The characters from the game belong to Capcom.

A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

A/N: Contains a bit of Sexual Content


"Nearly two years have passed since you're gone.

Things aren't really any better despite Kyan being more used to your absence. Though, he still misses you in special dates and gets pretty sad on those days.

Over all, everything is still the same since you left.

Jill and Leon are proud parents; Chris and Eva just found out they're pregnant of twins! That's so insane!

Claire moved in with Owen.

It looks like everyone's life is moving forward and me staying behind.

More and more I wish to see you, to touch you, to feel you… it sucks to feel someone else's skin when I just crave for yours.

I'm sorry for telling you this and letting you down, but… you know me… I don't do it as often as you might think, but I've allowed another man skin rub against mine… it sucks! It was supposed to be just one night thing, but other times happened.

I'm not proud or happy about it! But I'm a human! I have flaws! I have needs!

All this thing going on… me having to lie to my best friend has driven me insane!

I don't know how I can still keep this!

I'm on the verge to explode and all I want is to see you… to be with you!

I'm sorry I'm not that strong!

Please, Say Something!" Yana's letter


January was the coldest longest, darkest month of her life. Snow lay nine inches thick across the gardens and allotment for more than eight days. She asked Evana to take care of Kyan, she needed some time for her own. Pacing up and down at home with no idea how to fill short dark winter days, she was housebound like a demented shabby old lioness she patrolled the boundaries and waited. She avoided answering the phone when it rang.

A few weeks passed and the routines resumed, but not really her old cheerful mood. She went to the local mini supermarket. Hadn't washed her hair that morning and only had made a little more of an effort to get dressed up wearing ripped jeans and an old t-shirt.

It was a dull Saturday afternoon and she had not expected to bump into no more no less than Gianni Larssen. He put down his shopping basket and beamed at her.

"Yana Chorvat! Fancy meeting you here. It's been ages!" he placed his hand on her arm

His broad grin made her go mushy, deep down inside despite her initial dismay and current phase.

She had last seen him fifteen years ago in Bohma after an intense argument about Evana's work. He still looked the same to her. A tall guy, his blond hair was a darker blond now, which made him look distinguished, more handsome and quite striking in her opinion.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked to the sides, "Ahm… groceries."

She rolled her eyes up

He giggled, "You haven't changed much. You look great!"

She gasped, "Oh no, stop right there! I have changed a lot… I'm uglier, older, fatter…"

"Fatter? You're hotter! Got some delicious curves!"

She giggled, "Shut up! don't flirt with me, I still haven't forgotten what you did last time!" she crossed her arms

"I haven't forgotten either and that's why I have changed and I'm no longer that moron!"

"You were really a jerk!"

"I know. I did try to apologize with Evana a couple of years ago, but she didn't want to listen to me."

"Yeah, I know."

"She still holds grudges and I do understand that… What about you? It's been fifteen years…"

She took a deep sigh, "honestly… I did hold grudges for a long time… it's still uncomfortable the memory of that day, your behavior, your words… But it's like you said, it's been fifteen years, she went through very tough moments but overcame them all. Now we are grownups and a lot has changed."

"I see, so you haven't forgiven but you don't want to kill me anymore."

She laughed, "Yeah, you can put it that way."

They talked blocking the narrow aisle oblivious to all manner of confusion and congestion that they caused to their fellow shoppers. Surprisingly she was enjoying his relaxed easy chatter, which came to an abrupt change.

Gianni hurriedly explained, "Sorry but I have to go… join me for lunch next weekend?' he beamed at her as he left, no longer able to stand still and wait to hear her response.

"Okay…" she agreed speedily. She smiled to herself, with a mix of feelings. She wasn't sure if she should've had accepted that invitation.

During the week, she wished that the weather would be kind to her and be good for the following weekend. It always cheered her up if the sun shone. However, if it was inclement she'd have a good excuse to suggest a country pub with a cozy atmosphere.

When she got home from work she prepared Kyan's meal and put on the speakerphone to listen to the voice message, "Hey ginger. About Sunday, would you mind meeting me at my house, say midday? Hope this is okay with you, looking forward to seeing you. Bye." He left his address and number.


