Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

31 ☆ Busted!

My entire body can't help but instinctively focus my everything on Leon as I watch him attempt to decode the purpose of the electrical box. I know he's a cop, and I know my old gang told me I never felt anything for him, but as he stands here before me, I feel my heart aching every second I don't interact with him.

What's wrong with me? It's sex, it's gotta be sex. I probably just want him to fuck me, that's why I'm obsessed with the thought of him... right? Which is an absolutely ass reason, so I'll just push him away. Again.

He's beautiful, though. His hair looks even more golden than it used to, but his eyes look duller and, quite frankly, traumatised. I don't know what he's gone through, but I also don't want to know.

Actually, yes I do.

"Leon?" I call out to him, earning a small 'yes, Y/N?' from him. His voice speaking my name makes my heart circulate my body quicker... what the hell is wrong with me!? God fucking damn it! Come on, I don't even like him!

I want him for sex, he's a cop, he's a dick, he's... he's... fuck! He's not a dick... but he reminds me of everything that's happened.

"How have you been? Ever since '98." I ask casually, leaning against a bush. I then realise the bugs that could be crawling in there and step away.

He pauses for a moment, a bulb on the top of the metal box he's working on suddenly turning green. He stands up and motions me to walk alongside him, and I do.

"As well as I can be." He shrugs. "You?"

"I've been fine..." I mumble.

We walk for a while, still having absolutely no idea what that little contraption back there did.

"So, you're a drug dealer... on your own." He sighs, not even looking at me. Something about that boils my blood. It's like he's looking down at me; degrading me silently.

"...Yeah. I am." I furrow my eyebrows and twiddle with the torch in my hands. "So what?"

"So what? Y/N, that's not what you should be doing. And we found those smugglers with crystal meth. You make that!?"

Actually, I have no idea how to make crystal meth. That was Oliver's job.

I just shrug, hiding their existence. "Guess so."

He facepalms, holding a gate open for me with the other arm. "God fucking damn it. Of course you end up doing drugs, what did I expect?"

...what did he just say to me?

"What did you expect? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snap, offendedly. "Go on, explain. Is it the way I act? Or the way I dress?"

He lets out a heavy, frustrated breath from his nose, gripping his shotgun tighter as he speaks. "Yeah, pretty much. You're a very snappy, stubborn person."

I know that.
"So?"

"I can't see you holding a proper job."

...

Oh, he's done it now.

"Fucking go home! I'll do this myself! It's my dog, anyway. None of your damn business." I exclaim, my words gradually getting quieter.

"Yeah, I've got the information I need. But I can't leave without you. If I leave, you're being arrested right now, and your dog will be left here." He explains, confidently leaning slightly closer. Oh, this bastard. "What will it be?"

"I would wring your neck until you suffocated and died to save Pepper, don't fucking test me." I don't know how true that is, to be honest. But I'm getting my point across; Pepper is coming home.

We enter the centre of the maze, a large building - like a mansion - towering before us.

Leon glares at me for a moment, his eye twitching in what I can only guess is either confusion or agitation.

"So I'm coming?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you stop being so God damn annoying!" I hiss, walking up a small set of mossy steps and grabbing onto the doorhandle. I try to push it, pull it, and shake it, yet it doesn't open.

"Annoying." He scoffs, opening a window and ushering me through the gap before climbing in behind me. "Says you. I've never met anybody so irrational."

"You don't know a thing, don't act like you know me!" I exclaim in response, landing in a dining room. There seems to be fresh food on the table, despite the entire building looking run-down and abandoned.

I gulp, stepping closer to him out of comfort. He doesn't respond, so I speak instead. And I regret every single word of it.

"I haven't had a single run-in with any of these... scientific fucking weapons ever since Raccoon City. It's been six years, Leon, and suddenly I see you and one of them takes my dog away? How could that not be your fault? I was happy! Me and the others were doing good!" I rant, pacing around the dining room table stressfully, gazing at the suspiciously warm food.

"...You and the others? I thought you said it was just you, alone?"

I freeze in my tracks, turning to him. "I meant... the others. The people who buy the stuff. Obviously." I explain, lying quickly.

"Why were they doing good? You're the only one getting the money. Go on, explain to me how to make crystal meth, Y/N."

"No! You'll steal my recipe!" I defend myself, desperately.

"Don't talk shit."

I pause, a layer of sweat forming on my skin as I open my mouth to blabber straight fiction / an educated guess. I gulp. "I... you... you get meth... and you put it in a pot...and cook it."

"Bullshit. Absolute bullshit, and you know it." He steps closer to me, an intimidating flare in his eyes as a few strands of golden locks fall infront of his eyes, hovering there as he tilts his head to the side expectantly.

Before he can call me out even more, a loud shatter echos along the hallways and walls of the building. I gasp quietly, and the two of us hastily race towards the noise. Before long, we do eventually find it, but we circled the area twice.

We arrive at another bathroom scene, the floor sprinkled with bloody shards of glass, yet no culprit (or victim) to be seen.

Oh god, I just want my puppy.