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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 20:.

Bonds

It was strange, really, having to take those first few awkward steps towards the bathroom. It wasn't exactly bad but it certainly wasn't as great as being spun around, pushed against a wall, and having your lips assaulted wonderfully which is what the blond did as soon as Chris had continued towards their destination. Chris smiled into the kiss, his right hand curving against the back of Wesker's warm neck, his cold fingers tingling as their numb nerves sprung to life. His left hand somehow wrapped itself around Wesker's body, his hand absentmindedly finding it's way to the blonde's midback where he used the leverage to pull the blond into him.

The sudden closeness and wanton desire shown by Chris caused Wesker to growl and push the brunet harder into the wall. Chris made a small muffled noise at the roughness but made no action to protest. Instead, his right hand slid down Wesker's front and began unzipping the tight black shirt pressed into him. His lips moved against Wesker's in perfection, their tongues playing and teeth clashing in urgency.

Wesker soon shrugged off the shirt, allowing it to fall to the hallway floor before they began moving again. It was difficult for the two of them; Chris had managed to turn around and was now walking backwards down the hallway, still attached to Wesker, while the blond guided him. His back hit the doorway of the bathroom and he was soon pressed against the sink, Wesker kicking at the door to close behind the two. With the satisfying sound of the bathroom door slamming, Chris yanked off his shirt and Wesker, having to break away from Chris anyway, bent towards the shower to start the water.

The shower itself was half bath and was definitely larger than most which left very little moving room in the small bathroom. A sliding glass door separated the room from the shower, the glass distorting the contents on the opposite side just enough to leave little to the imagination. Once the sound of streaming water began reverberating through the room, the two continued at their task, their lips reconnecting hastily as they both began at their own pants. Chris was first to get his off, hesitantly keeping his boxers on despite the situation, while Wesker followed, kicking both pants and undergarments to the side.

Wesker's hands began traveling over Chris's body, first sliding over his shoulders before descending onto his stomach and finally the thin cloth that was tenting over Chris's lower half. The blond pulled from the kiss, receiving a small noise from Chris, as his eyes flashed to the surprise piece of clothing. He raised his eyes back to Chris's unsure lip biting expression.

Chris had nothing to hide; The brunet was rather proud of his body and didn't mind the opportunity to show it off (especially to Wesker) but he still hesitated when it came to actually exposing himself. Wesker smirked at Chris's growing light blush and slowly, without breaking eye contact, began pulling the undergarment down. With his forefingers latched on the waistband, he was able to push them until they about mid-knee before they dropped on their own accord. Chris was chewing furiously on his lip at this point and was soon pulled into another kiss, both tasting iron as Chris had chewed directly into his bottom lip.

Neither seemed to mind, Wesker even seemed to respond well to the taste, and they were soon under the scolding hot stream of the shower. Chris was getting most of the stream, his hair drenched and now sticking to a wet forehead. Wesker's front, as it was pressed against Chris, was the only part of him that was wet. Chris smirked and leaned back slightly, pulling Wesker with him. The blond didn't protest too much as his hair was suddenly overcome with the torrent of water causing the once perfect hair to come completely undone. Chris pulled from the kiss to shake the hair from his face and laughed quietly as Wesker began quickly trying to fix his hair. Chris pushed Wesker back a few steps and they were soon reconnected at the mouth, the water now beating down Chris's back, and thus, out of the way. The rhythmic pounding of the heated water on Chris's back combined with the warm assaulting his front was taking from Wesker soon began causing his entire body to heat up and, in no time at all, his own hot body was radiating onto Wesker's.

Soon enough, the steam clouding around the room was so thick that Chris was beginning to feel suffocated and yet that still wasn't enough to stop Wesker as he finally took the initiative and pushed the brunet against the plasterboard wall of the shower. The wall dented in slightly as Wesker pressed his body into Chris's and Chris had to pull from the harsh kiss to speak.

"Touch me, damn it," He growled and pulled Wesker by the neck back into the kiss.

