Chapter 1// The backwards hunt

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The walls shook and trembled as the repeated blows from the wind rained down upon them. The cold seeped into the room, leaving it bitter and lonely. Though the stove was still warm, it couldn't over come the chills. "Next." an icy voice rang out of the speakers, filling the already freezing noise with more. A young man approached, a passport and papers in hand. "I've come here to stay for a month" he said, his voice was shaking, and his accent was creaking. " Hmph, it says you stay for two weeks. Now tell me, does that sound like a month to you?" Leon said, plopping the papers onto the window still. "But-I-it-that should be right yes?" he stuttered, grabbing a hold of the small table on the outside window. "No, this is wrong. Why did you come here....Yaroslav?" Leon said, flicking through his manual and the documents. "To visit" Yaroslav said, his voice desperate. Leon thumbed to his declarations, reading carefully before snarling at Yaroslav, "It says right here you are here to work." Leon scoffed, mumbling to himself as he cross checked the passport. "I will possibly pick up a job yes." Yaroslav said, his voice growing quieter as he talked to himself. "Possibly? You come here with possibly in your mind?" Leon scolded. "Please! I have to see my family!" Yaroslav begged. "And what's so important huh?" Leon said, leaning over to see Yaroslav, " My Father, he was hurt by another one of my family...he was betrayed... Please, let me in!" Yaroslav said, placing his hands together and shaking them in front of Leon. He scooted back, his mind racing.

Family.....betrayal.


December 13, 1999 -- Approximately 3:12 AM

The snow bit at Ivan's ankles, his heart racing with fear. "Ivan! Where are you?!" A distant voice called.
Leon appeared from the house, a small rifle in his hands. It was fully loaded and cocked.

Ivan held his arm, it shot with pain. The feeling made Ivan squeak, but he held it back. "Ivan come out!"
Leon yelled, his face covered with anger. Ivan stood up and ran, his feet were cold, but his will to live was
not. Leon shot his head up, as he listened to the sound of footsteps. A pair in front of him, and a pair
behind. "Leon! Please stop this Leon!" Damincalled, his pajamas ruffled up, and his jacket scuffed. Leon
snarled and trotted towards the sound of someone falling. Ivan stumbled over his own feet, throwing him
near the creek, where rocks washed up. He squeezed his hand and bit his tongue. His arm awoke, throbbing
with pain. Ivan sat up and looked at it, as the air filled with small sobs. It wasn't deep, but it wasn't good.
He pulled out the piece of glass stuck in it and held it down in his jacket. The freezing Russian wind caught
up to him. It showered him in pellets of snow that scratched his nose. He mumbled and attempted to shoo
it away. But his hand was caught in the grasp of another. He gasped and attempted to release it. "No! No!
Please let me go! It was a mistake! That wasn't me!" He screamed pushing the body of the hand away from
him. "Ivan. Ivan!" A soft voice said. Damin's face emerged from the darkness, with a tired expression. Ivan
stopped and scared before grabbing Damin into a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...." he sobbed, burying himself
into Damin's shoulder. "It's okay, please, its fine. We have to go." Damin said, grabbing Ivan's face and looking
at him. He lifted Ivan to his feet and grasped his hands. "Come on, we can take the trail out." Ivan nodded,
wiping his face off. His military uniform was still wonderfully colored, aside from the tears and scratches in it.
It almost glowed in the white snow. "Where should we go after th--" a bullet whizzed by Ivan's head and hit a tree.
"Ivan! You deserve justice for what you done!" Leon screamed, walking towards Ivan before planting his feet for
another shot.

Damin sprinted to Leon, knocking the gun out of his hands before he attempted to hold him down. "Leon, stop it!
It wasn't Iva--" Damin was knocked in the nose, sending him flying backwards. Damin held his face, crouching
down into the snow. "Please...no.." Ivan said, his voice cracking with tears. Leon picked the gun up and threw his
pistol to the ground. "You.. you did this. You killed them! You killed my family!" Leon yelled, walking to Ivan and
pushing him to the ground. "It-I -please! It wasn't me who said that!" Ivan pleaded. "Then it must be a look a like
yah?" He said, aiming the gun at Ivan. "You deserve this. You took away the last thing that meant something to me
you took away everything. You became a monster Ivan" Leon said, his teeth gritted. "No, please! It wasn't me who
said it!" Ivan said "I don't care, you still did it. Goodbye Ivan Baneina" Leon mumbled.

