Resident evil x fem.reader volume (Leon Kennedy Edition)

Destined (Child Leon x fem.child reader)

(Child Leon x child fem.reader) 
(Your character is 12 years old & Leon is two years older than you)

    You race downstairs, your best friend chasing after you. You giggle as you take a left turn while running into your living room. You quickly glance around, looking for a hiding spot. You smirk and swiftly hide behind a curtain. You press your back against the wall, covering your mouth to quieten your laughter. 

    You glance down as you watch a pair of shadowed feet slowly head in your direction. You hold your breath, trying to stop yourself from giggling. You dig your back into the window pane while listening for any sounds. You hear a loud sigh and the echo of footsteps fade into another room. You hesitantly push the curtain away from you, stepping into the open. 

    Suddenly, something grabs your waist and pulls you back. You freeze in your place as you lean your head back to see Leon towering over you. His arms are looped around your waist, his chin propped on top of your head. 
    "Leon, that's not how you play hide and seek," you complain while pouting in embarrassment. He smiles childishly, automatically tickling your sides. 

    You squeak like a little mouse, twisting in his grip. Your face fades into a light pink shade as your muscles begin to burn. Your chuckles quickly change into loud laughter while your mother and Leon's dad makes their way into the house. 
    "Thanks for all the help, Mr. Kennedy," you hear her say from the other room. You swiftly elbow him in his side, both adults beginning to wonder where you two ran off to. 

    "It's no problem. I'm happy to help. Besides, I know how it feels to have to raise a kid alone. It's also a decent break from everything at the police station," Mr. Kennedy responds while making his way toward the living room. 
    "I found where the kids ran off to," your mother states as she grins at you both. You finally twist your way out of Leon's grip and quickly end up with your (h/c) locks being ruffled up. 

    You move your head out of the way, grabbing his hand. You stick your tongue at him as you glance back at the adults staring at you curiously. 
    "We're going to go play at our clubhouse for a while," you announce, dragging him out of the room and outside. You lead him down your porch steps, guiding him down a dirt path in the woods. 

    Trees line both sides of you, sunlight reflecting off green leaves able your head. Animals scamper through the undergrowth as a gentle breeze blows your (h/c) bangs into your eyes. The smell of a pond nearby overwhelms your senses, your muscles relaxing. You close your eyes and silently enjoy the peaceful environment. 
    Suddenly, loud yet high pitched laughter breaks the silence. 

    You snap your eyes open as you gaze in the direction to your right. You narrow your eyes in annoyance, letting go of Leon's hand. 
    "I'm going to go check that out. I'll be right back, I promise," you say while he looks at you like your crazy. You go to walk away, but he swiftly grabs your wrist. You hesitantly stop in your tracks and lock eyes with him. 

    "Let's go. If it's those boys who bug you all the time, I should come with you," he responds, determination flickering in his icy blue pupils. 
    "I'll be fine. You don't have to watch over me all the time," With that said you yank your wrist free and step into a clearing. 

    Your eyes lock onto the scene playing out in front of you, disgust pumping into your heart. A group of three boys in your grade are sitting in a circle around a cage. They seem to be staring at a bunny trapped in the metal prison, the poor creature moving about to escape. They continue to giggle as they poke at it with sticks. 
    "Hey, stop that! You can't do that!" You shout while picking up a decent size broken stick. You quickly walk up to the gang leader and quickly smack him across the head with your makeshift weapon.

    He stands up, grabbing your arm and kicking the cage over. 
    "Look, it's Leon's little partner. Plan on taking us out like criminals," he mocks your friend while tightening his grip on you. 
    "Leave him out of this. You're the one tormenting a defenseless animal," you snap in response as your pale skin fades into a purple shade. You clench your jaw in pain, trying to pry his fingers away with your free hand. You reach toward his face and cut his skin with your nails. He immediately cries out in alarm, shoving you to the ground. 

    Your lower half collides with the dirt, numbness settling into your bones. You blow your bangs out of your face, checking your left wrist to see a fresh bruise engraved in your flesh. He wipes at the blood dripping down his face as he growls at you. 
    "Toss her in the pond," he orders his friends, smirking wickedly at you. The two other boys appear on each side of you and swiftly pick you off the ground by your shoulders. You twist in their hold while lashing out. 
    "No, put me down! I'll beat you up when I get my chance! Just wait and see!" You scream at the top of your lungs, your body inches from your watery grave.  

    Suddenly, a hateful growl breaks over your cries for help. The weight on your shoulders vanish, your body hitting the shoreline. You raise an eyebrow in confusion while turning your head to see the two boys running away from a German shepherd. You laugh loudly as you feel water lapping at your legs. You automatically spot Leon pinning the gang leader to a nearby tree by the collar of his jacket. You watch them exchange a couple of words, your hero decking the jerk in the face. In minutes it's all over and your best friend is racing in your direction. 

    Leon sits on his knees in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder. He flashes you a smile as he tilts his head to the side. 
    "Are you okay?" He asks, examining you for any injuries. You nod your head in response while the tears you were holding back finally break free. You wipe at your eyes, his gaze landing on the fresh bruise on your wrist. He sighs in disapproval and carefully takes your hand. You shyly move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
    "It's okay," he mumbles as he wraps an arm around your waist. He hugs you tightly, closing the distance between you both. You hesitantly lean your head against his shoulder while burying your face into the crook of his neck. You close your eyes, his slender fingers playing with your (h/c) locks in an attempt to comfort you.