Crossover : Resident Evil.
Characters : Kuroko Tetsuya, Akashi Seijuurou, Araki Masako, Kagami Taiga, Alexandra Garcia, Furihata Kouki, Mayuzumi Chihiro, Yoshinori Susa, and Mochizuki Kazuhiro.
Pairing : Akashi/Kuroko. (just hint)
Rate : T
Words : 2433
Summary : He wakes up here with nothing to remember. No where. No how. No why. No what. No who. But, who's the gentle red haired man that helping him since his waking? And why he feels uneasy around this man?
0******************0
He wakes up naked with the feeling that it had happened before.
But he can't remember when or how or why.
Or who he is.
He is in a glass containers, he knows that much, floating in the midst of blue liquid.
There is something on his face. Whatever it is, it allows him to breathe underwater. Various tubes fed into his body, and he wonders if these tubes are providing him with food.
And the room around him… dozen of people wore white clothing… it seems he is in a laboratory or some kind.
He blinks, confusion etches on his face. How he can know so much about this, yet not remember so much about the most important ones like his own name?
Two people are talking, a red haired man and a black haired woman, the only ones whose words he could make out. He does not recognize either of them, but he feels that he should.
"He's taking almost no nutrients from the system." The woman says to the man. "The regen seems almost spontaneous. It's like he's sucking energy out of thin air."
He has no idea what any of that means. Except for "thin air," which he assumes he has no access to, since he is surrounded by water. He looks around for anything useful for him, maybe there's a tablet with his name written in it. But the only thing that he could see is a monitor nearby. There's something written radiated from the monitor, and he squints his eyes to see more clearly.
PROJECT PHANTOM
He stares blankly at the words. Project Phantom? What is that? He analyzes the situation carefully. This Project Phantom, could they be referring to him?
The red haired man that was talking with a black haired woman, now turning his head towards him, his piercing mismatched eyes are like stabbing thorough his very being.
"Can you hear me?" the man asks. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
The thing on his mouth let him breathe, but keeps him from talking. He remembers that nodding will work in this case, so he does.
A smile tugs on the man lips. "Good." He says, before turns to one of the other people in the laboratory. "Begin the purging process."
He hears a strange noise. Moments later, the water is down to his head. Then his neck, his chest, and so on, until the tube is empty. Hot air blasts him for a few seconds, drying him off. Then the container opens, one of the people in the laboratory removes the tubes and the thing around his mouth. As he gasps for air, he can see the red haired man takes off his coat and drapes it around his body.
"His recovery is remarkable." The black haired woman in white, who is now behind a computer, talking about something. Probably about him. "The regeneration of both organs and tissue is simply off the scale. And his powers, both physical and mental, seem to be developing at a geometric rate. Better than we ever could have hoped for."
With trembled body, he tries to sit, pulling close the coat that had draped around him tightly. His eyes start exploring the room, taking in the sights, sounds, the different colors his surrounding. He's almost not aware of a gentle hand brushing his face and hair softly. He grabs the hand to remove it from his face, but not let it go. He is clutching the red haired man's hand tightly, feeling his warmth on his own cold skin.
"How are you feeling?" the red haired man asks, brushing his shoulder.
He grits his teeth, and opening his mouth. "Wha… wher… whar…" he tries to speak, but the sound comes out scratchy. He tries again. "Whe…" his breath caught. He hisses, frustrated at himself for not being able to say a single word.
It's fortunate the red haired man knows what he wants to say, and prompts him. "Where are you?"
He nods.
He sees the man giving him a soft smile again. "You're safe," the man says, making him confuse. The red head pulls him slowly to his feet, holding him tenderly when he stumbles as his feet are still weak. He closes his eyes, trying to focusing himself at the man's gentle voice. "It's okay. I got you."
He looks down, the humming of the various pieces of equipment pulsing under his feet. His gaze is moving upwards, watching one of the people in white –not the red haired man and the black haired woman- is standing near him and using a stick of some kind on a piece of paper.
He just stares at it, tilting his head in confusion.
He has no idea what it is.
Apparently, the red haired man notices him staring at something, because the man then takes it from the other man and asked, "Do you know what that is?"
He shakes his head.
"It's pen. See?" the man says, starts mimicking the other man's motions.
He watches it in astonished.
The red haired man takes his hand, put the stick –pen, isn't it?- into it and guides it onto the piece of paper.
