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Jus had an idea after finishing a comm and I ain't letting my sleep deprivation stop me.

Leon & Buddy Reunion

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[OVER?] - aureatescars

[  OVER?  ]:     after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. / @aureatescars

" Shit. "

The curse follows an inelegant stumble through the door of his apartment, fingers white-knuckling around the handle as he tries to find his feet. The room swims, or maybe his head swims and there's an unpleasant roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach plus a bad taste at the back of his mouth indicating he's gone well over the respectable treshhold of what a man's supposed to consume in terms of booze for the night.

Not that he really cares. Not that anyone really seems to care. A whole week since he'd been forced to shoot his whole damn team after already having lost them once and no one'd bother to check in beyond Hunnigan telling him to take some time to get his head back on straight and the usual text from Sherry. Not even━

Well. He's only got himself to blame for that one. If Leon had bothered responding to his texts even once, maybe━

The thought wrenches at his heart in a way he doesn't really feel like dealing with right now ( or ever, really ) and Leon pushes himself forward, throwing the door shut behind him. He doesn't bother turning on the lights, doesn't bother hanging up his coat as it drops to the floor. He fumbles at the cabinets, pulling them open at random, a low noise of triumph in his throat when he finds what he's looking for. He'd been respectfully told to clear the premises at the bar he'd been drinking at, but there's no one to stop him from drinking himself into an even deeper stupor in the privacy of these four walls.

( he refuses to call it home. this isn't home. he hasn't truly been home in months )

He screws off the cap with shaking fingers, cursing again when it slips from his fingers and rolls beneath the cabinets. Doesn't matter, he thinks. He plans on finishing the rest of this bottle anyway. Except when that first swig hits his tongue and burns down his throat, he's hit with the sudden and undeniable realization that his body's had enough. His surroundings blur around him, the walls spinning at a speed he can't keep up with any longer and a stab of nausea so sharp and acute has his stomach lurch painfully and his body shudder.

Leon only barely manages to turn, the bottle slipping from his fingers and hitting the ground, before he's emptying the contents of his stomach into the kitchen sink, coughing and retching miserably.

He sinks to the floor afterwards, panting, his face and neck covered in cold sweat. A shard of glass cuts into his palm, where the neck of the bottle had broken off from impact, and the booze seeps into the fabric of his jeans, but Leon hardly notices.

He breathes, in and out, shuddering and choking on dry sobs. He has no fucking clue what he's doing anymore. No fucking clue what he wants. He only knows it's not this: teetering on that brink waiting to finally fall off and hope there's some peace to be found at the bottom.

His phone is out of his pocket before he can stop himself and when a trembling thumb hits the call button on speaker for the one person he swore to himself he'd leave alone, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he hated himself for how things had ended, he can't even find it in himself to regret it. He's already fucked up in more ways than one, what's another broken promise to the mix? It's so damn late too, fuck knows if Sasha would even answer the━

" Leon? "

There's no time to prepare against the wave of emotion constricting his chest at hearing Sasha's voice through the speaker. God, he'd missed it. Missed him, like a constant ache around his heart. His lids screw shut, throat suddenly too tight to speak or utter more than a soft whimper as tears start trickling from the corners of his eyes. His fingers tight curl around the phone as he pulls it towards his chest, and he finds his forehead resting atop his knees. " Leon, is that you? "

" Yeah, " Leon swallows around the lump in his throat and finally finds his voice, hoarse and terrible as it may sound, the slur in his words unmistakeable. " Listen, I uh, know I've no right to ask you for anything after━, " their last parting. The supposed final one. " ━ but I... I don't think I should be alone right now. 'm afraid I might do something stupid and I... I couldn't think of anyone else to━. "

" Where are you? I'm coming over. "

There's no hesitation, no anger in that still so familiar gravel, the accent just as he remembers it and Leon can't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath at the worry he hears, the care still layered through it even though Leon doesn't deserve it, shouldn't even be asking this much. But as ever, he seems just as incapable of denying Sasha; especially now, still drunk and more miserable than he's ever felt. " Uh, my place... gave you the key. 'bout an hour from where we used to... "

Used to live. Those words fail him, familiar pain stabbing through his chest again remembering everything he's given up and squandered away because he'd thought it better that way, less risky. Safer. It still would be, he knows that much, but at this point he can't really find it in himself to care. Not after everything he's been put through those past few months.

" I'll be there in fifty. Stay safe. "

" I love you, " The words spill out unbidden, in a rush, his voice low and wavering, relief and defeat warring in his gut. " I never stopped... I'm sorry. Sasha. I'm sorry. "

There's a hitch of breath on the other end, a beat of silence. Then. " I'll be there soon, Leon. I promise. "

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He somehow manages to drag himself off the floor and into the shower, dazed and drained and wondering if that call really happened, wondering what he's afraid of more. That he somehow spilled his guts in a pathetic drunken haze or that he dreamed of hearing Sasha's voice. His mind swirls with half-formed thoughts and doubts, what if Sasha had moved on. What if he'd found someone else, what if Leon really had squandered it all. What if he'd inadvertently just brought even more pain on them by doing this. By asking this selfish, selfish thing.

