junkofanfics - Tumblr blog

junkofanfics · 6 years

Text

♡ 2004 ♡

Title: 2004 Fandom: resident evil 4 Warnings: none Ships: jack krauser/leon kennedy AU?: post game, after resident evil 6 POV: leon kennedy’s pov

based on @littlelimbo ‘s prompt idea: “what if they met again after re6?”

June, 2014

A whole year since of those events. It's been an awful time. I rubbed my eyes as I glance around the empty, run-down bar store front that I place my own eyes to view the sign,

Open 24/7

A soft chuckle left my lips, pushing the door open and the dim-lit bar hits my face with the heavy scent of alcohol and the drunken laughters from the shady folks at the back, cheering and glass clinking against one and another.

'People. It's refreshing to see people again.' Heh, where did I hear that one before? I sat down with my thoughts and ordered a drink. My head felt light with relief, as if something in my mind escaped me softly.

Pondering for Ada so long that I almost forgot my own life, when all she does is dives in and gets out once things get sticky and disgusting for her own will. One day, one drink at a time would help me get rid of her plaguing into my mind. A small glass slid by my fingertips, the bartender smiled as he treated the next customers, leaving me into my own world once more again.

TV seems to be buzzing, the bartender changed the channel with the late night news drowning the silence and the mutters from everyone else. The news once display something that doesn't seem like it's the final weeks of humanity, as well as the world isn't burning. Maybe that apocalyptic bullshit's a convenient excuse for the government to hide more of their devious schemes away from their own citizens.

I roll my eyes as I took a sip from my drink, taking in the alcohol burning down my throat to my insides. I push the glass away from me and rub my temples, as my elbows slid down the table, leaving me to slump over my own garbage bullshit.

I snapped out of it once I heard the door clicking fast, as if someone's having a hard time opening the door. I got up and told the bartender to relax, I opened the door for the stranger and it wasn't clear of who they were but a tall figure leer over me as he used his one arm to get through, noticing that his other arm is removed, possibly from a horrible accident. I couldn't tell by his face, since the lighting didn't do justice for it's identifying others but I took a few steps back and returned to my seat.

The bartender smiled once more and muttered something, I nodded and he got me another drink. The man walked over to me and took the seat next to me. I didn't place my sight in the man's face, being drained from stress and dread of my own problems couldn't be a better excuse for avoidance,

"Hey... Thank you... Kennedy..." My eyes widen, my back straighten. With a voice I can fully recognize no matter what crept in my ears, I bit down on my bottom lip and couldn't face him. Even that, it's hard to pretend that where he stand is a position that I'll be entirely okay with. The small glass glides back to my hands, as well as it glides next to his hand. I nodded and turned to see the man himself in front of me.

A decade passed with him leaving since he broken into my apartment that year in 2004, and nothing much has changed, except his scars are more prominent and with his left arm being entirely gone, his tone was more softer. As if his vocal cords were strained from the years of abuse. The ice, blue eyes still haunt my sight, but his face finally relaxes once I open my mouth,

"Krauser... A pleasure to see you again. It's been... Oh gosh, 10 years. How's life?" I smirked as he smiled softly,

"Well, for your information. Not so well. Just got out of surgery. It's obvious on why though." He nodded, his remaining arm lifted up his white shirt, to reveal scars on his body, I just can't get anymore luckier to see a familiar face, as well as a body that I can describe within minutes.

Feeling like it's 2004 all over again. His eyes tell all, with struggle and yet... Grief. Something snapped inside of my mind, a unbarring emotion with confliction, added with millions of questions to the ex-solider,

"Krauser. Why didn't you call me or find anyway to get back into contact? How can you leave once and for all and come back now? None of this makes any sense." I demanded answers from the man with trauma crawling on his back, awaiting with what he'll come up with. Holding back what seems to be tears, I cracked a bit as I took another sip out of my drink,

"It wasn't my intention, Leon. You had your life, I have...Whatever is left of my life. You were obviously better off." He put his arm on my shoulder, all he can do now is smile like a fool, a solider without his high and nearly dying every minute of his own life turns a man like him into someone that's been deep inside of Krauser for years.

Humble.

