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So I stumbled upon this song today, "Battle Scars" by Paradise Fears and thought, "Oh! I should totally write a Fighting For Love And Hope Song fic!" So I did!
P.S- Leon is singing the entire song :)
This Fanfic is a bit different, there's a lot of flashbacks and two scenes in the future! :D
Leon sat behind to his partner on her bed as she played with a few of the many things she had received for her birthday this year, one of them was a card he had written explaining he had another surprise for her. Leaning towards her he started singing, causing her to jump slightly and shiver at the funny sensation of his breath on her ear.
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh-ohhhhh
Leon caught Cynthia's eyes, smirking slightly, the female half of their partnership pouted and discreetly dropped the dollar coin into his palm for winning the bet. Bree had beat Brad in a sparring match, the paralyzed girl pinning the older man down beneath her wheelchair. Leon grinned and closed his hand before she could move hers away, interlacing their fingers and sticking his tongue out at her, making her sigh and decide to ignore him.
This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten,
The lost, the broke, the defeated.
Cynthia watched her partner grin at Hannah's joke, blue eyes disappointed. Coming to the group where Leon was, she hoped that his feelings hadn't changed over the past year but it was obvious to her that he liked that other girl Hannah a lot more than her. "Hey…" She mumbled as she passed him, not feeling like talking to him while he was happy and laughing with Hannah.
"Hey Cindy, what's up?" Leon asked, watching Cynthia as she passed him.
"Nothing, don't stop your conversation cause I'm here," Cynthia shrugged his hand off and continued on her way to the cafeteria before coming to a sudden halt as Leon caught her wrist and pulled her back to him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, searching her violent blue eyes for the reason she was being so quiet and defeated.
"Nothing, just thinking." Cynthia shrugged, avoiding his eyes and noticing Hannah's disgruntled expression, "Sorry Hannah, I'll leave." She got free of Leon's grasp, apologized to the wind division girl one more time before she strode off.
Leon sighed, at times like this he wished he could read his friend's mind, while he loved her to death, she was also one of the most confusing girls he knew.
A song for the heartsick, for the standbys,
Living life in the shadow of a goodbye.
"Wait… you're jealous of Hannah!" Leon exclaimed, his brain finally putting the pieces together.
Cynthia's blue eyes welled with restrained tears, "Of course I'm jealous of Hannah!" She shouted, looking as miserable as she had been since she noticed Hannah's crush on her best and only friend, "I'm gone for a year and you've moved on! You told me you wanted me to stay there so I did! Miles was kidnapped and I lost you as well!"
"You never lost me-"
"Yeah, you're right." Cynthia sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat and disappointment, "I never had you in the first place." She looked down at her feet miserably, "I apologize for thinking what you said back home was real."
"My apartment is your home?" Leon asked in slight surprise, looking at her with his eyebrows raised.
"Of course it is," She looked up at him, blue eyes defeated and miserable, "It's where I fell in love with you."
Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
We'd play make-believe; we were young and had time on our side.
Cynthia laughed as Leon went cross-eyed to see the whip cream she had just smeared all over his face, the nine-year-old boy had whip cream all over his face and hair. While he was annoyed by the whipcream she had gotten all over both of them, he couldn't help but smile as the wary and nervous girl laughed and giggled, one whip cream covered hand over her mouth, blue eyes twinkling with bright laughter, her posture relaxed and youthful.
You're stuck on the ground,
Got lost, can't be found.
Just remember that you're still alive.
Leon sang softly in Cynthia's ear, reaching around her and taking the pistol from her hands before tracing a few of the faded scars marring her hands and forearms, his voice soft as he sang in his partner's ear. Cynthia turned around so she was facing him, listening to his singing, blue eyes a little shocked.
"Promise me Leon." Cynthia's blue eyes flashed dangerously, "Promise." The the eleven-year-old girl demanded before the other eleven-year-old went out on the field in a solo mission.
"I promise." Leon smiled at her, "I promise I'll come back and I won't leave you again."
Cynthia's blue eyes softened and she hugged him, burying her face into his neck, "I'll miss you." She mumbled, having never been in the base without him before.
"Me too," Leon murmured, returning the warm hug and ignoring Brendon in the background who was mumbling about how hugging girls were gross and Leon was disgusting.
I'll carry you home.
"It's okay Cyn." Leon sniffled, amber eyes bright with restrained tears as he cradled his unconscious partner in his arms, not noticing the many bumps in the road as Holly and Brendon drove them as fast as possible back to base, his attention on his partner's pale and blood smeared face.
No, you're not alone.
Keep marching on,
"Move it!" Leon grabbed Cynthia by the wrist and kept running away from the fireball about to erupt behind him, "I set it up but some idiot shot it!"
"Well we better high-tail it out of here!" Cynthia yelped and ran faster, the two turning corners and running down long hallways.
This is worth fighting for,
You know we've all got battle scars.
Leon cupped the left side of Cynthia's face, gently tracing the noticeable scar that crossed her face, ear, and neck with his thumb, amber eyes soft and affectionate. Cynthia opened her blue eyes, leaning into his touch and watching him as she listened to the song he was singing to her, her expression fond, blue eyes gleaming with love.
