Authoress: I thank Naoko Suki for sharing her story, as well as NinMetro for her offer to help (which I shall put to good use when I get stuck! Hope the chapter is good for ya~) Elevenzombiez, thanks a bunch! Herro to MonsterMuncher! Hayyy newbie hayyyyy :D

And to all those who have alerted drop a review sometime, yeah?

Anyway to answer Naoko's questions (and the others since I'm sure you're wondering.) This chapter will show the reason why Wesker's parents are divorced and his current dilemma. I tried my best with showing his sadness and eventual coldness as the years pass. Forgive me if it isn't all that great. (Also I have not forgotten about Excella...*insert boooo's here* she shall appear in future chapters.)

The Separation Game/ When I want to forget, I talk to you.

Four

Small feet pitter-pattered on the cold tile floor. It was Christmas and he didn't bother sleeping a wink before the day came. The blonde boy was excited for the presents he would receive and seeing his mom and dad happy for the day. Sadly, when he reached his last step he arguing in the distance.

"You're leaving? It's Christmas Alan! Christmas! Albert has been waiting forever for this day. Telling him that you won't be here to spend it with him, will crush his heart!" An older mans voice overpowered the woman's. "I know Ivanna, I know! There isn't anything I can do about it so stop it!"

The young Albert sat on the floor, clutching a little rabbit toy as he listened. He held on to the rabbit as tight as he could when the yelling got louder.

"Stop what Alan? Stop being worried about our son's happiness? Stop feeding him lies whenever 'daddy' leaves? What do you want me to stop? Each time you go he asks me where 'daddy' has gone, each time Alan! I kills me whenever he looks at me with tears in his eyes. 'What is Daddy doing Momma? What does he do each time he leaves? Why does he always leave us?' I'm tired of it Alan!"

Albert heard his dad yell louder. "Don't start with me Ivanna!" Albert jumped when he heard a door slam and the angry grumblings of his dad. When Alan saw his son sitting on the floor and clutching the toy he bought him his heart broke. The little boys lip quivered and he sniffed. "Albert..." The sniffing got louder until he let out a sob. "Mommy and daddy are fighting again..." Albert wailed into the stuffed toy. "Oh Albert don't cry..." The boy felt his dad pick him up and rub his back soothingly. "I'll be back I promise." Albert began to kick and scream, shaking his head furiously. "No! You always say that b-but you never do!" Alan hugged his son tighter, the older man let out a thick sigh. "I'm here now right? I won't leave Albert. I won't leave..." The boy pulled back and looked hopeful. "You're going t-to stay?"

Alan nodded at his four year old son, and hugged him tighter than before. "I'll stay for as long as you need me...I'll always come back." Albert hugged back tightly, his little arms squeezing his dads neck with small force. He never wanted him leave, never.

Albert's Christmas was was filled with cookies and both of his parents. The only present he truly cared about.

Six.

After his mother taught him how to tie his shoes, Albert was hard at working trying to perfect it. He showed off his tying skills to his tutors, the gardener, the maid, anyone who could see it. All except his dad, the man would be showing up later on that day. He was sad that his dad had to go to work again but the older man promised to come back. Today was his birthday and his dad promised to give him a huge hug when he came home. Ivanna walked into the kitchen with at phone attached to her ear, she looked angry. "What do you mean you won't be able to make it home! It's his fucking birthday Alan!" Albert looked down at his feet, his little heart crushed. "Daddy isn't coming home?" He stared at the untied shoes on his feet, tears building up. "Don't tell me that! You run the company! Surely, you can take some time off?" A males voice sounded garbled to his ears, but he didn't need to hear it clearly to know who it belonged to. "Don't lie to me Alan, are you with that secretary of yours? Is she in the room with you?" The gardener walked into the kitchen as Ivanna hung up the phone. "Micheal..." She cried into the mans chest as he rubbed her back. He isn't daddy.

Albert ran away from the hall where he once stood, he ran past the expensive paintings and busts until he found the maid Sarah, a young woman whom he loved like a sister. The young woman was startled by the little form colliding with her legs. "Albert?" The blonde boy hugged her legs and whimpered. "Daddy and mom are liars! Liars!" The woman's hands placed themselves on his shoulders. Ever since that say, Albert has always hated birthdays.

Seven

"Dad! I made new friends today! One's name is Chris and the others name is Jill!" Albert talked as fast as he could, afraid that he wouldn't be able to talk to his dad anymore due to his tight schedule. He needed to get all the events of today out of his system. "That's great Albert! Don't forget to always be polite with them!" Albert nodded and left his dads office. He skipped down the halls until he bumped into a woman with heels. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Albert looked up and glared. It was the secretary, the one whose voice made him feel like snakes were squeezing his throat when she spoke to him. "Evil lady..." He whispered and ran past her. The woman's heels simply moved toward his dads office like nothing happened. The two were going to 'talk' again.

Eight

Albert didn't say a word while his parents argued. He only sat at the table and colored Micky and Minnie Mouse. "You lying, cheating, bastard!" He colored their fur Black. "What about the gardener Ivanna? If I'm a lying, cheating, bastard then what are you?" The two adults continued to argue while he finished the picture. The majority of the picture was finished except for the big heart in the middle, just above the characters joined hand. He almost reached for the Red. "Don't bring Micheal into this! And I haven't even slept with him, unlike you!" The two continued to argue louder than before, and Albert continued to color. His hands nearly crushed the crayon he was holding, when the coloring was completed he wrote mom above Minnie and dad above Mickey. He stood and stared at the picture on the table. The heart was pure Black.

