A/N: To commemorate the over hyped repair of my laptop screen, I decided to upload the first chapter of this, like I'd promised before the actual incident when the laptop was damaged. So, usual stuff.

This story is a direct continuation of my crossover between Resident Evil: Extinction and Black Rock Shooter. As such, the respective rights and characters respectively belong to Capcom, Constantin Films and Huke. This is a fan made story, no copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any of the depicted characters in any form.

Now that those are dealt with, here's Way of the Blade 2! Enjoy!


The sun rose beautifully on the horizon, bringing about yet another day in the Nevada desert as the members of Claire Redfield's convoy of survivors got out of their beds and vehicles, ready to take on another day on the roads.

Alice was - as always - one of the first awake, but most unusually, her partner - and fellow early riser - was not at her side.

"Where the Hell are you, Kiddo?" Alice muttered to herself as she marched out of the farmhouse where the convoy had set up camp for the past two days.

Scanning the yard, she suddenly cocked her head towards the closed off barn, a smirk rising on her face. "Found you!" She declared triumphantly as she walked towards the presence she detected inside.

Throwing the doors wide open, Alice stared inside, still sensing her partner's presence, but not catching sight of her. A few moments later, she heard movement above her and looked up to see an amusing sight in the overhead hayloft.

"Yo." Alice smirked at the hay mixed into Black Rock Shooter's hair, clearly she'd slept in the hayloft all night after her escape from the Las Vegas Umbrella lab. "Slept in here, I take it."

"Problem with that?" Black Rock Shooter smirked, her tail swaying behind her head as she spoke. "It was the first place we found that was anywhere near comfortable and quiet enough to actually sleep."

"We?" Alice raised an eyebrow, but remembered that Black Rock Shooter had last been seen with her clone twin sister, White Rock Shooter. "Oh, is White up there with you too?"

"Yeah, still asleep. Hang on, I'll get her up." Black's head ducked back into the shadows for a moment, out of Alice's sight.

Black said something in Japanese, and White's soft groan meant she was awake. A moment later, both of them appeared at the edge of the hayloft, White was cutely rubbing her eyes with one hand as she appeared, dozens of pieces of hay tangled in her hair.

"You two hungry? Better grab something to eat before we get back on the road. Claire's not very pleased with staying here for two days." Alice announced as she watched White and Black share a glance with each other.

"We'll be right down. Grab us a can." Black nodded down to Alice, then momentarily disappeared, leaving Alice to stare at White with a raised eyebrow.

"What is she doing?" Alice asked, but White turned back to see Black suddenly toss her white duster at her, causing her to panic as it covered her face. "Oh."

White finally grabbed her duster and pulled it off her face, gasping in panic before shrugging it on properly and jumping straight down from the hayloft, quickly followed by Black, who - just to show off - performed a graceful forward flip before landing with one leg straight out and her sheathed katana held in her raised left hand.

"Done showing off, Kiddo? We've got to get going." Alice smirked before spinning on her heel. "Four stars for the effort, though."

"Old habit, I guess." Black smirked, but silently walked out of the barn after Alice. White quickly followed, clearing off the stalks of hay still clinging to her hair and body.

"You do such things often, Sister?" White asked as she managed to remove the last of the hay from her hair.

"She has her moments, Sport." Alice smirked over her shoulder, her expression extremely coy as she rewarded White with a nickname. "Right, Kiddo?" She turned her gaze to Black, who said nothing to deny the claim.

"Sport?" White genuinely showed confusion at the name, but Black gave her the answer right away - surprisingly - in Japanese.

"Nickname. Mine's Kiddo."

Without missing a beat, White responded in perfect Japanese, now fully aware of her linguistic knowledge. "I understand now! So that is what she has been calling you, Onee-sama!"

"Was that...?" Alice slowly turned to face the twins, shock evident in her expression. "What the Hell?!"

"It was indeed." Ada's sly voice came from nearby, and Alice turned in time to see Ada join in their Japanese conversation with a shrewd smile on her face as she stared directly at Alice's shocked face.

