Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

10 ☆ An Only Child Sibling

Holding a segment of Martin's shirt in his hand, Leon scrubs the key of it's vile sauces.

"Now, where does the key go?" I ponder out loud, leaning against the statue behind me. I sigh, suddenly slipping and falling onto my ass. I yelp, a floor panel to the side of me breaking as a loud rumbling envelopes the building.

"Did I just cause an earthquake!?" I exclaim frightfully, jumping up in a panic. I notice his look of exasperation, his gaze focused behind me. I turn, coming face to face with a large gate. I open my mouth to speak, before closing it again. I gulp.

"Your question might have just been answered by the God's." He grins proudly, holding his hand out to me.
"You look scared."

I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not scared."

His face drops from a grin to a deadpan expression, looking at me like I've said something outlandishly stupid. I now realize it was a hint.

I scoff, taking his hand and descending the steps. "I'll make you proud, Martin." I whisper, under my breath. I then look up at him, squinting my eyes.
"Maybe you're the scared o- AHH!"

I suddenly lose my footing on the stairs, his grip tightening on my hand as he pulls me up before I hit the ground. He breaks my fall and I sit there on my knees, my lips parted in shock.

"...That was your fault. You distracted me!" I whine, standing back up and dusting myself off. "Now I don't trust myself not to fall over." I force my hand back into his, paranoid that I'll make a huge fool out of myself.

"A 'thank you' would have sufficed, but I'll take that." He teases, both of us finally walking on flat ground. I look around the room, the lights turned on and the atmosphere calm and safe at last. I let out a small, relieved exhale.

"Yeah, thanks for distracting me. With those god damned bright blue eyes of yours. Piercing my soul. I'm gonna buy you some brown contacts for Christmas." It takes a lot to not burst out laughing at my own joke. Maybe I'm just a fucking loser, or maybe I'm just sleep deprived.

"You don't like my eyes?" He asks, a little puzzled. The way he said it was like a stab to the gut.

"No, I do! I didn't say that! I was joking. Your eyes are... cool, shut up." I huff, leading him around the room. He then switches, dragging me around instead.

"Y'know, if Caesar saw us like this, he'd hate y- oh, right." I pause. Oops, mood-killer. I forgot he wasn't here to hate anyone or anything anymore.

"You don't have to hide from it, you know." He wraps his arm around me. He let's out a small 'ow' as he gets stabbed by my jacket spikes.

"Huh?" I tilt my head and glance up at him.

"Well... it feels like you're trying to forget it happened. I think if you embrace it... maybe it'll help in the long run." He advises, his warm breath tingling the top of my head.

"I guess. Maybe once I have time to process it." I pat his arm as a conversation ender, watching him nod and move on. "But I'm okay (I promise)."

Even if I can't swim, can't dance, don't know karate... or do I?

Sorry. That was a reference.

We traverse through the rooms and pick up materials as we go, where I leading ahead. I stop before we go through a suspiciously dark room and turn to him. I feel like I should say something. I ponder for a moment, my foot tapping on the metal floor beneath me.

"Something wrong?" He asks, worriedly.

"I, uh, wanted-to-apologize-for- getting-off-on-the-wrong-foot." I project, my eyes clenched shut. Although, as a sliding door suddenly interferes with our interlocked hands, I force my eyes open. Weird.

I try to open the door. It doesn't budge. He grabs the handle, shaking it agressively and trying to force it open.

In the distance of his room, I spot some sort of... massive creature. It looks a little like him; same hair. Panicked, I quickly tap the finger with my glass, pointing at it to alert him. He swings around, processing it. I hear a very faint 'oh no' through the door.

I notice my own room beginning to fill up with a thin layer of smoke. I assume it's a smoke bomb, although it gets gradually thicker. I turn cautiously, noticing a figure amongst the clouds.

"Hello?" I call out, nervously.

A small figure emerges: she seems to be a child; by glance, I'd estimate her to be around nine or ten. She stares at me blankly with very little emotion.

"Uh, hey, kid. What are you doing here? You don't look like a zombie." I keep my distance just incase. You never know what's a zombie and what's not anymore.

"My name is Peach." There's a subtle German tinge to her voice. She notices my confusion and snarls. "It's a code name, arschloch. I'm here with Mango."

I nod, listening to her. She's just a kid and calling me asshole in German? Wow, love her already. "Where's Mango?"

"She's here. With me." She gently places her finger to her forehead. An imaginary friend?

"Awe, that's nice. Nothing wrong with having an imaginary friend." I smile.

"No, she's not imaginary. She's real, and she's mad now." The kid huffs, thinking for a moment.

"Ah... well, when you see her, tell her I said-"

"Hi!" She suddenly exclaims. "I'm Mango!"

I pause, and then nod. "Oh?"

"Peach didn't want me to take over. Apparently I'm too violent."

"Oh... um... yeah? How so?" I run my hand through my hair nervously.

She slowly slips out a blade, the knife shimmering against the light.

"Woah, careful with that! It's sharp." I warn her, not taking my eyes off it.

There's silence for a moment. Then she speaks slowly.

"You're looking at us like we're crazy." She growls, his voice laced with fury and protectiveness.

"Am I? I might just be tired and stressed. Sorry, kid."

"Kid? There's two of us." She grits her teeth, stepping forward.

I freeze. I can't shoot a kid. But she wants to kill me! What do I do!?

I gulp. "That's what I meant. What are you doing?"

"Du wirst sterben." She mumbles, glaring up at me menacingly.

Was that German? I don't know what she just said. I got decent grades in German back in school, I've got this. I clear my throat.

"Gut... kind... kinder? Kinderin?" I attempt 'good child...-children', my broken German making me physically cringe. The ending 'in' means it's feminine!
(Eg, Kellner = waiter and Kellnerin = waitress.)
Shit.
"Es ist... gut. Ich bin nicht... hurt du." I facepalm.
It is... good. I am not... hurt you.

"What an insult." She scoffs, lunging for me. I quickly jump out of the way, her blade stabbing a gas pipe. In a frenzy, the moment she pulls the knife out of the metal I grab her and force her mouth into the escaping gas. I have no idea what it'll do, but I'm hoping to just pass her out with the lack of oxygen.

She struggles against me but I keep her down, my biceps straining at her strength. That's a suspiciously strong child.

"You did this to yourself, kid. You're insane." The kid suddenly collapses onto the floor. I crouch down beside her, checking for a pulse and a heart beat. She's okay.

I stand up, looking around the room at what to do next.

Hmm... I'll explore in a moment with Leon. I'll check the door to see how he's doing.

I fix my gaze on the window, when suddenly I feel a tough pressure on my ankle. I glance down at the little gremlin, who infact was not unconscious. I try to pull my ankle out of her grasp, but she uses her blade to slice my leg.

I yelp in pain, falling to the floor. I grab the knife from her and throw it to the side, bringing my pistol to the side of her head and restraining her completely in a state of frustration and adrenaline.

"Right. You better fucking talk."