Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

23 ☆ I Hate Doors!

Lying on the smooth, icy floor of the train cart, my mind does not get the chance to rest as my body does. It's all over, and it's time to process everything that's happened. The worst of it's over, but I can't stop myself from worrying about everybody else.

For example... I remember hearing that Caesar was Y/N's only living family member. I can imagine her going home, in silence, walking by his bedroom. His empty bedroom. The house being deathly silent, with memories of his existence everywhere.

As I glance over to the girl in question, I notice the tears in her eyes and I know immediately that she's thinking the of the exact same scenario.

The door to our cart opens, and I sit up and rub my eyes, turning to see Claire and Shelly Birkin. I smile softly.

"Hey, you two. Are you hurt at all?" I ask, looking them up and down to see any injuries.

"Injuries are minimal. This is the girl? Where's her shirt?" Claire asks, crouching to the side of Y/N. I give her a certain look, trying to warn her that she's upset. Although, the punk sits up with a small yawn.

She sighs, wiping her eyes and forming a little grin. "Hi. Are you Claire Redfield? Who's the little one?"

Shelly, herself, speaks up. She's quite small, around the age of ten. She has bright blonde hair like her mother and a soft-spoken voice.

"My name's Shelly..." Claire gives her a little nod, before adding onto that. "Shelly Birkin. She's Annette and Williams kid."

"Sweet... I'm Y/N. And I'm exhausted, and I'm going to sleep." She states.

I perk up at that. "On this hard floor?"

She nods, confused. "Yeah? Where else?"

I open my mouth to speak, but then close it again. The punk furrows her eyebrows at that, and I sigh defeatedly.
"I'm here. You can use me."

She pauses for a moment.
"Wait... where the hell is my battle jacket? I..." She looks down at herself, realisation hitting her.
"Fuck!"

I pause for a moment, looking her up and down. Yeah, I remember seeing her take off her shirt when I was fighting that bastard mutant, William, but she didn't have her jacket then. Thank God for that, it stabbed me more times than I've had hot dinners!

"Oh, jesus. I feel naked. That thing took me years to make! Whatever. I'm going to fucking sleep. Go on then, sit on a seat and I'll just sleep on your lap or whatever." She huffs, relocating onto a few seats beside eachother.

I sit on an end seat, giving her room to rest. As she rests the side of her face against my left thigh, I place a hand on her side incase she falls.

I lean back, closing my eyes and trying to relax; just for a moment. I thought I was going to die the whole time we were in there, and the sudden change is difficult to get used to. I can't help but be alert.

And, opening my eyes and looking down at the shirtless girl beneath me, she's in the same situation. Her eyes are switching between clenched shut and wide open, her lip is being bitten and her thumbs are fidgeting.

I glance up at a deafening roar from another cart. Claire and Sherry cease their conversation and glance over to us.

"What the hell?" She mumbles, standing up from her own seat.

The noise reoccurs; it's like a rumbling earthquake kind of noise. It's... frightening.

The second time around, Y/N sits up straight in reflex. She glances around, no longer lost in thought.

"This place is a fucking joke!" She grumbles, standing up. Claire motions for her to sit back down, to which just takes a step back.

"Look after Sherry. I'll deal with it... do you want my jacket?" She offers.