A small click a rose from the forest "Put the gun down Leon. Don't you dare shoot my brother." Damin said, his body trembling.

"D-Damin please.."

" No."

"But he killed Mom and Dad."

"I don't care. He's my only sibling."

"But, I'm your brother."

"Was." A chilling voice rang out, it filled the space it touched, yet it left an empty feeling.

"Damin..no" Leon said, his heart torn in two. Ivan stood up slowly, backing up to Damin. He took shelter behind him.
"You would choose the man who killed your parents, over your own brother?" Leon said, his eyes in shock. "Rumors
doesn't start family." Damin blankly said, his body becoming calmer and relaxed. He put the gun down, walking away
from Leon. "Ivan come on, we can stay with your sisters." Damin said, his face cool and collected. Leon was in shock,
his mind was paralyzed, but his feels were not. He growled and swung the rifle towards Ivan "You will not get away yo-Ah!"
Leon screamed as a shot rang out. He dropped his weapon and looked to Damin, who stood gently in the snow, his gun
aimed directly at Leon. His leg screamed in agony, along with Leon. "Damin-- Damin please" he gasped. Damin walked
to Leon, crouching to his level. "I leave, you don't follow." He said softly. "What-" Leon's mouth was shut by Damins hand.
"I leave you don't follow Leon. Me and Ivan will not return." He said standing up. Ivan looked to Damin then to Leon.
He huffed and walked over to Leon, who scooted away from him. "Go away dirtbag." He huffed out, his eyes gently
opening and closing. Ivan sighed and hurled him over his shoulder. "Sto-" he closed his eyes and passed out. "Where
do we need take him?" Ivan asked, assuring Leon a comfortable spot to sit on his shoulder. "House. Make a meal, wrap
him up, and leave." Damin said, his blank voice scaring Ivan. "Oh ok" Ivan said in haste. The walk was long. And so was
the note. Leon awoke to the smell of Borscht, the only thing Damin knew how to cook. He smiled and spoke gently "Damin
is that borscht again?" With no answer he opened his eyes, and looked down at his leg. It wasn't a dream. He shot up
and looked around, a bowl of soup and a note.

Dear Leon,

I hope you have awoken without pain. I also hope you haven't ran outside looking for us. By the time you read this,
me and Ivan will be gone. Don't look for us. Don't search. Along with that, don't go near Ivan's sisters, unless otherwise
said. I have to protect my brother, even if that means leaving you. We took the old rabbit, and left you the car. There
is plenty of gas to get you to the station for refilling.

Leon, I am sorry for this, but it was not Ivan. He wasn't himself. An if you can't accept that, we will not return. Leon,
please don't fret and linger over this. I don't want to see you homeless. Go and work. Move out, find some where better.
I will not respond to your letters, but I will send you picture of me, to assure that I am not dead. We are bound for Belarus,
were we will stay with Ivan's family.

I will possibly never talk to you again. But I will make sure to visit and see how you're doing.

Goodbye, big brother,xxxxxxxxxx
Damin Leginxxxxx

He collapsed onto the table, his muffled sobs drowning out the falling snow outside. He was alone.
For once he was alone. No annoying brother, or happy friend. But alone. He always wanted peace and quiet.

Now he wanted chaos back.

- - -

"Sir? Please sir?" A voice brought him back. Leon tensed up at the sight of a police officer. "He causing any troubles?"
He asked, gripping Yaroslavs arm. "What? Oh, no. Let him through." Leon said, avoiding Yaroslavs eyes. The officer
left, leaving the two alone. "But I thought-" Leon cut him off "Leave." He said, his eyes looking to the back wall.
Yaroslav gladly picked his bags up and ran over to the entrance. He looked back to Leon and huffed, walking into
Russia. Leon sighed and gripped his head, along with his leg. He groaned and grabbed the mic again. "Next."

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Trees danced in the harsh breeze, swishing from side to side as the snow that rested on them fell tragically down. It was the end of Leon's long, agonizing shift. He reached in his pocket and whipped out his phone. Leon suspected that the snow was going to stick around in Saint Petersburg for the next few days, and with the backup of the forecast, he smiled. The bitter cold wasn't all that fun, but it took his mind off of things. Leon mistaked a puddle for an ice patch and stomped into it. He grumbled when his boot became soggy but with a quick shake and wipe, he was on his way home. But the sweet sound of happiness clogged his ears. Leon perked his ears up and hunted for the sound.