Wesker, now smirking, obeyed; His right hand slid between them, though he had to pull his body from Chris's which meant pulling from the kiss to readjust his position. Wesker's left hand stayed poised on Chris's waist while his right began slowly stroking Chris's member. Chris's head fell back against the wall and he sighed as Wesker touched him.

"Everything is prepared in the bedroom," Wesker spoke smoothly and Chris almost didn't hear him over the flow of water as he was lost in his own bliss.

"Wha- What's ready?" Chris asked hazily as Wesker was skillfully handling him.

Wesker simply smirked and pulled his hand from Chris before rinsing it off in the water stream. Completely ignoring Chris, he began washing himself while the brunet watched him in shock. Chris continued to watch as Wesker quickly ran his hands through his hair and stepped out.

"If you are as lost as you look, perhaps you should follow me," Wesker suggested from outside of the shower. Chris watched Wesker's distorted form through the glass as the blond dried himself and left the room. Chris quickly followed, shutting off the water with haste before jumping out to grab a towel.

Chris wrapped the towel around his waist and crossed the hall into their bedroom. Wesker had his towel around his waist loosely and he was sitting on the edge of the bed when Chris entered the room. The room itself was dark despite the fact that it was midday outside. The balcony door had the curtains drawn leaving only streams of light to escape around the edges. The single light that usually lit the room was off and the simple glow from the balcony was enough to light the room.

"In the bedside table," Wesker said and watched Chris as he made his way over to the small table.

Chris sat on the side of the bed and opened the small drawer; Inside was a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube. The brunet looked at the contents almost in shock as he slowly realized what was happening. He felt the bed shift and was suddenly wrapped in warmth while his neck was assaulted by a pair of lips. Chris realized the sudden warmness was Wesker's torso against his back and his arms currently encircling him and turned his head until his cheek touched Wesker's. Wesker kissed and nipped his way to Chris's lips and they were soon entangled with each other, towels tossed aside.

Somehow, Chris had ended up straddling Wesker's lap while the two of them were still kissing. Wesker had retrieved the contents of the drawer in their struggle to get into their current position and was currently trying to rip open a condom package without looking at it.

"W-Wait-"

"Do you always talk this much during sex?" Wesker asked in annoyance as he finally gave up, put the edge to his mouth and pulled the wrapper open with ease.

"I-I'm just confused. I thought you said-"

"Chris, I believe this is something we could discuss after," Wesker said firmly before grabbing Chris, pulling him down and rolling so that Wesker was now kneeling between Chris's legs while Chris was on his back.

"Y-Yeah okay," Chris muttered as Wesker smirked and grabbed for the lube. "When did you-" A glance from Wesker made Chris stop and simply lay back.

With the silence, Wesker opened the tube and squeezed a considerable amount over the pads of his fingers. He put the tube aside and spread some of the cold substance at Chris's opening. The brunet shivered and sat up, his forearms supporting him so he could look to what Wesker was doing.

"Relax, pet," Wesker muttered and Chris nodded. Wesker inserted two fingers together and Chris tensed in shock.

"Damn," He groaned and took a few deep breaths to relax himself again.

When Wesker felt Chris relax around his digits, he began the preparation process. He scissor, rubbed, and probed until Chris was moaning to continue. Wesker had purposely missed Chris's prostate several times and simply had the brunet wanting to be filled as he inserted his third finger. Chris welcomed it, despite the dull pain that was dwelling under the simple pleasure. Whilst preparing Chris, Wesker was able to pull on the condom and slick it up slightly with his free hand wishing to waste absolutely no time as they were both hard. Wesker pulled his fingers from Chris, receiving a small whine from the brunet, and prepared himself at Chris's entrance. Hooking his arms under the insides of Chris's knees to lift him slightly, Wesker slowly began pushing in. Chris cried out at the sudden intrusion that was much more than he expected from small preparation and Wesker stopped until Chris urged him to continue.

