Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

9 ☆ When I Snuck Onto Earth...

Back in the main room, I find myself twiddling with my thumbs as I listen to the punk and older cop go back and forth. They arent arguing, but it's a disagreement of sorts. Martin isn't getting any better, and Y/N can see that clearly. After all, she probably doesn't want to lose yet another person she's grown up with.

After losing the debate, she changes subject. She mentions the sheets, leaning over and pulling them out of my hip pouch. She scans it over, forcing it into his hands.

"Read this!" She demands, her authoritative tone forcing him to immediately comply.

"1988. Specimen 2612." Martin reads, slowly and raspy.

"Oh, no, 2611. Are you on the wrong page?" She corrects him with a small smile, raising an eyebrow.

"Characteristics: Emotional, aggressive, alert. Smart.
Age: 17
Sex: Female.
Features: Short black hair; somehow dyed red while under our care as a form of rebellion. Blah blah...

She's always asking for her brother. Always. She doesn't want to eat, play, shower, cooperate. Unless in the presence of her older brother, 2611. It doesn't seem to be like she's dependent on him: all they do is banter. She may be doing it out of spite."

My eyes widen. I glance into Y/N, who's jaw is practically sweeping the floor. I deem it acceptable to lean over and gently push her mouth back into position, no readable expression on her face other than absolute awe.

She slowly turns her head to me.
"That can't be me." She glances back over to Martin. "It can't be, I don't remember that."

I lean forwards, my head hovering above her shoulder.
"What do you remember from three years ago."

She turns back to me, her chin pressing against her shoulder as she focuses her vision on me. I can see her slightly taken aback as I finally notice how close I am.

Oh, no. What do I do? Slowly edge away and make her think she's insane? Am I insane!? Do I stay here and pretend I never noticed? Agh, why is it so hot in here!?

"Three years ago? That's when I snuck onto Earth on my spaceship." She lowers her tone, almost as if this is confidential information. She has a small, secretive smile on her face.

"...What? Seriously?" I exclaim, my eyes widening.

"No." Her face drops from sneaky to deadpan.

Oh.

I pause, scratching the back of my head nervously.

"Oh..." I feel my cheeks heat up a little, forcing an awkward smile.

She's so close to me. I feel like I've broken her barriers a little; maybe she's finally coming to terms that I'm not a bad person. And hey, if she really did spend time in an experimentation chamber, then I don't blame her for not trusting me.

My moment of thought gets interrupted by a sickly cough from a few meters away. The two of us turn to Martin in sync.

"Hey, Martin?" She calls over, softly. I hear a small tinge of worry in her voice. "You okay?"

Martin is leaning against the wall, his hand applying pressure to his waist. He nods.
"I'm fine."

I catch myself focusing on that punk girl again. Something about her is so... appealing.

"I got you two something." He begins. "I'm dying. And I need you to do something once I'm gone."

I was not expecting that.
"What!?" I furrow my eyebrows. "No, you'll be fine. You can do it. You'll be okay, just hang on."

"No!" He snaps, his eyes widening in clear frustration. This is the first time I've ever seen him mad.
"I swallowed the key." He confesses.

"Woah, woah. What? Why?" Y/N cuts in, taking a step forward.

"Stay back!" He snaps... again. She frantically steps backwards, backing into me. I place my hands on her hips, getting spiked by her jacket for the umpteenth time. "Careful." I mumble, letting go.

"I did it earlier. Before you were here. I'm infected, and it's taking me over. I felt it." He explains, rubbing his temples in a stressed manor.

I force a gentle chuckle. "We can't just leave you. There's toilets in the other room, you can just-"

BANG!

"Martin! No!" She gasps, rushing to his side. He blew a hole through the centre of his head with ease. It all happened so quickly; as if he knew we would try to stop him. Of course we would.

I crouch down beside her, glancing over. That's the second death in this room. And two people that she's close with.

I run a hand through my hair. "...The key." I grimace at the thought of it.

She clenches her fist, grabbing my knife from my pocket and slicing artistically.

"Someone clearly passed biology." I try to lighten the mood.

She punches me in the shoulder.

"Okay, I deserved that." I notice her distressed tone as she hands me back my knife (I have no idea what I'm meant to do with that). Although, I know she doesn't want to reach in.

I lean forward, looking at her instead of where I should be. I slide my hand through the slit, groaning at the soggy squelching of his intestines.

"Gah... that's hot!" I yelp, suddenly pulling my hand out. I glance down at the steel key in my hand. Coated in acid and blood. And chunks. I shake my had frantically, dropping it on the floor and turning away from the girl to hurl.

I hear her let out a small "eugh" before leaning over me, pulling my hair back. It didn't really need to be held back, but I appreciate the effort.

"...Are you still gonna hold the key? Because I don't really want to..." She peeks over my shoulder, making eye contact with me as I lean up slightly from my vomit.