Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, its characters or storyline. These ditties are mine, as are Duke and McCallister. I'm making a LeonxTifa community, for all works friendly and romantic about these two. Let me know if you find something to submit to the cause or want to be a staff member! It's called Matters of the Hart. Enjoy the ditties!
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067 – In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Now this was bizarre.
Tifa doubted a handful of people had ever seen this.
This definitely destroyed the 'Leon is a robot' theory.
Apparently not even the mighty Leon could work for 48 hours straight and keep trucking.
It looked like he'd just barely landed on the couch, sprawled the length of it in what looked like the most uncomfortable position imaginable, legs hanging off the end, one arm hanging off the seat, the other swallowed in the cushion of the backrest…out like a light.
Oh, a nap sounded good right now, she pondered, looking at her watch. She had to clock in for patrol in fifteen minutes. She glanced back to Leon. Lucky bastard. She pulled her boots on and tied them hastily, picking up her keys.
For pure precaution, she leaned over the back of the couch and…yeah, he was still breathing at least…even if it did look like he was in a coma, and by the weird angle, he was going to have one mother of a crick in his neck when he woke up.
Fighting a yawn, she stepped out of the apartment and quietly closed and locked the door after herself.
"Lucky bastard." She hung her head, tiredly trudging to Headquarters.
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068 – Threat
Leon could see the smoke from five blocks away, and by the time he got to the apartment building, the black smoke was gushing out of the third floor. Fire crews were battling the flames and the police had roped off the area. The words 'bomb', 'assassination', and 'killed' floated around him as he maneuvered through the gawking crowd and around the ambulance, where paramedics were waiting.
Sure, he and Tifa weren't the most popular people in the Alliance at the moment, seeing as they weren't completely brainwashed by the General, but he hadn't thought it was so bad that someone would attempt to—
"Looks like the blast originated in apartment 324." An officer was saying.
Small relief. His and Tifa's apartment was 314. Someone had still been bombed, however, and that made his gut churn. More so the fact that he couldn't find—
Barking made him skid slightly on his feet, swiveling around and finding the source: Duke bouncing on her forelegs, leashed to the sidewalk bench where Tifa was sitting. They both looked okay, no blood or bandages or burns that he could see from this distance.
For a brief moment, the relief overloaded his mental processes and he bent over, grabbing his knees to keep himself from keeling over. Re-gathering himself quickly, he jogged over to the bench. Tifa looked despondent, in shock probably. Duke just looked anxious at all the chaos and commotion.
"Hey." He said, breathless as he reached them.
Tifa looked up at him, eyes impossibly wide. "If the…I took Duke for a walk…Left not five minutes…before…" She gave a half-gesture to the smoking building.
Adrenaline making him twitchy, he sank onto the bench beside her, absently scratching under Duke's jaw as the firefighters worked to put out the flames.
"Thank the gods for that." He muttered, "I'm glad you're okay."
She made a weak noise and dropped her head to his shoulder, emotionally spent. Ditto, he thought, watching the smoke begin to fade as it stretched further away from the building.
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069 – Impatience
Tifa brought the Gummi in low, well within sky-diving distance from the battle zone where the Heartless were outside of town. Gripping the steering gears tightly, she glanced back into the hold to Leon, who had slid the door open and was eying the zone with a frown.
"There's gotta be at least two thousand down there." She called back over the wind rushing past the open hold.
"My money's on closer to three." He replied.
"Harper and Cooper's squads are just North of here." She relayed the information. "They can handle the perimeter closest to the town if we want to—What are you doing?"
He had moved to the other wall, rummaging through the open cargo hatch and didn't answer her.
Shifting the headphones on her head, Tifa snatched up the radio on the console and held down the receiver.
"This is Lockhart, calling green unit."
"Green unit, standing by, ma'am." Harper's low-pitched voice answered.
"Hot spot outside Radiant Garden. Between two and three thousand uglies running around."
"Walker's red unit is mobilizing already. We'll join them."
"Walker?" Lieutenant Walker was supposed to be patrolling the town interior. "Where's Cooper's gold unit?"
"Patrol." Harper answered.
"Fine, whatever, just get two units over here to cover the perimeter until—"
She nearly dropped the radio as she saw Leon jump out of the open hold of the Gummi. Her breath caught in her throat. Had he just—Was he insane? Then she saw the chute strapped to his back as he shrunk from view, descending rapidly toward the sea of Heartless.
He WAS insane.
"Ma'am? Brigadier General Lockhart—" Harper was saying over the radio.
Tifa regained herself and spoke into the receiver, "Just get your asses over there."
She hung up the radio and jammed it back in the rack, turning the Gummi around to slide over the skyline again, squinting through the windshield as Leon, chute ballooning out, drifted toward the Heartless. Would it REALLY have been too much to just wait the two minutes until reinforcements showed up? Honestly.
"Show off." She grunted, taking the Gummi to land on the other perimeter.
