Chapter I

Not Dead Yet

Hate...hate was the only thing that Albert Wesker felt as he pulled himself to the edge of the rocks within the volcano he had been defeated in by Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar. But within that hate he knew something; he was still alive, and Uroboros had kept him that way. As Wesker climbed onto the rock, he held his head and groaned in pain, his body was still adjusting to Uroboros and it still needed to complete its regeneration. His legs had been burned away up to his upper thighs, leaving only parts of his bone with thin layers of muscle holding everything together. Wesker crawled to the edge of the volcano and leaned against the rocky wall and took the moment to reflect on what had happened. His plans to build a new world order had fallen apart, and he had been shot in the head with two RPG-7 rockets, narrowly escaping with his life. He looked on as his legs regenerated back to their normal appearance, layer after layer of muscle followed by skin.

After what he calculated as roughly twenty minutes he stood back up and looked at the moonlight filtering in through the narrow opening of the volcano. From its place in the starlit sky, he guessed it was roughly midnight. By now, most of his body had returned to its normal state, as Uroboros had finally adjusted to his body. However, now realizing most of his clothes had been destroyed in the battle; he located a fireproof crate from the wreckage of the Assault Bomber that had some spare clothes and the extra cash he'd brought. He undid the latches and opened the metal container. He quickly removed what was left of his tattered outfit and put on his spare set. With one solid jump, he managed to escape the volcano and land on edge of rock, overlooking the vast jungle.

"Damnit…getting out of here is going to be a pain" Wesker said under his breath.

The fact that Chris and the others think him dead would play out quite nicely to his advantage. But the first thing he had to do was get back to his hideout, and who knows how long that'll take. He jumped and landed with a loud bang on the ground. He didn't waste any time in attempting to find some sort of airfield so that he could get to America, where he knew he still had an operational hideout. Wesker decided to put his genetically enhanced speed to good use to get to the nearest village. He moved in intervals, and took breaks when he needed to, until he eventually came upon a small town with an airport that had a smoothed out dirt runway on the other side of it. The town was mostly baron, and most people were fast asleep by now. The gate to the airport was in sight, when a strange figure stepped out of the darkness. The person was tall with a slender build. He had brown messy hair with a white skull-like mask covering the right portion of his face. He had a unique uniform that consists of a white jacket; black sash holding a katana in its sheath, white hakama, black tabi and white zōri.

Impressive.

However what caught Weskers attention the most was the fact that he had a hole straight through the center of his chest where he could see right through him to the airfield behind.

Wesker stopped.

"Are you blocking my way intentionally?" Wesker asked rhetorically.

The man stood silent for several moments.

"…Are you Albert Wesker?" He asked.

Wesker smirked at the question, curious as to who this person was or why he was holding him up.

"The one and only, who's asking?" Wesker said.

The strange man replied without hesitation and drew his Katana with his right hand. "I am an Arrancar, and I've been sent by Lord Aizen to destroy you before you can destroy The World of the Living before he can complete his plans."

Weskers smirk faded as he furrowed his brow. Who was this Lord Aizen? Why would he be interested in his affairs anyway? And why would he dare challenge him like this? And to send some lackey to do it none the less.

Wesker stood still, the wind blowing past him, making his leather trench coat flutter with it. A fight would undoubtedly ensue, however, Albert Wesker was always ready for one, and now that he was stronger than ever with Uroboros he had no doubt of his victory…

This is my first crossover fanfic, and I haven't played the old Resident Evil games but I do research the characters and Albert Wesker is my favorite :P but I'm hoping to continue this and am open to suggestions. If I mess up on anything please let me know, and I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and comment!