If asked, [Yn] honestly couldn’t say how long the drive to Leon’s place was. The car is filled with chatter from Leon and increasingly less shy giggles from [Yn]. Ever since his little stunt at the sandwich shop, it seems Leon has made it his goal to get reactions from [Yn], every laugh, scoff, and eye roll making his eyes sparkle in a way that makes it impossible for [Yn] to look away. He’s captivating in a way she can’t understand, but at the moment is unwilling to decipher.
“He was the most insufferable, cliche bad guy I’ve ever seen!” Leon continues on his rant, in the middle of a story about rescuing a girl named Ashley from some insane cult, “I couldn’t take his ramblings anymore so I threw a knife at him and stuck his hand to the wall.” He’s chuckling at the shocked look on [Yn]’s face.
“Wait, what?! No way you did that.”
“I did, I swear! And the look on his face and the little screaming noise he made almost made the whole thing worth it. You should have seen it.”
They both laugh, and as it dies down [Yn] is reeling from the difference a few hours with Leon has made. This morning she woke up in a cell with no real hope of getting out, and now she’s basking in the comfortable silence with a man that doesn’t know a thing about her, besides that she was found in an enemy facility. But here he is, completely at ease with her, joking and telling her stories like they’ve been friends for years. [Yn] never imagined she’d have something like this, not since Umbrella took her. She fully expected to live out her miserable life in that lab. Yet here she is, somehow completely at ease with a man she just met. She smiles at him and his answering grin is just as breathtaking as the first.
“So what happened after that? Did you find Ashley?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth Leon’s entire demeanor changed. He’s suddenly tense and something like regret, or fear flits across his face, but disappears before [Yn] can be sure. She’s about to apologize before Leon continues.
“Yup. Saved the girl, killed the bad guys, blew up the island. Real hero stuff. I think George Lucas would approve.” He smiles sideways at [Yn], but his eyes remain troubled. [Yn] can’t bring herself to push, so she takes the bait and change of conversation.
“Ah, so you’re one of those humble types, I see I see. Sounds like you have a knack for destruction as well.”
“You could call it that. Explosions do seem to follow me around.”
“You should be a contractor for demolition jobs. Someone needs a building gone, they just call you and it’ll be rubble in an hour.” Leon laughs and gives her an embarrassed look, biting his lip.
“I guess I probably shouldn’t be telling all this to someone I’m supposed to be protecting, huh? I promise there are no explosives in my house.” [Yn] can tell he’s only half joking, also trying to be sincere.
“It’s ok, I trust you.”
As she says this Leon pulls the car to the side of the road and parks outside a brick townhouse with wrought iron handrails on the sides of the small set of steps leading to the front door, and a small balcony on the second floor.
The road is lined in both directions with big, beautiful trees, the red and orange leaves still glistening from the morning rain. There are several other houses like Leon’s along the block, many of them with window boxes growing different kinds of flowers. The whole scene is charming and breathtaking at once, and [Yn] only looks away when she hears Leon clear his throat.
“Well, here we are. Home sweet home.” Leon seems nervous, as if he’s waiting to see how [Yn] will react to his home. To be honest, she wasn’t sure what to expect from a badass government agent, but the aura of peace surrounding the place made some kind of sense given what had to be a hectic job, and Leon’s mention of keeping his home life private and separate from work. People were walking their dogs and chatting with each other on the sidewalks, and the whole scene was so utterly...normal, and [Yn] couldn’t help but smile.
Leon grabs the duffel bag from the back seat and gets out of the car and [Yn] follows, meeting him at the bottom of the steps. Leon still looks a little nervous and clears his throat a little before walking up the stairs and taking out his keys.
“Sorry, I’m not used to having people over to my house. Only a few people know where I live and even less have been here. It’s just a little weird.” [Yn] follows him until he stops to unlock and open the door, walking in to fiddle with some device on the wall, probably a security system. [Yn] goes to walk through the doorway before she freezes, cold rushing through her veins, heart beating faster, breath coming in harsh gasps as she looks at the door, flashes of memory assault her; being dragged into a car, hearing the locks click and knowing she isn’t getting out; Stumbling through a large door, almost like a vault at a bank, into a stark white hallway even more harsh than the hospital she went to when she accidentally cut herself as a child. The gears ground together and rumbled, and she turned to watch as the only escape was sealed.
More visions of doors shutting and locking behind her, one that locked her in a small bedroom with a harsh light and bars on the windows. She remembers clawing at the handle, desperate and irrationally trying to force the door open. All these doors that never opened for her no matter how much she prayed or begged. And here was another one staring at her ominously, waiting for her to walk in and be hidden away again. No...no..nonono
Far away she hears Leon’s words continuing as if nothing has happened, she can barely hear him over the screaming in her mind, “It’s not that I don’t want you here, so don’t worry. Even though Hunnigan pretty much forced me t-...[Yn]?”
“Nonononono…” the voice that started in her mind is now protesting with her lips, first a whisper but now getting louder. When Leon calls her name her eyes flicker to his face and she starts backing up, stumbling down the steps backwards until she trips on the sidewalk, scraping her hands, but she doesn’t stop moving until her back hits something, the side of Leon’s car. Hot tears are running down her face but she barely notices, eyes on Leon who rushes towards her after she fell. “Nononono!”
“[Yn] are you alright? What’s...oh god your hands!” He’s on his knees in front of [Yn] but as he reaches for her she lets out a breathless scream, a painful blast of air that barely manages more than a whistling squeak of terror. She curls in on herself, bringing up her knees and latching her arms around them, hiding her face and waiting to be dragged into a new prison.
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hey fun fact kagami was the one that suggested the decoy tactic and also excuse me but this face when tobirama said he will go be a decoy?
and then disussion happened and tfw you not only have major ptsd but also lost one of most important people in your life and other folk from your squad are too busy hokageing and
kagami, i guess, never managed to pick himself up ever again
FATTEST MOOD -I didn’t think about it this way but? yes? when has Jon ever said he wanted anything?! “A ranger like uncle Benjen”, way back in season 1, but since then it’s always been about the things Jon DIDN’T want but was pushed to do anyway ;_;