Mikro Company, United States

Gianni left the elevator and walked the long corridor that led to the President's company cabin. From afar, he saw the secretary's desk and the brunette secretary, Laura Shields, sitting on her chair working on the computer. She looked at him intently.

"Hello Laura." He greeted her with a smile

"Hello Mr. Dubois."

"It's great to see you're back. I missed your pretty face."

She giggled, "Apparently I missed your attention."

He smiled fully, "How was your vacation?" he asked sitting on the edge of her desk

"It was good." Her smile faded as she dropped her gaze, seemingly embarrassed for the blond's closeness and turned her attention to the telephone, "I'm going to inform the President you have arrived."

He chuckled lightly, "Alright." he stood up still

"Mr. President, Dennis Dubois has arrived." She looked him with a serious gaze, "You can enter"

"Thank you…" he checked his watch, "It's almost lunchtime, would you join me for a meal when I finish with the President?"

She looked at the computer screen thoughtful

"Come on, is just lunch. I don't take a no for an answer." He winked at her with a playful tone

"Okay…" she nodded her head and saw him smile at her with his usual look and those penetrating blue eyes before he entered the door. She wandered what he could be up to. She just could not avoid this guy. Generally, he just popped up for quick meetings with the President of the company. She felt he had something up his sleeve that she had to be prepared for.

(**)

Gianni entered the large room and saw a tall thin brunette man standing before the large window staring at the outside. His body language demonstrated tension.

"What's the urgency, sir?" the blond man asked

"Prima Donna is dead!" the man replied with a sharp tone

Gianni raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What?"

"The Neat Freak attacked again. She was just found dead in a hotel room… in the hotel she wasn't staying in with her husband."

Gianni bit his lips, taking in the news, "She was an important key to the investigation."

"Yes, she was and now we have to find another good contact!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You know what you have to do! Any luck with your cousin?"

The blond man shook his head in denial, "None. She hadn't let me approach her."

"So make her accept your presence!" the man ordered with a cold mischievous look

Gianni nodded in acceptance and left the cabin.


Sunday

Sunday morning dawned. A thin pale blue sky, strung with a paper trail of white wispy clouds treaded in all direction had been painted just for her.

Yana raced to her bedroom and entered her closet. She felt a great need to review her wardrobe, to work out what she could wear. She didn't want to look to sexy, but didn't want to look slovenly either and lately that was how she looked on her daily routine. As if, there were two Yanas, the sexier professional one and the other one, a single mother and partner in a crime.

She dropped Kyan at the Redfield's as the usual and drove to Gianni's house. She was surprised at how easy it was to find. A vast land, surrounded by trees. It clung to the steep incline and from his home; she could see panoramic views across the valley. He lived in an isolated area of town, mostly populated by farmers. She would be surprised if he had turned out to be a farmer, as far as she remembered, he wasn't much into pets. Maybe he could be an agriculturist since he was a vegan.

She took in a breath and started to climb the steep flight of steps up to his front door. She admired the view, gave herself time to regain her composure before she rang the bell.

As he opened the door, Gianni beamed at her, "Good Morning!"

Standing below him on the front step she realized how taller he was – taller than she remembered, he towered over her and he made her feel protected if not a little self-conscious. And short. She felt shorter than usual despite wearing her highest heels.

As he swooped down to peck her on the cheek, she caught the scent of his after shower. It was heaven and hell at the same time – thoughts of Piers crossed her mind, "You look hot in that purple dress designing your body" he whispered on her ear.

She laughed trying to cover her nervousness at his casual and carefree manner because he caught her off guard. She looked hard at the man in front of her.

"Come on in." he smiled taking her grip delicately

The pair entered the house, Yana couldn't help to notice how clean and organized everything was. The modern furniture and the smell of cleanness filled her nose. There was a home theater at the living room playing classic music at a comfortable volume.

"Want something to drink? Eat?" he asked heading to the bar

"No, thanks. I accept water."

"Water?" he spoke surprised

She giggled, "Yeah, I came driving, so don't want to pass any limit."

"What is your limit?" he asked with a flirty expression

She smiled turning to the side as he headed to the kitchen.

