Disclaimer: I own none of the following characters. They all belong to Capcom. c:
A/N: Bet'cha thought the first line was about Wesker's betrayal. Also, bet'cha thought this was slash. D'oh ho ho. Got the idea while I was aimlessly wandering the school hallway. Wrote it while I had a nose bleed, which means that my blasted cold is finally breaking! 8D Takes place before the mansion incident. Yay for fragmented sentences.
Never in a million years did Chris Redfield think that Captain Albert Wesker was capable of such a thing. He always assumed the man was made of steel. No, not steel, but stone. Marble suited the stoic man best. The brunette shook his head in the midst of his reasoning. Elbows rested upon his desk whilst hands held up his head. Confusion flooded his features.
Naturally, Chris had said something, stupid, pointless, and contagious in order to ease the tense atmosphere. Bary Burton chuckled. It was both hearty and deep, resonating off of the monotonous walls. Jill Valentine smiled which was followed by her own unique laughter. Brad Vickers appeared to be nervous as he fidgeted about, tugging at the hems of his clothing. His lips wavered between that of a smile and a frown. Chris's laughter merged with that of his fellow S.T.A.R.S'.
Wiping the tears that streaked their ruddy cheeks, the silence footsteps alerted their senses. Pupils dilated. Muscles tensened. Jaws twitched as teeth clenched, enabling bone to grind against one another. There was the sudden retreat. Calloused fingers wrapped around the cold metal of a pen. The only sound emitted was that of papers slicing through air.
Chris snuck a glance up from the confines of his desk. There Captain Wesker stood in all his glory. Dark shades held a hypnotic gleam to them. Why, the man had an aura of pride and immaculate suavity. Something was different, though. Chris squinted. Blue orbs narrowed drastically to hone in on the sudden change. Over and over, he searched and scanned for possible irregularities.
There.
His eyes settled upon his captain's lips. The corners of the mouth gave the vaguest hint of a twitch. Chris arched a brow, fascinated by the benign act. Wesker neither smiled nor frowned. A shame that Chris couldn't see the captain's grayish hues... The truth was always evident in another man's eyes. It was then that the right side of Wesker's mouth curved upward, changing its sudden position. The movement, itself, was small by comparison.
A smirk.
It was enough.
"Redfield," a calm voice interrupted his musings.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Get back to work."
"Sure thing, Boss."