He jogged over to the metal fence that lined the street. A family was weeping and giggling as they hugged a young woman in a uniform. The camouflage uniform was bedazzled with badges and patches, with a lovely white rope that draped over her side. Leon grabbed the fence to support him as he watched, his mouth slightly open. He slowly grinned into a smile. But it disappeared as he slowly hallucinated Ivan in the uniform. Leon released the fence and scuffled away, his eyes beating down onto the ground in hopes of it giving him comfort. He put his hands on his head and sighed.

December 12, 1999 Approximately 4:43 PM
"Come on! Hurry up Leon!" Damin yelled, his sled rushing behind him. His face was bright red with happiness. "-huff- Damin -huff- your're way too spry for a -huff- 15 year old." Leon wheezed out, jogging along. "What are you so excited about?" Leon yelled, "I don't want my soup to burn, duh!" Damin yelled, turning back to look at Leon. "Damin, it tastes burnt even you cook it right or not." Leon sarcastically said. "You watch me become the best cook in the world!" Damin said, running ahead of Leon. The firewood in the sleds bounced with the terrain of the road, but the noise was drowned out by the two brothers yelling and laughing. Damin was the first to reach the house, his eyes were wide and excited. Leon came in late, he collapsed playfully into the snow, and giggled. "Get up snowflake! Open the door!" Damin said, grabbing the doorknob and twisting open. Damin let go of it immediately, backing up in confusion. "L-Leon" he he stuttered.

"What is it jerk"

"The doors' unlocked."

Leon jolted up, walking to the window. A large black shadow roamed the kitchen. Leon ducked down and started to hyperventilate. "Leon!" Damin whispered. Leon snapped out of it and sighed. He opened the door slowly, pulling out a small pocket knife. "Damin, when I count to three, yank the rug out from under them, can you do that?" Leon ordered. "Yeah, I guess so" Damin said. The tiles in the kitchen creaked and groaned with the movement of the intruder. A small lamp was turned on, showing their silhouette proud and true. The faint sound of plates clinking together hid Leon's entrance. The gap between the two grew smaller and smaller as Leon progressed. He reached the carpet, signaling Damin to grab it. "One, two, three!" Leon said, whipping the knifes blade out. Damin tugged on the rug, but was only able to move it a foot. The person stumbled slightly, grabbing a hold of the edge of the counter. A light yelp came from them as they attempted to stand back up.
Leon yelled and tackled the person to the ground. A loud yell came from both of them, as they fought for what they thought was their life. Damin ran to the dining room and flicked the lights on. Everyone stopped for a second to get a good look at each other. Leon opened his eyes up from the light and saw light purple hair, shocking purple eyes that where just as confused as him. Damin was the first to say something "Ivan?" Ivan looked to Damin and smiled "Hi." he said lightly. Leon focused on Ivan before joyishly smiling and hugging Ivan. Ivan squeezed him back, giggling as he did. They finally let go and stood up, only to have Damin jump onto Ivan.

The room was bright and cheery as they all were finally brought together after spending 4 years apart. Sniffling and laughing could be heard in the halls, along with cheery talks.

"Anyone else want food?" Damin asked, his voice happy with excitement. Ivan and Leon turned to each and laughed lightly, "No thanks Damin, were fine." Leon said, walking over to Damin and picking up a small cup. Ivan sat his elbows on the table and sighed. "What happened while I was gone?" Ivan said, looking around the house. "Well, your sisters moved to Belarus, we stayed here, and Damin got angsty." Leon joked, walking back to the table with coffee. Damin scoffed and leaned against the counter, while Ivan chuckled. "So, tell us Ivan, what where some of your best stories? I bet me and Leon can out-best you." Damin said, straightening himself up. Ivan laughed and pointed at Damin, "I've got more stories than just fire-wood cutting." Ivan said jokingly. Leon was sipping his black coffee and laughing at the two. "Alright then, lay it on me Ivan." Damin said with a grin plastered on his face. Ivan huffed and sat back, "So I was patrolling the streets of Kazan yah?...."
The stories went on for what seemed like hours, each of them leaving the group with pained sides. Damin's belly laughter caused more and more giggles and snickers from the group. Leon finally finished his infamous story on how he bought out the grocery store because he thought the world was ending. Ivan put his hands on his face and continued to laugh. Leon was occasionally out-bursting with laughter while telling the story. By the time they settled down, Damin was asleep in his chair. Ivan looked over and sighed. He smiled and let out another giggle, "I think Damin is done for the night." Ivan stood up, fixing the rope on his chest. Leon admired the sparkly decorations on his suit, and took interest in them all. Ivan gently awoke Damin, before scooping him up. Damin latched himself to Ivan and grumbled, "I guess this is where I go to sleep?" Ivan said, looking at Leon, "Mmph, I guess it's a good time to go to sleep." he said, stretching his arms wide. "Goodnight Leon" Ivan said, disappearing upstairs. "Goodnight Ivan."
The bottom floor was stagnate. No air rushed past the windows, and no creaks could be heard from the floors.

