Hello, my dear friends! It's been a long time, sorry I didn't update sooner! Didn't have much time, and I'm playing Metal Gear Solid 2 Substance right now, so... Yeah, you get it xDD This chapter involves only preparations for the cosplay, and a lot of romance, a lot of Jill x Wesker I mean. You know, playing MGS2 inspired me also to start writing another story. Callen Resident Evil: Sons of Wesker. It isn't a Metal Gear x Resident Evil crossover, but the idea of the story is totally from Metal Gear. I've already written the prologue, but didn't post it yet. I'm just not sure if I'll continue, but I guess I will. But I won'tt forger about this story that is turning more and more into a whole fanfic, that just a bunch of drabbles... O__o xDD Anyways, the cosplay chapther is up ahead! And the chapter when we meet HIM... xDD You'll know who I'm talking about...

Oh, yeah, the chapter is named "ToraDora", because Tora means a tiger, and Dora means a dragon. I think it suites this pairing well - Jill's a dregon, and Wesker is a tiger... The name of this chapter, as well as the lyrics of the song are taken from the anime "ToraDora!" I watched some months ago. It's was a romance/comedy one and I really liked it although I'm not quite an anime fan (it's not like I don't like Otacon xDDD). But while writing this chapter I remembered the title of an anime, and thought that Jill and Wesker are totally like that - a tiger and a dragon. Hell yeah, why not? - I thought... And voila! :)

Thank you my readers and reviewers! You prove that my story is at least a little bit interesting! xDDD And you inspire me to write more! ;)

Pure! Pure-pareto!
tsuyouku nanka nai kedo
Pure! Purepare-do!
itsuka kimi wo tsukamaeru

Pre! Preparation!
I'm not strong
But Pre! Pre-parade!
I'll catch you someday!

© Kugimiya Rie & Kitamura Eri & Horie Yui - Pre-Parade

Jill prepared everything – her bathroom, the needed things and, mostly, herself for what she was about to do. She smirked to herself when she imagined that after she'll do what they planned she would be able to blackmail Wesker… Of course it was a joke thought, because everyone'll know when she'll do it, but oh, what joy it'll be just to see Wesker's miserable face… Could be joy at least. She doubted he'll show his true feelings about what she was about to do to him.

The doorbell rang. Jill hurried to the corridor but hit the wall somehow and fell on the floor, nose in her carpet, her eyes tightly shut.

- What a scene do happen to watch here now! Is this a new way to treat your guests? – she heard the oh-so familiar voice of her captain.

"Weird, I thought the door was closed…"

- Um, well, yeah, it's how… How they treat guests in Japan. – Jill stood up quickly, blushing. Wesker eyed her with his emotionless expression, sunglasses present on his face as usual. Jill rubbed the back of her head uneasily, praying he didn't notice her blush. Unfortunately, it seemed he did, because he smirked so strangely at her. Jill wished she was in Antarctica now.

"Probably white polar bears are friendlier then he is" – thought Jill gloomily. Though her captain wasn't acting bad towards her or dirty – she still didn't like his behavior. Being a highly sensitive person she felt that… Dark aura around him. It frightened her sometimes, but mostly… Mostly it excited her.

He grinned at her, baring his white straight teeth. It reminded her of a tiger somewhat, but Wesker was much more attractive that a tiger. As this thought hit her, she shook her head furiously, and invited him in by waving her hand.

- And I thought I'll be standing here for the rest of the day. Thank you kindly, miss Valentine.

- Oh, don't mention it. I just happen to be in a good mood today. – said Jill, walking in the direction of her bathroom. Wesker didn't move, however, just cocked his head in curiosity, watching her.

- And why is that? – he asked suddenly. Jill stopped and turned her head so she could see his figure with her right eye.

- Oh, no reason. – she smirked, turning away and continuing her trip to the bathroom.

All of a sudden she was slammed against the door of the bathroom, with such a force that it drew breath out of her lungs. Wesker inched his face closer to her, holding her wrists above her head. The seen could look highly sexual if it wasn't so threatening.

- Now so we understand each other clearly… I don't want anyone to know that WE did THIS, get it? We're doing it just because my friend is a fucking asshole, always interfering with my plans! We do it, I live, you get a promotion and tell no one, is that clear?!

Now that was their captain – tough, solid as a rock and intimidating. Jill just searched his eyes, trying to figure them out from behind his black sunglasses. Useless. For a moment, though, she sweared she saw something red, but… She wasn't sure if it wasn't just light from the cars outside mirroring on his glasses.

- I'I guess he's not s-such a friend to you if you say t-that about him. – said Jill, exhaling deeply. Wesker gritted his teeth.

- None of your business, Valentine. I could do it myself very well, but Will insisted that I need a helping hand… A woman's hand for that matter. – he chuckled.

- Is that why you're holding my wrists then so tight? – said Jill sarcastically, trying to free herself. But his grip was like iron or steel – she thought her hands were turning white from such force.

