Cracks in Our Walls, a resident evil fanfic | FanFiction
Lets be honest, Ada is a sorry excuse for a relationship side plot in resident evil games. She is only a thought of, when Leon has to appear in. Trust and temptation. By: Christine JAZZ Leon and Ada were finally living a normal life but when things are Can they hold on to their relationship or will they end up splitting up Sequel to Resident Evil's New Mission. The game will have no apparent direct link to Resident Evil 5, but both . I doubt Leon and Claire's relationship will evolve into something more.
He kicked the door and he saw Ada covering herself with the shower curtain. Ada smiled as Leon frowned wondering what happening. He looked at her angrily. Leon smiled ,came back inside and he closed the door. My hair is still wet! She paused for a moment and stared at him blankly and Leon also stopped.
Their devilish eyes met. Ada gestured him to come closer. He put his hands on her waist and din't waste anytime giving her a deep kiss. Ada played with his soft, blonde hair as she always do every time they kiss. Little did Leon know that she is currently moving to her plan. One pull and done. He looked inside the closet for towels but they all magically disappear. I'm not gonna walk naked around my house, Ada Good thing the party will be later at night.
Jill, Chris and Claire was talking to each other, probably saying their final words before Chris and Jill head up to their honeymoon. Rebecca and JAZZ was in a serious conversation. Ashley was flirting with Richard which will seem like for the 7th time ever since she arrive but somehow Richard was trying his best to calm down. In reality, she was just spying at Leon from the start.
Though Leon will come to her once in a while to check on her if she's OK and she will simply say yes then he goes back to the crowd. Leon was talking to different persons that she didn't know so she decided to just stay away for a while. She can't blame him for being so popular in the white house. She saw a woman approaching Leon and Leon greeted her with a wide smile.
They talked and Leon seemed very happy to see this woman who has a brownish, long and curly hair. She left without saying a word.
At long last her tireless search for a job was over. Working endless hours serving greasy food at a mediocre diner just to be paid a dollar or two over minimum wage was nothing to jump in joy about, but a job was a job and it helped pay the bills. After all what couple didn't have their ups and downs? And then they entered their fourth year of marriage. The arguments continued, mostly about their financial issues and sometimes about nonsensical things that get blown out of proportion, and more cracks lined their walls along with a few dents here and there.
Leon stayed out later and later only to come back in the early hours of morning claiming they were for work.
Trust and temptation Chapter 1: Leon's worst day, a resident evil fanfic | FanFiction
Excuses were made and empty words of forgiveness were handed out easily yet the damage was already done. The windows were smudged with dirt and chunks were missing from the foundation. Every relationship had their trials and this was theirs. As the fifth year rolled around, Claire noticed that she could no longer ignore nature's call. Her biological clock was tick-tick-ticking away and her increasing want of a child became ever so clear.
Deep down she knew that a child wasn't an instant fix to their problems, but with her husband away most of the time working as he repeatedly claimedloneliness crept upon her like a second skin and she ached to hold someone who looked at her like she was the center of their world.
When Claire brought up the subject of children, Leon readily agreed since he desired a child as well. He was no fool for he knew exactly what this distance was doing to her, and to them, and he dearly hoped that this would bring the happiness back to their crumbling marriage. A child wasn't the answer to their problems, but it could be a step in the right direction. Their sixth year produced no child and when there was still no pitter patter of tiny feet on polished floorboards in the beginning of the seventh year they stopped trying altogether.
They saw all kinds of doctors, specialists, and experts, and after every visit they were always told the same thing, "There's nothing wrong with you.
Keep trying and a child will come. It just takes time. The mounting frustration of each failed attempt lead to more fights. There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with you, they kept saying. If that were true then why weren't they bestowed with the gift of life? Disappointed and hurt that they're unable to create a tiny being in their own images, blame was carelessly tossed around. He blamed her while she blamed him when in actuality neither were at fault, but at the same time they were all the while the cracks turned into deep tears and a piece of the roofing caved in.
Not all couples needed a child to become happy and perhaps they were meant to fit into that category. One night during their eighth year of marriage, Claire stayed up late waiting for Leon to return home as she was wont to do for the last four years. He finally stumbled in at the wee hours of morning smelling of a night wasted in alcohol and of cheap perfume. She never questioned his nightly activities and he never looked her in the eyes after coming home. It just became an unestablished rule for them after years of discontent.