"Honestly... I haven't been ok, Krauser. I'm still stuck with this shitty job, I even developed a problem and it's this." I held up my glass, I put it down and pushed it away from me,

"W-What can I even do now? Ada-"

"The bitch in red?" His eyes widen,

"Let me finish. She was in a mission that I was a part of with my partner, Helena. Who even knows if she's alive at this very point. I felt like everyone in my life moved on successfully while I'm stuck in a loop." I attempted to drink but his arm strikes mine down and he got closer to my face,

"Kennedy. This isn't the attitude I taught you. I understand. It seems like everything is moving too fast too. A normal conversation is still...Harder for me to do with anyone. Even you. We're going through changes. Just accept that."

He wasn't wrong. But I'll never tell him that, even if it gives me a smile to my face. He release me and turned away to take a small sip out of his drink. I watched him take sips and watching all of his gestures. They're more softer and careful than his quick and to the point as he always was.

"Take a picture of it, Kennedy. It'll last longer." He laughed as I turned quickly from him. He took another look at me before turning back to finish his drink,

"I have a dumb question for you."

"Spill it."

"...Want to go on a date? To catch up? I miss you, Krauser." I softly spoke with having no one to listen to our conversation. I turned away a bit more as the silence from the man grew colder, with the question being totally stupid to the man who just survived an experiment and tried to kill him for a high. I wonder if there's something wrong with me after that thought.

"I would love to. Name a place and I'll be there."

"Really? No games with me, Jack?"

"Never. I can't deny a request like this. It's been years like you said."

He definitely cheated from underground and crawled back all the way back to society to just see me once more again. A man of his own world, his own obligations and his own rules. He's gone too easy on me this time.

"You won't regret this, right?"

"No. This is what I wanted. After all, you and I both know where we come from." Krauser smiled and laughed, as I laughed with a natural feeling in my head. For once, a feeling that's needed in my life. Something that I needed for years.

"Don't ever lose that humor, Kennedy."

We’re both perfectly fine with this, dread and grief melted away and to see Krauser once more in my life, made this year worth while.

#junko's fanfics #prompt #resident evil 6 #re6 #metaltango #LeonxKrauser #krauserxleon #littlelimbo

23 notes · View notes

junkofanfics · 7 years

Text

♡ unreciprocated ♡

Title: unreciprocated Fandom: resident evil 4 Warnings: implied-stalking Ships: implied jack krauser/leon kennedy AU?: post-game, after resident evil 4 POV: leon kennedy’s pov

You were one of the good guys.

Sure he was. But that doesn't stop the dubiety thoughts of Krauser's actions. Or what were even his intentions.

It's been years since the last time I had a normal interaction or could even stand next to the man for a solid hour with no 'Man-Hunt' mentality. I could take Raccoon city over this mess of a mission. Or even the South America mission as well. At least Krauser was soft enough to keep some caution thought of me. Making sure I don't get wounded in battle or I'm at least aware of my surroundings.

But. What happened after Krauser got dropped. What made him this way?

You catch on quick, as expected. After all, you and I both know where we come from.

Oh. That, of course.

God, What was I supposed to say in that scenario? Oh sorry, Krauser. I thought you died and Wowie! You have a knife in your hands and you want to kill me. Splendid! My day is going swell until I saw you.

No. I couldn't even be sarcastic at a situation like that. Being in a country where you have little to no clue about it or even it's mother language as well. So how bad could of that been?

Bingo?

Could of it been more? Could of been that he hated me? For once I never had a reason to hate him. I never felt like there was any reasons to hate someone. But to understand their complex. Of course he had a complex, since he was superior and more higher up than me.

But none of it excused his schemes with Umbrella. None of it. Even if he wanted his arm to be fixed, it's like he knew the consequences of a drastic offer like that. He and I knew that he was done with. But why did he dropped that?

I rubbed my face as I sighed loudly. Ashley's hand rests on her skirt as she looks wiped out. I cupped my face as I lean over a bit to see that she's sleeping soundly. Well yeah, would any teenage girl who got kidnapped and nearly died on many occasions would come out alright after that? No. Not at all.

At least we got something in common.

Trauma.

I wonder what the president wanted to ask me. I bet many, many questions regarding the mission. As well as the country and the experience. As if it was some kind of crappy vacation that he threw me at. If there's a time to be sarcastic, it would be all the time. I mean, sure it was beautiful. With it's dead trees and small villages that were infested with a virus.

Yeah it was fun.

