to help people since they were little."

The two of us collectively walk downstairs, resuming our chatter as we descend.

"Cops are cops, at the end of the day."

I shrug carelessly and slip my Walkman into my pocket alongside a Green Day 'Dookie' cassette. Classic. I grab a pillow and follow him out to the car and climb in, debating whether or not to fasten my seatbelt.

On one hand, it's safe. On the other hand, it's restraining and uncomfortable. Plus I can't see us getting into a car crash any time soon.

I decide to clip it in for now, with the compromise that I'll just take it off later if I really have to.

"Guess what!" Caesar grins, pulling open my door from the outside.

"What?" I tilt my head slightly, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"We don't need to leave for another, like, ten hours. I lied." He grins, cheekily.

"Fuck you!"

In the ten hours spare, my brother and I decide to spend the day together; shopping, walking around, exploring abandoned buildings, getting chased by the cops, getting caught by the cops, lying our way out of it, going home, cooking dinner, starting a fire, screaming, finding out how to use a fire extinguisher, ordering pizza, and leaving.

As soon as I settle down (again) in the car, I find the pillow from earlier today and strategically place the soft surface against the inside of the door as he pulls out of the driveway. I curl up as much as I possibly can and rest against it.

"I'm going to sleep." I sigh, my eyes gazing down to the floor in an attempt to block out the moonlight.

"Yeah, whatever. Just not for too long, because I need moral support." He scoffs, glancing over to me for a moment before looking back at the road.

I set up my music and put on my headphones before clocking out.

And clocked out I stay. The whole time, actually. His moral support was himself.

"Y/N. This is a bad idea."

I chuckle, not opening my eyes yet.

"Ceasar?"

Silence.

"Turn around, Y/N. This is a bad idea."

Turn around? I open my eyes and turn around. All I see is a dirty hall.

"There's nothing behind me..."

Silence. It's almost deafening.

"...Turn the car around."

Oh.

"What car? I'm not driving a car?"

I look around in search for a car. All I can see is a large, unfamiliar room and my own hands.

"...Leave."

I clench my fists tightly.

"Who the fuck are you? Don't tell me what to do, I need to give in a statement to the police."

Silence.

"I thought the police were pigs, Y/N."

I take a deep breath.

"What? Well, yeah... Who are you, dammit!"

I look around desperately.

"You're special. You know you are. Don't get involved in my business."

I freeze.

"I'm special? How did you know that I have autism!?"

Silence.

"You have special powers, Y/N. Do not intercept my work."

...

"Just tell me what you're talking about, god damn."

...

BANG!