He's shivering, despite the warmth of the shower, the effect of the alcohol slowly waning off leaving him feeling wrung out and nauseous. He clumsily bandages the cut on his hand after half-heartedly patting himself dry and struggles into something more comfortable. He rinses his mouth and brushes his teeth.

The bed feels too empty and too large as usual as Leon curls up beneath the covers, back towards the bedroom door and it's all he can do to simply keep breathing through the mess of emotions tangling in his chest and stomach. He's so fucking tired.

He's not sure how long he simply lies there before he hears the click of the lock, the sound of footsteps. Leon tensens, fingers curling into his pillow, his eyes shutting as if bracing himself for disappointment and the sting of shame. What would Sasha even think of him now. Pale, haggard, hair still dyed darker, too lean by half. A hollow shell of that rookie he met back then.

The footsteps close in on the bedroom and then stop, that same hitching breath sounding from behind him. He hears something uttered in Russian, followed by his name breathed out like a prayer and finds himself curling up a little tighter, unable still to turn around. There's the rustle of fabric, softer steps indicating Sasha had taken his shoes off and then, the dip of the mattress, the weight of an arm around his waist and the solid heat of Sasha's body against his back as the other slips into bed with him and pulls him into an embrace like he never left. And then, that voice, soft but firm, sinking into him like a carress. " I'm here. For as long as you need me. "

It doesn't take more than that for the tension to snap, the dam to break, his body shuddering under the onslaught of emotion as he turns around and clings to Sasha like a lifeline, almost keening when he feels lips against his forehead, hands touch the back of his neck and the length of his spine. It's not even sexual, arousal about the last thing he feels even if this is a dream come true, but the fact that he hasn't been touched this gently for so long.... the fact that Sasha is offering it without hesitation or demand...

God, Leon thinks. He'd been such a fool to think that this is the part he had to give up. To delude himself into he was doing the right thing when nothing he's ever done ever seemed to make a difference anyway. Wanting to protect Sherry, only to see her in the care of the guy who turned out to be a traitor. Wanting to save people, only to have to make unnecessary sacrifices of them time and time again. Wanting to love Sasha, but letting his duty take precedence when all its ever done is chip away at pieces of his soul until there would be nothing left.

He's done. The thought solidifies in his mind until it fills him whole. It's been enough.

He sucks in a deeper breath, feeling himself calm under that determination and finally, finally allows himself to meet Sasha's eyes, lips trembling as those beautiful amber hues look back without reproach, parting around words he should have said years ago. " I want to quit. I'm ... I'm done fighting their fight. I can't do it anymore. "

Sasha's eyes widen, shock, surprise, hope warring within his gaze; a wariness too, which hurts, but which Leon can hardly blame him for. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Sasha's lips, an apology and reassurance wrapped in one, sagging in relief when Sasha kisses back. " Promise I'll repeat it tomorrow, " When sober. When he can tell Sasha he's sorry without stumbling over his words.

Right before he slips under in what promises to be the first restful night in weeks, he faintly hears I love you mumbled in a rough accent; and for the first time in a long, long time, Leon believes they'll be okay.

Alexander aka Buddy love post 

はじめまして。

I usually speak Japanese. 25+│I'm usually here.→https://x.com/LEOSASHA2024│I came here for Leon and Buddy. （I still don't know how to use it.）│"Like!" are mainly used to collect Buddy/Sasha or Kennechenko.│I play with figurines that look like Leon and Buddy.→crepu.net/user/KIKUGO2023

Thank you for your wonderful work❤️Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation. If I said anything rude It is unintentional because of the translation.

I think we don't talk enough about Sasha a.k.a. Buddy, or RE: Damnation in general.

I'll make it short: If it weren't for Sasha (Buddy), Leon would have certainly died on the mission in the ESR.

It was *Sasha* who commanded the Lickers to prevent the Tyrant from delivering the final blow against Leon.

Which also makes it the first time happening; A battle between (full mutated) B.O.Ws in history of Resident Evil (Lickers vs. Tyrant).

Despite of disliking him, Sasha helped Leon to escape. And the other one did the same in return.

That's one of the reasons I love this movie so much: Enemies become allies. Without the other, there's no chance of survival.

And d*mn, Sasha is such an incredibly strong individual. Maybe I'll talk about it next time~🔥💥☀️😌

kennechenko【Letter from Leon】

Please let me participate For @rerarepairmonth Week 2 - Myths and Monsters, Pet Names, Mental Health/Support Systems - May 7th to May 12th

Leon writes a letter to Buddy. The awkward part is that Leon may be writing in Slavic.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I usually speak Japanese. I translated it using Google Translate. It's a bit strange in places, but please look at it with one eye gently. I'll fix it if I can after looking at the folds. Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

[Letter from Leon, 3rd letter]

To Buddy

I'm glad things are going well. Thank you for accepting my lengthy apology last time. You're probably thinking that the first letter was so flippant and short, right? I just wanted to see if I'd get a reply, and if so, what kind of reply.

