Unexpected Encounters
Chapter 4
The Facility
It hadn't been long until the pair came upon a large building. Grey walls, and smoke fuming up ever so slightly, just proving that there are definitely people working in there. It appeared to be abandoned, like most facilities that had viruses in them. Of course, that was a cover up. And they both knew that, given their history. They were on opposite sides then. Right now, the other couldn't really tell. Leon found himself moving just slightly closer to Wesker, though he didn't understand why. He figured it was only because he was trying to stay on guard for the both of them in case more things came into the picture. "You need to stick close to me. You don't know what's in there, and I'd rather not watch you carelessly run in," the scientist was telling him. "I know you want to prove just how well you can take care of yourself, but that is no excuse to get careless and reckless. Knowing you, so far, you'll need me watching you so you don't get killed." The agent rolls his eyes upon hearing this, shaking his head in clear annoyance.
"It's not like I plan on being reckless on a mission, Wesker," he answers him. "As for needing you to watch me, I disagree. I'm independent and am used to working basically alone."
"Yes, I remember how well that worked out last time," the other comments in a sarcastic tone, obviously referring to the mission from a month ago. Ok, there had been some close calls, the Government worker would admit, but still.
"I almost died a few times, so what? For my job that is a very normal thing, especially given my background," he points out to the larger male. "Even you have to agree on that one."
"Honestly, I don't have to. And I choose not to, as well. There were many risks in which you didn't really have to take while doing your mission in order to survive," the pure blond responds with a shrug, heading towards the building. After all, they had a reason to be here, may as well get to that reason.
"That's what you think…" the younger male mumbles, before following alongside him. Before he would walk just a bit behind him, when did he make an effort to keep in step with the larger man? It's not like the superhuman and he really made any conscious effort to do any of these things. They just seemed to happen on their own accord. Leon's thoughts then wandered to how his company had reacted a little while before. What had he meant by all of those words he had said? There had to be some sort of hidden meaning in them, and it was his job to find it. That would be much tougher than he thought it would be. After all, he didn't even really know Wesker's intentions in any of this. For all he knew, he was probably walking to his death right now. Well, either way, he was really. If not by the hands of this man, then he would be killed by the infected. Neither of those options were the ones he wanted to choose. He just wanted to get out of here after wiping out this virus and scrubbing it clean from the earth, and then go home. Sounded like a good plan to him.
"Keep up, Princess. Don't need you day dreaming about me and you getting caught," the scientist suddenly said, not even missing a beat with adding the second sentence. He only smirked when the agent turned a bright red and started to splutter in irritation.
"I was not fucking day dreaming about you!" the dirty blond objects immediately, his heart doing a weird jump in his chest. He certainly hadn't expected anything like that. That had to be why he was feeling all weird now, of course. The superhuman was just making fun of him and teasing him again, of course.
"You weren't? Well, you were seemingly very focused on the day dream. It may as well have been about me," the larger male continues, that continuous smirk still on his face. There was that weird jump in the clearly confused man's chest. It seemed to only happen around his companion. It was very strange to say the least. Then again, Wesker was also saying very strange things and seemed to purposely make everything into something it's not. He couldn't tell if it was just a mind game, or if he was just trying to be an asshole. Then again, it really could be both, now that he thought about it.
"Why the hell would I be day dreaming about you?! That doesn't even make any sort of logical sense!" Leon argues, though his usually pale cheeks were still stained a light pink from the words.
"It doesn't? Well, I would certainly argue with that," the blond went on. He didn't give any other sort of elaboration, and before the Secret Service agent could ask, there was a loud noise. Suddenly, the smaller male found the other grabbing his arm and yanking him back. He found himself slipping a bit on some sort of liquid now noticed on the ground, eyes wide and expecting to fall back on to the tiled ground. However, he was kept up easily, practically effortlessly. He blinks and looks over, as if expecting someone else to be there. Of course it was still the same person that had been at his side through this whole "mission". He was the same person who had been constantly bothering him, and constantly seeming to just want to fuck him over. But now, it seemed like he was… different, somehow. When had the other ever been so concerned with his wellbeing, and when had he ever seemed to even want to protect him? That didn't make sense to him. They hadn't ever really known each other until now, and before, he couldn't say that his somewhat savior was his favorite person in the world. However, now… Now why did that seem questionable? Was it because… because he was saving him once again, or…?
"Kennedy, pay attention! Looks like they had more viruses than I thought, next to their own…" Wesker's voice suddenly began to explain, looking up. He still had a hand firmly on his companion's arm, holding him close to him. Above them had been a Licker, and he knew of Leon's history with Lickers. What the younger male had slipped on was a large pile of saliva that had dripped down from the Licker on the ceiling. It acted as if it were trying to stare them down, despite being blind, mouth open and ready to attack. As the two men begun to draw their guns, another one of those creatures ran in, coming from a corridor. It seemed to stop just a bit in front of them, blocking the only open path, besides the one that led back outside. "Take the one on the ceiling. I'll aim for the one blocking our path." After establishing their targets, the allies began to take fire, fairly easily dodging attacks. When the agent had shot the one on the ceiling in its exposed brain, it dropped back down to the ground in a cry of pain. Then, clearly not happy with him, it lashed at him with its tongue, reminding him on how it got its name. He manages to dodge it, only by mere centimeters, but close enough. He shoots another few shots before it finally dropped to the ground, dead. He looks to see the other having gotten a similar result. They both then reloaded their guns and gave a small nod to each other.
"Ready to go, Princess?" the blond asks with a smirk.
"I am, but I'm no Princess, Wesker. I think we've established this enough," the younger one responds, before beginning to walk, making sure to be at his side.
"Please… You'll always end up being 'Princess' to me, no matter how hard you try."