They continued like that until Wesker was fully in and Chris was simply panting in both pain and pleasure. Wesker slowly shifted until he was laying over Chris, his arms on either side of Chris's head, and reconnected their lips. Chris happily accepted the kiss, their jaws moving against each other until Wesker pulled away, just slightly, to motion that he was going to continue. Chris nodded and Wesker proceeded to pull out and push in, his hips jolting himself deeply into Chris. The brunet moaned through closed lips as Wesker slowly began picking up a steady pace.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room causing Chris to feel slightly dirty but in amazing ways. Wesker reached down with his right arm and lifted Chris's left leg up and over his shoulder. This was a bit uncomfortable and forced Wesker to readjust but the blond was now hitting Chris's prostate head on causing him to get simply lost in bliss.

"I-I'm.. Not… going to h-hold out.. Much longer," Chris moaned as he was suddenly very aware of the pressure building in his stomach and the fact that both of their bodies were radiating glorious amounts of heat.

Wesker nodded hastily to Chris and picked up his speed with ease as he was now bending over Chris on his knees instead of laying over him. At this point, it took everything Chris had not to reach down and stroke himself to completion because this wasn't just about his pleasure; it was about Wesker being the one to push him over the edge and make him feel utterly amazing- and he did just that.

Chris came soon after, tensing and thus causing an unsuspecting blond to follow closely behind him. Wesker sighed and let Chris's leg fall back on the bed as he, slowly, laid himself on Chris. The brunet certainly didn't complain as Wesker claimed his lips slowly and sensually kissed him until Chris just couldn't take it and had to pull from the amazing kiss.

"I've never been so damn confused in my life," Chris muttered and Wesker chuckled. Without responding, Wesker rolled off of Chris, pulling the dirty condom off and tossing it into the already set up trashcan beside the bed.

"You can never just accept a situation. You have to question it and over-think it, don't you?" Wesker asked and Chris pulled himself into a sitting position, his exposed back against the cool headboard.

"No, you should know that by now," Chris shot back and Wesker chuckled again. "I think I deserve an explanation."

"I suppose you do," Wesker muttered and mirrored Chris by sitting up against the headboard. "Simply, the situation has changed. Now that the serum has finished and my last remaining contact is no longer cooperating with me, I'm left with my last alternative which includes you."

"And what's made it change exactly? A week or so ago, you were giving me an ultimatum and now-"

"I told you, my last remaining contact is no longer cooperating with me. I hadn't planned for that when I perfected the serum and you, being you, pulled yourself into my alternative by forcing me to live here," Wesker spoke clearly, causing Chris to give him an unbelieving look.

"I didn't force y-"

"Pet, you really must learn to pick your battles." Chris knew full well that admitting that he was the one who forced Wesker to move in was the only way Wesker would ever see the situation to save his own pride so the brunet merely nodded.

"Fine, I forced you. Whatever lets you sleep at night," Chris muttered and Wesker sighed quietly but said nothing in return. "So- what? Is this you offering some sort of commitment?"

"You could say that," Wesker said before slipping off the bed. "Believe what you wish, Christopher. For now, I'm off to have a proper shower. You're welcome to join me, of course, but I daresay there won't be much actual showering involved if you do. Up to you," Wesker left the room and Chris soon followed looking more shocked than anything.

Once the two men had showered and were fully clean, they returned to bed. It was late evening now and neither had questioned or objected to simply slipping into bed to relax for the night. Wesker's arms had immediately laid out for Chris to pull himself into them and the brunet was now laying his head on Wesker's bare chest. Wesker's arm was draped lazily over Chris's waist while Chris's finger was tracing lines on Wesker's chest.

"You don't find this weird? At all?" Chris mumbled quietly, breaking their peaceful silence as he always did.

"I've been in relationships before, Chris. As I said, I have no problem with fucking a hero," Chris could hear the smirk in his voice as he said this and realized it was Wesker's version of a joke, unlike before.

