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I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters.

Summary:

It was funny how Leon perfectly defines the colour blue, Ada thought.

Author:

Red Nix

BLUE

Tranquil.

"Used to be a cop myself. Only for a day, though."

It took a Herculean effort to keep herself from staring at his face again. He was currently catching his breath, while brushing away the drops of sweat that had trickled down his face. He had just excaped the wrath of the axe-wielding villagers, and he had every right to be terrified, not because he was weak, but because he's just a human, and a normal human would be shaken to the core after escaping the claws of death.

But he wasn't.

He just stood there, looking so cool, with his icy-blue eyes hinting annoyance (or was it boredom?) and his wet muscle shirt hugging his figure in all places, making him lethally cool and sexy.

She had quite lusted for that body, but she was a fool for that face, the face that had haunted her for the past years, the ever-youthful face that promises an addicting kind of comfort, and the calm face that had kept her alive seven years ago during that viral outbreak in Raccoon City.

He was her refuge, her personal brand of tranquilizer, and her only weakness.

Imperturbable.

"Where's everybody going? Bingo?"

He was the perfect epitome of a boulder-slacker guy, a laid-back fellow that can get his job done without exerting so much effort. And she admires him for that, because she has not yet seen anyone who can crack jokes in a middle of turmoil like he does. She had found herself smiling while watching him from apart, and it was odd, because she didn't typically smile for a shallow reason.

He had countered Salazar's typical boring evil speech with a short but sharp punchline, without batting an eyelash or missing a beat. The short guy was infuriated, but Leon didn't flinch, not even after pinning the shorty's hand with a flying knife. No slow-downs, no dramas, no nothing, except for that little heart attack he had given her.

So much for having nerves of steel.

Balanced.

"Hey, it's up to us to take out Umbrella."

He was her strength, yet he was her only weakness.

He was cool and collected, yet he can neutralize a horde of undead creatures in a snap.

He soothes her tired soul, yet he terrifies the hell out of her.

He made her feel like she's an angel underneath, yet he made her feel like she's the worst person on Earth.

Her world started with him, yet her world would end with him.

It was unnerving, how Leon and his symmetry could come in handy at times like this.

Lonely.

"She's like... a part of me I can't let go. Let's leave it like that."

She could never hold his gaze for a long period of time.

Ada Wong, the woman who could never be intimidated, could not hold this certain man's gaze.

Why?

Guilt.

Guilt, for leaving him with a bullet planted on his shoulder not long ago. Guilt, for making him suffer because of her supposed death, also not long ago. Guilt, for all the nightmares she'd caused him because of that faked death. Guilt, for not having the strength to come clean and admit her feelings for him.

Guilt, for causing him that lost, haunted look in his azure eyes.

She knew, deep in her gut, that she was the main reason of his loneliness for the past years. And she was determined to fix that, no matter what.

She just wished that the damned butterflies in her stomach would fly away as soon as she ring his apartment's doorbell.