With a Little Help from My Friends (Leon Kennedy X Reader)

Chapter 22

    
"Too bad I'm all yours, baby."

It was sudden, but the moment felt right. It didn't seem wrong to Leon. After all, he did question if these feelings were more than a simple "crush". He rolled his eyes at that word, but it was the only way to capture what he had felt when he was around her. If he truly thought about the matter, he'd have to say that maybe it was on the borderline of love. However, he didn't want to jump that wagon until he took the (h/c)-headed girl on a proper date.

That is if they make it out of this alive.

Leon shrugged off the thought, ignoring any chances of letting his mission fail or someone not making it out. He was determined to bring everyone home, and definitely show his partner a great time.

It was funny, he thought.

Never did he expect to be mesmerized by a girl like he was for her. She had proven to hold her own, marking a declarative point that screamed:

Hey world,

You can knock me down, kick, and take all that's dear to me, but I'll be the winner in the end.

And he loved it.

Her strength, integrity, intelligence, and quick tongue was intoxicatingly addictive to see and hear; he always had a weakness for girls that wielded their person, not caving in for the cheap thrills or easier choices. It was a definite stimulant for Leon when they could kick ass, show class, and have sass.

Unfortunately, he had that speck of red buried in the back of his mind.

Ada Wong.

They had kissed back in Raccoon City, and he had mourned her as a tragic love lost in a catastrophic event that shouldn't have happened. Maybe he had a tendency to fall in love too quickly, but it wasn't seen as an issue. It was merely tossed aside from view because his stubborn attitude wouldn't allow the truth to be unraveled, exposing the desperate dependency he had naturally adapted over his difficult life. A life that was a result from a lonely childhood with no friends to play in the field that resided beside his farm home, causing various troubles and messes that boys would in a normal life.

It wasn't like his parents were there for him. Mrs. Kennedy had passed away before her son could add. There was no chance for any lasting memories to cherish or remember for the long run. His father was a man Leon had grown to despise. The younger version of himself had longed for his father's love and presence, but he never received such rewards. Instead, his father had treated Leon as a problem more than a son, barely acknowledging him as his child, but doing the bare minimum to escape the judgmental whispers of their small community. Even through the harsh reality he was living through, his kid brain learned to respect his authority, not questioning an order or back talk to any comments that would hurt his feelings.

     Slowly that respect disipated, leading him to despise the coldness when his maturity blossomed early in his preteens, demolishing the pedestal a younger Leon had put him on.

  He was nothing more than an abusive alcoholic. Someone who had floated his way to a respectable position in the county's Sheriff department. He was always busy, never leaving time for the broken boy neglected at home. It was shameful to think about, but at the time, the then dewy-eyed child had longed for his approval and love. He wanted to think his father turned cold with the passing of his mother, but his malice ways were just a part of his nature. Even when Mrs. Kennedy was around she'd protect the innocent child from his true nature by sacrificing herself from his harsh actions.

That's one reason Leon had decided to go into Law Enforcement; he just wanted to protect others from people like dear old dad.

It was when Leon turned 19 that the 'tragic' news of his dad's passing was given. Reports were that the middle aged Deputy had a heart attack on duty, something pretty unusual for someone in his early 40s. It's not like Leon was sad, though. In fact, the only nice thing his father gifted him was the decent sized pension left in his name. He was, of course, grateful, and had decided it was time to retire the farm and move to a fast-paced lifestyle in the city. 

      
    It was hard to reimagine, and all Leon wanted to do was forget that part of his life. He wasn't a naive little boy on a farm that waited for someone who didn't love him, but instead held the honorable reputation of an esteemed survivor of the infamous zombie city.

       If anything, he deserved the love he always craved. He wanted to be loved and cared about, and he was more than happy to share his fondness with someone, too.

   

    "Hey," he says, grabbing her extended hand and pulling her gently down, making the girl kneel down to meet his low eye level, curiosity and confusion twisted together in her illuminated (e/c) eyes.

"Yes, what is it Leon?"

He robbed his response of any words, and decided to show her the overwhelming adoration he was feeling in those moments he was with her. Light and gentle, the kiss they shared had stupefied (Y/n). Such a little action had translated all things Leon wanted to say, transitioning the true, raw emotion he couldn't speak aloud.

"I hope you understand that I'm not just kissing you, (Y/n). That was a promise of my protection, attention, and..."

He paused, holding his tongue as he tried to choose the next few words carefully.

"... and my intentions of taking you out when we get outta here."

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Short and sweet. Xx