Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

36 ☆ Valentine's Day 2005

This year, I'd decided to do something sweet for this February fourteenth, and no, it was not drink away my loneliness and depression in enough whiskey and scotch to kill a whale. This year, I decided, 'Hey, I've been living with Y/N for just over a year now, and I fucked her a month ago. Maybe I should ask her to be my girlfriend!' And hey, it makes sense, because I've had a fat crush on her for all this time now.

So, I mustered up seven years worth of courage and took her out for dinner. When we arrived and she first turned around to chat with the waitress she recognised as an old co-worker, I put a bouquet of flowers on her empty plate (before we ordered), planning to ask her out like that.
Of course, Y/N being Y/N, she didn't get the hint and thought that the starter had been served while she wasn't looking.

Yes, I had to stop her from eating the roses. Her words were, 'damn, that's an expensive starter, isn't it?'...idiot.

Embarrassed on both ends, she said yes! So, I kissed her, as you do, and decided to celebrate with a little vacation... that I threatened Chris Redfield to let me have under the circumstance I don't test my luck and keep asking for them in the future.

So, we're going to a cabin in the forest! Calm, right? Y/N must have thought so too, when she asked how many bears or wolves were around to eat her. I said loads, and that's why we're going! For the thrill!

There's none, by the way.

"What do I even pack? Do I have to shit in a hole while fight off preditors!?" She panics, baffledly holding a pistol out infront of her.

"Hey, put that down, there's nothing to fight. And there's a toilet in the cabin, dummy." I sigh, facepalming. She groans, staring at her pile of clothes and necessities in her suitcase. "There's nothing that's going to eat you."

"You lied to me! Ugh... what else do I take? Can I take weed?" She asks, pleadingly.

"If you have to." I sigh. To be fair, I knew she smoked that already from both when she told me in Raccoon City, and her most recent job. I wouldn't have got with her if that was an issue; otherwise I'm just setting myself up for failure.

She celebrates quietly, letting out a small, 'yesss' before cracking on with her packing. This was my own fault for deciding to go the same day I asked her to be mine. Therefore meaning we have a few hours to pack.

I make a mental note to grab the umbrella by the door, running over to the kitchen to check the stove and other appliances are off. And then we climb into my (according go Y/N), 'expensive looking' black car (it was very expensive - and technically it's not mine), and we embark on our journey!

During the car ride, she tells me that she has a habit for falling asleep in the car. Apparently, she'd done it to Caesar more times than she'd like to admit.

She then mentions briefly to me that she's older than Caesar will ever be, and that stumps me. That hadn't even crossed my mind - that we'd both outlived the poor soul.

When we arrive at the forest after hours of driving, I park my car with the park ranger's vehicle, and he gifts us a map before disappearing into the deep forest.

I hand the map to Y/N, grabbing both of our suitcases and dragging them with relative ease.
"Well, babe, it's up to you now. I hope you're good at directions." I smile, watching her freeze at the pet name. I guess it's just hit her that we're dating now, and she can't hate me forever.

"Uh... yeah, I'm good! Okay, we're here, we've just been past this tree stump, so we're facing..." She glances up from the paper, pointing straight ahead. "This way, we go this way."

"I hope you're right, because I just felt a raindrop." I groan, following her lead. It takes roughly several minutes to get to the cozy, wooden cabin, mostly because the suitcases are gradually more difficult to wheel on the moist, uneven ground, but the rain doesn't pound down too harshly on us.

Although, that changes once we're inside. When we had decided to dry off, the clouds drifted over the sky and began to pelt water down like a jetwash; each individual drop hammering down with a new force.

"You know what, I made a mental note to bring the umbrella earlier. But I forgot." I complain, mentally scolding myself as I lean against the top of the sofa. I notice a fireplace, and a stack of wood above it.
"We'll need to get more of that." I mention, trying to judge how long we could get out of that - not long. About an hour or two, maximum.

The little punk girl nods, walking over to the window beside me. I ruffle her hair and she yelps, smacking my hand away (and failing).
"Yeah, but in this weather? And you said it yourself, we don't have an umbrella. And it didn't even cross my mind."

I think for a moment, resting my chin on the top of her head.
"I suppose. But, we need the logs for this kind of weather exactly."

I listen to the calming yet harsh precipitation crashing against the forest floor, wrapping my arms around her waist and losing myself in her body heat. I sigh, content.

"Do you still think about any of your missions?" She wonders, leaning her head back to face me. I'm slightly taken aback for a moment, opening my mouth to speak before closing it again.

"I think about Raccoon City the most." I mumble, the scenes still flashing in my mind as if they were still recent.

"That wasn't a mission, that was an ambush. That caught you by surprise on your first day, you were unprepared and inexperienced. Of course you still think about it." She reassures me, which does make me feel ever so slightly better about being so caught up on it. Although I've told myself the same thing many, many times, hearing it from somebody else gives me a piece of mind.

"Yeah, and it's pretty difficult to forget about watching people's faces get torn off by lickers, and zombies, and persistent bioweapons..." I chuckle, not truly finding humour in what I'd said.

"Although, I think about Spain a lot. About seven months ago, I got injected with Las Plagas while out in Europe. Of course, I was prepared this time... as much as I can be, at least. Nobody could be prepared for what I saw out there." I sigh, not planning on going into detail and reliving it all. Y/N just nods along, not looking like she's planning on asking me about it.

"Las Plagas... is that a viru-" She pauses suddenly. "Did you hear that? Outside?"