Yandere Leon Kennedy - Soulmate Body Swap Au.
Summary: In a world where soulmates swap bodies once per lifetime for a few hours, you are unfortunate enough to swap during a mission. You do not have a good time.
Yandere batfam fans you do not perceive this post. It's not here. Unless you like Leon, then perceive all you like :)
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"What the fuck."
It seemed like you were in a mansion. Opulent ceilings, fancy decorations, all that jazz. Yep, just casually, in this mansion. Great.
Why were you in this mansion, you may ask? You would love to know! Because as far as you knew, you were chilling in bed, about to go to sleep, and now you're in this freaky mansion with distant groans that were really starting to scare you.
"Where am I?" You mumble, staring at your hands as if they belonged to an alien. They might as well of, because they were not your hands. These hands were calloused, littered with scars that spoke of a lifetime of violence. You experimentally clenched one of them, it responded.
Despite these hands not being yours, they certainly acted like they were, responding to your panic and shaking alongside you, as you stumbled forward into a nearby bathroom.
It was not a great bathroom. The lights were mostly dead and is that.. Yep. A dead body lied on the ground, empty eyes staring into your soul. A circle of blood surrounded her. You tried to step around it.
Oh. A distant part of you thought, looking upwards. I'm in the women's bathroom.
You looked up, making eye contact with the person in the mirror, with this stranger that could never be you.
And I'm a man.
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You were not proud of the monumental freakout you proceeded to have. Honestly, you were just thankful you didn't need to use any of the nearby toilets. You could only pretend to have not seen a bathtub full of blood once before it shreds your blissful ignorance. As long as you don't look at it again, it's not there, that's what you decided.
Unfortunately, what you couldn't ignore was a buzzing in one of your ears, a feminine voice suddenly speaking through them.
"Leon? Are you alright? You haven't checked in, and it's been a while. Is there a problem?" The new voice sounded kind, and while that was reassuring this whole situation was far too outlandish to calm you down. Maybe she'd be able to help you?
"Uhm.." You spoke instinctively, only to be startled into silence by the shock of hearing a voice so unlike your own speaking instead. You tried to shake off your suprise and continued.
"Hey. So um, this Leon guy, I am... not exactly him. I'm someone else." Well, you can't say you didn't try.
"What? Leon, what are you talking about?" There was concern in the woman's voice, maybe she worried that you were concussed or something, though you can't imagine that a man as built as you were currently ever getting a head injury.
"Are you okay?" She continued. "The virus shouldn't be having any effects like this, do you know what's going on?"
"No?" You tried. "No I have no idea what is going on. I was in bed, about to go to sleep, and now I am in what I can only view as literal hell with some very weird groaning going on and a dead woman at my feet. I am not doing well, and I would like to go home, right now actually." Your response gradually progressed into feverent ramblings, the panic starting to eat away at you again. You couldn't handle this.
There proceeding silence was so potent you felt like it would eat you alive. You clutched at the sink below you, but that only reminded you that your hands weren't even yours and you had to let go.
"Fuck..." You muttered.
"There's no way.." The woman responded. "Are you... Could you be Leon's soulmate? This late..?"
"Maybe?" You responded, voice feeling tight in your throat. Everything was wrong right now, and you just wanted to be right.
"I- look, this is going to be a lot to ask, but. Have you ever had any combat training?"
"Nope."
"Any stealth training?"
"Never."
"Used a gun?"
"This is the first time in my life I've even seen one in person."
"What about an axe?"
"Nah."
"Oh dear." She muttered, before a brief pause. Eventually she came back to you though.
"I hate to do this to you but, could you have a look at Leon's- sorry, your neck?"
You decided to look, considering there was not much else you were willing to do. You spotted horrible black marks, seeping through the skin there, and leading throughout the rest of your, uh, his body?
"What the hell is that." You asked, more of a demand than a question.
"That is our problem. It's this virus every survivor of Raccoon City is now facing. It's killing us, and it's only a matter of time before it kills Leon too." You blinked, surprised. You didn't even know Raccoon City had survivors. So you got your soulmate swap right before his death? The world sure is cruel...
"So why are we here then..?" You muttered.
"Because this is our only hope. We have reason to believe that this man has knowledge about the virus that we don't. It's our last shot."
You were not liking where this is going.
But she continued anyways. "Leon is investigating right now, we have no one else. Maybe you could find a safe space and wait for the switch to end but.. to be honest, I'm not sure if Leon has that kind of time. He's.. in the terminal stage."
"So.. so what, explore this creepy mansion in hopes of finding a cure? With what I'm seeing I feel like I'd die way more I find anything!" You cry out, feeling the injustices of the world weighing on your back. Why, oh why did you have to be soulmates with a fucking madman.
"Look, Leon is trained, the body you are in is trained. I have no doubt that you can get through this, you just have to try. Hey, what's your name?"
You gave your name, reluctance coating your tongue. You hated this.
"I'm Sherry. It's nice to be working together. I'll follow along with cameras when I can okay, you can do this."
"..." You didn't respond. You didn't feel like you could.
You slowly trudged out, feeling the walls narrow in on you. You felt like crying.
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Okay you were definitely not the only person that had been here.
The rooms were littered with corpses, zombies dead a second time due to bullet wounds or knife stabs. You didn't look too long, and you didn't need to, it was certainly a sight.
You had found one zombie alive, but it didn't seem to see you, only responding slightly when you walked a little too loudly.