The chaos had subsided

Peacefully, yet suspensefully.

- - -

Leon tripped over a rock hidden in the snow and sent him flying to the ground. He whacked his nose on the ground, but was otherwise fine. He held his nose and cursed lightly as it thumped with the movement of Leon. It slowed down, the pain creeping to a stop. He wiped it off on his rough jacket, scooting into the sidewalk.
He ducked his head and looked at his messages, scrolling through the contacts before resting on one.

Damin Legin
(0) unread messages
(0) unread voice mails
(1,999+) unanswered calls
(0) new calls
(3) new messages

Leon quickly ran to the new messages, taking in each one with fear.

-Happy Birthday Leon.
-I'm not dead.
-Ivan said hello.

Leon sighed and smiled. Even though he rather not hear about Ivan, he was glad that Damin was okay.
Leon stumbled through the lines, fighting to get on the other side.

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Leon's kept his head down as he passed by a crowd who was huddling against the wind. Many giggled and laughed about the cold, some even taking pictures. "Tourists" he muttered, glancing over to the group. He body struck someone else and sent him down onto his back. He yelped and scooted away out of habit. A larger Kalon stood in his way, his hair floating roughly in the sharp winds. "Watch it." He muttered, turning back to the line. Leon opened his mouth to yell at him, but shut it when he realized that it wouldn't do anything. He threw himself up, picking his bag up in the process. Leon muttered under his breath as he passed, looking at the long, grueling line. He turned back to the person he hit and watched them shudder and shake from the cold. An obvious visitor to Russia's powerful winters.
Leon sighed and walked over to him. "12." Leon said softly, looking at the line. "What?" he asked, turning to Leon in confusion. "Booth 12. It's behind those fences and down. They don't scrape that sidewalk, barely anyone knows of it. Only Local's really know about it." Leon said, pulling out a small pair of gloves. Archibald looked at Leon gently, studying the small movements of his face, along with his kind yet disgusted expression. "And why should I listen to you?" Archibald asked, casually standing next too Leon. Leon let out a sigh and unzipped his jacket, revealing a pale yellow dress shirt that carried a badge upon it.
"Border Officer, well more like glorified passport checker. Leon."
He said, handing the gloves to Archibald. "Archibald." he grumbled. "Where are you off to?" Leon asked,
"Anywhere away from my brothers." Archibald said sighing with relief from his cold hands.
"Always fighting it seems like." Archibald muttered. Leon looked over too the side, his mind drifting away. Each snowflake pulled him closer from the real world and throwing him back into his memories.

December 13, 1999 Approximately 3:02 AM
The stairs where cool to the touch as Leon crawled down. A small light from the kitchen poured into the bottom floor, while Ivan was fixing a small cup of coffee. "Can't sleep?" Leon asked, drifting by the doorway. Ivan perked up and looked over, his uniform still blankly on. Ivan delivered a small tired smile and grabbed another cup. "I should ask you." Ivan said, pouring out another cup. Leon chuckled and sat himself in a chair. "Mmph, what time is it?" Leon asked, rubbing his eyes. Ivan pushed his sleeve down and looked at his grayed watch. "I haven't set my watch back to this time-zone, but I think it's maybe 3 in the morning?" Ivan said, shaking his sleeve back down. Leon looked at Ivan and smiled
"Where did you get the watch?" Leon giggled. Ivan looked at his wrist sleeve then back to Leon. "I--I honestly do not know. It just sort of appeared about a year or so after I entered the Military." Ivan said, looking at the face of the clock. "Maybe it's your ghost girl-friend giving you gifts again." Leon joked, snatching the cup of joe out of Ivan's hands.
Ivan blushed and chuckled "At least I have one." he said, sitting ing down in the wooden chairs. Leon flicked a small paper wad at Ivan, hitting him in the cheek. Ivan stopped and breathed, opening his eyes in a daring mood. "You don't really believe I won't take out out even when Damin is asleep do you?" Ivan jokingly asked. "Maybe ,wanta put my money where my mouth is?" Leon countered, leaning back in his chair. Ivan stood up, but plopped back down "No, too lazy." He groaned, taking a few swigs of his coffee. Leon scoffed, drinking the cup before walking over and bringing the pot of coffee to the table.
Ivan perked up and walked to his bag, pulling out a stack of pictures. "I found these at the old house, they were about to finally demolish it, but I managed to snag these." Ivan said, plopping the pictures on the table. Leon lit up and picked a few up, smiling at them.