Nine

When they said that they were playing a game, Albert frowned angrily. His parents called it the 'Separation Game.' Albert would live with his dad during some weeks and he would live with his mom the other weeks. His mother had a fake smile, her red lipstick sticking out in the somber outfit she wore. Albert glared at her. "I'm not stupid." His moms smiled dropped and she fell to her knees, hugging him close and crying. "I'm so sorry Albert..." The nine year old didn't even listen to her sobs. "I'm not stupid, all you had to say was that you got a divorce." Albert's body shook uncontrollably. He almost felt tears run down his face but he forced them back, shoving them down to the pit of anger and hate in his stomach. They were liars. The whole lot of them. Liars.

Weskers eyes opened and he lifted his face off of his desk. When he fell asleep, he didn't know. When he got home, he couldn't remember. The dreams he had however could be recalled clearly, the memories of his childhood still played in his head.. He could still feel the anger he just couldn't let go in his heart. Wesker ran his fingers though his hair and sighed. "Today would have been their anniversary..." He stared at the ceiling and groaned. "Why now? Why do I have to go through this now?" The ringing of his phone brought him out of his annoyed state. He got up and searched for the device. When he found it he stared at the Caller ID. He let the phone ring.

Missed Call: 643-2834

He wanted to laugh at the whole situation, the irony of it. The sound was killed and replaced with a growl as he nearly threw his phone. Almost calling his mother was one thing, but his father calling him? No. He definitely wasn't going to talk to the asshole. He's still with that whore of a secretary..." Mom is still with the gardener.

He let out a dry chuckle and looked at the clock. "9:45." Emmy's is still open... He grabbed his keys and left, one person crossed his mind and he was determined to talk with her. Why he couldn't figure it out, but he company would be welcomed right now.

Wesker walked through the glass doors of the cafe and sat down. He could feel Claire's eyes on him and he wondered why. He absentmindedly motioned to push his sunglasses up only to find that they weren't there. "My sunglasses..." He smiled softly to himself. Your wish had finally been granted dear heart.

Claire made Wesker tea, deciding that he wasn't exactly in the mood for coffee. After all seeing him without sunglasses had to mean something was wrong with the man. She hoped he wouldn't mind as she brought it over. "I made you tea..." She looked away from him, after talking to him with his sunglasses practically glued to his face she was nervous about seeing them off. "Sit dear heart." Claire placed the mug on the table and sat down. She fidgeted in the chair. "You wanted to see my eyes for the longest time and now you shy away when given the opportunity?" Claire frowned and glared at him. The glare was immediately softened when she saw his eyes. They were the prettiest Blue she could ever imagine as an eye color. She felt as if she could drown in the ocean of his eyes but forced him to look away. "Your eyes are very pretty..."

Wesker smirked. She stared at his eyes for the longest time. "Thank you dear heart, but I prefer your eyes. Such a beautiful Grey..." He watched her skin turn Red and he almost laughed. It was easy to make the fiery girl blush, he liked that. "So what brings you here Wesker?"

Claire wished she could take her question back as his face darkened. The Blue eyes became colder and he frowned. "I.." She could tell that whatever he wanted to talk about was something he normally kept to himself. She felt a little flatter that he chose her to talk about it with. "My parents," Claire waited for him to speak again, she flashed him an encouraging look.

"My parents divorced when I was nine. As soon as I left the house I never talked to them again. I was content with my decision but now..." Claire frowned slightly. "But now you want to talk to them, and then you don't." Wesker nodded. " I don't know how to deal with it. I've never wanted to talk to them until weeks ago." Claire's frown deepened. " I wish I knew what advice to give Wesker. But, I've never been in that situation before. Just don't force yourself to dial their number. Give yourself time, when you're ready you'll know what to do." Wesker chuckled darkly. "I find it funny how I can tell you this and not William and Alfred." Claire smirked. "What can I say? I'm a fairy remember?" I just worked my magic is all...of you ever want to talk about this again I'm here." Claire stood and pointed at the tea. "And drink it! It will help, plus I made it with love," She smiled at him then attended to the other late night customers, leaving him with the tea that oddly smelled like coffee.

I made it with love.

Wesker brought the mug to his lips and smiled. "I can tell dear heart...thank you."

The drive home was silent. Wesker contemplated calling and not calling for what seemed like hours as he drove. If he called what could he possibly say? I hate you, both of you seemed like a good idea. I miss you, I love you seemed like a good idea as well. He blamed the nearing holidays for his predicament, he blamed the fact that the day would have been a good day for the both of them if they stayed together. He just wanted to forget the lingering pain in his heart.

"How much more time will this take? Its been twenty-five years, and I still can't let this go..." Wesker pulled into his driveway and turned off the car. He rested his head against the steering wheel, careful not to sound the horn. "This is almost as annoying as Chemistry..." He walked into his house later on that night and found his phone ring again. He only stared at the caller ID, this time it was his mother. The phone rang and rang until it finally stopped. Wesker sat and stared at it, his hand inching toward it, fingers hovering. He grabbed the phone and dialed his mothers number. His thumb just barely touched the talk button.

Poor Wesker. The next chapter will be lighter and fluffy~