"A pen," the man repeats, before letting go his hand.
He tries to using the pen on his own. He cannot do much with it, even though he's only just figured out what it is, he recognizes that what he is doing with it is silly looking.
So silly, in fact, that he smiles.
"That's right," the red haired man says. "Pen."
The man picks the pen and the paper up from his hand, taking them away. He feels a little sad that his 'attraction' is gone. He feels warm and strong hands cradle his head gently, tilting it and makes his eyes locking with the red head's mismatched eyes.
"Look at me," the red haired man says, looks serious. "Do you remember anything?"
He blinks.
A strange smile widens slowly on the man's lips. It makes him uneasy. "Do you remember your name?"
What is that?
"My… name…?" he whispers.
The concept is tickling at the back of his mind. He knows what a name is, he is pretty sure, but it would not come to him.
He sighs, feels frustrated at himself.
The man also looks disappointed, before turned back to the other people. "I want him under twenty-four hour observation. I want a complete set of blood work and chemical and electrolyte analysis by the end of the day."
His breath caught when a sharp pain suddenly stabs his head. The red haired man's voice sounds muffled now. He winces, hands clutching his head tightly. There's a ringing in his ears, loud and shrieking. He grits his teeth to prevent scream coming out of his mouth.
Then suddenly, it hits him.
0**0
"What's your story? The place is littered with ex-law-enforcement types who wound up here because it sucks everywhere else. There's got to be a story here."
"This is can become your lesson. First rule of Security Division. Don't judge a book by its cover."
Brunette woman smiled at him. "I got where I am now by paying attention to things that nag me. So I just kept an eye on you.Then I noticed something."
"Listen to me. I want to know who you people are, and I want to know what's going on here. Now."
"Nijimura, you've got to hurry, you've got to help them!"
A silver haired man spread his arms with a crazy look on his face. "It's undead! Everywhere!"
"My God, Nijimura, there's something killing them in there!"
"You're not a cop, are you?"
"That homicidal bitch may be our only way out of here."
"I can help you get the virus. I have access to security plans, surveillance codes, the works."
"Ogiwara-kun, hold on! We're gonna come get you. We need to cut this wire, then we can throw it to him. Then we can go get him. Hold on!"
"We have fallen into a zombie apocalypse, apparently."
"Blue for virus, green for the antivirus. There's a cure."
Navy Blue eyes watched him in worry. "You're infected. You'll be okay. I'm not losing you."
"My name is Tetsuya. We're not safe in here. That fire will spread."
"They hunt in packs. If there were more, we'd have seen them by now."
"Teikou. They want to keep news of what's happening here from getting out."
"They did something to me."
"There won't be any help. According to Aida, Teikou knows it can't contain the infection. So at sunrise, Tokyo will be completely sanitized."
"He's dead. You can join him, or you can do as I say."
"He's infected. On a massive level."
"They made me one of their little monsters!"
0**0
He gasps, his mouth open in a silent scream.
0**0
There's a familiar red haired man in front of him. Smiling at him with mismatched cat-like eyes piercing his being. "It's a T-virus ,Tetsuya, and you're right, it's not at all natural. Believe it or not, it came about from a study into something that would retard the aging process, a skin ointment that would keep the skin cells from aging."
He could feel himself talking. "It's nothing personal. But in an hour, maybe two, you'll be dead. Then, minutes later, you'll be one of them. You'll endanger your friends, try to kill them, maybe succeed. Sorry, but that's just the way it is."
"My name is Tetsuya Kuroko. I worked for the Teikou Corporation."
"I glimpsed hell, saw things I cannot describe."
"I became a freak."
0**0
The flashes are gone. He blinks his eyes rapidly, sweats running on his wet skin. He remembers his name.
His name is Tetsuya Kuroko.
"Sir!"
That is one of the lab techs whose name, Tetsuya now remembers, is Chihiro Mayuzumi. He'd noticed something on the brain-wave pattern indicator and is trying to get the attention of the red haired.
He also remembers who's the red haired is.
Dr. Seijuurou Akashi, a genius scientist and also the chairman of Teikou Corporation. The man who'd experimented on him and his childhood friend, Shigehiro Ogiwara. The man who he had given his heart to. The man who had betrayed him.
