Hi everyone! So this is the introduction to a story I wrote a year ago. I'm not really sure if I'll be uploading the next chapters as planned of if I'll completely change the plot. I sort of need your opinion about this one, and maybe suggestions. Tell me how you feel about this and which direction you think it should take.

As for those following It all started with a scarf (Inception fanfic), I'll keep you updated. Sorry for the wait!

P.S. I might update this file since it needs to be checked by a friend . I've recently noticed my spelling sucks amazingly.

With love,

Ina.

Please, R&R.

Chapter 1 - Haunting memories

Rating: T

Pairing: AdaxWesker & LeonxAda

It was funny how everything felt like it was over and yet, all was simply about to begin. The idea of a man who proclaimed to be God, the savior of the dying Earth, was gone. Savior of the dying Earth or at least that was the patronizing idea that very man wished to project. And it was the only idea she could genuinely provide herself of him: an individual who secretly wished compliance and understanding from those who could relate and yet delivered demise and insanity towards those he considered inferior to his own persona. Then again, everyone was inferior.

Thinking about those few facts made her cringe as she took her warm shower. The prickling water gave her skin a pink flush, the impact of each drop driving each blood vessel crazy. It was relaxing yet stimulating. She never really knew whether she was suppose to mourn or to smile. Captivity or freedom? Peace or violence? Love or savagery? Those were peculiar questions that crossed her mind each time she'd take a shower, or each time she'd hold a gun firmly in her hand. Those were the only moments she felt alone, lonely enough to think about subjects that should be the least of her worries.

The slender figure stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel to wrap it around her head and the proceeded to the bathrobe. As she opened the door, steam seeped out progressively and the sound of his voice crept into her ear. "Morning. Coffee?", Ah yes, I almost forgot about last night.

"Hey, handsome." she said swaying her hips towards him. Kennedy gave her his signature smirk, surely due to the fact she had this habit of getting out of the bathroom with barely anything on, or something that is easily removed.

Leon placed the mug filled with cafein on the small dining table he had in his apartment and as usual, the ebony haired woman sat down with her never-ending limbs crossed. The silence was definitely awkward but gradually disappeared when he decided to join her with his own mug and when she began to sip the coffee. "So how was the shower?" he asked monotonously while running his thumb on the rim of his coffee's recipient.

"Leon Scott Kennedy, always so curious about what women do in the bathroom.". The reward for that statement was another smirk from the man she longed to be with. Her sultry voice released an incredibly brief chuckle. Leon couldn't help noticing how silent she's been lately compared to the other meetings they had the past few months. He could list down a few things that greatly bothered him about her recent attitude. She wouldn't tease as much, she wouldn't smile as much, she wouldn't reply back with her smart-ass remarks, she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep pleasantly. Sure I see her regularly, and I'm one heck of a lucky guy. The sex's great, but seeing her make a face a few hours after that, this probably isn't going to work as we've both planned.

"Ada, has something been on your mind lately?". She missed "Miss Wong" terribly. She listened to him speak out his concerns for her. She felt warm yet uncomfortable with all the care he gave her, the slightest thing about her peculiar ways seemed to worry him. She did care for him, too much in fairness and here he is tiring himself out just to understand her. Hm, loving me isn't any way to understand me. Sadly. "I'm just scared you'd disappear like you always do.". For the whole speech he delivered, only at his last sentence did she bother to look at him with a sad smile.

"Oh, Leon." she said, up on her feet. He reached slowly for her frail hand and held it tight. Ada gave him a ghostly kiss on the forehead, followed by a sincere whisper. At least, she was persuaded she was sincere. "I won't." and with those words she went back to the still steamy bathroom. Wong wiped the mirror with her dry hand, drops of the condensed water began to find their way to the bottom and there she saw her pale face. A haunting presence lingered behind her; she still remembered those mornings when he would place a firm hand on her waist, those mornings when he would smell her fresh skin by the nape, when he would greet her "Good morning, Miss Wong.". Remembering those moments, brought her to the only conclusion possible. A lonely tear rolled down her flushed cheek, "Good morning, Albert.".