"Look at Damin, before he cut his hair."

Leon giggled, throwing the picture to Ivan. Ivan looked at it and chuckled "I remember kids at school asking us to tell Damin they thought 'she' was pretty." Ivan giggled and covered his mouth. Leon sat and shook along with Ivan
"Yeah, gosh. Do you remember when Damin went outside with his hair chopped off and all of the 5th graders thought he was an exchange student?" Leon asked, laughing at the thought. Ivan smiled and nodded, still holding the picture of long-haired Damin.
Ivan attempted to slide another picture into his hand, but ended up gently slicing it. He flinched at the smooth pain, throwing the picture onto the table. "You okay Ivan?" Leon asked. Ivan held his hand and blankly stared at it, before a small yet disturbed grin took his face,

"Peachy."

He muttered out. Leon walked to the bathroom, emerging with a small bandage. "Here, I have some ointment if you want." Ivan shook his head and pasted the band-aid on, squeezing and shaking his hand after he finished. Ivan reached over to the photo that sliced him and looked at it.
His smile was filled with memories, not of the memory in the picture, but of the people. "You remember this?" Ivan asked, sliding the picture to Leon. He stared at it before grinning. "Yeah, it was when me, Damin , Papa and Mama had to spend a horrible week at a lake house for an marriage. Gosh who's was it?" Leon asked.
"Wasn't it your uncles?" Ivan asked, his voice slowly becoming smoother and softer. "Yeah, it was Uncle Devon. He was such a jerk. My parents faces when he gave them that cabin." Leon said.

"Yeah, I remember them. I especially remember their faces in the fire."

Ivan said, weaving his fingers together while he creepily grinned. Leon snapped to Ivan in horror.

"Wha-"

"Oops! Let out a little secret Ivan didn't want you too know about."

Ivan said, his voice fluttering with joy. Leon put his arm in the table and held his head
"But you were home-" Leon said, his eyes filled with grief. "Well, I was when the fire started, but little me thought that I should lead the Mafia to your house." Ivan giggled.
"Wh-I-hh" Leon coughed out, his head swarming with emotions.

"You know I actually went in to your house, while the fire was going on, and saw your parents under that beam. I could have helped them but-"

Leon jolted out of his seat and latched onto Ivan's collar, knocking the coffee pot off the table and throwing both of them onto the ground in a fire ball of yelling.

"You?! You did this!?" Leon yelled, sitting on top of Ivan while pinning him down.
"Did I let out another secret, oh dearie m-" Leon shoved Ivan up, gently pinning him to the wall. Ivan held his neck as Leon slowly pushed against it.
"You monster!" Leon shriekied, sobs cracking his voice. Ivan smiled gingerly and looked at Leon carefully
"Well prison doesn't let good men escape Leon."
He choked out. Leon tossed Ivan to the floor, landing him into the coffee pots remains. Ivan yelped after hitting the shards of glass, one of them landing firmly in his arm while the rest scraped and stabbed him. Ivan snapped up, hyperventilating as he looked around

"Wha-I-ngh!"

He groaned, the pain in his arm sweeping into his thoughts.

"Leon? Damin?"

Ivan called, standing up in a small limp. Damin ran down the stairs, halfway tripping before he made it down,
"Is everything ok-"
a shot filled the house as it swept by Ivan's torso, landing in the wall behind him. Ivan screamed and ducked behind a corner. Leon stood in a hunch, clicking the empty case onto the floor.

"Leon!? What are you doing?!"

Damin yelled, hiding behind the corner of the doorway. Leon stared directly at Ivan, huffing and puffing with fury.

