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anubussy - v

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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When I was a kid…

The morgue was always a depressing place. Whether it had bodies or not, the name was dreadful in itself. The smell of it was just a reminder of how fragile humans can really be.

They are all born the same, if not living different lives, and they will always end up in a place like a morgue.

I used to think about the kind of man I’d grow up to be.

Leon made his way down the long room where his fallen comrades were zipped up in a body bag. All of his men were gone, and he was their leader. Everything was going smoothly till a whistle-blower fucked their shit up. The fact he was the only one alive ruined him on the inside even more.

Usually, he’d have someone to go to for reassurance or a sense of comfort – but for almost a year and counting, he had no one. He was left to deal with this alone once again.

Leon stared solemnly at one of the body bags, not entirely zipped. It filled him with dread and self-hatred. He should’ve been in one of those bags but alas, he had no choice. He truly hated losing his squad – anyone who was ever around him would always get hurt.

Back in Raccoon City, Marvin and hundreds and thousands of people he could’ve saved but was too late.

Luis Serra, Mike, and Jack Krauser in Spain. He failed them.

JD during the Eastern Slav Republic civil war – god, he wanted to know his actual name.

President Adam Benford during the C-Virus outbreak and all the survivors always died, in the end, no matter how hard he tried to keep them alive.

An infinite amount of lives could’ve stayed if only he was fast enough. And those who lived – Buddy and her – were left mentally scarred to no end.

A gargled snarl took his attention away from the slightly opened body bag, snapping his eyes to the writhing bag right across from him. The sound itself inclined him to pull out his gun and shoot it; an instinct at this point.

Each shot he took was precise, azure eyes sharpening down to a glare, lips forming a faint scowl.

I never thought my life would turn out this way.

✠✠

Willis Tower Chicago, Illinois. Four months later.

“Have you seen the news lately?”

“All I do is watch the news, So Ah – you gotta be more specific.”

“Another terrorist attack,” So Ah elaborated, “But this time, it was targeted at a biotechnology university in Ontario.”

“Big surprise.”

The wind brushed against the huddled-up girl, making her shiver but she still wouldn’t look away from her phone.

For this chilly night of Autumn, she had gone for an off-white short-sleeved shirt and tucked it into a pair of high-waisted black shorts reaching her mid-thighs, being held up by a black-coloured belt. For warmth, she wore a dark denim button-up shirt – which she left undone – followed by an oversized knitted brown cardigan.

Lastly, black tights and a pair of black upper-knee-length high-heeled combat boots.

Her black bomber jacket – having to buy a new one – was folded neatly aside. She’d change into it before she’d have to make the run for it to try and blend in with the crowd below.

She was by the edge of the tower, back against the wall, having gone down to a deep squat with her knees to her chest.

“It’s like that bomb in Washington, remember?” So Ah asked, “Several weeks ago… And those viral attacks…”

“It’s strange. There are no traces of any virus – they just… Turn.”

“Ugh, hate it when they do that…” So Ah shivered, lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to brush off the nagging in her head.

Knowing who they were waiting for, she was going to make the moment worth it. Their current and final target was Charles Wilson – a medic who was in his early to mid-forties. The same man who was in charge of the creation of the tracker.

As if it knew it was being thought about, the chip let out a mild zap in an attempt to reset and work again. She winced, hand shooting to soothe the stinging sensation in the back of her neck. Piers must’ve heard her yelp.

“Is it still doing that thing?” He asked, knowing it’s been happening ever since So Ah’s first bloodshed.

“Yeah,” She answered quietly, “They’re getting desperate.”

“With their men dying out one by one, they’re bound to be a bit on edge.” Piers pointed out.

“Good.” So Ah hummed, visibly unphased by the whole thing. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the BSAA trucks and cars surrounding the Alexander Institute of Biotechnology – the university.

“Do you think Chris knows?” She questioned, feeling her heart starting to pound at the mere thought of her captain seeing her in this state.

A snicker came from the other end, “Most definitely. He was the one in charge of you and your family – he’d be the first to know. He probably figured it out himself too. You can’t really run away from him, So Ah.”

She bit on the inside of her bottom lip, growing nervous. The device next to her beeped, indicating her target was within range.

“He’s here.” She informed, setting her phone aside and getting into position with her perched-up sniper.

“Let’s get this show on the road. Last one, huh?” Piers spoke his thoughts.

The Han girl stayed quiet and focused, watching Charles move through the opposite building. He was in the hallway, quite possibly heading to his office which, luckily for her, had a window facing her. It’d be an easy kill with no suspect or witnesses.

“We could try and interrogate him to find out why he planned the tracker in the first place, you know?” Piers said, subtly trying to get her to put down the gun, “He’s one of the big guys at the BSAA. Maybe he knows something useful. Like how to take the chip out.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong – but how could So Ah be sure that he would even cooperate? What if he rats them out? It was a risk she was not willing to take.

