Collide
By Rezie
SilverSpoons: Thank-you for the review. I'm happy you enjoyed the chapter. And I hope you like this chapter.
Lei: I agree the group was getting crowded, exactly the reason why I separated them. And shh…don't spill about the BOW patient. Thanks for reviewing
Ji Hyun: Thank-you for the first review. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 13: Butterfly Kisses
The imperfections of a person are what truly lure us toward them. Admit it; you don't see how perfect someone is before you see how faulty they are, inside and out. This was how Leon S. Kennedy thought. And now he stared at Ada, observing her features. She had a mole, not big –barely seeable, but nonetheless it was brown, flat and there near her temple. Sometimes when she'd wake up, here eyes appeared swollen and like slits. And when she was tired, bags formed underneath those eyes but once in a while. When she dropped food on the floor, she'd blow and still eat it. If five seconds had passed, she blew harder. She bit her nails and licked her chapped lips.
She'd bang doors too loud to close it. Always, she ate the packets of peanuts in the airplane but left three every time. When eating lunch and such, she'd always leave food on her plate. She could never finish anything she started.
Now she set aside a hair and clipped it behind her ears, unaware of his eyes. She held a magazine in her hands, the light above glowed. The airplane engines hummed. He noticed every time she turned a page, she'd quickly lick her finger and then turn. She smoked and drank. She mixed vodka with coke, with water, with anything. She ate rum cake with her fingers, she said it was like a brownie but with rum, why not use your fingers?
She couldn't wait until the attendant would hand them the forks. But as usual she didn't eat all her food.
She breathed louder when she was asleep than she was awake. She'd re-read sentences over and over again sometimes and stared at pictures and paintings in magazines as if she was trying to decipher a map. She'd pretend to ignore him and play little mind games just to see how he'd react.
He hated how she hated it when he'd hold her hands to long because then they'd moisture. She hated too much people and loved too little. She could never tell Leon how she felt; it was still weird they were even on the same terms other than love and hate, it was weird they'd try to hold conversations other than how moronic and selfish each other were.
He hated her taste in music and the way she crossed her legs and her dress would slip up so men would stare in fantasy.
But he didn't care.
He didn't care that she never finished anything she started or that miniscule mole on the side of her head and her bad habits.
He didn't at all.
Leon smiled at himself. This feels a lot like love, came passing by in his mind and he couldn't help but agree.
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Jill had begun treating the acidic wounds on her arm. She pulled out some herbs from her cargo's pockets, mixed them together and patted them into her wound. They condensed in a burning sensation and slowly the herbs disappeared. After such she wrapped her arm with a cloth she asked from the attendant. Leon examined his wound which also tore off the end of his baggy pants. He asked Jill for some herbs and did the same mundane task for curing she had done. He tore off the end which hung a bit lower than his knee - fabric unevenly hanging down and threads lingering. Taking out his pocket knife he did the exact same thing to the other leg. Now his baggy jeans turned into baggy shorts.
After a while Jill finished her apple cider and handed it to the attendant.
"Ada, can I ask you a question?" She asked and Ada nodded. Leon listened.
"How did your brother get involved with the biggest crime lord of Venice?"
"It was during our parents were assassinated." She explained, a difficulty found in her voice. But it was as if she had retold this story one to many.
"He and I wanted the truth so I with Wesker and him with Bane. I mean, we are young and alone. But the difference is Wesker found me, Styne found Bane. He wanted the…" She paused. "The kill."
"Everything used to be all right" She explained.
"Do you know who killed your parents?" Leon asked.
"No" She shook her head.
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"Miss graham, May I?" Nikolai extended his hand. The president was holding a banquet on behalf of Ashley's return. Classical music played lightly, no guest had arrived yet. That would be a few hours more. Now workers were decorating, catering and such.
"You may, Mister Gaviot" She accepted and let him twirl her around playfully.
All around them were guards once again.
The classical music slowed down in tempo. She pressed her head on his chest; he was too tall for her to reach his shoulder.
"Ash" He called for her name.
"Yeah" She said looking up, appearing like an angel.
He smiled, laughed a bit and just nodded his head as in "nothing"
She questioned again but just smiled. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead; she couldn't help but smile again.
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Cold. He was so cold. His presence even made the room icier. He threw darts at the small dart board, leaning on a pool table. The bar was almost empty, but some were sitting down and drinking. No one played pool, too frightened to be that near to him. The juke box played Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin.
A knife then came darting right past his cheek and Stark caught it with his index and middle finger. Not even a cut touching him.
"Nina, I suspect" His was so monotone, so dark.
"Stark" The female accomplice stated.
"Nolan is dead?" He asked, sure the answer would be yes.
"Correct. They shot him a few times in the vertebrae. He's paralyzed, unable to heal."
"And they missed you?"
"Agility was never his talent." She answered cockily.
"Stark. Wesker's finest creation. I heard of what you did to some girl's mother, calling it your: mutilated, bleeding sculpture" She snickered.
