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Leon had no idea what started it, but he and Claire were in an argument of epic proprtions. Her hair seemed a more vibrant shade of red and her eyes glowed a dangerous blue as she jabbed a finger into Leon's chest when trying to emphasize her opinion. Claire really took off on her broom tonight, never coming back down. Leon's bloodhound and Claire's cat were off hiding. Even the betta fish was hiding behind the plant in his bowl on the kitchen counter. Nothing had been thrown...yet.

Not willing to carry on the fierce battle, Leon turned away and looked out the kitchen window. He hoped no one was listening, or even watching their silhouettes in the curtains. As the fight wore on, Claire had a hand balled up under her chin. This was the number one danger sign Leon didn't catch.

"And I saw the way you were looking at Angela!", accused Claire.

Leon spun perfectly like the figure skater he probably could be.

"What?!", he yelled. "I don't know what you're taking about, Claire!"

"I saw you checking her out!", Claire snarled. "And you kissed her behind my back!"

"Did not!", Leon defended himself. "I was giving her air!"

"'Giving her air' my ass, Leon Scott!", Claire screeched.

"You don't even have an ass....", mumbled Leon.

"Excuse me, what was that?", asked the red-head dangerously.

She cocked a hip out, placed a hand on it, and stuck out a leg.
Another major warning sign that the blonde male failed to see.

"You-don't-have-an-ass!", Leon pronounced slowly but loudly.

Claire slammed her hands on the countertop island between her and her boyfriend. One of her palms touched base with a plate and sent it soaring in flips through the air. Then the unfortunate china landed and crashed on the title flooring. Neither of the two arguing beings blinked or flinched.

"I'm done", Claire snapped.

"Oh, what? 'Cause of what I said?", Leon asked sarcastically.

"You're such a...a JERK!", Claire stammered.

"And you're an angel? Pfft!", Leon shook his golden head. "Your monthly mood swings, complete with vaccant cupboards, the neediness...c'mon!"

"You're so hard to live with!", Claire cried.

"And you aren't?", the agent threw back. "I wish you lived somewhere else! Like, far away!"

Claire turned her back, walked about five steps, paused, and turned her head.

"You're stupid, just like your father", she said in just barely a whisper and walked out.

"Hahahaha! What's that supposed to mean?!", scoffed Leon. "Stupid like my father...whatever..."

Later that night.....

Leon was perched atop the washer in the laundry room, still brewing over the fight. He played Claire's last words over and over again. He was confused with what she meant. He patted his faithful dog's nervous head absent-mindedly, still thinking. Stupid like your father...stupid like my father....

Then, it finally clicked.

"MY FATHER WAS A BRILLANT MAN!!"

Leon flew off the machine and shouted at the ceiling. The bloodhound took off, wimpering. Even the cleaning machines stopped at feeling Leon's fury. Kicking a basket, Leon tore out of the small room and up the basement stairs in search of Claire to give her a piece of his mind. He was going to tell that damn Redfield what was what!

The only problem was, Leon didn't know where she was or where he was going. He was so infuriated that he forgot the layout to his own house. He mumbled and cursed to himself as he tried to find his way around. He cursed everything that didn't have to do with what Claire said. Raccoon City, zombies, Ada Wong, Spain, Saddler, Luis Sera, Jack Krauser, Ashley Graham, it was all their fault!

When Leon did find the red-head, she was sitting in the kitchen, peacefully eating Cocoa Krispies and reading a fashion magazine. She didn't flinch nor look up when Leon's fiery presence stood in the door way.

But he said nothing; he didn't think of what to say ahead of time. Just gotta roll with it...

"Eating fucking cereal?!", he said loudly. "Fucking eating my chocolate cereal that I fucking bought?!"

Nothing. Claire continued to eat her cereal. Leon only got angier at her lack of a reaction. Of course he cursed more, he really had nothing serious or intelligent to say in his defense. Plus he was mad!

"Yeah, that's my favorite fucking cereal!", Leon paced back and forth infront of Claire. "I ate Cocoa-fucking-Krispies all the time when I was a fucking kid! When I wanted some, I'd go 'hey Dad, can you get some Cocoa Krispies?' and he'd fucking get me all the chocolatey goodness I wanted! Wanna know why he fucking did that?! 'Cause my dad was a SMART FUCKING GUY!"

Still, Claire showed no reaction. She just poured herself another bowl of Cocoa Krispies and went back to eating. Without looking at her lover, she turned the page of her magazine. Leon's eye twitched madly. Does she not know that the face of Hell is right in her face?! Dumbfounded and even more irate, Leon came up with another wild response to Claire's silence.

"You know what I'm going to do?!", Leon continued without waiting for Claire's evanescent response, "I'm going to get a fucking pumpkin and put a bomb in it! I'm--I'm going to making a fucking pumpkin bomb and fuckin' put it under your chair and blow you the fuck up! I'm going to fuckin' blow you to smitherenes! SMITHERENES!"

Leon smacked the table top and stormed out.

"You don't even know...you--you don't even know", he seethed. "You don't even KNOW!"

To show just how serious he was, he went into their room, snatched his pillow and the comforter, and went into one of the guest bedrooms downstairs. And to make an even bigger statement, he slammed the door shut after his dog mozied in after him.

Oooh yes, Leon Scott Kennedy was showing Claire M. Redfield up!