"Yeah well I have a bit of a problem being in a relationship with a villain," Chris muttered, taking on his hero role rather well.

"You weren't complaining earlier and you had quite a few chances."

"I guess but before, I was just being technical; You're a mercenary now, not exactly a villain, you know?" Chris snorted and Wesker chuckled.

"I suppose. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Pet," Wesker wasn't stupid enough to tell Chris there was no sides when you were a mercenary and he listened to whoever paid him to listen.

Chris had a strong urge to push the man off the bed but refrained and, instead, found himself asleep soon after.

RING.

Chris groaned and rolled over, suddenly feeling rather cold an empty though not necessarily awake enough to care.

RING.

Chris groaned again but this time, opened his eyes slightly, waiting for the loud noise that was bothering him to happen again.

RING.

The phone. Chris reached out and grabbed it, putting the annoying this to his ear.

"Mm-hello?" He muttered.

"Chris? Hi! I'm sorry, did I wake you?" The voice on the other end of the line sounded awfully familiar to the brunet but he simply couldn't pinpoint it in his exhausted state. He sat up, shaking his head until he realized the woman couldn't see him.

"N-No. Well, yeah, but it's fine. Um who-?"

"Oh! Right, sorry, this is Kylie from the precinct, Claire's friend. We met a few days ago, remember?"

"Y-Yeah, of course," Chris yawned out and glanced at the time.

7:15.

"Does the office need help?" Chris asked and heard a giggle as a response.

"No, no. Today's my day off and Claire suggested we spend the day together. You know, just to get to know each other a little?"

"That sounds great, really, but I-" Chris looked beside him and realized Wesker was gone.

His mission. Right.

"Actually-" He sighed and stared at the empty spot beside him. "-Yeah, alright. We can hang out today. Is Claire joining us?"

"Not until later, unfortunately."

Kylie told Chris to meet him at a shopping center at around ten and the two said their goodbyes. Chris considered calling his sister but decided against it as he laid down and tried for several more hours of sleep before he had to get up.

RING.

Chris groaned again and grabbed for the phone.

"What?" He answered.

"Someone's grumpy."

"Claire, why are you calling at-" Chris looked up. "Seven thirty in the morning? Better yet, why are you telling yours friends to call me this early in the morning?"

"I thought you might be lonely today and Kylie suggested we all go out for lunch. Since I had to work, she was perfectly fine with just spending some time with you and before you ask, I've already set her straight so you don't have to feel pressured and-"

"I've already said yes. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Oh, you did? Alright then, get your precious sleep. Oh, before you go-" Chris groaned. "-I spoke to Jill. They've got quite a few teams searching through Africa looking for Wesker but she hasn't had any luck."

"I wonder why," Chris muttered sarcastically and he heard Claire sigh.

"Yeah well Sheva's convinced he's left the country. In fact, they started questioning me. They asked if you've been acting different lately and what I think about the situation," Claire said, worry lacing her words.

"What did you say?" Chris asked carefully.

"I said you were angry at them and I think what they're doing is wrong. I simply told them that you were acting normal and I was giving you the support that they should be giving which made Jill feel pretty bad, I think."

"Anything else?"

"No. I tried asking when they'd want you back but the entire organization has heard about the incident and its gotten really out of hand. Jill is in over her head because she was in the same position so now they're questioning her loyalty and it's just a terrible mess. Sheva's already dealing with the African division but Jill really needs help in the English one. She asked me to come back and assist but I refused. I told her it was for work but I'm honestly a bit upset with her too," Claire said and Chris smiled.

"Thanks Claire, that means a lot."

"Chris! Over here!"

Chris looked up to see Kylie waving over at him from the entrance of the mall. She, like him, was wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top. Her brown hair was down, her long hair reaching the middle of her back, and she was clinging to a small purse. Chris waved back and made his way across the parking lot, greeting her with a small smile as she beamed at him with bright brown eyes.