"I never imagined I'd see you so… shy." He commented as he returned to the living room with the glass of water in his hand

"It's been a while…" she replied after a chuckle

"Really?" he couldn't help the excitement

"So how is everything going? How is life treating you?" she changed subjects

"First lets seat on the couch." He waved at her. She sat first and he sat right next to her. Their legs touched, their skins separated by the fabric of his pants.

"Won't you answer me?" she asked

He inhaled, "Of course I will… how life is treating me? hummm… I hope you will treat me better." He passed his hand on her waxed thigh

His touch caused her shivers. She wasn't stupid and not be aware of his second intentions behind his invitation. She wasn't sure what she was doing there. Lately she was more surrendered to her emotions. A big part of her was needy of attention, of love, of skin touch. Since Piers' death she had just bedded one man a few times for her biggest regret. After that, she had a few women, but she needed to feel a man and there that was a man right next to her. She thought that going on a date with a known person would make things easier, but right now she felt like they were complete strangers.

She enjoyed his touch, she remembered very well how it felt his skin against hers. Physically she could get ready to go to the next level, but not her mind. She turned her face to him and he lent forward and kissed her. Her lips parted. His warm moist kiss consumed her, made her forget everything. She didn't want this kiss to end. He tasted good, of raspberries liqueur.

He took her hand and placed it on his groin, she could feel him hardening. She moaned as he nibbled her neck and put his hand under her dress, searching for her folds.

She caressed his member. He strapped down her dress, exposing her breasts. he didn't waste any second to lick and nibble her nipples making her moan louder. He worked on her exposed area for a few minutes. He wanted her ready for him as he unzipped his pants exposing his hard staff.

Yana kept her eyes closed during their make out session. Her thoughts travelled to someone else. Someone whose touch was so different, warmer, cherishing. Her heart was raced. Her body sent all the physical information to her brain of every touch that man was causing her. He parted her legs and put her panties to the side after noticing she was ready for him. He positioned himself between her legs and put the tip of his member at her entrance. She was tight and that drove him crazy. He tried to slide it further, but she seemed to reject him. He had to be more patient. She wasn't that ready. He kept just the head inside as he kissed her lips, her neck, and her breasts, he sucked hard her nipples.

He was half the way inside when Yana abruptly pushed him, "No!"

"What's wrong?" he asked choking slightly

"I can't!" she stood up quickly from the couch arranging her clothing, "Sorry, but I can't do this."

"Why not?"

Yana took her purse without giving any other explanation and hurried to the door. No matter how much Gianni asked as he followed her.

She was near her car when Gianni held her wrist, "Yana, wait. Please, tell me what's going on with you."

She cried, "Please, Gianni… let me go. I'm not ready to do another mistake…" she released herself and opened the driver's door

Gianni let out a deep breath and pressed the button to open the automatic gate and let Yana leave.


Yana drove hurriedly to the Redfields. Her makeup was totally messed up, her face swollen of crying. She turned on the radio to try to set her mind back in place. She felt disgusted at herself as she remembered the previous minutes. She definitely wasn't thinking straight when she allowed that man take a part of her, unprotected, even if that didn't last long. Piers was the only one she had allowed such intimacy. Okay, Nico too, but only because she knew he was sterile.

However, the point was that Piers was the only one she had given all of her. When they decided to stay together, they rarely used condoms for normal penetration. She was totally his, she didn't fear the consequences with him anymore. She didn't mind if she was going to get pregnant again, she didn't fear if he could infect her with his sperm due to some unknown incubated presence of the C-virus. She was his. Maybe she was crazy in love with him, maybe he was her favorite drug, but she was his!

They did have a different relationship, a different sex routine. They did share each other with a few other people, but only with mutual permission. Yet, with the others, they always used protection.

Since his death, she had only allowed women to touch her occasionally when her body was about to explode in need. That was her way to continue loyal to him. That was her way to lie to herself most probably.

She took her cellphone and dialed Chris' number.

"Don't tell Eva it's me. I'm near your house. I need to talk to you." She spoke evidently altered

On the radio was playing:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Halargian world
Mad world - (Mad World, Gary Jules)

(*)

Chris walked to the parking lot. At distance, he saw Yana evidently tormented walking from sides to sides drying her tears. A voice echoed in his mind as he stepped closer to the redhead, "…she's a bit emotionally unstable once in a while when things get too tough. She gets depressed, feeling lonely and gets the tendency to get impulsive and desperate on such phases...Watch out…"

Yana saw Chris walking to her way; she cried rivers seeing him. Impulsively she ran towards him and hugged him.