You've had enough,
"I'm sick of it!" Cynthia snapped, slamming her fists down on her desk, blue eyes glittering with tears, the struggle to make the metal vertebrae for her neck to save her life, was overwhelming her, making her emotions high to the surface and stressing the twelve-year-old out.
"You can do it Cyn," Leon soothed, carefully hugging her with one arm around her waist, carefully avoiding putting any pressure on her shoulders and neck, his hair damp and messy, sticking up in every direction. "I believe in you."
"What it I can't?! What then? I'm going to die Leon," Cynthia mumbled, tears trickling down her face.
But just don't give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
Leon grinned as he reached the cafeteria first, "I win! You-" He got cut off by Cynthia grinning mischievously and pressing her lips to his in a first kiss where both fourteen year olds had their eyes open. Leon wrapped his arms around her waist while she looped her arms around his neck, melting into the contact.
You know we've all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.
He sang in a whisper, resting his forehead against hers, close enough that he could feel her eyelashes tickling his skin.
This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters,
The young, the innocent, and righteous.
We've got a little room to grow.
Better days are near,
Hope is so much stronger than fear.
"Some day I'll give you the other ring." Leon told himself as he studied his half asleep partner who was curled up on the couch next to him, drowsy and sleep ridden, blue eyes mostly closed. "When I get the courage I will tell you what I really want it to mean." The seventeen year old teen thought as he pressed a kiss to Cynthia's temple and fiddled with the other ring he was currently cleaning. A thin silver band with tiny light blue diamonds spelling out, 'partners in every way.'
So if you jump, kid, don't be scared to fall.
We'll be kings and queens in this dream, all for one, one for all.
You can light up the dark,
There's a fire in your heart,
Burning brighter than ever before.
Cynthia covered Leon's hand with her own, watching him, her blue eyes bright, gentle, and warm.
I'll carry you home.
No, you're not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we've all got battle scars.
Leon covered the deep gash in Cynthia's left forearm with one hand, "What happened?" The fifteen year old boy asked gently, noticing his partner's loss of stamina.
"I haven't been out here for so long that I guess I'm not up to my usual standard." Cynthia shrugged, looking disappointedly at the injury that was going to scar, "And there's another scar." She sighed, silently wondering why she had so many.
"Hey, it's a battle scar, it means you're brave Cyn, that's all, it doesn't ruin anything about you." Leon said, removing his hand from her arm revealing a thin already fading scar where the bloody gash had been.
Cynthia snorted, "I could pass off as a Viking shield maiden with this many scars."
"How is that a problem? It just means you're brave and beautiful Cyn." He murmurs, keeping his voice down to avoid Brendon yelling at him to shut up.
"Whatever floats your boat Leo." Cynthia rolled her eyes and checked her pistol for knockout bullets.
"You float my boat." He grins, finally out witting her with the comment and kissing her forehead.
"Leon!" Brendan barked, "Quit kissing your partner and get over here!"
"I'm not kissing her!" Leon shouted back, looking over at the other teen who was a year older than him.
"Then get over here!"
"Fine!" Leon huffed, before cheekily giving Cynthia an actual kiss while Brendan was looking, doing it on purpose.
"Get over here! Enough PDA You rebel." Haliah sighed exasperatedly, secretly amused by her sister's best friend.
You've had enough,
But just don't give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we've all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.
Leon continued to sing, smiling as Cynthia closed her eyes in contentment, leaning farther into his touch.
On and on, like we're living on a broken record.
Hope is strong, but misery's a little quicker.
Sit, and we wait, and we drown there,
Thinking, "Why bother playing when it's unfair?"
They say life's a waste, I say they lack belief.
They tell me luck will travel, I tell 'em that's why I've got feet.
Left, right, left, right,
Moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
This could be the last chance you have to fly.
Do you like the ground? Want it to pass you by?
Man, you had it all when you were just a kid.
Do you even remember who you were back then?
What do you want in life? Will you be twice as strong?
What would you sacrifice? What are you waiting on?
Don't stop, march on.
"Cyn," Leon murmured softly, looking over at his partner who was swinging her legs over the roof's ledge, humming something under her breath.
"Yeah?" She replied, pausing both her humming and the swinging of her legs to look at him.
"I promised you five years ago that we'd be partners in our group forever." Leon said softly, scooting closer to her so their thighs were touching, "but I want to be partners outside of the group as well. Forever. Will you give me that honor?"
"Of course," Cynthia said, looking at him with bright blue eyes, feeling immensely grateful that she had met him ten years ago. "I'd love to be partners in and out of the group Leo." She smiled, "I've always hoped you'd ask." She admitted and Leon grinned widely, digging in pocket for a moment before pulling out the new ring in a small box identical to the one that had contained the first silver band he had given her those long five years ago.
"Well I figured I'd make another ring for the occasion, hopefully you won't lose this one." He grinned, sliding the new one onto his partner's right ring finger and sharing a tender kiss with his partner in everything.
I'll carry you home.
No, you're not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we've all got battle scars.
You've had enough,
But just don't give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we've all got battle scars.
Keep marching on…
As Leon trailed off Cynthia smiled, speaking in a soft voice as if she didn't want to break the moment, "Best birthday present ever." She cracked a grin as Leon started laughing and moved his hand away from her face so she could tackle him in both a hug and a kiss as return for the song.
