Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

39 ☆ A Blast From The Past

In a frantic, I jolt awake to a disturbance of my slumber. The best sleep of my life, interrupted by...

"I made breakfast!" Leon grins, shaking me left right and centre as his straight, golden locks hang just above his eyes. I grumble an incoherent complaint under my breath, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes.

"I feel like I've just come out of hibernation..." I grumble, flattening down my most-definitely messy hair.

"Yeah, you look like it, too. Come on, get out of bed! It's already seven!" He exclaims, his pale blue eyes lighting up at the thought.

"Seven in the morning!? No wonder... you do know I usually get up at eleven on the weekends, right? Earliest?"

"Yeah, but we need to explore!"

I reluctantly nod, crawling my sorry ass out of bed and brushing my teeth. As I clean, I can't help but notice his shirtless figure in the mirror's crystal clear reflection. I recognise each and every scar kissing his pale skin; the gunshot wound from 1998 always sticks out to me the most.

He catches me staring and sheepishly places his hand on his shoulder, hiding the mark in embarrassment.

"What's up with the mark?" He mumbles, biting his lip nervously.

I spit my toothpaste into the sink, rinsing my mouth out with some bottled water as we have a limited water supply. "Nothing, I was just ogling." I chuckle, brushing it off.

"You know I hate that one... it reminds me of everything." He huffs, letting his arms dangle at his sides as he steps beside me.

"Raccoon City?"

"Yeah, obviously. It was the worst day of my life! It completely changed my course of life!" He complains, before pondering. "Although, I can't complain too much. I met you there."

I roll my eyes. What a sappy thing to say... and kind of cute.

Finishing up in the bathroom and stepping outside, I grimace at the chill of the air and the soft squelching noise beneath my feet.

"Hey, you know my little issue with-- ah-- drugs?" I ask, keeping an eye out for any loose fractions of wood.

"Mhm? You mean your very professional drug dealing?" He smirks, crouching down and collecting a couple choppings.

"Well, yeah, that. Why did you only start looking for me after six years of business? Nobody seemed to care before that." I shrug, noticing some markings in the floor. I chuckle, nudging one of the footprints with my foot. "What the hell is this animal? It seems big."

"I have no idea... but, that's because a few guys were smuggling over drugs from here. What was it, meth? Well, they killed some of our force. Then we figured it would be a good idea to get to the bottom of this all."

"Oh. That."

Tearing my eyes away from the peculiar trail, I catch a glimpse of a deadpan expression on Leon's face before he suddenly snaps back into reality. He chuckles, hitting me with a, "What's up?"

"Nothing. You just seemed a bit zoned out is all."

I'm suspicious now. Really, really, intensely suspicious. When I mentioned a skinwalker, I was joking. But Leon is making it awfully difficult to keep it in the past.

"I was just thinking that the forest is beautiful. Don't you think? Why don't we go on a walk tonight?"

Skinwalkers don't like silver. I furrow my eyebrows, pressing my silver ring into his skin. He raises an eyebrow, baffled.

"...uh, babe?"

I embarrassedly put the ring back on.

"Sorry."

With a heated face, I take the logs from his arms and instruct him to find more. He rolls his eyes, taking the wood back in a chivalrous manner.

Damn it, I thought that'd work... maybe I'm over thinking it.

After an hour, we make it back to our cabin with a luxurious amount of fallen logs in our grasp. As I pry the door open with my elbow, I spot something in there for a split second.

My face drops. It's been long enough for me to accept Caesar's death, so why did I just see a hallucination of him? I wouldn't say im 'over it', but I'm not in denial anymore. Come on, it's been about seven years.

I shake my head to snap myself out of it, brushing the vision to the side and placing the logs beside the fireplace. I grab the axe from outside, tossing it next to the fuel so we can chop it later.

"You wanted to go on a walk?"

"No, not anymore."

I pause, my mind frying. Not anymore?

He tackles me to the sofa with a grin, wrapping his arms around my waist. I chuckle, flipping over to face his gorgeous face, planting a soft kiss against his tiny cheek stubble.

I glance up, his usual-blue eyes now red. I yelp and smack him in the face, stepping backwards in a frantic.

"Owwwuhh! What was that for? Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting up.

"D-don't get any closer! Why are your eyes doing that!?" I exclaim, terrified. I step back again, restricted by the wall.

"Doing what? What's that behind you? Holy shit! Run!" Leon gasps, jumping up from his seat.

I turn around. He's right, I'm not backed into a wall, I'm backed into a beast. It's trying to replicate Caesar, yet can't grasp the life in his eyes.

I snarl in an offended expression, stepping away from it. The axe from earlier is impaled into my throat, an excruciating agony bubbling through my blood. My eyes widen and jaw drops in awe, an inability to speak overcoming my desperate need for Leon to get out of here.

I can't scream, I can't speak, I can't even whimper as the brutal weapon is torn from my flesh.

This isn't a skinwalker. This is something nobody alive has ever seen before.

Collapsing to the floor, I use my dizzy, peripheral vision to watch Leon as my blood puddles beneath me.

I can't see exactly what happens.

I just watch him collapse to the floor.

Lightheaded and lacking energy, I begin to fade in and out of consciousness.

This is how I go out.

I feel a warm sensation envelope my hand, a twisted sense of joy flowing through the last of my rapidly draining blood.

In my last moments, I swear I heard a weak apology from my lover.

A little, 'I'm sorry, I couldn't control it', or something along those lines.

None of that matters. I'd never stay mad at him, not that I was in the first place.

And then a calm tranquility sung me to sleep. With his hand in mine, I'm at peace.

"And that's what happened!" I exclaim, shaking Leon's shoulders as we rest on the secluded train.

"Okay, okay, chill out, I believe you!"

"I missed your cute little face. When I last saw you, you were all stern and grown up." I grin, pinching his soft cheek.

"Hey, Y/N, leave the poor guy alone." My brother chuckles, tugging my battle jacket from behind and pulling me away from him.

"Shut up, you were meant to get eaten by that mutated licker all the way at the beginning of all of this!" I huff. "Finding all of your letters while you were right there gave me such bad second hand embarrassment."

"Shut up! And you were meant to lose your battle jacket! What happened to that, huh?"

"Touché. I was extra careful this time, I'll have you know."