Hey, Daitsuke-kun here! And with a new story! I hope I'll have patience to finish this story, because I'm planning this story to be a multi-chaptered one... I hope I'll be updating it soon but I'm not sure... This is my first attemt at a multi-chap story, but I'll try. Anyways, this is a Chris/Jill story with some Joseph/Brad fluff and other couples will be later on. Oh, and about the title... You know that I always suck at naming stories, right?.. Oh, the mighty Japanese, save me again! XD Anyway, Souka hatsu means "homeless hearts". Yes, Daitsu, you're pathetic xDDDD But I absolutely HATE naming stories. Anyways, enjoy)

Daitsuke-kun


"Hey, Chris!?" – shouted Jill on top of her lungs. The glass of water Joseph was holding broke into pieces and all the water spilled on him.

"Shit, Valentine, could you pretend you're a fish and not the steamship siren!?" – Yelled Joseph, cursing, trying to wipe all the water away, as it was cold and his clothes were starting to cling to him. A fairly unpleasant feeling, and a very confusing one indeed, especially when Brad "accidentally" shifted in his seat and was now staring and Frost's muscles, that were all see through as his shirt was now wet. And apparently, the pilot was drooling, biting the tip of a pencil. Glancing at Brad, Richard had to put his fist inside his mouth so he won't laugh out loud.

"Chris!" – Jill shouted once again, but not so loud this time.

Chris, who somehow managed not to wake up after her first yell, lifted his head from his desk and stared at his partner sleepily.

"What is it, Jill?" – He asked hopelessly. And he though he would get a good nap here, in the office… But no, Jill just had to ruin his peaceful plans.

It was May 16, year 1998, and two years had passed since the creation of the official Raccoon city Special Tactics and Rescue Service squad, the elite of the R.P.D.. They weren't regular cops; their missions were far more dangerous and exciting, but such job had its minuses. The paperwork… It truly was hell.

The S.T.A.R.S. team originally consisted of men only; its founder was Albert Wesker, the captain of the team. Hell knows what that man thought of everyone and himself because he constantly wore sunglasses and his expression was a stoned mask. Of course, that didn't save him, Barry and Enrico from getting drunk on Saturdays.

Oh yes, Barry. Barry Burton. An interesting type of a family man, indeed. His passion was sandwiches and guns. Or maybe guns and sandwiches. Whatever you like, my dear readers. In fact, the only thing in the world Barry truly adored was his favorite .44 mm magnum. He always polished it with every material he could find: with a duster, curtains or his own vest. Maybe that is why S.T.A.R.S. office didn't have any curtains, and windows were covered by blinds. Who knows.

The mechanics expert was Joseph Frost, a friendly young man with a red bandana on his head, which everyone believed he wore even in sleep. He had short blond hair and deep blue eyes, and that's why women in the precinct loved him so much (and apparently, some men as well O____o). Joseph was the main troublemaker, and the only one who was even worse then Joseph was Chris.

Chris was the marksman in the team and was brought in S.T.A.R.S. by his friend Barry. He was always teased for being dumb, but in fact he was just too shy. He was kicked out of the Air Force because he spilled coffee on his CO… Okay, okay, I'm kidding. He was kicked out of the team because he disobeyed orders and saved one of his comrades from death. Apart from Joseph he was a humble boy… Err… Man, who's hobby was making origami and torturing his sister. But with Joseph they were the troublesome duo. If Joe and Chris were not in their workplace, you could be sure that they were somewhere in the R.P.D. scaring civilians and cops. Literally, they were slacking off and captain Wesker usually had to go search for them. After half an hour of searching and cursing he finally dragged the two boys (as Barry called them) by the collars of their shirts and made them do paperwork. Lots of paperwork. It was some sort of a detention for them, and Wesker was an evil teacher. After they were made to do paperwork they didn't sit quiet though; for Chris and Joseph it would be true torture. They giggled like schoolboys from time to time and threw paper airplanes at Brad, who squeaked each time the airplane hit him, but didn't dare do something.

Oh yes, Brad. Brad "Chickenheart" Vickers. The "Scaredy Cat" of the team. People believed he was afraid of everything: mice, spiders, frogs, leeches, dirty water, George Bush, darkness and girls. Oh, he feared girls most of all. Actually, Brad was a well-built young man and he was quite handsome, but his eyes always had a haunted look. Every time some girl started to walk in his direction, interested in him, Brad started to get nervous, itchy, squeaky and couldn't even say "hello" not blushing like mad, stuttering and finally running away, nearly crying. Sometimes Wesker wondered how drunk he was when he put the seal of approval on Brad's file, and then he reminded himself that he needed some incompetent people in his team. In fact, he secretly envied Enrico Marini, as he had mostly the best of the best, if not all…

Oh yes, my dear reader, I forgot to tell you, that S.T.A.R.S. consisted of two teams – Alpha and Bravo. Wesker was the captain of Alpha team and Enrico Marini was the captain of the Bravo's. Enrico was a man with a thick moustache and Italian accent and could drink a lot without getting drunk. Bastard. Wesker got drunk already after the first glass of champagne and immediately started to ramble something about Umbrella, viruses, and Williams new lab coat that fit him so well. Luckily Enrico thought that Wesker was just fantasizing, considering he was drunk, and didn't take his words seriously.

