I decided as I am doing a Leon/Claire and I've done a Leon/Ashley, I just thought it was Ada's turn. A very oneshot, one of Ada recalling a night they spent together.
At first, I wasn't a big fan of the couple, but after playing Separate ways & Darkside Chronicles they have become one of my favourite couples, just second to Leon and Claire.
Have a good day, hope you enjoy it~
You said you wouldn't try and stop me if I went against your will and joined Wesker, you said you would let me go and be who I need to be. But you and I both know that that night we spent together under the darkness wasn't something you could easily forget.
It was the usual torturous night in Europe, where I had been sent to infiltrate Saddler's mission and interrupt yours. The many blood curdling, heart smashing screams I heard can never leave my mind, and I leant upon the long rock fencing by the maze. The moon was crescent, almost forming a perfect smile shape, and it shone down as I looked at it. It edged in and out of my view as it was cloudy; there were no stars to be seen.
I peeked and walked in to the red room that was nudged into the huge castle. I thought it was funny that I would choose this room – my logo red. I trailed my hand across the sheets and pulling the layers apart, glad to have a piece of normality – a bed. I didn't hesitate, I climbed into it, feeling the softness of the paled sheets stroke my skin, the pillow caress my head. My tense muscles began to relax immediately, but sharpened when I saw you pass the window.
I bolted upright, thinking my eyes were deceiving me. I placed my legs over the bed and onto the red carpet, and I placed myself in the corner, then as you came through the door I jumped out the window and followed your trail – I knew I could tease with you and I placed a gun against your head.
After our fierce confrontation, I leaped out that same window. But you followed my trail, like a bloodhound you wouldn't let me go. You reached across to me as I swung round and you lightly touched my arm, and with that the old flame grew, you walked back to the red room, and this time I was close behind.
Another confrontation, soft, sweet and subtle – the flame ignited and burst into a thousand sparks. I held your face and stared into those icy eyes and we kissed. That night in the logo red room was where we became one, a crescent and a new moon – together.
We talked, caught up, shared stories, laughed, and wondered. I admired your battle wounds, a long pick puckered line stretching from your collarbone to behind your ear. You stroked my cheek and we remembered our first meeting, and how we both thought it was over for the other.
You had saved me. And in return I needed to save you.
You fell asleep, the war and battle leaving your angelic face, a slight smile playing on your lips and I wondered what you were dreaming of. Me perhaps? I touched your shoulder, I wanted to kiss you, but I knew I had to leave it at that. I climbed out that window, for the last time. And I turned back to see you again, just because I wanted to. An owl hooted and I stared up at the inky sky, the moon was a crescent like before, but the stars were out, little eyes twinkling down at us, keeping us safe.
I whispered goodbye, and I was gone.
We will meet again.
Under a new moon, a full moon, any moon – we will have our confrontation again.
I promise.
