My next word prompt was scars (thank Wesker for that… Easy word.)

Warnings for this chapter; Crack. Krauser. Leon and Krauser already meeting at the castle, so not canon. (Like I ever write canon… *shakes head*)

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Scars.

Salazar's castle… It was big, it was confusing and most of all, it looked a little bit over the top. To Leon anyway, who was actually getting used to seeing shabby cabins everywhere. He couldn't believe how Salazar could actually live there. It seemed to Leon that if he himself would get tired running around the castle, then how would Salazar, on his really short legs, feel about it?

Leon figured Salazar probably had a bicycle to move around the castle. Or had his 'right hand' carry him around. Either way, he probably didn't do all the walking himself, as that would be such a pain in legs.

Those were the thoughts going through Leon's mind as he was making his way through the castle. He had just lost Ashley again and despite the fact that it was really annoying to look for her again, at least he could roam around now without having to worry about her. Sure, she was captured, but at least she was safe. There was no way in hell a midget could kill her, Leon figured.

The moment Leon grabbed some money from the fountain nearby a locked door, he heard something behind him. With a frown on his face he grabbed his knife and turned to face his new stalker.

"Leon…"

Leon's frown was replaced with a look of pure disbelief. Right in front of him, only a few feet away, stood a large and muscular man. A man Leon knew from when he still killed zombies instead of Ganado.

"Been a long time, comrade."

"Dick Hauser?"

The man frowned. "No, Krauser. Jack Krauser… Damn Leon, time hasn't been treating you well, has it?"

Leon shrugged. "Why are you here?"

"The sample. I need the sample so I can give it to Wesker. He needs the sample to impress some kind of lady… Don't ask me who though, I usually stop listening five seconds after that man starts talking."

"Who hired you?"

Krauser frowned. "I suppose you do the same thing."

Leon didn't reply as he started to stare at Jack with a very confused look on his face. There was something different about the muscle man, but Leon just couldn't put his finger on it. Krauser didn't look bigger, he didn't seem to have his changed his hair, and his… Oh, of course, the scars.

Leon pointed at Krauser's face. "What happened?"

"Ninjas," Krauser replied casually

"Ninjas? You mean they actually exist?" A smirk appeared on Leon's face as he thought of his next career switch. "I wonder if there is a school for ninjas… I bet I'd graduate with honors."

"I doubt it…" Krauser glanced at his watch and realized it was later than he expected. "Listen Leon, I don't know why you're here, or what you're doing, but I bet Ashley has something to do with it."

"Who?"

"Ashl… Did you hit your head or something?"

"Shuttlecocks."

"Wait, what?" Krauser shook his head, took his knife from his belt and pointed it at Leon. "I'm going to give you some of your own ninja scars now… If you're able to regain your sanity for a few minutes."

"Those scars, eh? You must not get laid often anymore."

"They have actually increased my sex life with sixty percent!"

"Oh." Leon glanced at his knife, took these words into consideration and sighed. "Ahh, eh… Why are you here again?"

"To get the sample, because Wesker asked me to."

"Wesker… You mean Alan Wesker?"

"I'm going to cut you now." Krauser sounded a bit hesitant because there was obviously something very wrong with Leon, and it didn't seem right to hurt someone that obviously had some kind of brain damage. "I really am."

Leon nodded. "Bring it on!"

A small fight followed. Krauser made several attempts to cut and stab Leon, and Leon just kept dodging as if he was a ninja already. After a few minutes Leon remembered he was supposed to be looking for Ashley and decided to put an end to their fight. With a growl he grabbed Jack's shirt and dragged him towards the fountain. He then grabbed the muscle man's head and pushed it underwater.

Jack fought back and started flailing his arms. When that didn't work, he took a good hold of his knife and stabbed it right into Leon's right leg.

It worked. Leon let go of Krauser's head and took a few steps back. With a scowl he took a look at his leg, which was now bleeding quite a bit. He turned to face Krauser and was about to make another attempt to kill the other man, when he realized something was very off. Krauser face… There was something red dripping from his cheeks.

"Hey, did I cut your face?" Leon asked with a tone of triumph in his voice.

"I don't feel anything…" Krauser touched his face and took a look at his hands. "Ohhh shit."

"Your scar! You just wiped part of your scar off!" Leon's eyes grew wide as dishes as Krauser's scars appeared to be melting off. "Oh, my, God… They are fake?"

Krauser's cheeks now burned a brighter shade of red than his, apparently, fake scars had been, and he took a small mirror from his pocket. After taking a quick glance, he realized that his scars indeed had come off. He slowly shook his head. "No, no… The water in that fountain! I think it healed my scars! That has to be the case, because why on earth would I make fake scars on my face? Don't be ridiculous… Ahahaha."

Leon didn't reply. He was too surprised and confused.

"Listen comrade, you go look for Ashley and if you make it there, I'll meet you on the island." Krauser waved and was glad Leon actually took off to God-knows-where. When Leon disappeared around the corner, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh that was close… Waterproof make-up, my ass."

Krauserrrrrrrr. :) Yay. Sorry about that, all of my other ideas were a bit too serious, I'm afraid.

I hope you liked it! Reviews are always appreciated, yada yada. Now, have a nice day, strangah!

-FUNK