Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

17 ☆ Her fault?

I'm eager to see her? She thinks I'm eager? Yeah, I agree. She's right. I don't want her to think I'm clingy or anything, but come on, I thought she was dead!

Plus, Ada kissed me earlier. I haven't thought about it deeply since, but I'll be honest... It should've been Y/N. I feel guilty saying that about Ada. But God, I want to feel that piercing against my bottom lip ...and, oh no, I'm officially a pervert. Great.

I sigh, letting go. "Sorry, I just... y'know, it's been a while." I stand up, holding my hand out for her. She winces and takes my assistance, pulling her onto her feet.

"And it's been lonely without you. Ada isn't as enthusiastic as you, and it's a little depressing." I chuckle, keeping her close as I step back over to the ladder.

"I'm completely done down here, that's why I was leaving when you fell on me." I begin to slowly climb my way up the ladder.

"The metal is so hot though!" She complains, baffled at what I can only assume to be me climbing the bars.

As i exit, I peek over the hole down at her. "It's warm at the top, but it's certainly not worth falling down."

She scoffs, repeating my action as quickly as possible.
"Oh, you're right. How odd..."

Stepping back into the garden, I glance down at the scorched tree zombies. She nudges one with her foot.
"The hell are these black things?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Zombies."

She yelps, quickly moving away from the carcass. I lead the way, a loud crashing and shattering sound being heard from the glass. In sync, the two of us turn our heads to be met with Tyrant. Again. Although, she hasn't exactly been 'chased' by him yet...

"You've got to be pulling my dick." I groan, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along, avoiding it at all costs.

"This dude again? The thing from the car park!?" She exclaims. Her sense of direction is terrible at the moment; she doesn't know where to go, and essentially, nor do I. I just hope for the best.

I lead her along, using my keycard (that I harvested from dead bodies) and scan my way through the doors. I practically backtrack my whole process, until eventually the Tyrant is so far behind he's of no danger.

I let out a heavy sigh of relief, releasing her wrist. She shakes it in response to my harsh grip, receiving a small apology from me.

I spot a cassette player in the corner of my eye, a grin forming on my face. "Hey, punk. Wanna watch a movie?"

"A movie? Is it the cat in the hat?" I watch her eyes light up. "Or Labyrinth, or dirty dancing. They work too."

"Ehh..." I scratch my neck with a small chuckle. "Not quite. I'm not sure yet, hold on." I step forward, pulling a cassette out of my pocket and sliding it into the slot. I step back, letting the screen above it slowly begin to load and defuzz.

The two of us wait patiently, a small imagine beginning to form. In the span of about three minutes, we watch a soldiers point of view of how a man died.

It was Annette Birkin's husband. He'd been shot, before injecting himself with a mystery substance.

"Damn, he's just like me." She chuckles, earning a scolding glare from me.

I turn back to the video, which switches black. Before it did, I noticed a small piece of paper in the back which caught my eye. I walk over to the area in which the filming was made, and scan around.

And there it is, lined paper with handwritten writing scribbled all over it.

"Hey, come here." I call her over, holding it in my hands and realising there is infact another side to the sheet. I peel it back, spotting a small photo of a younger version of what I can only assume is Y/N.

I furrow my eyebrows, glancing up.

"It's about you. I'm going to read it aloud, okay?" I double check with her, watching her nod with approval before glancing down and clearing my throat.

"Sir Winston, we have made a grave mistake. 2612 is fucking insane! You need to ELIMINATE her ASAP. She's too emotional, and her previous act of rebellion resulted in 14 fatalities including Professor Phillips. Now that the only other co-owner of the T-virus is deceased, everything is hellish. Also, DO NOT under ANY circumstances let anybody see this letter, as I'm going to explain the situation.

The majority of the higher-ups here are very willing to release the virus into Raccoon City. Infact, the only thing stopping them would be Phillips.

And he's dead.

So, what the hell do we do!? The virus is going to be unleashed! It can't live among humans. And the people in the Umbrella Corperation aren't stupid, they fucking know that it's true. They want the chaos. Maybe to test it, maybe for fun. Who knows? Selfish bastards."

My pace slows as I try to figure out what the hell is going on.

"You NEED to kill 2612. She's a menace to the labs and the real world. She's the reason Phillip is dead, among many others, and even more so the reason for the upcoming mutant outbreak.

Y/N L/N has doomed us all. Our whole city that we've spent years refining. And she knew exactly what his death would cause. She's not stupid. BE CAREFUL."

I finish reading, giving myself a moment to process it all. Oh my God... I turn to her, analysing her external thought process as she stares blankly into space.

"What the hell, Y/N!? What does this even mean?" My voice raises slightly, agitated at her lack of denial over the whole situation.

"Leon, I don't know. I don't remember anything. I imagine it was an accident though, not like I'd destroy the whole God damn city on purpose." She confesses, running her hand through her scruffy mullet.

"It says here you knew." I bite my lip. "Y/N, my theory is that whoever was told to kill you just took your memory instead. Therefore there's got to be a way to get it back."

"Yeah, and what's your idea then, huh? We waltz up to a guard and say, 'oi, wagwan, hand me dat memory back yeah?'... because even if there's a way to get it back, we won't be able t-..." She suddenly pauses, a look of realisation forming in her gaze.

"Wait, we can do that! Find Annette Birkin and beat the living shit out of her until she tells us." She gasps.

Yikes... that's violent. Just a hint at what she could've been like before the incident.

"Sure. Let's go." I shrug, leading her out of the room and through a pure white double metal door.

From afar, I notice a familiar looking blonde woman across the bridge and set my thoughts aside, picking up the pace and tackling her to the floor. "Hey! You bastard, you've got some explaining to to!"