"And you, Wesker's accomplice: the definition of a killer -agility, cold, and masochism, psychotic. Alike" He said.
"Good." She answered.
"Wesker wants us to take down those…..pests. Failure is not an option" He smiled baring his vampire teeth. His go-tee moved up.
"It was never" Nina said.
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He carefully laid her on his King-sized bed. The seller did say it suited him, but it just made Billy Coen feel lonelier in his penthouse. He was an international boxer, in a week or two his name: Bryan Wes -would become a household name in America, said his sponsor –Elite Entertainment. It would just make him wealthier, but what is money if you have don't have anyone to share it with?
Girls would come and go becoming one-night stands. Friends would come, bring even more girls and they'd have parties. But at the end of every extravaganza as raunchy, as causal or as wild -the people would walk out of the door saying "Bye Wes…"
"It's Billy" he whispered to himself, pulling the covers around Rebecca.
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"I want to watch that movie" Jill pointed at movie poster in a magazine of 'Memoirs of a Geisha'.
Leon nodded agreeing and so did Ada.
They had been pointing and showing each other things, like show and tell.
"Do you have the lap top, Jill?" Leon asked. "The address is saved there, you know"
Jill gasped lightly, her mouth looping in an 'o'.
"You forgot" Leon grunted in annoyance.
"No, just kidding" Jill laughed and so did Ada which hadn't reacted at all, instead focused on the newest Vogue magazine first class had.
Jill brought out the laptop from beneath her feet. Leon rolled his eyes and snatched the magazine she held in her other hand away from her.
She ignored him and took another one from the pocket in the chair in front of her, before re-placing the computer.
"Guys, look" Ada pointed at a picture at the bottom of the page, writing was underneath it.
Leon grabbed it and Jill leaned over to read it too.
The picture was of a male model walking on the runway in tailored black pants and a pin-stripe jacket with a fiery silhouette of a large bird –a phoenix- on the top-right. He posed at the end. He offered a bold baby-face and lean surfer-like body. On the bottom this was written:
Irvine Lafayette, aspiring male model and brother to the renowned and highly famous plastic surgeon, Linden Lafayette walks the catwalk.
"What are with these names? Who would name their children Linden and Irvine?" Leon rolled his grayish blue eyes.
"I actually like it -foreign" Jill nodded. "But the point is that hottie Irvine is related to our B.O.W. patient. Interesting"
Leon nodded.
"What do you make of it?" Jill asked Ada.
"If we hunt down Linden, he might run. Maybe we should take hostage?" Ada suggested.
"Hostage? Why would Linden be that dangerous?" Jill asked.
"Wesker must've planned the lap-top and the I.D. card. Think ahead…" Ada sighed.
Leon nodded. "She's right. We'll take hostage. It's the safer idea. You know Wesker…"
Jill thought about it for a while, and then nodded agreeing.
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After a while they reached the airport and were finally in the lovely and bustling city of New York.
"We should go now" Ada stated.
"Go…go where?" Jill yawned stretching her arms. They had nothing to carry, no items in possession at all.
"Get our subjects"
"C'mon aren't you tired?" Leon stretched his arms.
"No"
"Liar. I can see it in your eyes" He smiled and so did she.
"Let's rest" Jill pleaded and so did Leon with his puppy-dog eyes. After a while, Ada gave in.
"Fine. We'll find a hotel and rest; tomorrow we'll locate the two." She said.
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Luckily there was a hotel rather close to the airport and they thanked God Billy decided to lend them around a thousand dollars before leaving. They didn't feel too bad; Billy is wealthy enough to buy them –without discount too.
They bought a room for the night. It wasn't too shabby but nevertheless it was. It was normal, two beds and one bath. Food would be found outside in restaurants or room service. Being the lazy and understandably tired officers and spies they were, they took room service.
After fried chicken, white rice, cokes, water, Doritos and two apples were devoured in matter of seconds Jill ran into the bathroom to have first dibs on the shower.
They left the food there, too tired to clean up.
Leon walked over to his bed and laid on his back just breathing. He closed his eyes, preparing a plan for tomorrow's mission.
Ada walked up to him and carefully placed her knees on both sides of his body, giving him a playful look.
He opened his eyes, smiling like a man should when a beautiful girl is laying like that on you.
They both interacted in a kiss, soft and tender butterfly kisses.
"So what does this mean?" He asked. And it kind of surprised him, didn't he want it?
She shook her head not knowing and gave him another kiss. She knew she did.
"Are we actually dating?" He asked, giving her another kiss. And out of everything, this surprised her the most. It offered her that Leon S. Kennedy wanted arelationship, a real one. And what frightened her was she didn't have an answer, because she was so choked up with this happiness she'd never felt before.
After a few more kisses, she answered.
"I think Wesker planned us too" She laughed.
"I hope so" He laughed and they continued with their kisses.
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