"You can't be serious!" Alice almost pouted, unable to understand more than a few very basic words. "That's playing dirty!"

"Not our fault you're not bilingual." Black suddenly switched to English to tease Alice before returning to yammering away in Japanese with her family.

Alice marched directly up to Black, dead serious expression and spoke into her ear. "I can play dirty too. Just remember that, Kiddo."

Black winked at Alice, but gave no reply otherwise as Alice marched away towards Claire as she escorted K-Mart towards the slowly growing food line at the rear of the M35.

"Something wrong?" Claire immediately picked up on the negative emotions that Alice was radiating, and instinctively went onto the defensive.

"I need to learn another language." Alice replied flatly as she silently fumed to herself.

"Let me guess... Japanese?" Claire smirked, which instantly set Alice off with anger. "She's fucking with you, isn't she?"

"Shut up!" Alice crossed her arms and averted her gaze, embarrassed.

"She is. I'm still trying to figure out what they're saying from here." K-Mart admitted, her gaze locked on Black's mouth from their current position across the yard.

"You can lip read?" Alice suddenly lost her bad mood, intrigue on her face as she watched K-Mart's lips silently forming the unfamiliar Japanese words she was watching.

"Yeah, kinda picked it up when I was still in school. I'd watch conversations and eventually mastered it."

"Remind me to try it out at some point." Alice grinned, since she grasped the concept very quickly. Maybe she could use it against the twins and Ada at some point?


Black and White continued to converse back and forth to each other in Japanese during the morning drive, both of them seated on Ada's thighs to conserve space in the back seats. Black was well aware of White's lack of actual concrete memories, but she seemed to have basic understanding of the world around her. So, she decided to entertain White - and Ada - with some stories from both before and after the outbreak started.

"... So he tried to slap Mato's ass, but he missed and got the teacher's instead! Even I laughed as the teacher decided not to punish, but embarrass him."

"What did the Sensei do to embarrass the boy, Onee-sama?" White had been eagerly listening, her eyes full of wondrous awe at the stories Black was telling her.

"He smiled and said, 'And here I thought you liked girls, you little devil.'" Black grinned before adding. "But the change of voice he used is what made it funny."

Ada and White both began to chuckle, and Black quickly noticed that Alice was eyeing them in confusion at the sudden outburst of laughter.

"Any plans to switch back to English at some point, Kiddo?" Alice raised an eyebrow, directly staring into Black's luminescent eyes.

"Eventually..." Black smirked when Ada and White stopped laughing, but continued on with her next story as she returned to speaking Japanese. "So, this next one's a bit long..."

"FOR FUCK SAKE!" Alice suddenly exploded with rage, her eyes blazing with blue light. "ENGLISH, SPEAK FUCKING ENGLISH!"

"Jesus Christ, Alice! What the fuck was that for?!" Claire barked at Alice's outburst. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Before Alice could do more than breathe heavily through her gritted teeth, White actually began to cry, the tears welling up in her scarlet eyes as she whimpered. She suddenly dove towards Alice, taking her by surprise as she wrapped her arms around Alice's body and apologized repeatedly in English.

"Waaah, Alice, do not be mad! I am sorry!"

Black actually expected White - being so innocent and even naive - to break down into tears at some point. She didn't expect it to be so sudden.

"Alice, what's wrong with us speaking Japanese?" Black took advantage of Alice's brief confusion at White's actions to try speaking to her. "Sure, me and Ada are native speakers, but White isn't. We were testing just how much of the language she knows."

"So what were you talking about?" Alice asked, seemingly calm now.

"I was telling her stories from back in Japan, mostly while I was in school with Mato." Black admitted. "She seems to be fluent, if not a natural speaker, so there's no more need to exclude you anymore."

"Fine." Was all that Alice said in reply, averting her gaze from Black and staring out the window for several minutes until White released her and sat upright with her sister.

"You calm now, Alice?" Claire asked, glancing at the brooding woman behind her in the mirror.