So you tried your best to ignore all the bodies, carefully stepping around them when you could, and inspecting any interesting looking bits of paper. You had found nothing on this mysterious neck virus.
You had however, found a corpse that was spontaneously erupting.
"Wha... Sherry...?" You began, limbs beginning to tremble. "What's happening?"
"Oh." Was the response. It was not very reassuring. "It seems like they're mutating."
"What. What does that mean." You stumble backwards, pulling out your- Leon's axe from your back and holding it up in front of you like a shield.
The body grows a red, bulbous head. Its pulsing. It notices you, grating out an ear piercing screech.
"Hey. Hey!" A voice calls out in your ear. It's your voice? At least you think it could be, but you're extremely distracted right now.
"Close your eyes." It calls. "Now."
"What?" You mutter.
"Now!"
So you close them. Not being able to see the monster in front of you was almost worse, honestly, but if this was how you were going to die, so be it.
"Raise your left hand." The voice demanded. "And wait for my signal. When I say, swing down."
You did, waiting for the executioner's call.
"Wait, wait. NOW!" It exclaimed.
You swung down, hearing an awful squelch of firm metal hitting flesh. A warm, sickening liquid coated your face. When you opened your eyes, the creature in front of you was dead.
You felt tears well up. You shook.
"Well done." Your voice called. "It's as Sherry thought. You have my training, but not the mental ability to use it. When you remove your ability to make judgement calls, the only thing you have left to use is my training."
"I.. really do not want to do the rest of this nightmare blind." You trembled. "I'm sorry... If you're my soulmate, can you come back here now... Please? I can't do this... I really, really can't."
"I would've if I could." Leon? Responds. "It was tough enough getting through to Sherry already with just your phone."
"Please..."
"Here, breath with me." Leon walks you through a few grounding techniques. It barely helps.
"I don't understand how you can do this. It's a complete utter nightmare. There's... There's blood all over me, this body is completely unfamiliar, my voice is weird, I walk differently, there's some kind of terminal condition apparently!" You hug yourself. It's all you have. But even that is strange, longer limbs wrapping around a much bulkier body than you're used to.
He sighs. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be linked to a civilian. Missions like these are the norm for my life."
"I didn't expect to be soulmated to an agent either." You reply, voice dull after all your previous panic.
"When this is over, I promise, you will never have to worry again. I promised to myself ages ago I would never make my soulbond go through what I did. I mean it." Leon's determination is clear to hear, although in the cadence of your own voice it provides a strange effect. You don't take him too seriously.
To be honest, you aren't expecting him to live.
You blink, and you're at home.
There is a phone in your hand. It's your phone, it's displaying the live feed of a camera, focusing on Leon.
Your ID is on your bed nearby. Everything else seems undisturbed.
The man on the camera produces a whetstone, scraping it one handedly on his axe.
He speaks. "Sherry." He calls out. "Cut the live feed, they don't need to see anything more. It's too much already."
Your phone cuts to home screen.
You are left alone.
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You enjoy a week of peace. Enjoy is a strong word though. And actually, so is peace.
You suffer a week of nightmares. That's much more accurate.
Your soulmate is a man borne of survival, coated in scars that speak of countless tales that you can't even imagine. He is a man you cannot fathom even existing.
And yet, he is bound to you.
You don't want him to be. The brief period of your swap had been the worst hours of your life. The fact that soulmates only ever swap once is your salvation. You never wanted to do it again.
He doesn't contact you. You don't know if he survived. From what you knew, it's very likely he died. You were just thankful you didn't get him killed, or worse, die as him. It's happened before to people.
You sighed, turning to look out your window.
There is a Porsche. Outside your house. Why?
A man steps out. He is wearing black, no trace of weapons at all. And yet, you feel a shiver go down your spine.
You feel in danger.
You watch him walk up to your door and knock.
You don't move.
He sighs, and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a key, pushes it into your door. You hear your door unlock.
"Hey!" His voice calls out. You slowly stumble over to the stairs, making eye contact with him.
"I'm here to get you. It's time to get going."
You stare at him. "Where?" You ask.
"You've seen too much. You can't live a normal life anymore, no one would allow it. I've tried. So, you're getting the next best alternative."
He walks up the stairs, firm, confident steps as he strides up to you.
"You'll be staying with me." His hand locks around your wrist, and he pulls, taking you with him as he pulls you out of your house.
"What? I can't just live with you! And what about my life, my things!" You screech, clawing at the hand that feels like an iron bar. It doesn't budge.
"Everything's been arranged." He responds, completely ignoring your struggles. He opens the side door of his porsche, pushing you in. It locks behind you, an ominous click that sends a shiver down your spine.
He opens his own door in the front, sitting in the driver's seat and starting up the car. "Anything important from your house will be taken separately to our house, and your family has been informed that you are going into witness protection."
"Witness protection?" You shout, yanking at the unmoving car doors. "I- seriously I just met you, I can't go with you!"
Leon sighs. He pulls down the glove box revealing a syringe.
"We are currently doing this the easy way." He informs you, his stare burns into you, freezing you down to the bone. "You know what I'm capable of. Do you want the hard way?"
You remain silent.
"I meant what I said. I'm never going to allow my soulmate to experience the pains that the world showed me. I'm protecting you. Even if you never understand that, I'm never going to stop either." His eyes narrow, memories clouding his gaze.
"That's what it means to be mine."