“If you’re so against what I do, why are you still helping me?” So Ah shot back, eyebrow twitching at the faint footsteps reaching her ears.

Piers seemed a bit taken aback by her tone, mimicking her sharp voice, “Because if it weren’t for me, you would’ve been caught long ago. Not to toot my horn or anything.”

A quiet shuffle made her turn her head around to peer behind her but nothing. She could feel someone was around or watching her. Might be God finally noticing her but either way; the idea of someone else being up here with her was gut-churning.

“Consider your horn tooted.” So Ah mumbled, returning her attention to Charles, magnifying the scope closer with her finger close to the trigger.

“So Ah, reconsider this.” Piers pressed on, “It won’t bring you satisfaction.”

Another sound perked her up and she straightened up, brows furrowing deeply, “Shh.”

“Did you just shush me?”

“Someone’s here.” She whispered back in a hushed tone, keeping her eyes on the spacious roof behind her.

She hastily reached into her bag and pulled out her tactical combat dagger. The handle felt cold under her grip despite wearing her leather gloves. Slowly, she pulled herself up to her feet, opting for a silent spar, as she carefully walked forward. Her knife was up in an alarmed fashion, letting her eyes dart around for anyone.

The massive and tall white antennas made it a bit difficult to navigate around the roof. She stopped, looking over at the door leading down the stairs. It was closed and she blinked; was her mind playing tricks?

Her fear of heights was probably getting the best of her again – not to mention, tens upon tens of lives on her shoulder, she was bound to start growing a little paranoid.

Shift.

In an instant, she threw the knife to her left. It hit and got stuck in the exterior of one of the antennas – right next to Chris’ face.

Her eyes widened, dryness taking over her throat. He hadn’t changed one bit – if anything, his eyes had grown gentler. Whether it was because it was his first time seeing her in a little less than a year or whatever, So Ah could tell he was concerned.

And quite possibly mad as fuck.

He was in his tactical suit, short-sleeved, but no gun was in sight. Okay, he wasn’t here to take her down.

“Nice throw,” Chris mused, yanking the dagger out, “You’ve improved a lot.”

Even his voice was filled with such worry – and pure and utter ‘what the fuck are you doing with yourself’. It wasn’t easy to differentiate between them.

So Ah stayed quiet, growing anxious as she tried to think of a way to turn this around. Her weapons were on the opposite side of the roof – behind him.

Chris followed her eyes to the perched-up sniper, giving her a look, “May I?”

It wasn’t even a question because he just went ahead to inspect her little hideout up close, kneeling. So Ah followed him but kept her distance, watching him toss her dagger onto her jacket and pick her sniper up to peek at who she was aiming at. A hum emitted from him, setting down the weapon.

“I see you’ve been busy.”

“How did you find me?”

Chris looked up at her, “How do you think?”

He pulled his device from his pocket, showing Piers’ face – a video call. The soldier gave her an apologetic look with a smile.

“Sorry, So Ah – no hard feelings, right?”

The girl’s wide eyes twitched, understandably feeling a bit betrayed but also a little stupid – no one would ever be on her side when it came to killing people. If there was a way where she could go back and take it all back, she would.

If she could change her future at the Green Life facility and had succeeded in sacrificing herself to take down Frederic and George, she would – but someone saved her back then.

He kept her alive.

“I’m not here to take you in, So Ah.” Chris reassured as he stood up, setting his phone back into his pocket, “You can relax.”

“Kind of hard to do so,” She retorted, her body all tense, looking around her for a moment, “Not after everything I’ve done.”

Chris gave her a firm look, “I came alone – I just wanna talk.”

So Ah pursed her lips into a thin line, eyes narrowing at him. She still held such huge respect for him – but she was so close to taking revenge on the same man who killed her the moment he implanted that chip. Then she’d be back home, safe and sound.

Everything would be fine.

“About what?” So Ah asked; if anything, she’d try and make the run for it through the doors. If he comes close, then she’d have to put her training to good use.

Chris exhaled for a second and he started, “Why are you doing this?”

“Didn’t your little spy report everything to you?” She couldn’t help the poison in her words and Piers’ voice came through the earpiece.

“Still here, sunshine.”

“He told me enough,” Chris said, eyeing her for her side of the story.

“Then there you go.” She deflected, returning the stare but defiantly.

Not just the chip and vengeance – but what pushed her to commit bloodshed?

There was something deep lying beneath that chip excuse and he wanted to know. He will know.

“So Ah–”

“No, Chris.” She shook her head, somehow knowing what he wanted, “I’m not going to do this right now.”

