AHH!! OMG I'm so sorry people, I've deleted the story by mistake... Thanks for AdaWongTN and Bios13 for commenting. (I'm sorry for deleting your reviews, guys. T____T)
Any way, Happy New Year and again, sorry..
(I own nothing. T-T Resident Evil is not mine)
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Oh come on, don't be such a wuss,"
"Yeah, we're only here for your help, pal."
Wesker glared at him from behind his sunglasses. "Krauser, don't you pal me again or else your gonna lose that beret on your head... and what's underneath it."
Krauser only gave him a stupid look before sorting back through the brochure the salesman gave them.
Wesker sighed. He sat on a nearby chair while his cracked up assistants chose what better eye contact-lenses color would possibly suit him.
"I say blue," Ada said with full confidence, "It's his natural eye-color after all,"
"Thanks for bringing me the horrendous memory of dying back." Wesker mumbled under his breath. The asian woman heard him anyway and smiled. "You're welcome."
"No way! Green has a nicer appearance,"
"How could you say that? He's blonde, and blondes only look pretty with blue eyes."
"You mean like mine?" Krauser bat his eyelashes repeatedly and gave her a slutty smile.
The asian woman stared in horror then rushed outside the store and began vomiting.
Wesker shook his head at his freak subordinates and wondered if he can argue with the president again about the stupid RE-reunion thing, he is a busy man and has no time for crap like that.
But of course that didn't work out so well last time he tried to excuse himself from attending it, nor the Tyrant he decided to unleash upon the degenerated agent Kennedy. He winced at the remind of his hurting midsection.
"Damn, I'm still thinking green would look prettier!" Wesker sighed.
The store's owner came in back with Ada after making sure she was alright and smiled at them. "Okay, so have you decided yet?"
Krauser looked up at the man, who gulped at the scary face he had due to the scars, and shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno.. I'm at loss here."
"I said blue!" Krauser glared at the now healthy woman.
"Green!!"
"Blue, you infected freak!"
"Green, red dresses obsessed bitch!"
"BLUE!"
"GREEN!!"
"BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE AND BLUE!"
"GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN!!"
"SHUUUUTTTTTT UUUUPPPPP!!"
Several dogs and doves fell outcold outside the store. Little children cried in fear. An old lady just fell to the ground and clutched her at heart as she endured a massive heart-attack.
Krauser and Ada blinked at the red faced man. Wesker would have been blinking too if he weren't wearing black shades and examining the damages the man had caused around them.
"Ok ok, no need to be all angry about it, man," Krauser snorted.
"Sorry," The owner of the Optical store cleared his throat and smiled up at them again, "So, how can I help you? Who are they for, anyway?" he looked between Ada and Krauser.
Krauser simply jerked his thumb backwards. "Him."
He smiled and looked behind him, only to pale at the look on the man in blacks face.
Wesker pushed his way between his assistants and looked at the collection of many colored lenses. "Finally, someone thinks my opinion is needed. Lets see what do we have here,"
Krauser nudged him, "Boss, pick the green ones. They'll look pretty on you."
"I'm NOT a girl, you idiot." The blonde man growled and punched him in the face. Ada snickered at the amount of pain the 'fat' man was in.
"Alright, sir can you please remove the shades so you can try them and see for yourself,"
Wesker didn't listen to the man and continued reading the information on the back of one container.
Ada rolled her eyes and snatched the sunglasses off his face. Caught off guard, Wesker blinked like an idiot at the sudden change of light in the room. *Wow, I can actually see better,*
The salesman gasped at the sight of his eyes. "OH MY GOD!"
Wesker gave the man a look that promised painful death. The man gulped and stared away. "Uhm... here," Wesker stared at the man's choice, "These are the best type we have, last for a year if daily used and t-"
"Why last for just a year if they're the best?" Ada cut him off as she took them away from the man's hold, "And they're dark blue, I want-"
Wesker snatched them from her hand and looked thoughtful for a moment. "All the better for me," he mumbled and tore the container open. "How in hell do you use these?"
"Uh.. here, let me help you, sir,"
Wesker watched as the man took one of the lenses out with a *tweezers?!?* and put it on the tip of his gloved index finger.
"Now sir, you need to be careful and place it on your pupil, nice and gentle so you won't cause damage to your.. um, cornea?"
Wesker stared at the blue lens for a second then did what the man said.
"Oh my god!" Ada gasped in joy like a 16 years old teen girl and started jumping up and down, clapping her hands gleefully, "you look so cute! Put the other one too! Put the other one too!!"
Wesker ignored her but did what 'he' thought was better and put the other lens. "Well sir, what do you think?"
The blonde blinked few times, adjusting to the new feeling of having alien objects in his eyes then looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Not bad. How much?"
"Oh, these are the best collection you'll find in the market, they'll only cost you 230-" the man stopped immediately at the scary looks on the three people's faces, "I mean free, heh heh, they're on the house."
Wesker didn't bother taking the lenses off and just put his shades on before exiting the store, leaving Krauser and Ada to deal with the man for disrespecting his mighty being.
"So," Ada looked around the store, "on the house you say?"
The man only nodded his head and silently cried as he watched the two stuffing their bags with all the items in the store.