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


"Hey man. Here is the only option I had!" Chris Redfield spoke with a shrug to the man in front of him

"Thank you!" the brown-haired man, 5 feet 10 in tall, wearing a beige t-shirt and brown pants who looked in his 30's. Whom evidently couldn't help his excitement, his tears, his emotions in seeing those two special people right in front of him after so long... Torturing distance.

For everyone's surprise, little Kyan C. Nivans was the first one to remove the eye covers as he immediately recognized the man's voice, "Daddy!" the little boy screamed in happiness, moving his body forward to jump to his father's lap. That moment meant so much for the kid who still unable to process his emotions properly started crying. Tears of missing.

Piers held the boy for a long time, feeling his own blood warmth. It seemed like to be forever since the last time he hugged that boy that now was a kid. Not the baby and toddler he used to hug, to play with. Father and son united once again even if for just a few hours.

Will you fly me away?
I believe we'll meet again.
I will eternally sing, Scarlet Love Song.

Ah, someday I'll become the wind and fly away.
I will go wherever you are.
Even when the eternal flow of time fades,
My memories of you will shine like a miracle.

Will you fly me away?
I believe we'll meet again.
I will eternally sing, Scarlet Love Song.

Will you fly me away?
Now closing my eyes,
I see you in my heart.

With blue roses scattered on your wings,
There comes a time when everyone must fly away.
Until the moment my body turns to ash,
I'll be falling.

Even the tears overflowing again,
I believe
They'll give life to the withered flowers.
Even when the eternal flow of time fades,
Drops of love will shine like a miracle.

Will you fly me away?
I believe we'll meet again.
I will eternally sing, Scarlet Love Song.

Will you fly me away?
Now closing my eyes,
I see you in my heart... Scarlet Love Song (X Japan - Scarlet Love Song)

(*)

She heard her man's voice. she heard perfectly Piers's voice. That voice she could recognize anywhere, anyhow. She heard all his and their interactions. Paralyzed. She hated when she paralyzed in the wrong moments. She was so close to him, that was the moment she had begged for! She had that flaw to freeze when she was close to her wishes.

She couldn't remove the eye cover. There was a good side in that because she allowed her two loves to enjoy each other for as long as they needed before she would join the family moment.

"Pepper…" Piers turned to the paralyzed redhead who was trying her best to control her silent sobs

She looked down

Piers put his son on the ground and stepped closer to the sobbing woman. His woman. Carefully removing the cover from her eyes.

Immediately she couldn't help the smile on her face and also the tears. Soon she lost it as those cherishing strong arms encircled her into the warm haven of Piers's chest. He cradled her head with his hand. His arms tightened around her. Eternal heavenly minutes.

He pulled her gently. His fingers worked their way through the long strands, massaging her scalp. Yana tried not to think about how good it felt. His other hand caressed her back.

Yana drew back, little sobs hiccupping from her mouth, "I- I so miss you! This is all s-so damn w-wrong! I want you back with me!"

Piers frowned, but remained silent. When a fresh wave of sobs shook her, he pulled her back into his arms. She cried softly and then suddenly he stared deep in her eyes and planted a warm kiss on her lips.

Pulling out of his arms, she moved away from him. With her arms defensively over her chest, she tilted her head back and stared up at him. His eyes were dark with a tumult of emotion.

"I'm sorry, I'm not that strong… I don't want just a few hours here! I want our family again! The three of us in our home, having a dog or a cat or maybe one of each just like a complete family…" she spoke wiping her tears

He pulled her back to him, "I understand how you feel… I understand, but we know this is not still possible. I do miss you too and I always tell myself that it's for your safety… I know it's not the best consolation, but I'd never be okay if anything happened to any of you."

"I wasn't ready that it would last so long…"

They just hugged until she would get calmer.

Chris listened to the whole conversation while he gave attention to Kyan. He pitied the redhead. His heart once again made him break the protocol. They shouldn't be there. But he didn't want Yana to become a second Laureen. Not that Yana had mental issues like his deceased ex-wife, but he had seen Laureen on the verge so many times because of distance, because of his work when their marriage could have been saved. Their innocent son paid the price for the distance with his own life. He didn't want Kyan to go through the same fate.

"I guess we can stay the weekend and leave Sunday night." Chris said

Piers looked at him, "Are you sure about that?" he didn't hide his concern

Chris shrugged with a sigh, "It's been a long time, right?" he smiled slightly

"Thanks!" Piers smiled back gesturing for Kyan to join their family hug


Mikro Company, Parking Lot

Another week of hard work had come to an end for Laura Ray Shields. The brunette haired-woman with a ponytail and wine formal tuxedo and shirt, medium height high-heels was leaving the elevator talking on phone on her way to her car.