"It's good to see you again, Chris. How've you been?" She asked before motioning towards the entrance. He nodded and the two made their way in.

The mall itself was only two stories but stretched out to have quite a number of stores. Chris was never one who enjoyed shopping much but he figured spending time with a coworker would help him fit in at his new job, volunteer or not.

"Fine, things have just been a little hectic lately," Chris said truthfully.

"Oh yeah, Claire told me about that," Chris stopped and blinked at her. Kylie stopped and turned on her heel, looking at him. "O-Oh no, don't get me wrong. She didn't actually tell me anything. She just explained that your work schedule is clashing with your personal life and everything is a little complicated right now. Believe me, I totally get it."

Chris took a deep breath and nodded absentmindedly. He didn't exactly expect his sister to run off and tell her friend everything but he didn't expect Claire to try to play matchmaker either- his sister really was unpredictable sometimes.

"I'm assuming you know what's been happening in the B.S.A.A lately?"

"A little," Kylie responded as they began walking again. "I use to work with Claire but when things for the police office were getting hectic, I offered to help them permanently. Since then, I've been kept out of the loop of the anti-bioterrorist organizations. Last I heard, Africa was being targeted for black market deals that were pretty serious."

"You aren't too far behind then," Chris responded and she laughed, shaking her head.

"I guess not. Claire tries to keep me updated but most of it is pretty top secret government information," Kylie suddenly stopped and grabbed Chris's upper arm. "There's a place here that you might enjoy. I just remembered- Come on!"

She suddenly took off, pulling the confused male along with her. Eventually, Chris had taken to running on his own and they were weaving around and through people, yelling back apologies whenever they had the misfortune of hitting someone. They had run to the opposite end of the mall where most people seemed to avoid. They were both panting but laughing and Chris, looking around, finally asked-

"What exactly were you-"

"Here," Kylie pointed to a store that was completely blocked off. There were no windows and the door was completely tinted. If it hadn't been for the large sign that read 'shooting range', Chris never would have guessed the place was even open.

"Indoor shooting range… at a mall?"

"It's not very popular but this is where most of the officers hang out," she said as they approached the door.

To Chris's surprise, they didn't need to pay for their elongated time due to Kylie's acquaintance with the owner and the two simply spent time shooting different types of guns that were available. They talked, laughed, and bonded quite a bit. Kylie learned that Chris indeed lived up to his old title as sharpshooter and Chris learned that Kylie was better than most at the precinct.

It was nearly five by the time they realized the day was half gone and they agreed to get something to eat. Rather than spending time in the food court surrounded by all the people, they decided it was best to slip into one of the lesser crowded, though more expensive, restaurants and settled on sharing a meal. The restaurant itself was fancy, especially for being inside of a mall, and the two of them sat in one of the booths that lined the walls. The seats were maroon red while the tables had marble murals of Italian art depicted into them.

"Claire was right, you two are really alike," Kylie said with a quiet laugh just after the waiter took their orders.

"Yeah, just not the same taste in guys, apparently," It had come up several times throughout the day that Chris was dating (he didn't correct her) a man and apparently, Claire had made it very clear that she wasn't happy about it.

"You should hear her talk about him; It's almost like he's abusive or- Oh no, he isn't, is he? Damn, I'm sorry, forget I said anyth-" Chris let out a laugh and shook his head, thanking the waiter as he returned with their beverages.

"No, it's nothing like that. Claire has every right to be cautious. He is just-"

"According to her, he's terrible."

"Is that all you two talked about last night? My relationship?" Chris asked, internally feeling a shiver run up his spine at the word.

"When Claire gets a little tipsy, she can rant forever about things. Last night, it was you. Well, Albert to be specific."

Chris almost burst out laughing.

"Albert?"

"That's his name, right? Claire kept calling him by his last name, Whisker, but eventually I had to ask if that was his real name. She said it was just his last name and his first name was Albert. That's right, isn't it?"

Chris, again, almost burst out laughing.