The only female in S.T.A.R.S. was Jill Valentine. Being the only woman, she, however, was being treated like another man, although maybe it sounds strange to your ears, my dear reader. But in fact, she never wore skirts. Or make up. Not did she have a boyfriend and talk about all that girly stuff about shopping and clothes. Actually, on her first day a year ago she punched Joseph where it hurts and gave Chris a black eye. Reasons were quite simple: Joseph tried to hit on her, and Chris accidentally spilled his tea on her shirt. She didn't give a damn about a shirt, but it was highly uncomfortable to wear something wet and clingy and catch guy's dirty glances at her see through chest. Jill tried to act like a boy so she would fit in the team perfectly, and that seemed to work well. Considering that she despised all womanly-woman, make up and pink, she was soon teasingly called Jack instead of Jill. And she was absolutely happy with that.

Jill didn't have any bad habits instead of constantly stealing Chris's money to buy cigarettes. Yes, she started to smoke too, looking at Chris and her thief habits of her dark past made the stealing easy and practically unnoticeable. Yeah, that was Jill-Jack for you. Also she had a habit of getting drunk with the guys and she had no modesty, but we'll get to know her better later.

Oh yes, and Bravo team consisted of Enrico the captain, Kevin Dooley, the pilot, Richard Aiken, Forrest Speyer, the main rival of Chris as he was a marksman as well, Kenneth Sullivan and Kevin Dooley, the pilot of Bravo.

Well, we started to talk about the teams and all this shit and totally forgot about our great marksman Christopher Redfield, who was patiently waiting for Jill's answer of what the fuck she needed so she had to wake him up.

But Jill just pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke it, breathing out toxic smoke as she closed her eyes.

"Jill, come on, what do you need from me? Can I go back to sleep?" – Chris practically wined.

"No"- she said as she breathed out smoke again. Chris banged his head on his desk.

"Chris, don't do this, or there won't be any brains left" – teased Joseph as he took of his shirt and started to squeeze the water out of it. Brad fell on the floor, squeaking fan-boyishly. The sound was familiar when someone scratched a nail on the blackboard, and the S.T.A.R.S. members winced and covered their ears.

"Brad, quit it. Joseph, put on the shirt. Valentine, stop smoking in the office." – Wesker ordered as he came into the small office with a huge amount of paperwork in his hands.

"So, lazy asses, who wants to work today?" – He asked. Jill just butted her cigarette out and grinned.

"Oh, captain, you're provoking us to say something stupid and you'll give all this paperwork shit to the first one who opens his mouth? We already know your game" – Jill said in a voice that, as Chris started to notice lately, had a sexy undertone. "Whoa, chill man. This is Jill." – Chris though awkwardly. Your partner. Your best friend.

Lately he wasn't himself. He was starting to get weird dreams about his partner and something about his attitude to her changed. He couldn't quite figure it out yet, but something just wasn't right in their partner relationship anymore. Something changed. And for the best or not he couldn't' say. At least yet.

Wesker chuckled in that mean manner of his and placed the documents on Jill's deck. The stack of papers was so huge that only the top half of Jill's blue beret could be seen behind it.

"What the fuck is this Wesker?" – Jill hissed in annoyance. Oh yes, another bad habit of Jill's was swearing. Probably, she knew all kinds of bad words, and when Jill was cursing, men in her office just shyly stepped aside, blushing (!).

"Don't swear in front of your captain, Miss Valentine. You know, I have all rights to strip you from your position in S.T.A.R.S. – Wesker answered coolly. – Besides, you were the first who opened your mouth here. Face the consequences, Jill." – He cracked his fingers and made his way to his desk, not looking at anyone. The bastard was probably contented that he found someone to fill all the paperwork in reality he was supposed to do.

"Yeah, like you would do that. I think you'll better strip me out of my clothes instead" – mumbled Jill, taking the first document hopelessly. Wesker slowly turned his head in her direction. This was somewhat creepy, and Brad, who managed to sit at his desk, fell to the floor once again.

"What was that, Jill?" – He asked in a silky voice.

"Oh, nothing, nothing" – Jill answered plainly as she already started to do her job. Chris stood up from his workplace and went to her desk. Poor girl, he thought, watching at the large stack of papers.

"Need help?" – He offered. Jill snorted.

"Redfield, if you'll try to help me, I won't be done with this paperwork for two months minimum. Just go to your place and pretend you're doing at least something. I know this is hard for you, sweetie, but you'll manage" – snapped Jill, not even lifting her head from the paperwork.

Chris put his hands in the pockets of his pants and shrugged.

"Fine, Valentine, I just wanted to help" – Chris said nonchalantly, but in reality he was fuming inside like a boiling kettle. Lately Jill was acting towards him like a bitch, and he was desperate: he just wanted to understand what he did wrong. Normally they were the best of friends but… Now she was either treating him distantly, or she avoided him, or talked to him rudely.

Chris sighted as he went to his desk as he was told. He didn't know what was happening between them and in saddened him to no end.

Of course, even best friends sometimes fight. But he sensed there was something else going on, that it wasn't just her offense at him.

"Offer Valentine help and she'll just bite your head off" – thought Chris as he sank into his chair.

As he closed his eyes, preparing to drift back to sleep, he swore to himself he'll find out what the fuck happened to their friendship.