"Hey mom, I'm leaving work now. Yeah, I know I'm late, but you know… How is Nathan? Is he better from the fever?"

Despite being the company's president secretary, the woman didn't have a special vacancy and that day she had to park more distantly. She was near her car line when she saw at distance Denis Dubois talking on phone and immediately hung up. She didn't want him to see her, so she hid behind a pillar on time before he looked back.

From afar due to the echo, she could hear he mentioned a birthday party. She remembered very well the location he was talking about.


Saturday, 5PM

Nick checked his watch as he drove to where Leon and Jill lived. Their daughter party would be at the building's party room and he was late for the celebration. Leon had called him a few times.

That day the sky was clear. The weather was cool, but as the end of winter was approaching, there were some windy moments during the day.

Nick parked his car and opened the backseat's door to get his niece's birthday gifts. He was on his way to the building entrance when he remembered the files he wanted to show to Leon that he left on the passengers' seat. He left the gifts with the doorman and returned to his car. He was about to close the door and felt a cool breeze on his skin, however, he froze for a second when he heard a bullet breaking the window of his car. He hid behind the car looking for whoever could have shot it as he grabbed his gun. He waited for more shots and called Leon to inform him the incident.

(*)

Evana left the elevator and greeted the doorman. She prompted to help Nick with the gifts as he had called to inform he was already there. She took the lightest one and walked to the entrance and wait for Nick. Her eyes widened when in the opposite street ahead of her, she thought she saw a familiar silhouette of a blond man entering a building in a hurry. That moment, time seemed to have jumped, things were too fast as a couple of minutes later she thought she heard a seemingly shot noise and soon the loud noise of a window glass breaking. She ran back inside in scare.

(*)

The blond man observed patiently the black-haired agent movements. He also observed a flag's movements by the wind to calculate his perfect shot. He got it and shot!

"b`lyad'!" he cursed. He missed the shot due to a sudden wind. He let out a sigh and continued observing the wind and the hidden man; he wanted to shoot again. However, he was patient enough to wait, but he knew that man had luck for the day and soon a whole commotion would start. He was used to such hysteria and get away easily. He had a few minutes to think his next moves and change in plans. He saw the Government's favorite agent leaving the building carrying his gun, he was in perfect place to be shot. The blond man rested his finger on the trigger and smiled. He was about to shoot when suddenly he saw his riffle falling on the balcony's ground and felt a hard object on his head side.

"Vlad Savchenko, the man without a past or should I say the Neat Freak. You're losing it, brat!"

The surrendered blond man smiled fully, "Dennis Dubois or should I say Gianni Larssen… you took so long this time!" he spoke in his Russian accent

"Better late than never."

The blond man continued calm watching the landscape from across the balcony

"You're making too many mistakes lately, tired of being flawless?"

The kneeling blond smirked, "Don't think you have the upper hand. What you call mistakes I call versatility"

"Oh you're even speaking in your natal accent."

"Don't need to pretend I'm someone else when I am you" the Neat Freak replied in sarcasm.

"I'm so tired of this!"

"You missed your chance, fratello!" he smirked as they heard a noise on the room's door. He laughed as he had seen the police arriving among the commotion in the street. Taking advantage of Gianni's distraction due to the loud noises on the room's door, he jumped from balcony to balcony managing to escape.

"Drop your gun down!" the police officer yelled to Gianni who shook his head in disappointment for missing the man without a past escaping from him once again.

Gianni obeyed to the police officer's demand.

"We finally got you Dennis Dubois aka the Neat Freak! you're under arrest for attempting to kill a Government's agent brother, Nicholas Kennedy" the police officer spoke as he spotted the riffle on the floor, "And all the other victims in the last 5 years." He added handcuffing him

"I'm not the Neat Freak! I didn't kill anyone!"

"Tell your story at the police station and we will averiguate that, now move!"


Flashback

Slowly, very slowly Piers Nivans awoke, feeling drained, dizzy, exhausted and with an excruciating pain at the level of his recently implanted right arm. His back was aching terribly and his head felt like somebody had worked on it with a jackhammer. After what felt like an eternity, his eyes finally adjusted a little to the darkness around him. It was almost impossible for him to concentrate, due to the loosening, but yet secure grip of unconsciousness still lingering on him. Adding to that came an increasing, throbbing pain in his head.

