A/N :

This is my very first fan fic about Resident Evil, so please be nice =) and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes on grammar and stuff.

I don't own Leon, I don't own Claire, I don't own Chris, I don't own Jill, and definitely I don't own Capcom. I just own this story. Enjoy!

'Unintentional' Fate

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Chapter 1

The young Redfield got out from the bathroom, drying her hair with her towel. She sat on the chair and combed her wet hair gently. After took a bath, she felt fresh again and ready to read her new book. But previously, she wanted to take some snacks as her friend when she read.

"Hey, Claire, I wonder if you're not busy right now." Suddenly, Chris knocked on Claire's door softly. He scratched his head and acted weird. "Oh, it's nothing. Forget it, I guess you're busy. Just keep study, okay?" he stepped back and about to leave.

Claire was already on the doorway before Chris could turn his body. "Wait, you've come here all of a sudden just to say that? What's the matter?"

"Well, uh…" he maneuvered his sight to nowhere, acting weirder and hesitate. "Look, I don't want to tell you this, but I have to." He paused. "Let's grab a cup of coffee in a café."

Claire wrinkled her forehead. "Is that something important?"

"Yeah. Really." He emphasized it.

"No, we can talk here." Claire rejected his offer. She pulled Chris' hand and brought him to the couch. "It's safer in here." He nodded. "So, what is it?"

Chris leaned his body forward and cleaned his throat. "Yesterday, someone put a message card on my desk while I was out. I don't know who was the sender and no one saw it too." He paused again to take a piece of paper from his pocket then showed it to his sister. "At first, I thought it was kind of a prank, but…"

Claire analyzed it before she read it. It was a normal paper, nothing seemed strange about it. It said:

I have something for your beloved sister.

"There isn't any sign from the sender." She turned the paper, but she could only find a blank white paper. "At all." She gave it back to Chris and laughed. "So, where's my present? Is it a bouquet of flower?"

Chris sighed heavily. "No, Claire. There's no present! It's not as simple as a bouquet of flower, it's gotta be something bad, you understand?"

Claire shook her head as she kept laughing, seeing her brother's panic face just made her feeling tickled. "What? You believe that? It's pretty obvious that it was just a prank. It's a joke, Chris. Maybe that's my secret admirer, but he's too afraid to face you. So he sent this card."

"Stop making funny about this!" he ordered Claire. "I mean it, Claire."

Claire quickly stopped her laugh and looked at her brother seriously. "Okay."

"Maybe I'm getting too paranoid, but…" he silenced. Let out a long sigh as he stared at the other side of the room. He thought back about Claire's incident in Rockfort Island and Antarctic. Just remembering how horrible it was, it sent a chill to his spine.

Her little sister just smiled with her pinkish lips and caressed Chris. "I'll be okay, Brother."

"I know Wesker isn't dead. I'm afraid if he will use you again as his bait to bring me down. I don't know what's on his mind! He really can do anything he likes. He's not a human anymore." He began feeling uncomfortable.

"I can take care of myself…"

"I've already nearly lost you, Claire!" he shouted. "And I won't let that happen again!"

Claire looked down on her feet. Actually she was afraid and unsure that she's alright now. Back when she was in Rockfort Island and Antarctic, she was actually afraid. She found herself in nowhere with countless of zombies then she met with psycho Ashfords plus this guy named Wesker. It's enough for her. She was strong because of an annoying brat who called himself a knight in shining armor kept standing on her side.

Their conversation was interfered by a knock sound on the door. Chris got up to open it. "I'm coming!" when she opened the door, Jill was leaning on the wall with a real bouquet of flower she clutched. "Jill?" he directly saw the flower and puzzled. "What a nice of you."

"Oh, this? This isn't from me to you." She slipped into the house before Chris kissed her. "Hi, young Redfield!"

Claire smiled and greeted her back. "So, whose flower is that?"

Chris caught up with Jill after he closed the door back. "Don't tell me it's from that damn bald man again!"

She laughed lightly. "No. Besides, who do you mean?"

He shrugged his shoulder. "Nah, forget it."

Jill handed over the flower to Claire. "It's for you, dear."

Claire accepted it and puzzled as Chris. "From who?"

She shrugged off and pointed his finger to Chris. "Ask him."

Claire maneuvered her eyes to Chris'. "What? How the hell am I supposed to know it?"

"Because you're the one who was sent by this package, aren't you?" answered Jill.

"I don't even know there was a flower on my desk. I just found this strange message card." He shoved his pocket and took the card out, letting her see the card.

Claire laughed. "Oh, Jill, please tell him that it was sent along with the flower. And it must be from my secret admirer, because he thought it might be from Wesker."

His girlfriend burst out and tapped his back. "Claire's right. Oh, dear, you are too paranoid."

Chris placed his hand on his waist. "I'm dying worried about my sister and you both always screw it up!"

"I think you need some fresh air, Chris." Jill whispered to his ear softly, makes Chris shivering. "Come on, you're not going to cancel our date again, right? Claire won't mind if I steal her brother for awhile."

The youngest one nodded her head, agreeing Jill's opinion. "Definitely!"

Chris stared at her eyes and sighed. "We'll be back at night. Be careful, okay?"

She nodded once more. Before Chris and Jill said goodbye and about to exit from the house, Claire called her brother. "Hey, if you meet Wesker, tell him that I miss him."

"Oh, sure!" and a 'blam' sound echoing through the room.

She laughed. She knew that she went too far on Chris, but it was fun to tease him. She recalled the flower she got and placed it on a vase after added it with water. She watched it and wondering who was the sender. It wasn't like the first time she got some flowers, but why the sender sent it to her brother instead of her directly? Whatever it was, she loved the flower.

She ascended the stairs to the second story as she brought the flower with her. She went inside her room and then put the vase in the table next to her bed. Her plan for the rest of this day was reading a book that she hadn't done it yet. So without further ado, she leapt to her bed and took her book out of the drawer and read it peacefully.