"What happened Yana?" he asked in concern

"Please Chris. I can't handle it anymore!" Yana cried out holding him tight

"You have been strong for so long… We're almost there. Just hang on a bit more."

"I CAN'T! I miss my Piers, I miss the father of my son… It's been so long and I have no damn idea of what the hell is really going on. You're not telling me things anymore."

"It's for your own good sake."

"My good sake is him!" she yelled out

"Write more letters…"

"FUCK THE DAMN LETTERS! All I need is him! I can't hold it anymore… I NEED to see him!" she fell on her knees defeated by her emotional outbreak

Chris sighed. He hated seeing her that way. He knelt down and took the sobbing ginger into a supportive and long embrace.


Unknown Location, Night

Nicholas passed through the main gate and walked in the vast land that led to an apparent abandoned two stories house. He took a special card and typed a code in a hidden and fake stone to enter the house.

The inside lights were on, but the windows and every space that could be seen from outside where sealed to give the impression that everything was in the dark from whoever looked from outside.

He passed the living room and headed to the library where he found Dick Valentine sitting on an armchair reading some files.

"Hey old man." The green-eyed Kennedy greeted the gray-haired man

"Hello Nick. How was your trip?"

"It was good. No one found me nor suspected of me."

"I'm glad to hear that. Got some news?"

"Yes, but no resolutions."

"There was a new murder." The old man spoke with a not surprised tone

"Yes, I heard. The 'Neat Freak' attacked again. The Feds are going crazy with that maniac."

"I'm sure they are!"

"Well... I haven't shared this with anyone, but I got a clue on the matter."

The old man raised an eyebrow looking attentively to the green-eyed man, "Will you share that with me?"

"Of course! That's why I'm here."

"Fill me in."

Nick took a seat in front of the old man, "There was a witness that saw the possible assassin for the latest case. It wasn't easy to convince the woman to talk, but I promised her all the discretion and not reveal her name to the investigators."

"A woman?"

"A minor."

"Oh… So what does she know?"

"She saw a man, a blond man leaving the victim's room around the time of the victim's death. He was wearing black clothing and apparently black gloves. He carried a metallic suitcase and used shoe covers. She couldn't see where he went because she was at the peephole and had an afterthought before leaving her room when she heard his noise on the corridor, so she decided to wait. She's a shy and reserved person and that trait just saved her ass."

"Yeah, if she's not an accomplice."

"If she's an accomplice, why would she turn him in?"

"She didn't give a name, did she?"

"No, but she gave his physical description. I had access to the cameras records. Unfortunately, there aren't cameras in the corridors, but there were in the lobby and elevators. I've separated a few suspects with the description and the client's names and rooms they stayed in." the young Kennedy opened his suitcase and delivered a file to the man

"Nice work Son."

"This is not all, I'm going to search those names with the others cases and see if there's any repeated name that can suggest the possible killer… It's going to take a while, I'm also going to search the old logs of the hotels, cameras data and hopefully we can get a name."

"Yeah, you do that. At least we know all the victims are connected with some branch of the bioterrorism. The latest victim was a woman, the wife of an Italian politician who was in the U.S. for a 'confidential meeting'." The old man added

"The killer of killers is starting to make mistakes, I can feel that."

"You know our job is not to kill him, but to learn his motives and client's list, but let's see who will find him first."

"Yeah…so changing subjects, how is he doing?"

"He's way better. By the way, did you get the sample I asked?"

"Yes, it's here." He opened his suitcase again and delivered the small bottle to the old man

"I'm going to send it to the analysis. Good work Son!"

Nick nodded in agreement. The old man took a disposable phone and made a call, while Nick headed upstairs.


Thank HerpDerp and DerrickValore for the reviews :D

Phew... we're almost there!

I gotta confess I'm about to explode for holding the suspense for so long! XD

I'm looking forward to the moment I finally reveal things...or should I say confirm your suspicions, theories or something like that. I'd like to hear your thoughts when the right time comes.

This won't be a long fic for sure... I could never keep a long mystery going on when I myself am almost dying here in suffocation xD

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