CHAPTER 1
Concealed in the veil of the shadows of the dimly lit room, a certain spy had hid her presence well from the sights of Leon. He looked shagged and beat, it wasn't an unfamiliar sight to Ada Wong. The D.S.O. agent had a habit of overworking himself, all work and no play was the very definition of his life. The time he had to himself was spent with his rugged figure statured on the second stool from the entrance of a local pub, the clarity of peace in his baby blue eyes turns into a dirty slate of storms and turbulence. It wasn't a lie he had many troubles he hidden in the depths of his heart, and one of them was Ada.
Reduced to a pitiful drunk, he didn't have big ambitions or much drive to his own life. Besides his rooted hatred against bioterrorism there wasn't much to the man's journey. The innate motivation to get by day by day was missions was the few chances he might had the luck to cross paths with his crimson butterfly, but the chase was getting old.
She watched the once strong and confident Leon staggering to his bedroom, a bottle of booze was clutched clumsily in his hand. It hurts to see her beloved rookie cop in this state, all the glory and pride lost to age and exhaustion. Ada didn't want to stay long, she had no intention to come into contact with Leon at all. But his sudden return was too tempting. Skillfully stalking his stumbling footsteps to his bedroom, she gently gave the door a push and peeped through the small gap. All she saw was Leon sitting at the edge of his bed with a slip of paper in his hand, the booze still in arms reach.
"So many questions, but no answers. So close but always out of reach. Perhaps it's the biggest mistake I'd made, why…out of all the- since Raccoon…"
Leon who was still intoxicated spoke into the air, slightly frustrated but more so tired.
"Why must it be this way!?"
He threw his empty bottle onto the wall in front, shattering instantly. Little did he know that Ada was startled and slightly disturbed by his outburst.
"Ada…Why? Of all the women, I had to chase someone impossible to be mine. I had enough of games Ada! I've been chasing for a decade and I haven't come closer since then! WHY ADA WHY MUST THINGS BE THIS WAY!"
The man was up and pumping his fists into the wall, furious at himself and everything else. The spy had her back pushed against the wall, she couldn't bear to see Leon like this. Forcing her tears back, she decided to end her visit.
"But it will never end, will it? I'll always be stupidly chasing for you, Ada. Well…that's fine by me, because I'm hopelessly in love with you…"
His voice was fading but Ada hadn't left yet, and then a sudden 'plop' came from the room. In a heartbeat she had burst through the door and found Leon unconscious on the floor, passed out from his heavy intoxication. Thank god he didn't fall onto the glass pieces.
She took a good look at the fallen hero, the man was a shadow of the Leon she always pictured. His hair had grown out, once bright blond is now just a dirty shade of it. The boyish grin he always flashed was never seen again. Her Leon was so worn out by the world, it had changed him almost entirely.
"Leon…I'm sorry, I still can't answer your questions. But I hope you will still wait for that one day, because I'm waiting too."
Her hands brushed through his hair, softly caressing the blond locks. Still soft and smooth, at least he had them maintained. Afterwards Ada took the liberty to clear the broken pieces and easily transferred Leon onto his bed. About done, she walked to his wardrobe and wondered if she should help him change out. It took her five good seconds before she answered herself.
"Might as well see what's under those pants of his."
A familiar smirk crossed her face, she had started to think that her visit this time was definitely more entertaining.
- The Next Morning -
Leon jerked up from his sleep, he had felt another presence with him. Looking wildly around his room he realized it was already morning. He felt something heavy dropped onto his legs. Damped cloth? Puzzled, he glanced over to his side table and spotted a bowl filled with water. Assuming it was cold due to the remnants of condensation, it explains the cool sensation he was feeling on his forehead.
"I thought I had hit onto something hard?"
Slowly he recollected his memory from the night before, he recalled him creating a mess of his room and shortly after passing out on the floor. However, there wasn't any traces of broken glass on the floor. He stood up heading to the kitchen for a drink, trying to decipher what had happened last night. He had also noticed the clean pair of shorts and t-shirt on him, but it was a color he rarely wore – Red.
"Red…could it be?"
Still groggy from his hangover, he stumbled while running around his apartment. Looking at every nook and cranny of the rooms, he found what he thought was a note. Opening it eagerly and recognized the hand writing. Ada…
Hello there Handsome, I hope you had a good rest since you were being such a fuss last night. Leaving a woman to a man's mess too. But I did get a good look at your naked skin, so it evened out the favor.
See you around.
- A.
At the bottom of the note was closed by a red lip mark.
Leon smiled to himself, words could not describe the joy he was feeling. He placed the note in the drawer of his desk, another addition to the family of notes by Ada. He stood tall while basking in the morning light. Knowing that Ada hadn't abandoned the man named 'Leon' gave him all the reason to continue in their little cat-and-mouse chase.
"So there's a 'next time' now Ada? That's new, I'm looking forward to it."
"Let's see who comes in first."
