- Yet another tale my lovely kittens, and by kittens, I mean readers. So do enjoy. Sincerely - Acid35 -

In my third year of high school, I found my ego growing ever larger with each passing day—namely in the way of sports. Though I was never a truly excellent athlete, I found ways around my physical ineptness which barred me from jockey stardom. Namely that involved me cheating at any sport I did. The sad thing was everyone knew I was cheating, but allowed me to continue doing so out of pity. So in the end, my ego was nothing more than self denial. It would seem however, that fate wasn't satisfied with that. No, it sought to destroy me completely, leaving me no hope in my ability to play any sport whatsoever.

And fate sought to do this through a man named Leon S. Kennedy. Oh how I rue the day we met, he came to me upon an abrupt entrance into our school actually. While my fellow companions and I ate in our school's very small lunch room he burst violently through a window. It made everyone scream in shock, including myself. Glass flung like shrapnel at several different students as two zombie like creatures followed him inside. Leon, which at that time everyone referred to as "That really hot, attractive, super sexy guy with the gun," (I will admit, he was fairly attractive, but I couldn't help but feel the girls who gawked at him were over exaggerating slightly) stood up quickly and pulled out his antique Red9 pistol, unloading several shots into his adversaries. They dropped like flies, and soon began to bubble and turn into nothingness.

My school body stared in disbelief, Leon cracked his neck and ran over to some glowing objects which now replaced the two dead zombies. He reloaded his weapon, turned to us and said with a smile, "Well… I hope I didn't spoil your appetites kids."

His voice was dashing, debonair even, and as soon as he spoke the female portion of our school immediately crowded around him. I stared dumbfounded, as did the rest of my male counterparts, as Leon laughed triumphantly.

"Do you think he jumped through the window on purpose?" One of my friends asked, "To… you know… get the ladies?"

I scoffed, "He's an idiot if he did." I replied. But in reality I didn't think he was an idiot, none of us did, we thought he was the best thing to hit the planet. What with his well fixed haircut, skin tight shirt that revealed his defined muscles, and the pistol… all us boys thought he was the most amazing specimen of man in the world.

Since my brain wasn't fully developed at the time, as scientific studies show in young adults, I deduced through a twisted form of logic that at that absolute moment I had to show my superiority over Leon in the way of sports.

As he laughed with the giggling girls, saying stupid things like, "Hey, if I had known you guys would be waiting to congratulate me, I would have dressed up for the occasion." I walked confidently, violently, up to him.

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him my way while saying, "Hey, buddy I've got a bone to pick with you!" but before I could finish, Leon quickly spun around and sent his leg flying, sending me sailing with a blistering high kick to my face. I let out a groan of anguish as my body cracked and twisted, soon I couldn't feel the ground below my feet and when I feel back to the earth I was barely coherent.

Leon pulled out his Red9 quickly, ready to destroy whatever enemy had grabbed him. But upon seeing that was just a young lad (me) and not a zombie, he holstered his weapon quickly, "Dang kid, I could have killed you. Guess there's a good reason why they say, 'ask first, shoot later.'" He let out another laugh and slowly walked over to me. While he did his new female fan base roared with excitement and praise.

"Oh my gosh he's so sexy!" A girl screamed

"Super sexy!" Another yelled.

"More sexy than sex!" One added.

"That was such a sexy kick Leon! You could destroy the world with amount of sexy you have!" another girl screamed at the top of her lungs, shattering any glass windows within a five mile radius.

I mumbled in my delirium, "So… sexy…"

Leon stood over me and pulled something out of his pocket, "Here, take this." He told me.

I shook my head, I didn't want to take anything from this buffoon, "No…"

"It's a green herb, it'll help." He pressed the plant against my lips, a immediately began to throw a tantrum, flailing my arms like an eight your old, "Geese kid just eat it! Do you want to get healed or not?"

"Ehh…" I tried to push Leon's face away with the my trembling hands, but before I could he shoved the bitter herb into my mouth. Just like he said, I felt completely awake and vigorous in a matter of seconds.

Leon smiled brightly and stood up, his girl mob surrounded him again, "You saved him Leon! The man who just tried to kill you, you're so compassionate!" They all said in unison.

"Ladies look, I'm just doing my job." As Leon spoke he looked off into the distance, making sure that the camera got just the right angle on his face, "Just… doing my job."

Then he looked at me, our eyes met. No doubt he saw the fury which roused within me. In that moment I knew there wasn't any time for reasoning. I stood up quickly and cracked my neck, then rushed towards him.

"You!" not wanting to get kicked again, I pointed at Leon with extreme vigor rather than grabbing a hold of him. "You think you're all high and mighty don't you? Busting through that window and all!"

"I don't." Leon answered plainly.

"But who's going to pay for that window huh?" I continued, "What about the children Mr. Awesome? What about them?"

"Look kid, I only have so much patience for idiots, and right now my patience is wearing thin." I saw Leon slowly reach for the combat knife on his web gear, and I knew that it would've been my best interest to shut my mouth and move on. But of course, I continued to talk.

"Yeah? Well I think I can play dodge ball better than you! What do you think of that home boy?" When I uttered those words, the whole room let out a gasp. Leon's eyes widened, he stepped back in shock. I knew I had crossed I line, oh, I knew. But there was no turning back now. Leon's eyes flared, he looked at his crowd of new fans, then at me.

With a smirk he said, "Alright kid, let's see what your made of."