"His last name is Wesker but yeah, that's his first name; It's just… Nobody refers to him by that," Chris explained simply, a smile on his lips.

"Wesker, huh? Sounds sexy," she giggled and Chris snorted. "Albert sounds so much more normal, though. I don't understand why you wouldn't just use that."

"Wesker isn't normal. Besides, it just sort of played out like that. If he hadn't been my captain-"

"Your cap- In S.T.A.R.S?!"

Chris really hadn't meant to say that. He truly, sincerely, hadn't. It simply slipped out and he was suddenly caught with an utterly shocked young woman in front of him who looked as if she was about to explode with questions.

"Y-Yeah. We have quite a strange past," Chris muttered and Kylie nodded.

"I bet. So is that why Claire doesn't trust him? Your past?"

"Yes, that's exactly it. She was there, she saw most of it and none of it was nice. I suppose our relationship is another thing that sort of just played out strangely. Hell, I didn't even know I was gay and I may still not be," Chris shrugged.

"Claire will be happy to hear that. She really wants us together, you know. I learned all about you while you were gone. She told me about your time in the military and your S.T.A.R.S days- I have to say it was really impressive," She said just as her phone began to ring.

"Thanks but it really wasn't as great as it sounds," Chris muttered as she pulled her phone out absentmindedly. "A lot of people were lost in Raccoon City including most of S.T.A.R.S."

"Oh I know, it was a terrible tragedy," she said sadly, her phone in her hand but her eyes on Chris. "I just meant-"

"I know," Chris smiled and nodded to her phone. "Who was that?"

"Oh, It's Claire," Kylie said before reading the text. "I guess she's here. Hold on-"

A short phone call and food order change later, Claire was sitting beside Kylie chatting away with her female friend while her brother sat across from her, listening intently at their conversation. They were simply talking about her day and a mutual friend who Chris hadn't even caught the name of but it was nice for the male. He liked seeing his sister so happy in her workplace and it was a mundane sort of happiness but a happiness nonetheless.

"So what did you two do all day?"

And so, they went into a conversation about there day and ended just as the food arrived.

"Kylie thought Wesker's name was 'Whisker'," Chris said causing Claire to laugh mid drink and choke slightly on the contents.

"I wonder what he would do if I called him Whisker the next time I spoke to him," Claire said absentmindedly after recovering, a napkin in her now drenched lap as she had spilled soda all over herself.

"You never speak to him so it could be quite a while," Chris muttered and Claire shot him a dangerous glance.

"You really don't like him, do you, Claire?" Kylie asked carefully before taking bites into her Italian pizza that she and Chris had decided to split.

"You could say that," She muttered before doing the same to her spaghetti.

"That must be a little difficult for you to handle, Chris. I mean your sister, who you love, hating the man that you potentially-"

"Hey!" Both Claire and Chris snapped causing Kylie to stop talking almost immediately.

"Right, sorry. I shouldn't be getting into it," Kylie said quickly, visibly inching away from Claire and against the inner part of the booth.

"Oh stop it, you know how I am about him and Chris is a guy so he's not going to be able to accept his feelings," Claire said, nudging her with a smile.

"You really give me no credit, do you?" Chris asked causing Claire to stick her tongue out at him.

It really was as if they were teenagers again but it seemed that's how they acted whenever they were given the chance to hang out together. They were siblings after all and it came naturally when they were in relaxed settings. It was almost nearly the same when they were forced into a serious situation; Their sibling feelings would take over and they could easily be the best partners to each other- something that was easily proved on Rockfort Island.

"Oh! I almost forgot. The office will need you tomorrow, Chris. I hope that's alright. I was suppose to call you tomorrow but since we're here," she trailed off and Chris nodded.

"Yeah, one early morning phone call is enough, thank you," he muttered and Claire laughed.

"You know, you use to be a morning person," Claire said absentmindedly as she nibbled into her food.

"That was before I had someone keeping me up at night," Chris snapped playfully causing Claire to groan.

