Resident Evil: End of Days

Returning to Spain

In the span of about a couple months from our visit to Raccoon City (and LOTS of desk work in the DSO office - thanks, Hunnigan), Chris and I head to the city of Madrid, Spain for our...date. When we get there, Chris changes from a big hulking man of no-nonsense to a little kid.

"So...you got to travel through this?" He asks me.

I shrug and respond, "I did. I have to admit though, if I had to choose between the village of Las Plagas hosts or this, I think I would have preferred this. ...or Barcelona."

"What's Barcelona like?" He asks.

"I don't know," I respond, "Haven't been."

He grins at me. "Well, we are going to fix that."

He takes my hand and leads me eagerly along. We journey through the square outside of the Madrid Capital building, and Chris happily takes pictures of the fountain, then coaxes me.

"Come on, let me get one of you!"

"No, Chris! I don't like being photographed!"

"For me at least?"

I look at him, and he gives me a goofy-ass grin I can't seem to say no to. I roll my eyes and concede. 

"Fine!"

I walk over and take a seat at the fountain. Chris takes a handful, and for shits and giggles I lie back and look at him. He takes another handful.

"You're really photogenic, you know that?" He observes to me.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have agreed for you," I sass at him and sit up. He then sits with me, and we take one together. I'll be beating his ass later, but right now I'm having too good of a time to reprimand him for his mishap.

He snickers. "Careful handsome, I'll smack you for that."

I arch a brow at him. "...kinky."

He shakes his head, and we move on further into the city. Somewhere out in the street, I hear the soft rumble of a motorcycle. I glance over, and I see a stunning obsidian black Ducati purring at the stoplight.

...now I want one...

I have no denial of the fact that I have a love for motorcycles, especially any that go fast and easy to maneuver. Something about driving one gives you the feeling of freedom and control, compared to how life usually can be uncontrollable at times. I like having that feeling in my hands...

Chris notices of course and smiles. He asks, "You like that bike?"

SHIT! My face heats up, and I can't help but look away from it. He smiles and states, "You do. You like the Ducati."

I glare at him. Rat bastard, you saw me gawking at the thing, didn't you?

"How the hell do you know what that is?" I snip. I'm trying to play it off, make it seem like he didn't see me drooling like a kid outside of a candy store.

"Because we can get one for you if you want," He offers.

...Oh please yes. Please? Pretty pretty please?

I clear my throat. "U-um...thanks...I, uh...I'd like that."

...why is that so hard to say?

He chuckles and squeezes my hand.

"You know if you wanted more than just a bike all you have to do is just tell him right away."

A woman's voice teases at my back. I'm thankful that Chris has a hold of my hand because if he hadn't I would have elbowed her and hurt her...badly...

Chris and I turn around, and we meet face to face with a stunning woman with wavy hair as black as night, yet with sultry eyes of greyish-green. She has a sleek figure yet impressively tall - and she's not even wearing heels, but flats, and we're standing nose to nose...

She wears a loose berry-red and white embroidered tunic blouse with a leather bodice belt around her waist, with a ruffled linen skirt of a gentle beige, cut half over her quads and slanted to her left side with ruffles along the hem. Under her skirt are black leggings, her right ankle cuffed with bangles that chime as she walks. Around her neck is a blue orb that swirls with strange magic, a gemstone that radiates an aura of time of the past and the future...

I could have mistaken her for a gypsy-sort of girl, but then I notice a ring on her left finger. Furthermore, I pick up a strange smell of roses and...death...

...Oh, shoot. I'm talking to the Grim Reaper's wife.

"Name's Mia," She extends a hand, and I hesitate to take it. But when I do, I realize how soft her skin is. A woman who obviously took great care of her hygiene...

...I feel ridiculous now - I haven't shaved for a while, and my hair is slightly disheveled...

"Leon," I respond, "I'm..."

"A DSO agent of the United States of America, one of the founders of the agency, and my husband's Revenant," She tells me. 

I'm actually glad I don't have my gun on me. But at the same time, I'm unnerved that she knows so much. Even Chris' smile disappears in an instant, and he grabs my arm to keep me close.

"Don't worry, I'm here to pay a visit to Spain myself," She explains, "My husband comes from the era of Rome, and I'm here to check the place to see if I can find some remainder of Roman history."

My brows rise, and Chris' head cocks. Roman? Was that what he used to be a long time ago?

"...never hurts to learn some insight about my supernatural boss..." I jibe, and Chris nods in agreement.

"If you want to learn where he really came from," Mia suggests, "Try visiting Rome when you have the chance." 

Rome, huh? I smile and ask, "Why not tell us about him while you're here?"

"If I did then it wouldn't be interesting now would it?" She teases me. I smile, but I explain, "Well it would help if I had an idea of what I needed to be doing to set the Balance to rights, can I not?"

She hums with regard and smiles. "Very true."

 With that, she twists the odd gem on her necklace, a blue light, edged with silver, shining faintly. The light traces up her arm, her neck, up until it reaches her right eye. "Mmm...." Mia starts, tilting her head slightly. "I'm seeing..... A lot. Anything in particular you would like me to search for?"  

 "How about with my visit here in Spain?" I ask. "I would like to have an idea of what it is I need to be looking for and who I may be up against..." 

 Chris grumbles and loops his hands about my waist, stealing my hands in my coat pockets. He rests his head on my shoulder (A gesture I find very bold of him) and asks, "Can we discuss this over food? It doesn't help we're near a restaurant square and I'm smelling shrimp and oysters."

Mia smiled gently, white teeth flashing. "If you so wish, Chris." She said, dropping her hand from the gem around her neck, the light stops. "Are you two a couple yet? You seem very cute together."

Before I can promptly respond, Chris answers Mia, "As a matter of fact we are. Three months in and this is our first date together."

My face heats up. I feel steam whistling out my ears while I muffle a yelp of shock under my breath.  Damn it Chris! Did you have to say that out loud?!

"Awwwww!" She exclaims, clasping her hands close to her face. "That's so cute! You two remind me of my uncles." Without further explanation, she twirls on her heel and points down a side road. "The food you're smelling comes from down there. It's a wonderful little restaurant."

Chris grins and takes my hand. He leads the way while I whimper after him. I look back at Mia while helplessly pulled away into a discussion of much amusement. Great...this is just turning into one interesting evening...