“So, when do you want to do this, huh?” Chris shot back, shoulders squaring as he glared at her, “After you kill another man? Two or three more? Or when you’d be behind bars for life? Would you want to do this then?”

So Ah slammed her mouth shut, eyebrows curling in the middle for a split second. Her tough demeanour was faltering under his eyes. Every reason within her was fighting to come out and spill everything.

Like a cat spitting out a hairball – weird analogy but it’ll do.

So Ah’s voice came out faint, avoiding his eyes as she took a small step back, “You wouldn’t understand…”

“Then help me understand!” Chris demanded in a gentle tone, trying to coax the truth out of her, “Talk to me, So Ah.”

Tears stung her cinnamons, making them seem shinier under the pale lights of the city below and the tower. She took in a shaky breath, the need to have someone to talk to was immense.

Chris was her captain anyway. He was one of the few people who deserved to know.

“I…” She swallowed before looking at him, “You don’t know what it feels like having every step you take observed like some sort of a lab rat. Every visit to the BSAA was getting worse and worse to no end.”

“They’d lie and say they’re checking on the status of the virus but they weren’t.” She stopped for a moment, feigning a strong facade, “They wanted to create a virus out of my own blood… They took everything from me – so I took everything from them.”

Chris remained stern, “What about their families back home? Do you think they deserve it? Does your family?” He noticed her tense up at the mention of her parents, “There isn’t a day where they don’t call to ask for updates on you.”

Her eyes widened, shoulders deflating and she whispered, “You… You told them?”

“No, they still think you’re missing.” Chris replied, ticking his head to the side once, “It’s not my job to speak for others.”

He noticed the way she let out a faint sound, relieved that they didn’t know. She was most likely afraid to see their reactions – after all, she was on a killing spree. She yearned to see them again, but at what cost?

“It’s for the best.”

His eyes hardened at this, “You and I know that’s bullshit. So Ah, you abandoned your family–”

“It’s for the goddamn best.” So Ah snapped sharply, mimicking the anger in his eyes, “I broke them the moment I failed my mission back in China. They say it isn’t my fault but I know they’re lying to keep me safe.”

Growing visibly upset, a snarl formed on her lips as she took one step forward to enunciate her point, “Maybe it slipped your mind but I was tagged like a dog for years. I couldn’t tell anyone because they would’ve killed me – or even worse, killed my own family.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?!” Chris scolded, “I was and still am in charge of protecting you and your family!”

“Yeah, protecting,” She spat in disbelief, making him blink at her tone as she approached him, “There’s nothing you could’ve done. The government has you on a high pedestal. They expect the best from you.”

She went to move past him, sneering in her mother tongue, “Just a golden dog to them.”

Chris went quiet, watching her kneel down in front of her laid-out devices. She was shoving everything into her bag, not paying attention to her special dagger clanking on the ground.

She was understandably upset – and Chris felt like he failed the Han family. It wasn’t necessarily his fault either. The BSAA hid things from him to the point he was about to charge into HQ and demand to know the truth about everything.

But he also knew about So Ah’s honesty – she’d never lie about something as big as this.

Not to mention, having spent enough time around the South Korean family and flying to Seoul, Chris had no choice but to pick up a few words.

“So, what’s your plan?” Chris indulged her, gesturing around him with his arms, “Take the lives of those men and then what? You can’t go back home, So Ah. You won’t be able to see your parents and your brother. Not anymore.”

He needed her to see the consequences of her actions before they take her by full force. So Ah was strong and would do anything for the safety of her family and friends – but how far was she willing to go before she falls?

He couldn’t see So Ah’s disheartened face as she attempted to seem unphased, but the girl was aching beyond belief. Her hands were slowing down their ministrations on the duffle bag and the devices.

“Nothing is meant to last forever.” She muttered lowly, but loud enough for him to hear her.

“Nothing?” Chris repeated, incredulous at her dismissive behaviour, “You’re really throwing away Minji’s death like it’s nothing?”

Every control in her self-being snapped at the mention of her name. It shot her up to her feet and she faced him with a look of anger creeping up her features.

“Who are you to dictate how to depict her death?!” So Ah yelled, her hands clenching hard enough to turn her knuckles white, as she accused, “Your men failed to keep her safe! And it’s my fault for ever trusting your agency to keep shit in order!”

“My men may have failed but they tried!” Chris shouted back, “They really tri–”

But he found himself interrupted by the uncharacteristic tone.

“I TRIED, CHRIS! I. TRIED!” So Ah barked loudly, roughly gesturing to herself, “I was there! You promised to keep her safe! You promised to keep my family safe!” She pointed at him, never relenting but then heaved for air, a hiccup hitching up in her throat.

A sob threatened to leave her lips, “You promise to keep me safe…”

Chris stared speechlessly at her outburst, lips parting but nothing came out. Her body was shaking all over and he could see that same girl back in the facility of Green Life during the H-Outbreak.

