Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, the characters or the songs I based off of! If I ever did, you'd all probably kill me.
A/N: Inspired by the movie "Cats Don't Dance".
Full Summary: Chris Redfield has come from his small town and is looking to make a living in the large prosperous town of Raccoon City as a member of the elite group called S.T.A.R.S. But the journey for him to get what he wants is a lot harder than he could've expected. But with the help of some friends and a lovely young woman by the name of Jill Valentine, he might be able to make his dream come true.
There will be some potential JillxChris and this takes place in 1996. Yay! Hope you enjoy it! Please read and review. If you flame me, I'll flame you back.
Redfields Can't Dance
Chapter One: Welcome to Hollywood-I mean, Raccoon City!
"Chris, are you sure you're going to be okay going to this place? I mean, you've never even been there before."
"Geez, calm down Claire! I'm going to be alright. It's just a twenty-four hour bus ride. I'll be fine."
"But you have never been to this place before! Why can't you just stay here?"
"I'll have more of a chance to make a living there than I will here. Don't worry Claire, I'll be fine and I promise to keep in contact with you."
Claire hesitated, choking on her words and trying to hold back her tears.
"You promise?"
Chris smiled and nodded, pulling her into a tight hug. "I promise."
"You better or I'm coming to Raccoon City and kick your ass personally!" She began to cry, soaking his shoulder with her tears.
"I'd like to see you try," Chris whispered. He backed off from the embrace. "I got to go or else the bus will leave me behind."
Claire wiped her tears away. "Alright. Call me when you get there. And that Wesker guy better take you or else I'll shove my fist so hard into his gut he won't be able to eat for a month."
Chris laughed. "Alright, I'll tell you if he does."
A stout man with a ketchup and mustard stain on his uniform walked out of the bus. He adjusted his hat and pulled up his pants. Claire, and even Chris, looked at the man in disgust. Guessing that's the bus driver. Poor Chris is going to have a long ride…
"All aboard to Raccoon City!" The stout man shouted before he stepped back into the bus.
Chris threw his bag over his shoulder and smiled at Claire. "I guess it's time to go. I'll call you when I get there."
Claire smiled and nodded. "Cool…I love you bro."
"I love you too Claire," Chris said before hugging her one last time.
He broke from the hug after a few moments. He waved good-bye to Claire and walked to the end of the short line that started at the bus's entrance. When he stepped on the bus, Chris gave the stout and very foul smelling bus driver his ticket.
The bus driver wiped his nose on his hand before using the same hand to take Chris's ticket. Chris tried to smile politely at the man, but it turned out lopsided. The man smiled at Chris. "Enjoy your ride son," the driver said to Chris.
"Thanks…" Chris said quickly through gritted teeth.
Chris quickly moved to the back of the bus, as far away from the driver as he could. Thankfully, he got the second to the last seat on the bus. He placed his bag on the ground next to his foot and then looked out of the window. He saw Claire standing out there, next to a bunch of other people who were waving good-bye to loved ones that were on the bus. She saw him and waved at him, Chris returned the wave and smiled at her.
Then, the bus began to pull away, leaving everyone at the bus station behind. Chris looked out into the bus, a smile still on his face. There weren't many people on the bus. Everyone had their own section which meant everyone would keep to themselves. Chris looked down into his bag and pulled out a crossword puzzle book and pen. He opened the book and began doing the first blank page. Time to kill twenty-four hours…
The bus pulled to a screeching stop at the Raccoon City bus stop, twenty hour hours after it set off. Everyone stepped off of the bus in an orderly fashion. Once stepping off, they branched out to waiting family members or went off into their own little directions. When Chris stepped off of the bus with his bag, he looked around in awe. The city was huge, a lot bigger than Chris imagined.
Chris grinned and walked off. He looked at the watch that was on his wrist. It was one ten and he had to be at the RPD building by one twenty. He had to hurry if he wanted to make it there in time for the meeting with Captain Wesker.
"Crap!" Chris shouted. "I need to hurry! No time to stop at my new place now."
Chris flung his bag over his shoulder and began to run down the street. Then, he froze.
"Wait! I don't know where the building is!!!"
Chris looked around for the first person he could see and walked up to her. The first person was a young woman with long blonde hair and was wearing a white cotton dress.
"Excuse me ma'am! I need to get to the police department because it's my first day and I don't want to be late and all that stupid crap!" Chris said very loudly, very quickly and all in one breath.
The girl looked at him in confusion and she looked like she was going to scream "creep!" or something in that category.
"Um…it's down the street, take a left on the second street, follow that a block and then take a right," She said in a frantic tone.
Chris took her hand and shook it quickly. "Thanks you! Thank you! Thank you!"
He turned and ran down the street. The woman looked at him with a brow raised. "…Visitors," she growled before walking away.
Chris hurried down the street, humming a small tone to himself. "You can do anything if you try. The most impossible dreams can come true, if you believe it!"
He looked at an elderly person, who was sitting at a café drinking tea. The man had a large nose and was sipping his tea as Chris walked by. He waved his arms in the air and hailed a taxi, still looking at the large nose, elderly man. "This is my kinda town, it's as clear as the nose on your face! This is the time! This is the place! This is the time! This must be the place!"
Chris jumped into the taxi, which pulled up alongside the curb. A woman wearing a beret, covering her short brown hair ran up behind him. She yelled "Taxi!" but was too late, Chris already jumped into the taxi before her.
"Raccoon City!" Chris continued to sing. "Where the streets are paved with gold! Where the people never grow old! In Raccoon City! Raccoon City! Where robbers don't hide at night! They steal in the broad daylight! In Raccoon City!"
Under Chris's singing, the cab driver yelled. "Hey buddy! Quit your singing or it'll cost ya extra!"
Since Chris didn't stop, the cab came to a screeching stop and Chris was thrown out of the cab. Chris watched the cab drive away quickly. He shrugged and smiled.
"Guess the guy doesn't know how to have a good time," Chris laughed.
Thankfully he was right across from the Raccoon City Police building. He smiled and skipped along the crosswalk towards the building.
The woman wearing the beret stepped out of the bus and looked at her watch. Only two minutes before she was to be at her meeting. Even though the crossing light was red, she quickly looked left and right to make sure no cars were coming. There were none coming so she quickly ran out and across the crosswalk. She made it perfectly fine across, thankfully. She walked briskly to the large water fountain and realized that a man in a white t-shirt was blocking her way. Yeah, he was cute with his boyish face but she had a place to go to.
Chris was standing in front of the large water fountain. "Look out Raccoon! Chris Redfield is in town and is ready to kick all of you crooks' asses!"
He stretched out his arms and the bag he was holding accidently hit the woman in the beret behind him. That caused her lose her balance and fall in the water fountain the two were standing next to.
Chris laughed and ran into the building, not even noticing the woman he knocked over unintentionally.
The woman, however, did notice that action. Her beret floated in the water right next to her. Her hair and clothing clung to her now. A deep and evil glare was on her face as she watched the man run into the building.
"That son of a bitch is going to get it if I ever see him again…"