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 crimson coloured curtains, causing me to rise slowly. I smile softly and rub my half-open eyes, sitting up fully as my duvet slides down my torso and into a pile on my lap.

I then groan and fall back limply onto the pillows behind me, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over my face and body; hiding myself away from the world as it disturbs my precious rest.

"Y/N! Rise and shine!"

The rough banging on my door and the deep, sarcastic voice ruining my failed relaxation 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. It smells like heaven... and carpet cleaner.

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

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

I sit up instantaneously, placing my freshly awoken palms on the floor for weight support.
"Shit! You're right! They need my statement for Terry's murder!" 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, majestic, god-kissed battle jacket, sprinkled generously with heaps of band patches I made all by myself. I smirk proudly to the voice inside my head (my inner monologue, not schizophrenia) and slip my socked feet into my boots, hairspraying my hair gingerly into place and applying my smudged eyeliner... and some mascara, might as well feel a bit glamorous before I leave. Perfect!

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

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

"Yeah, whatever. God, I hate cops! Pigs, the majority of 'em." I mumble, my mouth tinted with toothpaste and minty water.

"Yeah. You can't trust the fuckers. Ever. And I mean it, you hear me? I know what you're like. You're too naïve. Stay alert, dummy!" He exclaims, flicking 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 popping it directly 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 long 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 a few times... I guess some of them aren't that bad." He mumbles the last part. "Or atleast act tolerable. And not like they're on a high horse all the time."