Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

15 ☆ Longing

"Holy shit!" I yell, my voice cracking as I run full speed ahead through the rancid sewage water at top speed. And a ginormous, crocodile-mutation thing is chasing me, trying to gain itself a free lunch. I run in subtle zigzags to ensure I don't get snatched and eaten. Or, at least, in hopes that the chances of said situation decrease.

I yelp as I go sliding down a huge water sli-... sewage slide, landing in the grotesque rivers of piss and shit below. I shudder and groan at the substance, cringing at the feel and smell of my clothes clinging to my figure. Gross.

I waddle my way out of the sewage, landing me and Ada into a regular room at last. I question how she didn't have to partake in the fun game of running away from the alligator, but I suppose if it was chasing after me then she would have no difficulty in holding onto an enlarged scale or chasing behind it.

"I'm really starting to worry about Y/N." I mumble to Ada, fiddling with my fingers anxiously.

Before she even gets a moment to react, the woman she's been looking for is staring directly at us, her gun pointed at Ada. I react instantly, without thinking.

"Hey! Put the gun down!" I yell. Annette Birkin, I believe her name is, doesn't listen. At the realisation of this, I rush forward infront of Ada and yelp as I feel the sharp pain travel through my shoulder. "Shit!..." I cry. She shot me! I knew she would, but... but... but oww!

I groan in pain, crashing against the wall as my legs turn to jelly. I slide onto my thighs and cheeks, my shoulder in an agonising, pulsating pain as I take sharp breaths with furrowed brows.

"Leon!" Ada looks between me and Annette, conflicted. As Annette seizes her escape, I respond.

"Go after her!" I strain, leaning forward which sends my shoulder into another throbbing fit. I suddenly gasp and grab my shoulder as it stings intensely.

"Go!" I repeat, a more demanding tone this time. With hesitation, she chases right on Annette's tail. I listen to the clicking of her heels; a vast change from the punk's boots I've been hearing for the past few hours.

Speaking of, I wonder if she's okay. I miss her stupid remarks a bit, to be honest. I would've bashed her for it, granted, but I don't even care. I don't even know if she's alive right now! Ugh, that girl.

I let out a soft whimper of pain, sitting up and peeling off my shirt. Cross-legged, I rummage through whatever I have on me until I pull out a small, emergency medical kit of a spray and bandage.

Unclipping the box, I unravel the bandaid a little and start to wrap up my wound. The bullet didn't get lodged in my shoulder, thank fuck. It went straight through, cleanly... which hurt like a bitch, but at least we don't need to worry so much about tetanus or anything.

I lean my head back, my heart racing and my skin forming beads of sweat. It actually hurts a lot. And there was no antiseptic in the box, just 'medical spray' which acts as a spray-plaster, so if the wound isn't cleaned... there's nothing I can do about that right now but hope.

It doesn't take very long until my head begins to feel light and my stomach feels queasy. I throw my trembling hands against my head, closing my eyes and pulling my legs up to my chest to lean my forehead against my knees.

After a little while of me being soundly asleep, I hear footsteps; a soft thumping noise approaching me. I slowly raise my head, suddenly eye to eye with a pair of familiar, big bright eyes. I smile sleepily, tilting my head as my chin rests on my knee.

"Y/N... you're alive." I whisper thankfully, before chewing my bottom lip.

She's squatting infront of me, positioned like she's taking a fat dump on the floor as we speak. "Yeah, I am. You're hurt, Leon." She points out, her soft fingers sliding against my bandaged arm. I let out a small wince, trying not to react too much as I appreciate her touch after being starved of it for... forty minutes? Wait, why do I even care?

"I missed you, y'know. You can't just leave me like that, I thought you were dead or something." I huff, just enjoying her presence as she chuckles and runs her hand through her partially messy hair.

"I'm sorry! I was just on a little walk..." She places her palm on my cheek, my face heating up immediately.

"Uh, it's okay..." I mumble, melting under her touch.

She leans forward, pressing her forehead into my extremely sweaty one. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

My heart-rate increases rapidly. I feel like I'm about to combust into flames with the friction my heart is creating purely from the adrenaline rush of her touch. I subtly lick my lips, my hands shaking. I stammer, my hands hovering over her in confusion.

"Um... w-what are you-"

Her lips smash into mine, my fingers automatically wrapping around her waist. A let out a small shocked noise, trying to pull her closer desperately before she pulls away just as quickly as she leaned in.

"Go find Ada." She commands both sternly and softly, standing up in a smooth motion.

"Huh? Oh, right... Ada." I mumble, gulping in result of the tension.

"Oh, and wake up." She chuckles.

Huh?

"Wake up? What?" I furrow my eyebrows, extremely confused. "I'm not..."

The next thing I know, I'm sprawled out on the floor with drool trickling down my cheek. I rub my eyes with a little groan, then wipe the moisture from my face.

Oh God. Oh my god.

I sit up quickly, covering my face with my hands. My cheeks begin to overheat, fueled by embarrassment.

I just had a dream. About Y/N. Kissing me. And I felt her -- I touched her for about three seconds -- and I enjoyed it. Oh no, I'm such a perv!

Yeah, that's getting buried in my deep dark secrets. Infact, it's coming to the grave with me.

When I finally decide to stop dwelling over my patheticness, I pause and try to regain my memory of what had happened before this.

Ada!

I hop onto my feet, spotting an elevator and stepping onto it. Ah, jesus. I really hope she's not dead or anything. That would be awful.