As his left hand reach out for his forehead, it found a gaping wound there, not a fresh one, but couldn't be very old either. The blood covering it wasn't yet fully dried. He twitched, quickly withdrawing his hand from the sticky gash. The sharp missing noise he made echoed surrealistically in the strange place. Eventually he was able to make out hints of silhouettes in his surroundings. There wasn't much to see after all. He figured vaguely it could be an abandoned freight house, but there was no way to be sure.

The floor was slightly wet and cold, and very uncomfortable. He was sitting on iron grating, but there had to be concrete just about an inch beneath it. He could feel the mouldy dampness under the bare soles of his feet, heating the bruised skin. He tried to stand up, but failed miserably. Not only the dizziness that overcame him pulled him back, but also a cold and quite heavy object on his ankles. His fingers traced down his legs, searching for the source of the problem only to find an iron shackle. Attached to it was a chain, leading into an area he couldn't make out in the darkness.

Piers grabbed for the chain and tried pulling on it, carefully at first until frustration got the better of him, making him pull with all strength his sore muscles were willing to offer. Nothing happened, except for rattling noises, echoing through the room, bouncing back and forth, sounding like spiteful cackles.

Beginning to feel sick to his stomach he sat back, took a deep and uneven breath and ran his hand over his face. Unless something – anything – would happen, he had no chance to escape and the realization sent a thin layer of cold sweat forming on his back.

Still not fully capable of thinking logically he rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times and searched the room again. He didn't know, what he hoped to find, but there was no use in just leaning back and waiting for things to get better.

His gaze flew over misted outlines, but there was nothing he could recognize; only frames, garbled by shadow. However, his eyes caught a slight movement in the grayish mess. He squinted hard and forced his reluctant mind to concentrate. There, on the opposite wall he identified the silhouettes of a lying body. It was too dark to tell in which state the person or thing was.

His attention was drawn to the noise click on the door. He reunited all strength and self-control he could, preparing himself to whatever was going to happen to him.

End of Flashback

"That's the woman who helped me to get out of that place." Piers commented Chris who was sitting by his side as they watched the news on TV about the Neat Freak arrest while the torturing memories came to haunt his mind after recognizing one of the victims, the beheaded medical researcher

"That guy was doing a massive cleanse!" Chris murmured

"Yeah, but I still wonder what kind of cleanse? People who fight in favor or against bioterrorism? Did you get info on that?"

"Witness elimination according to the investigation, but it's hard to tell precisely. We'll have to wait more details when that guy decide to open his mouth."

"I could never tell that guy is the famous Neat Freak."

"Yeah, but that's his advantage. He looks average and that's perfect for disguise."

Yana had finished helping Kyan with his shower and reunited with the men at the TV room. the little boy ran and jumped on his father's lap as they watched attentively to the news.

She looked at the screen as her eyes widened, "Oh my God!" she yelled covering her mouth

"What's wrong?" the men asked simultaneously looking at her

"That's not possible! Well, it's possible, but it can't be!" she spoke not making any sense

"What are you talking about Yana?" Chris asked

"That guy… I know him!"

"Who? Dennis Dubois, the Neat Freak?" Piers asked in surprise

"No! That's not Dennis Dubois! That guy is Gianni! Gianni Larssen…"

"Wait a minute? Eva's cousin?" Chris asked without letting her finish

"Yes! That one and only!" she confirmed nodding her head

The men exchanged gazes – puzzled gazes, "Why are they calling him Dennis?" Piers spoke

Yana sat by Piers' side. Chris watched the news with a very thoughtful and serious expression.


Thank you Xaori, HerpDerp, and DerrickValore for the reviews :D You guys are amazing! Hearts for you :D

First let's start with the dictionary:

Блядь! (b`lyad'!) (Fuck!) in Russian - I wrote the pronunciation because I'm sure no one would understand those letters right!

Брат (brat) (brother) in Russian

fratello! (brother) in Italian

Okay, now done with some new words in our vocabulary (Ha, my fics teaching other cultures things xD). Now let's go to the comments - even though I don't know what to say hahaha

I hope the chapter wasn't too confusing and I'm not sure if it seemed a bit rushed or not. I hope it's in a good pace. We had some revelations huh!

Are you willing to share with me your thoughts on that? :D

Well, of course the story is not ended and there are quite a few things to happen and be unveiled. I hope you enjoy and as always I tell you Stay Tuned!