"Hmm?" Alice appeared to not have been listening, and turned towards Claire with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"She asked if you were calm." K-Mart spoke up from her doodling without raising her head.

"More or less." Alice replied with a shrug. "Forgot to grab some food earlier though. Kinda hungry."

"Here." Claire reached into her side of the cluttered dashboard and held out an energy bar. "Found a stash of these a few weeks ago, been saving them for just this sort of occasion."

"Hoarding food, Claire?" Alice took the snack with a teasing smirk.

"All the vehicles have at least a dozen of them. I only have six left, so consider it a rare treat." Claire scoffed at Alice's tease. "That means eat when you're supposed to, by the way."

"I can eat more things than a normal human, just so you know." Alice chomped on the bar as she spoke. "It takes me a lot of willpower not to eat any bandits I kill, especially the ones that tried to kill me in the first place."

"Excuse me?!" Claire's eyes widened in utter shock at the revelation to Alice's cannibalistic temptations.

"The Virus." Alice replied simply as she swallowed her snack and took another hefty bite. "To put it simply, humans are food to the Virus. I'm smart enough to not consider eating people I like, such as you ladies."

"W-what about you two? Are you..." K-Mart actually stuttered in fear as she spoke to the Neko twins.

"Nope. I drink blood instead." Black let out her signature purring chuckle. "Vampire." She added with a wide smirk.

"What about you, White?" Claire asked, unlike K-Mart though, her tone was level and calm.

"I... Um..." White's innocence was evidence enough to prove she wasn't like her sister or Alice. "I do not know..."

"So we have a vampire, and a cannibal... Joy." Ada rolled her eyes jokingly. "Just need to figure out what you do, Sweetie, then we'll have the complete set." She added with an affectionate tone to her voice as she tapped White on the nose with a smile.

White's cheeks blazed with embarrassment, though nobody knew it, she actually thought Alice's cannibalism and Black's vampirism were quite unnerving. They actually scared her with revealing their hidden temptations. So, without saying anything, she just nodded meekly.

"Well, there's someone in the convoy that should never hear about this, let alone see it. Ever." Claire spoke sternly. "We have a pastor - and his family - in the bus. He was one of the main ones who hated the idea of Black and Alice carrying the T-Virus, claiming them both 'tainted by the devil himself' and all that bullshit."

"Fucker got a name?" Black spoke with quite a devilish grin on her face, clearly intending to meet the holy man at the first opportunity.

"Father Michelangelo. Older man, grey hair. Has an eye patch and a crucifix. He has a few followers, so be aware of that, babe." Claire could tell what Black was planning, and inwardly allowed it. The priest was known to be quite judgmental of people who didn't adore him like the god he preached about at every chance he got. "If they start anything with you, promise me you will let them live, no matter what. Understood?"

"Once a weapon is drawn against me, I will not pull any punches. But, yes. I understand." Black replied without a shred of remorse in her voice.


Deep underground, in the Las Vegas laboratory's ruined entrance, stood Dr. Issacs, a man in a suit, and a uniformed soldier. They were surveying the damage caused the day before by the explosives used during Black and White's aided escape, further destroyed by the T-103 to pursue them to the surface.

"Have maintenance begin with the repairs at once." Issacs told the guard with a disappointed frown on his face. "I want security teams posted on the surface until everything is back in order."

"Yes, sir!" The guard gave a nod, and turned to leave.

"Doctor, I'm sure you are aware, but the T-103 is dead inside the surface fenceline." The suited man spoke in an almost bored drawl. "I myself found it upon my return from a meeting with our inside agent."

"You mean that infernal spy, Ada Wong?" Issacs' frown changed to a scowl for a moment. "What relevance does she have to my research, Albert? She's like a spider, just waiting for her prey to fall into her trap."

"She's apparently a family member to the girl you received in lieu of Project: Alice yesterday, Doctor. I highly doubt you didn't procure a sample of her DNA when she arrived. Make a clone, and send the clone after her. That's an order." The suited man glared at Issacs pointedly as a slightly muffled voice spoke up from behind them.