He'd waver at the door for a moment or two before shuffling off to bed while she'd stare after him, still as a statue. All the while the silence engulfed them, speaking more than any kind of hollow words spoken between them.
Everyone was entitled to one or two secrets and they were no exception. In their ninth year of marriage came an uneasy calm. Gone were the days of teasing laughter, easy smiles and gentle companionship. Their days were filled with stony silence, blank stares and mild avoidance.
Instead of staying out all night and coming back in the early hours of daylight, Leon stayed out for two, maybe three days at a time. Chatter, whether it was about anything or everything, no longer passed between them, but small almost monosyllabic responses. With no child and no husband to care for, a desperate longing filled her being.
She wanted, no, needed to hear his voice. She missed Leon dearly and wished for a way for them to go back to how it used to be during their first year. Even though they've faced many hardships she still loved him and decided it was time to fix what is broken.
After all it was better late than never. A twittering sounded out to the left of him. Groaning slightly at the interruption of his sleep, he swung his arm out and groped blindly at the floor for the source of the noise.
Finally locating it under a pile of clothes he brought the object up to his face and squinted at the flashing LCD screen. He sleepily sat up and swung his legs to the side of the bed before flipping his phone open. He stared at the name trying to reach him. His thumb hovered over the green button, debating with himself whether or not he should answer the call when the sound of rustling sheets and the sleepy call of his name from his companion disturbed his thoughts.
Come back to bed. The sheets rustled some more as he pressed his bare form against his equally bare lover.
Just go back to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, he never realized the caller on the other end heard their hushed exchange when his lover interrupted his thoughts and he accidentally pressed the connect button. Silent tears trailed down her cheeks as the incessant dial tone continued to filter into her ears. Filthy panes of glass shattered as an entire section of wall collapsed followed by half of the roofing. Large chunks of gray foundation broke away leaving an uneven surface as the house began to wobble unsteadily on its perch.
No one said that maintaining a marriage of bliss was going to be easy. And now we head into their tenth year of marriage, a milestone. They say that once you reach the ten year mark it's nothing but a smooth ride for the rest of the way.
What a bunch of lies. By now they should almost be veterans at the whole holy matrimony thing.
CLAIRE and LEON'S RELATIONSHIP to ELEVATE to the next level in DEGENERATION
They couldn't be further from the truth. After that abysmal phone call, communication between them all but stopped. To this day he still had to idea that he had accepted the call and she never had the courage to confront him.
If she had then perhaps they could have had the chance to air all of their dirty laundry for the last nine years and been on their way to mending their dilapidated house.
As it stands nothing has changed and their house of brick and stone is falling apart faster than a house of cards. But their love for each must have been strong enough if they were able to stay together for ten years even through their ups and downs.
This was proven when Leon decided to take Claire out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary.
Hope blossomed in Claire's chest. Once again it was never too late to fix what was broken.
They were half way through dinner and making light chatter for the first time in how many years was it; two, maybe three? It didn't matter; Claire was just overjoyed that they were actually having a conversation. It was a small step, but a step nonetheless in what was believed to be in the right direction.
That was what she thought until she noticed Leon kept drumming his fingers on the table top and diverting his attention to somewhere other than her, a nervous habit he developed during the course of their marriage. Abruptly he stilled his tapping and cleared his throat to reach inside his suit jacket to pull out a small stack of documents.
He slowly slid them towards her and leaned back in his seat, posture stiff and his face wiped clean of any previous emotion. Curious, Claire cautiously picked up the papers, treating them as if they were going to bite her and flipped through the first few pages.
Her body stilled as her sky blue eyes quickly scanned over the pages filled with neat lines of black ink then looked up at the man across from her.
His fringe partially covered his right eye, but his left was unobscured and the blue-gray orb was hard and unyielding. A redundant question because it was quite obvious what they were, but she needed the confirmation.
Her half eaten dinner wanted to make a reappearance, but she stubbornly held it down. Leon slumped back in his seat as he rubbed a tired hand across his face looking decades older instead of his 36 years of age.
Think of how unhappy we are, Claire. When was the last time we had a decent conversation filled with warmth instead of us having screaming matches all of the time? We've been together for ten years so why now? Please, don't say it.