An axe in hand with a look of helplessness as she’d run almost aimlessly – anything to find her parents. She never wanted any of this yet, she chose to stay on this side of the world for the sake of keeping her family safe from the grief of all the lives they had indirectly caused.

So Ah was back to being lost – again.

“So Ah…” Chris stepped forward, voice dropping a tone, “I’m–”

“Forget it. I’m not coming with you.” So Ah gulped as she sniffled, wiping away her tears quickly and she turned around to finish packing, voice croaking, “Not this time. Not ever.”

Her shaking hand picked up her dagger, finding memories oozing from it. The BSAA operator watched her hesitate, midnight eyes dropping down to her blade.

“What about Leon?”

She froze at the sound of his name and a bingo went off in Chris’s head.

“He’s still searching for you.” He continued, “He doesn’t give a damn about anything else but to have you back home… And he’s a goddamn mess.”

So Ah looked at him over her shoulder. There was wariness moulded with softness in her doe eyes, her heart already skipping beats. Her ring made its presence more apparent on her skin and her curiosity got the best of her.

“What… What do you mean?”

Chris sighed, folding his arms against his chest, “That viral attack at the academy? It was orchestrated by Glenn Arias – I’ve been tracking him down for four months now.”

“... Glenn Arias?” Her eyes visibly widened and she stood up to face him, dagger in hand, “... He’s–”

“I know. Piers told me.” Chris assured, aware of the H-Virus, “We figured that the strain has similar qualities to that of the Plaga in Los Illuminados.”

“Leon got intel about it that we need. I’m assuming he told you about his mission in Spain to save the president’s daughter?” He received a nod and he ended, “I want you to join me.”

“I don’t see why I’m needed.” So Ah said, confused.

“If he’ll listen to anyone, it’s you.” Chris revealed.

Nervousness filled her veins at the mere thought of seeing him for the first time – letting him see her. She left without any note but that last call before it dropped. A bullet had hit her phone, taking her only form of communication.

She could only imagine the emotional turmoil she left on him. Each night was a constant fight to not call him, severely anxious that her call might get traced. Seeing him would be too risky and she’d spend nights sobbing into her pillow, muffling her crying out his name.

If anyone could die of heartbreak, it’d be her.

“... After what I’ve done?” She whispered guiltily, “To him?”

Chris nodded, “You’d be surprised.”

She was unsure, her eyes set on the dagger in her hands, fingertips brushing the curvature of the polished marble. To see him or even just hear his honeyed voice, it was a dream.

But this wasn't the reunion she dreamt of. Arias was out there attacking universities or something – she didn’t know the full story yet. This was to save people.

Again.

Chris could tell she was close to being convinced, taking a step towards her with a tender voice.

“So Ah, I’m not asking you as your captain. I’m asking you as your friend.” He said lowly, “If we don’t do anything, Arias’ plan would wipe out millions of lives.”

So Ah trailed her eyes up to him and then over her shoulders to where Charles was. After close to a year of killing and interrogating for information, she was torn about whether to drop her mission and go be the DSO agent the people wanted her to be or cross that last name on the list.

By people, her squad at the agency and the agents she had befriended on the way; Sherry Birkin and Helena Harper.

Chris’s voice took her attention away from the man, “Let me do what I was assigned to do. We’ll take him into custody and provide proof of everything that he and the others have done to you.”

So Ah didn’t look at him, remorse evident in her avoiding eyes, “Am I… Am I gonna go to jail? For…”

“I’ll see to it that you don’t.” Chris reassured, urging her to look at him, “Trust me, So Ah.”

The walls she had put up crumbled. Out of all the BSAA operators she had met, Chris was one of a kind. He was willing to keep his whole team safe, treating them like family. Sure, she had been handpicked by President Benford himself to be transferred to the DSO – but he still saw her as part of his team.

And it showed.

So Ah finally did, turning her back on her own immoral mission. If Leon trusted Chris then so could she.

“Okay…” She breathed out, “I’ll come with you.”

Chris didn’t hide his relieved toothy smile as he nodded, bringing up his index and middle finger to his earpiece, “Alright. Bring it around.”

A massive aircraft flew up, bright lights flashing on our two characters. So Ah stiffened at the sight of it, hair quivering up in the air as she stumbled back at the wind caused by the propellers.

Her anxious thoughts were quick to think this was a trap all along. She looked over at Chris, warily.

“I thought you said you came alone!” She spoke loudly over the sound of the aircraft.

“I did!” Chris gave her a mildly amused look, “I told them to stay put but they didn’t listen!”

A familiar voice came from within the aircraft, connecting to her earpiece, and she could just sense the cheeky grin on his face.

“We learned from the best, Mija.”

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