"He already did, Chairman. But the clone was captured by the fugitive and joined with Project: Alice."

Both men turned to see a soldier clad entirely in black, wearing a gas mask with glowing blue lenses over his eyes, wearing a hooded outfit. In his arms was a silenced submachinegun, and on his legs were silenced sidearms as well.

"Who are you? State your name and affiliation, soldier." Issacs instantly ordered the masked soldier, once again frowning in annoyance.

"Code-name: Vector. Umbrella Security Services, Delta Team. Command sent me and my team to assist Wong with capturing Project: Alice, as well as the fugitive girl and her clone." The soldier replied. "Chairman Wesker here is in charge of our deployment and orders, Doctor."

"Delta Team? Never heard of you." Issacs replied in a testy voice.

"Consider that a good thing."

Another masked voice - German accented this time - joined Vector, as a blonde haired woman wearing a similar black mask and attire approached them. "Bertha, Delta Team Medic, a pleasure." She carried an unsuppressed version of Vector's submachinegun, and a massive cleaver hung from her belt.

"We are also known as Wolfpack." Vector explained, flexing his fingers on his gun. "You can thank Lupo for that."

"Lupo? Another team member, I take it." Issacs quipped, only to hear another accented voice - French, this time - responded to his words.

"Italian for Wolf, I am Delta Team leader, and known as Mother Wolf." A woman with a clear visored gasmask surrounded by their signature blue glow approached them, carrying an assault rifle, with a hatchet on her upper back. "Chairman Wesker, Wolfpack is ready for your orders."

"You're still missing Four-Eyes, Spectre and Beltway." Wesker reminded them, to which Lupo gave a shake of her head.

"They are waiting for us on the surface. I ordered them to survey the surroundings for our mission." She replied calmly.

"Very well. Your mission is to capture Project: Alice, the fugitive girl, and the converted clone. They are being manipulated by a spy, Ada Wong. Wong is to remain in the dark for this mission as long as possible. Open conflict is not recommended, as the three targets possess heightened combat capabilities, and will no doubt have support from allies. They are currently part of a mobile convoy, and as such, will not be easy to isolate for capture."

"Understood, sir. Wolfpack, let's move." Lupo gave her order to the present teammates and stepped into the elevator to the surface, which was undamaged from the Tyrant.

The moment the three soldiers were gone up the shaft, Issacs turned to Wesker and asked. "Do you think they even stand a chance? We modified that clone to have superior physical strength to her original, not to mention heightened durability!"

"Wolfpack were left to fend for themselves during Raccoon City, despite continued surveillance from their command during their loss of direction. Consider them the best the U.S.S has to offer." Wesker explained. "Vector himself was trained by Alpha Team's best operative, HUNK. They have more than just a chance, Doctor."


Lunch took forever to arrive for Black and White, for separate reasons. Black was anxious to meet Father Michelangelo, and White was sweating bullets from fear for her sister and Alice's dark revelations. She needed some fresh air, even if for only a few minutes.

By the time Claire pulled the convoy to a halt in an overgrown oasis - complete with a natural spring - both Neko's shot out of the Hummer like rockets, heading in opposite directions, which instantly caught the eye of the three adults.

"Something's wrong. Those two are..." Alice began, watching White begin pacing at the edge of the water, the tension in her face obvious even from a distance. "Separated."

"Alice, keep an eye on Black. She's off to give Father Michelangelo a piece of her mind. Ada, I think you should talk to White, see what's gotten her so worked up." Claire directed the two women to their respective twin. They both nodded, and followed their targets.

Ada kept her approach slow and calm, since White was on edge and clearly frightened by something. White kept pacing, even as Ada stopped a few feet away, waiting for her to speak first, on her own terms.

White's anxiety grew further when Ada simply stopped to watch her, and the silence wasn't helping either. She wasn't accustomed to being given the chance to take the lead, thus she didn't understand why Ada hadn't said anything yet.