- Maybe. – he released her wrists and walked to the bathroom, taking off his sunglasses in the process and putting them on a shelf under the mirror.

He was acting like that to her since that incident with the lie detector. He was more distant with the others now and was making her life hell; now she had even more paperwork and had to stay nearly until 12 o'clock to finish it. She was lucky when Chris was late as well or Barry, so they would give her a lift home, but usually… She stayed alone. Sometimes Wesker was present as well, but not a word came from his thin dry lips as they sat in silence, working.

He turned to her and Jill for the second time ever saw his blue dim lit eyes, similar to hers. It was enjoyable to watch him so revealed; she doubted even Chief Irons ever saw Wesker without his sun glasses, or Enrico, nor the rest of her team and was highly flattered thinking so.

Jill hurried to the bathroom and rolled her sleeves up. Wesker suddenly tool off his vest and shirt, revealing his toned and rather muscled form; he wasn't buff but he certainly was well-built. Jill felt her cheeks burn crimson red.

- What is it, Jillian? Never saw a man as sexy as me? – teased Wesker. Jill ran a hand through his hair, chuckling.

- Oh, captain, you better not talk to me in such a tone, or I may accidentally dye your hair pink instead of brown. – said Jill in a threatening voice. Although in a joking context, of course.

- Mind your tongue, Valentine, or…

- Or what, you'll mind it for me? – teased Jill and when she understood what she just said she coughed.

- What was that? Do I sense a secret wish in these words?.. – Wesker lift his eyebrows, looking at her like a predator watches his pray.

- You dream. – said Jill as she turned on the shower and suddenly pointed it right in his direction; in a matter of seconds Wesker (and the right side of her bathroom as well) were soaking wet.

- Valentine, I'll kill you for it! – Wesker looked at his wet pants and shoes and fingerless gloves.

- So what!? They were dry pants, now they're… Not dry pants! What's the bid deal anyway? I don't… Hey, What the hell… Aaah!

Wesker quickly took the shower from her hands as she was unfocused, still laughing, and washed her down. Jill opened her mouth to say something like "uh, unfair!", but then closed it and started to laugh even harder.

- Now we're even! – said Wesker in triumph. Jill "hmphed" and crossed her hands on her chest, hiding her now all see-through chest from his view.

- You know that fic writers call it OOC, right? – she said darkly.

- Call what OOC? – asked Wesker.

- What you and I are doing. Three words – Out Of Character.

- You're a fic writer? – guessed Wesker.

- I'm a fic reader. – smiled Jill thickly. – Are you sure you weren't smoking anything lately?..

Her captain pursed his lips thoughtfully.

- Now I remember getting that strange cigar from Chris yesterday… He said I'll feel better after I smoke it… - he said seriously.

- What!? Are you nuts!? Everyone knows that Chris smokes weeeeeeeed! That's why he's so duuuumb! – Jill waved her hands, pretending she was a butterfly. Worst butterfly ever.

- Fuck, why I'm to know the news last? – said Wesker, amused.

- I don't know, maybe because everyone thinks you're a cold heartless bastard?..

Wesker chuckled.

- And a sociopath too. – he noted. Jill looked at him strangely and then the too broke into laughter. At least Jill did; Wesker just started chuckling.

- God, I d-don't know why I-I'm laughing but this is so funny!

- You tell me. – smirked Wesker. – With each next day I learn more and more about myself. Sometimes things I never supposed I even had in me. – He grinned, showing his teeth once again. Jill looked him in the eyes and was suddenly taken aback how attractive and really young he looked with his blond hair messed up, without sunglasses, topless, grinning in such a manner… Everything about him just shouted sexy! Oh God I'm so sexy Jill I want you to want me right here right now!

Jill shut her eyes but it seemed like a bad idea, because she was once again pinned to the wall, his square jaw touching her neck, his lips close to her ear, and his – oh God – nearly naked body touching her own form, chest-to-chest…

- Were you just checking me out, Jill? – he whispered in her ear huskily. Jill opened her mouth to say something but then his mouth found hers and made her forget whatever she was about to say, kissing her with such passion and greed that Jill moaned in his mouth involuntary.

- Cap…Mmmmmm…Wh… Mmmmmmm… - Jill tried to say something but Wesker didn't let her to spoil the mood with words. He simply didn't let go of her full lips. Jill started to give in, digging her hands automatically in his bare back. Wesker groaned, clearly aroused and pleased with the feeling, continuing his assault on her lips.

- We're not supposed to do this. – She breathed out when he let her go for a second in fear that he'll choke her.

- Whatever. – mumbled Wesker in her inviting mouth and kissed her lips once again.

- Wesker, we have to dye your… Hair… - Jill managed to say weakly before he kissed her once again, their tongued dancing, savoring each other.

- Don't you even… Try and spoil the mood, Jillian… - groaned Wesker in her mouth. Jill didn't answer, just threw her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, trying to be as closer to her captain as possible.