"Advanced reflex testing is also a priority. I want electrical impulses monitored and his-"
"Sir!" Chihiro interrupts.
Sounding annoyed, Seijuurou asks, "What is it?"
Tetsuya does not give him a chance to answer.
"My name is Tetsuya Kuroko. And I remember everything, Akashi-kun."
Seijuurou's eyes widen. Before he can even move, Tetsuya lunges at the man beside him – Susa Yoshinori, if he's not mistaken- with the pen the man still held, going for his eye.
Frozen in shock, Susa does not move, even though Tetsuya stops just a millimeter short of his cornea. The blow will kill him, after all, and Tetsuya has no interest in killing a young man who is just doing his job. Besides, his wife is expecting a baby, and it is not fair to her. Instead, Tetsuya coldcockes him. Two orderlies come out of nowhere to subdue him. Tetsuya subdues them in about two and a half seconds. Then he grabs Seijuurou's arm. Him, he wants to kill. But, no, that is not fair. If this man dies now, he cannot begin to pay for what he'd done to him.
So, he breaks his arm. Let this man feel pain for a while. It will start to compensate for the pain Tetsuya'd suffered at his hands.
Then he throws him headfirst into the tank he'd been held in.
A Taser dart hits him bare flesh and sends thousands of volts through his system.
He chuckles. It tickles.
They have made him too good. So good that they cannot stop him.
Maybe he should give his thanks to Akashi-kun. Because of him, there's no one can stop him.
Ripping out the Taser dart, he throws it right back at the guard who had fired it.
The guard does not laugh. It does not tickle him, though it did leave him insensate on the floor.
The other technicians, orderlies, and scientists flee the lab.
They are smart.
Down the hall, Tetsuya knows –he is not sure how, but he knows—that a guard named Kazuhiro Mochizuki is watching him on a surveillance camera and screaming into a telephone.
"This is Central, request immediate backup, maximum response. Nemesis experiment is loose. repeat, Nemesis exp—"
Tetsuya wants him to stop talking.
So Kazuhiro stops, falling to the ground, nose bleeding, screaming in agony as something slices through his mind.
Facing no resistance whatsoever, he leaves the lab and walks toward the front door. He is in Teikou's Corporate headquarters in Kanazawa, which he now knows is where they'd relocated after the Tokyo disaster.
He also knows that some friends are waiting for him in a parking lot outside, because he can feel the presence of one of those friends, the one that the same as himself.
Kouki Furihata.
Even though he had remained with Taiga Kagami and Alexandra Garcia, who are now fugitives, they had risked showing up here, because Kouki knows that Tetsuya will be here today.
Sure enough, an SUV is parked where he expects it to be. Taiga is driving, with Alex and Kouki in the back.
"Are you okay?" Kouki asks in worry.
Tetsuya gives him a small smile. "I'm fine, Furihata-kun." He cracked his knuckle. "Thanks to them, I'm more than okay."
"Where you been?" Alex says with a smirk. "We've been waiting all night."
"You took a big risk coming here," Tetsuya says as he gets into the shotgun seat next to Taiga.
"We like to live dangerously, you know that." Taiga says, grins at him. "Furihata said you'd be here, so we came. We figure you're worth the risk."
"Assuming," Alex adds, raising her eyebrow. "You can still do all those nice magic tricks you did in Tokyo."
"And more," Tetsuya says quietly.
Teikou has thought that when they managed to cover up the Tokyo disaster, it was over.
They are wrong.
Several lifetimes ago, Tetsuya had approached Satsuki Momoi about revealing the existence of the T-virus to the general public in hopes of discrediting the Teikou Corporation and forcing it to face up to its illegal, immoral activities.
Now Satsuki is dead, Tokyo had been destroyed, and Teikou still rolls merrily along, believed by all and sundry to be a benevolent corporation.
Tetsuya's determination to change that had only grown.
And the tools with which he will do it are the very enhanced abilities that Seijuurou and Teikou and its scientists had given him.
For them, the nightmare has just begun.
A/N :
Damn… Kuroko as Alice Abernathy… it's badass…
Well, like you see, this story is not based on the game Resident Evil, but the movie. Because, you know… I never played the game, I only watch the movies. ( So when I search everything about Resident Evil, I confused. Because Alice is nowhere in the game)
I intended to make a new fic about this story, but I'm not sure. Are you interested to read it if I prolonged this story?