"Aunt Ada... am I... scary?" White's pacing slowed to a halt as she regarded her aunt with tears forming in her eyes.

"No. You aren't scary at all." Ada slowly shook her head, speaking very gently.

"Then what about Onee-sama... and Alice?!" White began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"They try to make themselves scary, but deep down, they know they're not." Ada held out her arms for White to come closer. "Shh, it's okay. Fear is natural, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

White took Ada's offer for an embrace, burying her face in Ada's shoulder. "Onee-sama drinks b-blood, and Alice... sh-she eats people! How is that not scary, Aunt Ada?!"

"That's because of the T-Virus. What it does to them is helps them suppress the needs of the Virus inside their bodies. Think of it as a way to keep them... themselves." Ada spoke in a soothing voice - in Japanese, to deter eavesdropping - to try keeping White calm and collected. "Alice needs to eat flesh, and Black needs to drink blood. Does that make more sense, Sweetie?"

"Yes... a little." White replied, sniffling as she wiped away her tears. "But what about me? Will I ever have such a manner to suppress the Virus inside me?"

"I don't know, Sweetie. I just don't know." Ada replied completely honestly. The only other two possibilities she could think of were the Virus' deep sexual urges, or the combat it required. Either way, White showed minimal - if any - signs of either theory. She was innocent, both in terms of sexually as well as for aggression.

(LINE BREAK)

Black leaned against the side of the M35, arms crossed and the hood of her black duster pulled over her head to hide her ears. Her tail was coiled around her thigh, hidden by the duster itself as she waited for the dwindling line of hungry survivors to reveal her target, Father Michelangelo.

"Hiding in plain sight, I see." Alice's cheeky comment came from her other side, also hidden by the side of the massive military vehicle.

"With such a distinctive appearance, I'm just using this as a split second advantage for surprise. Not to mention the sun is right in my face without it." Black added some logic to her statement with a small frown.

"What do you plan to say to the pastor? Have you even thought that far ahead yet?" Alice smirked, crossing her arms like Black was doing.

"No. Old trick from when I was a bodyguard was to intimidate people by staring them down until they got uncomfortable and walked away. Those that remained were considered more of a threat to Mato, since they didn't fear me like those that left before them." Black explained in a level voice. "I actually don't plan to say anything to the priest, anyway. Just getting a good look at him for now."

"Ah. Recon. I understand now. Well, since you're over here, grab me and your sister a can of food. I'm off to annoy Claire if you need me for anything else, Kiddo." Alice uncrossed her arms and stretched them over her head, making sure that Black was watching her shirt rise up several inches in the process. She knew Black couldn't resist. Hell, Alice knew she wouldn't either, if given the same display of temptation.

"Already did. I'll bring them when I'm done." Black smirked as she revealed the three cans hidden by her crossed arms before concealing them again. "Have fun with Claire."

"I always do, Kiddo." Alice winked at her before leaving, just as Father Michelangelo came into view.

Claire had described the pastor sufficiently enough, but Black still needed to see him with her own eyes. A much older and quite heavy set man, with wrinkled skin and a black eye patch over his left eye, just looking at him gave Black an overwhelming urge to slap him. Just the way he looked rubbed her the wrong way. A quick glance at his right hip revealed that he carried a gaudily engraved revolver, complete with an attached crucifix on the over-polished wood grip.

Satisfied with her recon, Black turned to leave, but a booming voice - undoubtedly from the pastor - hailed for her.

"You there! Come, if you'll please! Bask in the Holy Spirit before our mortal meal!"

Black kept her hood low over her face, she knew that if the fat fucker saw her glowing eyes, he'd start to freak about some demons and shit like that, so she kept walking away, her arms laden with the three cans of food. Little did she know, but unconsciously, she uncoiled her tail from her thigh to walk, and it was visible to the pastor as she left.

A/N: Well, it has begun. I have a few chapters written at the time of this upload, but they still need severe editing before they can be uploaded. For now, just sit tight, more will come... Soon.