Who new how sexual the scene could've become, if not the…

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! (A/N: remember the ringing of Snakes communicator when Otacon called him?.. Familiar here... xd)

Wesker groaned once again, this time in annoyance, and took his cell phone from the pocket of his black pants, not breaking contact with Jill. He looked at the display, letting go off Jill and breathing heavily. He wasn't pleased to do that, but he had to. Jill effortlessly tried to show that she was relieved he let her go, but in her blue eyes there was clear disappointment.

Wesker flipped the lid to open and nearly sat right on the floor because of great amusement. It was an SMS. Nobody ever sent him SMS, he didn't even knew that option well… The number was unknown, and Wesker was aware that it could be some kind of a virus *a cell phone virus, not a T-Virus xDD*, and opened the message cautiously, slowly pushing the middle button.

"Heeeeey, how're u!? XDD Dance'n sing I'm coming to visit ya! *______* Meet me at the airport in 2 hours! *winks* Don't ya think it's totally marvelous we'll see each other again!? *lol*"

Wesker groaned for the hundredth time this day already. He was happy without this, thank you. He looked at the SMS once again. Spelling mistakes, these internet things like xDD… Yep, that totally was him…

Jill looked at him, sensing his annoyance.

- Work?.. – she said understandably. Wesker shook his head.

- Not quite. I have… I have a guest coming to Raccoon… And I'll have to meet him in two hours at the airport. How common of him – to call me when I'm busy… - he smirked at Jill who cast her eyes down uneasily.

- Now, where were we? Ah, yes, miss Valentine, is everything prepared?

- Yes, sir! – Jill felt like answering that way. She didn't know why, it was just that sometimes he clearly showed that he was none other than her superior, not a man she had a thing for.

- Let's do this, then! – said Wesker, throwing his fist into the air.

"..."

- Erm… Captain? You've just killed a fly. – Jill pointed confusedly.

- What!? – he looked at his fist. Indeed, there was a fly lying on ot, clearly dead. If they had microscope, they could be able to see it's x__X eyes and crossed… Paws? Legs? What do flies have anyways?..

- Whatever. – Wesker rolled his eyes, wiping the dead fly from his fist with Jills blue towel. – Just die my goddamn hair already!

Jill shrugged and took the rinse.

[one hour later]

Wesker looked himself in the mirror skeptically. It was as if a totally different man was staring at him from the depths of the mirror world. Of course, the features were quite familiar, but the whole appearance was… New. He had to get used to his new self.

- I'd say captain you look… Odd. At first I thought you weren't serious about dying your hair, but now I see…

- Dear Jill, it's for the sake of the Solid Snake cosplay! – said Wesker solemnly. I'm 26, fresh and young, an I have to enjoy my life while I have the time! Who knows what'll happen soon…

- You're too pessimistic. – Jill ran a hand through his hair, feeling his now brown locks. – But nevertheless, I have to say that you still look… Er… Good. – she blushed a little.

- I guess you wanted to say "hot", Jillian?.. Come on, I know that you like me. – grinned Wesker, facing her. With his new look he seemed not that cold-hearted and unemotional as he always was.

- You wish. – said Jill, walking to the kitchen and taking a sandwich out of it.

- Jill sandwich? – Wesker licked his lips, lifting his eyebrow. Jill waved a finger in front of his face.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Wesker! The sandwich is mine, stay away from… Ow, hey, give it back!

- Make me! – yelled Wesker from another corner of the room, waving the sandwich in the air.

- It is my lunch! – shouted Jill, chasing after her captain.

- A-a-a, it WAS your lunch! Now it is MY lunch! – exclaimed Wesker in triumph and pierced his teeth into the sandwich.

- No way I'm going to let you eat it all! – said Jill and rushed herself at her captain, biting another side of the sandwich.

Soon they both eat their parts of the sandwich and their lips touched. They licked each others lips, tasting the sandwich as well as each other and then Wesker pulled back, putting his black shirt on. Jill wasn't quite pleased that his perfect toned body was now covered with clothes, but decided not to voice her opinion. Wesker putted his sunglasses back on as well, smiling. Jill could swear that it was exactly a smile, and not his usual smirk. But unfortunately it didn't hold long on his face and quickly mutated into a grin.

- Well, let's go, Jill! – said her now brunette captain unemotionally. We have someone to meet.

- Who? – said Jill, putting on a hoodie above her top and zipping it. Wesker looked at her thoughtfully, as if thinking if she was decent enough to hear the information. But then he decided that she was about to see him anyways, and sighted, preparing to tell the truth.

- My brother.

Jill's jaw literally hit the floor.

- YOU HAVE A BROTHER!?

Wesker eyed her with a patience a nurse looks at the psycho that's swinging on a lamp. Get off the lamp, sweetie. It needs to rest a little and peck some seeds.

- Yes, unfortunately I do. Is there something abnormal about it?..

- No, it's just… Nevermind. – sighted Jill and walked out of her apartment, her captain following her close behind.

I'm not sure if Wesker is 26, it was Pre-mansion in my fic I mean, but duh, who cares? xDD

Thanks for reading! *______*