Sublimity ? Leon Kennedy

twelve

Sometimes I'd forget it's real. That I actually lived a life that isn't here. That I've been anywhere else away from Leon. And it's terrifying. It's only been two weeks but all of it feels like a lifetime ago now.

I haven't figured it out yet. Figured out why I'm here or how it happened.

At this point, part of me doesn't want to know anymore.

What would it change anyway?

Around four, I find myself strolling through the mansion with Piers - the marble floors of the living room squeaking under my shoes, the buzz of conversation from the BSAA agents dulling into quiet mumbles.

"So . . " He starts, looking up at the framed paintings on the wall. "You and Leon Kennedy, huh?" There's a teasing edge to his voice.

"What."

He looks over at me, a smirk plastered accross his face. "Slept in one room together, came out together. Didn't know you guys were close like that."

My face burns. I shouldn't be surprised. It's not like either of us are being discreet about it. Especially not after whatever that was in the office.

You two know each other?

What was he even saying?

But out of all people who could notice, I didn't expect him to be the first one to mention it. "It's not like that."

"No, no, it's okay." He pauses, leans closer just a bit. "I know it's none of my business. You don't have to tell me."

"Right." I shake my head and chuckle.

We keep strolling in silence, his gaze wandering about the mansion. His comms device crackles every now and then, updating the current situation outside. Zombies still swarmed out the fence but holding steady.

"Anyway, Piers." I pipe, moving closer to him. "I've always loved your sniping skills. You should teach me some of that next time."

"You wanna learn how to shoot?"

I shrug.

He shifts on his feet and crosses his arms. "Sure, I'll teach you. Maybe we can have a little competition and see who's the better shot."

"Oh I think we both know the answer to that one." I shoo the thought away before it settles. "I know nothing about shooting. Just L2 and R2."

He cocks an eyebrow and I just realize what I said. "Video games, huh?"

Right. I don't need to tell him about that either. "Yeah . ."

"Well I can definitely tell you it's a lot different than just pressing buttons on a console. But don't worry, I'll start you off with the basics."

We pass by a bunch of agents in uniform. They talk Piers, discussing the recent scavange they apparently sent out four towns away where they found nothing but a convenient store. I loom behind.

Once that's done, I move close to him again. "So what can you tell me about Chris? Is he as stubborn as everyone says he is?"

Piers rolls his eyes. "Chris? Stubborn? That's an understatement." He scoffs. "He's as stubborn as a boulder, especially during missions. But that's the best thing about him."

Saw him punch a boulder in resident evil 5. But he probably doesn't know about that yet.

My eyes gravitate to Piers' arm, in tact and normal, covered with the sleeve of his uniform. I remember what he did in resident evil 6, when he shot himself with the C-Virus during the final boss fight to save Chris.