"Oh come on, don't tell me thaaaaat," she whined, dropping her fork with a clatter onto her plate.

"Oh really?" Kylie asked scandalously causing Claire to glare at her.

"You are not going to get my brother to talk about his sex life in front of me, thank you very much!" she snapped almost desperately and Chris laughed.

"Relax, Claire. I have no intention on telling either one of you anything about my relationship life."

"Aww," Kylie sighed and turned to Claire. "Oh, have you told Chris about that guy you've been dating?"

"KYLIE!" Claire said desperately, her voice going well above what it should have in a public location.

"Sorry, sorry! I thought you would have told him. You two are just so close and-"

"You're dating someone? Who is he?" Chris asked, big brother instincts flaring as Claire continued to glare at her friend.

"Oh, I'm sure you've seen him! He a police officer at-"

"KYLIE!"

"Oh, sorry. Forget I said anything," she muttered and returned to her food earning a very desperate look from Claire which she promptly either ignored or simply didn't see.

"Yeah, like he's going to just forget that," Claire muttered and Chris frowned.

Despite what was said, Chris agreed to forget it and added a warning that when the time came for Claire to introduce them, he would simply turn into 'overly protective older brother Chris'. Claire was perfectly fine with that and the relaxed conversation continued until they were all finished with their meals.

"Well Albert should be back by now," Chris said, glancing at his phone and stressing Wesker's first name, successfully receiving a sneer from Claire.

"Ugh, Albert," she groaned. "I think I'll just stick to calling him 'Wesker'," Claire muttered, standing up. "But I should go too."

"You two are so weird. It feels so formal to call him by his last name, doesn't it? I mean, he isn't your captain anymore so why not-"

"It's a personal thing, Kylie," Claire said with a sigh. "Even I don't really understand it but it's just how it works, I guess."

"If I ever meet this guy, I'm calling him by his name. Maybe even 'Al' for short." Kylie mused.

"Kylie, if you ever meet him and feel the need to call him 'Al', then by all means do so," Claire said with a chuckle as Chris held back a laugh.

Walking into his dark apartment momentarily worried Chris. He frowned and flipped on a switch, tossing his keys on the counter after shutting the door behind him.

"Wesker?"

It wasn't a very loud call but it was a call nonetheless. The brunet looked down the hall and was surprised to see it dark throughout the house. He made his way through the apartment, checking the very few rooms they had before ending up on the balcony- No Wesker in sight.

Chris checked his cellphone and sighed at the time.

8:34

It was still early, especially for mercenary mission standards so Chris simply turned on his heel and entered their bedroom, eyeing the discarded duffle bag in the corner.

Everything hurt. His back was aching horribly, his entire right side was in pain, his leg was throbbing and on the verge of being completely numb. He could hear the faint sound of fire crackling and finally willed himself to open his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the scattered plane parts surrounding him. He didn't try to sit up, he simply laid there, looking around to the things that were in his line of vision.

The crackling fire sound was from the plane they had been on. It was in large pieces scattered around him while a good chunk of it sat in the middle of a lava pool. He blinked at the molten hot magma and looked around further. Sheva was nearby him, though unconscious, and they were safely on an island in the middle of all the lava.

Groaning, he began trying to sit up, his back practically screeching at him to stop. He ignored it, stupidly, and sat on his knees, his right leg immediately giving out forcing him to lean on his left leg instead. He did a once over on his arms, seeing open, bleeding wounds but nothing serious.

Now the question was, where was Wesker?

When Chris finally awoke, he was on the floor telling him that Wesker was still not there and that his memory was still making its way back to him. He groaned, holding his head as it was currently pounding in the dimly lit room. He looked up and over the bed, his eyes landing on the clock.

10:48

He'd been unconscious for quite some time and the later it got, the more worry grew in Chris. He waited a moment before standing up, letting himself fall onto the empty bed as he was hit with a dizzy spell.

"Damnit Wesker, where are you?"
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