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I do not own any of the characters much less the game… I have no money for you to get your pudgy (I assume they are pudgy) fingers on; if you do sue… so don't waste your time trying to sue me.
Treesh Aradia
Note: Yes me again, with chapters to bore. After reading the reviews, I must say, I do feel disheartened. I did check out that fic, Façade, and I realized that you might be right. But honestly, I tried making this pretty original, and if it does not happen to be so, then you can flame me…just not too sure whether I'll let you off! :P Kidding. I have done nothing for this fic, no lil editing or touching up…maybe next time, for now you'll have to settle for my 14 year old (then) efforts…
The Life And Trials Of The RE Posse 2Leon Kennedy's POV:
Claire is staring at me again. Leon thought between chewing his gum and popping it. What is with her? First off, she gets so pissed at me for no apparent reason, and then she falls for a guy whom she barely even knows, not that it is any of my business. Yes, Carlos is good looking, but so is half of the male population…ok maybe less than that… but that does NOT mean she has to fall for all of them.
"Yeah?" I asked her, giving her my cocky smile.
"Nothing, except could you stop that." Claire looked pointedly at my mouth filled with gum.
I shrugged and continued blowing it. I wonder what Ada was doing right now. Ada isn't she a lady. I knew it all along; I knew she was fighting with the good guys. She has a good spirit, no matter how much Claire says its filled with Satan's bidding. Please, do not be mistaken, I love dear old Claire, hell she's my best friend, but sometimes she really makes my blood boil… I sense a little confrontation coming on.
"So, How are things going?" I asked her, trying to keep things cool between us. She shrugged a response. Ok. Not the conversationalist are we?
Claire sighed. "Everything's fine. And you?" She asked.
"Good." I smiled at her. She laughed and muttered something like "you should know, what with Ada to help."
Without pursuing the matter, I continued blowing more bubbles. Casting a glance at Claire every once in a while.
I started humming the song Zombie from Cranberries, getting a death glare from Claire. She really seems edgy.
"OK, what's up? You act like there's a needle stuck in your ass." I asked her in my polite manner.
I got a "Nothing's up" shrug in response.
"Look, you can tell me anything. So…?" I looked at her expectantly waiting for her to confide in me. I see her debating with herself on whether or not I should be confided in. She seems so different lately, serious and preoccupied.
"Nothing is wrong. Leave me be." Claire has obviously made up her mind of not telling me. Shocked, I gawked at her. She has never used that harsh tone with me before; she has never used that harsh tone before. Period. This must be about that Carlos guy… Pathetic.
"Fine." I set my jaw and turned to stare out the window…
(Dream Sequence)
A thick fog hung on the air; the streets appeared empty and dark, with only the constant sound of water leaking out from a distant pipe. Then the sound of heels overpowered the silence. I stood grounded from where I was, listening to the sound that was getting closer. A featherlike breeze caressed my face, whispering my name repetitively.
The fog lifted a bit, and a figure appeared. She was wearing a red dress, tight and flashy. Her hair was short and stylish. Her eyes stared right into mine, stripping my soul. "Leon." She spoke, just like the soft breeze that threatened to break down my guards. Her voice sounded magical, it was magical. It drew me to her open arms, to her burning eyes. We embraced and then with intense passion, we kissed, like there was no tomorrow, hard and sinful. Sinful… "Ada." I called to her begging for her to stop. It was engulfing me, like it was forbidden, tainting my soul.
Then all at once the kisses became gentle and soothing and yet with an even greater feeling of ardor. I opened my closed eyes and was shocked to see that the figure had changed. She had light brown hair, soft and flowing, like a river. Her eyes were the palest shade of blue, like the ones I stared at when I was in the train, escaping Raccoon City. "Claire?" I asked but never stopped kissing her. "Leon." She said my name with such a soft delicate voice. "Leon" She said again.
"Leon… Leon!!!!" Whack. Something hit my head and I awoke from my dream to see Claire bringing back her hand. She was frowning.
"God, did you have to hit my head?" I asked her agitatedly, forgetting the Claire in my Dreams- for the mo.
"I had no other choice." She replied smugly.
"You could tap me on my shoulder and wake me up." I eyed her; she seemed to be enjoying her act of violence. "Well, I could do that, but where was the fun in that? Besides, you were trashing about at first, and I did not know what to do." Claire shrugged and began occupying herself with cleaning her grenade launcher. All the while hiding a secret smile as she relished beating Leon on the head. Then thinking the better of it, she looked at my half dazed look and laughed out loud. I watched at her with a cunning smile on my face, slowly approaching her.
"Oh no you don't" She said lamely as I tickled her.
"Revenge!!" I laughed-exclaimed. We wrestled to the ground of the back of the van and suddenly we stopped our playful tackling and our smiles faded. We stared at each other, simultaneously bringing our lips closer to each other until we could feel each other's breath.
Then… a voice from our radio called out.
"Claire, Leon, we have a situation."