"You. You killed them!"

He yelled, running to Ivan. He landed a small punch to his ribs along with a scrape to his face. Ivan ducked and teared up with confusion "Leon! Leon please it wasn't me!"
Ivan pleaded. Damin pushed Leon off, before being accidentally kicked in the jaw. Ivan backed away and realized what or who caused this
"No, no please no!" Ivan whined, grabbing his face and running out the door.

The snow bit at Ivan's ankles....

The Chaos had begun
Though Leon wished it came back

- - -

"Leon, hey Leon!" Archibald Said, pushing Leon's shoulder. "Where is that booth again?" He grumbled. Leon ran his frozen fingers through his hair and looked around. "Down that fence." Leon said, his voice staggering. Archibald nodded and looked at Leon before walking to the fence. "Your welcome." Leon muttered, walking away. The snow grew heavier, but Leon didn't gripe. It comforted him, gave him something to take his mind off of. Even if it was a hurricane of snow.

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Personality//
Leon is a bit of a over-baring person. But after Damin's departure, he constantly try's to help others and act like the protector, just so he can feel like the big brother again. This can make it difficult for people to vibe with Leon without being blanketed by him. He doesn't really see it as being over-protective, but more in a sense of making sure that they know he loves them. Most push him off as a clingy person, but a few see him as their knight in a green jacket.

Life//
His life is fairly simple. He works from 6 AM to 6 PM in the Border Control one Tuesday and Saturday. He doesn't leave his station for much besides for bathroom breaks, since he tends to bring his lunch into the stations with him. In fact, he's the only one who arms that station, so he tends to over decorate with posters from peoples confiscated bags and luggage. But he keeps very few pictures in his so called "office". He only ones he has is of Ivan's two sisters (Whom he visits monthly), one of himself, and one of Damin that was ripped in half to exclude Ivan (but he keeps it in his sock drawer, he doesn't want to lose it).
Outside of work, he does mostly cooking, more specially Chocolate Bonbons, since tourists will buy pretty much anything to bring back home. He also looms scarfs along with the sweets. They are pretty delicate, and can barely keep people warm, but its "folk art" according to Leon. It gives him pocket money to buy groceries with.
He took up wood-whittling a few months after moving to St. Petersburg. Though he can't do much besides an cat and bird, its something to do besides mope around.

After Damin's and Ivan's departure//
After he was left behind, he locked himself in his house for roughy a week before running out of food. He was finally found by the local bartender, who didn't see Leon delivering his fire wood to the other shops and got worried. She kept him in her house for a couple of weeks, before Leon decided to make his way to the main part of St. Petersburg. He sold his old house and managed to snag a small apartment.
Leon worked as a janitor for the next year or so, while Damin was already in the midst of becoming a criminal.
Leon decided to go back to college and finish up his degree in law. It took him another two years to finish, but Leon got through with Cs and Ds. He then took up a job at the Border Control Office, working as a paper sorter. It paid a little under so Leon started to make crafts and treats to sell to incoming travelers. It got him by for the next two years or so, He was then promoted into a Passport checker and Identifier, which took a load off of his shoulders.
Until a rival and enemy of Damin caught whif where his adopted brother was.
They proceeded to torch the place, scorching other buildings around it. Damin was able to get to the scene after the Mafia ran. This was the first time in years the two have ever seen each other. Both didn't talk, they stood silently looking up and down at each other. The only thing to be said was from Damin "Here is my phone number, I missed you." Leon received Damins phone number and still constantly checks it. He started to follow news reports on Mafia activity, and sometimes sends Damin the journals.
Because he had no house, he bunked with a few friends before he saved up to buy a slightly larger apartment than the one he was living in. It was fairly cheap, but it was horrendously out of order. This is when Leon's old Bonbon business came back. He puts part of his job salary towards fixing the place, and relies on his small illegal business to feed him.
He continues to sell treats, and scarfs so he can finish his house. But even to this day, he can't help but hold an on going grudge against Ivan. In his down-time, when he needs to rant or vent, he stalks the internet and reports looking for Ivan. He feels that Ivan was the one that took away his brother, not him.
Leon still secretly hopes that he can either find and kill Ivan.
Or find and hug him.

Coding and Story editing done by Owlie13
Art and Story done by WanSham
Ivan Banenia and Damin Legin are owned by WanSham
Archibald is own by panromantic