Cracked knuckles as I rest my head against my hand as the cars zoom passed us and people walking with their loved ones. People. It's refreshing to see people again. Laughter with a side of hugs and holding hands, it must of been nice to have those feelings.

But yet.

For what it has been a day since I was there. But in reality, it took a month to get out of that hell hole of a country. What it felt like years or even more-so, a life time. Who ever knew at the end of it all, it felt like a minimum effort and nothing more than that. Oh Leon, here's a silly badge for nearly getting killed and rescuing my daughter. Thank you for your efforts.

Too Predictable.

My reflection peered at me, with my eyes focused on the scar that was given to me by Krauser himself. Well. That's the only thing he left with me.

A life-long reminder. Yet, it's so unimportant. It's just another story to tell. It's probably gonna go bad unless I get killed by him over the grave, maybe the little scar will go away. Maybe all of the emotional scars will go away too. It could all disappear in the arms of a comrade. A man of his own world, his own obligations and his own rules. I wonder why he went so easy on me? It could of been a super, simple mission but no. It took longer to get me in his grasp and having me to toy around.

Whatever.

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth as the car goes to a complete stop. A simple tap on the shoulder and a shake to wake Princess Ashley up from her peaceful slumber, she twitched for a bit until she got her consciousness back. We both got the doors opened by the chaperones. Knowing to God that this will be a drag but getting it over with is a dream.

Hours of pseudo-happiness to my achievements, with endless questions from the press and scientists begging me for the info about the virus, with the whereabouts of the spy, Ada Wong. How many times did I have to dodge the questions and dodge anything that has something to do with Spain. With more questions for the press and having them try to get into my mental, they did a damn good job at it.

Constant. It was all constant with these questions.

The meeting ended and I shook off the questions just about right. But, the day went slow.

Too slow perhaps. But who cares, right?

It's done and over with and it's all I wanted for a while. No missions for a bit of time and some me time is always desirable after what I've been put into by this crappy government.

The empty apartment stands the same way I left it to be. Nothing changed.

A stupid reward that's sprinkled with money and me, keeping the "suneviours" as they called it. A jeweled mask and some pottery work. Silver and Gold's shine bounces back and forth at each other as the sun made it's way down.

The sky's painted with pink and a hint of purple as well, a site to see for many but a few cringe and eyes twitches. The colors were too similar to how South America's sunsets were. As me and Krauser used to watch those everytime we got breathing times from the infected.

Threw the keys on the counter, and passed by my calendar. It's stuck on the month that I was in Spain. The Year is 2004. I rolled my eyes as I ripped my calendar and threw it in the garbage. Time wasn't even needed at this point. Threw my phone on the ground as well. With the sounds echoing in my head, withdrawing any kind of thought I wanted to analyze. Gotten tired of the constant needing for "Leon Kennedy" Well. Leon Kennedy's mental inbox is full and he's not taking any calls.

The day couldn't just get anymore longer with it's shit huh?

The unreciprocated thoughts of Krauser kept me thinking but with no way of solving it at any point. The feelings for the older man wasn't just anything I would give easily but. It's all I can really give. Even if the thoughts never gave me any answer or any hope but really,

Pity.

That's all I could ever give for Krauser.

My last condolences for his passing and pity. I wonder if they'll bother to give him a proper burial? Six feet under the dirt? Or six feet under their paperwork and let him rot there? Probably, since Wesker or whoever that man was, doesn't want to bother with throw-way type of projects. To them, Krauser was some kind of sick project and tried to repair a man that wanted to be fixed. Willing to do anything to get that repair. To get that high of being a solider again.

Even though, the question remains. I lean against the window of my apartment, What made him this way?

Can he cheat from underground? Probably. Can he kill me from the grave? Probably. But who cares, as long as I see him again. Maybe I'll be fine with that,

Just fine with that I guess.

-click-

The door snapped closed.

Funny.

I had that door closed.

"Krauser?" I tilt my head back, waiting for a response but none was presented. I turned back to the outside, looking at the reflection on the mirror. A older man, with his eyes leered behind me with a smirk, the reflection gave a perfect, crystal image of the man himself.

He cheated from underground and this is just fine.

I was perfectly fine with this, a smirk is all I gave for him.

#junko's fanfics #resident evil 4 #re4 #metaltango #leonxkrauser #krauserxleon

15 notes · View notes