自分がリブログしているか分かるように一言付けてリブログすることにしました。

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.

Lighthearted prank <33

Drawing them makes me feel like I'm back to 2012 when Damnation first released.

Only The Moon Knows - A New Beginning

In the distance he could hear them go off – one after the other; like muffled pistol shots that illuminated the pitch-black sky just for an instant before vanishing into thin air. Irina had loved to look at them. Always eyes wide open, like a child she had clapped, could hardly await the next rockets to explode. Oh, how he had loved to see that innocent expression spreading on her face. Actually he wasn’t the type to join the crowd. The noise, the shoving, the pushing. But as soon as he had laid his eyes on her childlike display of joy he couldn’t help grinning himself. It was then that nothing else mattered. Neither the pain from some elbows crashing into his side nor the high-pitched voices of those around them. Even J.D.’s hopelessly stupid comments tickled out one or two smiles from the Slav. Yes, a happy new year; that it used to be indeed. It had always been a joyous occasion, but now, watching the fireworks from his bedroom window, tied to a wheelchair, it was hard to hold off the feelings of loneliness, those pangs going through his chest like little daggers penetrating the skin. While the whole world was overflowing with expectations for the New Year, everyone keeping their loved ones close, he was there, waiting for something, anything to happen that would break the unbearable silence in the darkness of the room. “Ugh…” The vodka burned. Like a fire that had been lit in his throat, setting ablaze his whole body. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show. He tried hard to strangle those emotions inside, to put out those tongues of flames reaching for a lonely heart.  

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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.

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[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

Dispel the Darkness

Buddy rubbed his numbing hands and cursed under his breath as he watched the first white flakes gliding down from above.

(He’s not coming.)

The thought hurt more than he would have liked to admit. He had been waiting for almost an hour now, watching the people passing by, smiling, a joyful atmosphere all around him. But Sasha wasn’t smiling. He had wanted to abandon the idea, to turn around and go home, spending the evening in the quiet confines of his apartment. But every time he had made up his mind, hope had reeled its head again, persuading him to wait for just five minutes longer. Fool that he was, he had given in all the time, always finding another excuse why the one he was waiting for hadn’t shown up yet.

But the truth dawned on him, slowly but steadily.

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Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

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I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

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