Of course I did it to save you, but I've been… No, I won't repeat myself like a baby after you accepted it.

There are a few other things I'd like to thank you for...for pointing out my spelling mistake last time and not being lenient with me. Sensei. I'll make an excuse, but I wrote this in a hurry, or rather, I didn't have the courage and I was drinking.

When you're ready to be discharged from the hospital, please contact ○○○○ at ○○. Let me know when you've decided on a new address.

From Americans

[Letter from Leon, 7th letter]

Dear Mr. Kozachenko

How are you feeling?

You don't know where to send the letter addressed to me? My letters arrive you in bulk? I guess it can't be helped since I'm from overseas. The quickest way to get it to me is to have it sent to my workplace, but there's a chance that other people will see it, so I think it's best to send it to my home.

I'm sorry we can't have a conversation.

But this is a letter for my mental health. If it's too much of a burden for you, I'll stop. But you're the type of person who will tell me clearly if you don't like it, and you won't put up with it, right? I hope so.

When I get some time off, can I suddenly come over to your house again? I might be relaxing at your house by the time this letter arrives.

Leon

[Letter from Leon, 15th letter/postcard]

To my Buddy

I don't know what to do. I've been thinking about your face all this time. Can I come over to your house again?

Please stay healthy.

[Letter from Leon, 17th letter]

To my dear Sasha

I hope this letter reaches you. My feelings haven't changed.

This isn't because I feel guilty about shooting you. I'm not saying that it doesn't exist. I'll say it first. I know this might seem like an afterthought, but it's true.

I was attracted to you from the moment we first met.

The truth is, I went to visit you when you were in the hospital. But you were in a daze. You looked so distressed that I quickly left. I regret it from the bottom of my heart.

with love

[Letter from Leon, 23rd letter/postcard]

My dearest Buddy

Hey Darling, I want to see you. Anyway, I'm okay now. Why do you think that is? I want to meet you and talk about it. I love you. Yours, Leon

Fin.

Japanese↓

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【レオンからの手紙、三通目】

バディへ

経過が良好で良かった。 この前は長々とした謝罪を受け入れてくれてありがとう。一通目はあんなに軽口で短い手紙だったのに、って思っているだろう？あれは、お前からの返信があるかどうか、あるとしたら、どんな返信か、確認するためだった。

もちろん救うためにやったことだが、俺はずっと……。いや、お前が受け入れてくれたのに女々しく繰り返すのはやめる。

他にいくつか礼を言うとしたら…… スペルミスを指摘して、多目に見てくれなかったこともありがとう。先生。 急いで、というより、酒を飲んで書いたんだよ。勇気が出なくてね。

病院から退院する目処が立ったら、○○の○○○に連絡してみてくれ。新しい住所が決まったら、教えて。

アメリカ人より

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【レオンからの手紙、七通目】

親愛なるコザチェンコ先生

体調はどう？

俺宛の手紙を、どこに送ったらいいか分からない？何通もまとめて届く？海外からだから仕方がないかもしれないな。 職場に送ってもらうのが一番早く俺の手に届くんだが、他の人間に見られる可能性があるから、やはり自宅だな。 会話が成立しなくてすまない。

でも、これは俺のメンタルヘルスのための手紙なんだ。もしお前にとって負担ならやめるよ。でも、お前は嫌ならハッキリ言うタイプで、我慢なんてしないだろう？そうであって欲しい。

休暇が取れたらまた急に行ってもいいかな？この手紙が着く頃には、お前の家で寛いでいるかもしれない。

レオン

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【レオンからの手紙、十通目/葉書】

俺のバディへ

俺はどうしたらいいか分からない。ずっとお前の顔のことを考えてる。またお前の家に行ってもいいかな。 どうか元気に過ごしていてくれ。

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【レオンからの手紙、十五通目】

愛するサーシャへ

この手紙がちゃんと届くといいんだが。俺の気持ちは変わらない。 これは君を撃った罪悪感からの気持ちじゃない。それがないとは言わないけど。 先に言っておくよ。こんなことを言うと、後だしだと思われるだろう。でも本当なんだ。 最初に会った瞬間から、君に惹かれていた。

実は、君が病院にいた時に見舞いに行った。でも君は朦朧としていた。君はあまりにも苦しそうで、足早に去ってしまった。もう取り戻せないが、そのことをいつも心の底から後悔している。

愛を込めて

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【レオンからの手紙、二十三通目/葉書】

最愛の俺のバディ

君に会いたい。話さなくてもいい。一緒にいられさえすれば。とにかく俺はもう大丈夫。何故かって？それを会って話したいんだ。愛してる。君の物のレオン

Sasha Kozachenko 🤍

I miss him.

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