*Reuploaded because I found mistakes and they made me angry xD
Authoress: Hello again! This chapter will contain the cuteness of a five year old and the seriousness of cotton candy on a hot dog bun. (has no idea what that even means) Plus there is a special guest in this chapter~ Read on!
Bearybeary: Silly name xD Thanks a bunch~
NinMetro: :3 That gave me warm and fuzzy feelings on the inside!
Elevenzombiezz: I know! It's so cute I just want to throw up xD I would like to know a guy like Wesker too! One Day! (shakes fist at the world)
Naoko Suki: I like pillows! I laughed when I was writing the 'pajamas' scene too xD And the painting makes an appearance in this chapter so you will "see"~
Chris Coard: Thanks :)
With you I feel young and confused.
Claire woke up feeling happy and warm. She made a move to stretch but her right hand was intertwined with another, which impeded her movements. Claire turned her head and her jaw dropped. "Wesker!" The older man's hand was still gripped by her own, and behind the book he was reading he smiled. "Yes?" Claire just stared at him wide eyed. "Our hands!" Wesker shrugged. "What about them dear heart?" Claire hissed and yanked the book away. "They are locked together!" Wesker merely smiled. "If you had such a problem with it you would of let go by now, in fact you never would of tried to hold my hand in the first place." Claire got red in the face and looked away from him. He won. " S-shut up..." Wesker smiled. "You still haven't let go dear heart..." Claire mumbled. "You haven't either." Wesker scooted closer, their faces nearly touching in the process. Claire froze. " I don't have a problem with it dear heart...do you?" Claire's mouth moved but nothing came out. She just shook her head. Wesker smirked in response, his hand slipped from her's and he stood. "Now that you're awake I guess I will leave." Claire frowned and the thought in her mind escaped. "Why?" Her hands slapped over her mouth. "I didn't know you valued my company that much dear heart. I'm flattered, though I should of figured that from the way you clung to me." Claire coughed her embarrassment away. The older man laughed and left with a smirk. Claire stared at her right hand that held on for dear life with his left one. She smiled softly to herself.
Wesker had mentioned to Claire that he would visit again. Of course he toyed with the idea of 'sleeping together' like they did a few weeks ago. Claire blushed in response and refused as he expected. He let his eyes roam the office and the paperwork he had signed before he got up from his desk. Without much thought he walked towards the door one destination in mind. However, as soon as he reached for the handle the door opened and two people walked in. "Yo!" William and Alfred smirked at Wesker, an unnerving gleam in their eyes. Wesker rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "What do you two want?" William ignored him. "Planning to go visit a certain someone?" Wesker glared. "What. Do. You. Two. Want?" Both men looked at one another, their eyes sent signals to each other. "Oh nothing really. We just want to give you a gift." Alfred opened the office door and waved someone in. Wesker heard heels clicking and the obnoxious sounds of gum being chewed and bubbles being blown. He knew exactly who the 'gift' was. As soon as the blonde woman walked through the door Wesker spoke, venom dripping from his voice. "I hate you both with a flaming passion." Alfred jokingly blew his cousin a kiss and a wink. A loud pop of a bubble brought everyone's attention to the woman. "Alberta!" She charged at Wesker and hugged him with all her might. "I missed you, you big lug!" Wesker groaned but he had no choice but to hug back else the woman would whine about it later. "Hello Alexia..." Wesker glared at the two giggling men and he swore to get them back. Perhaps sending their baby pictures around the whole building would suffice? No... I need to do something worse...Got it! Wesker sent them a blood chilling smile, which made them stop instantly. Alexia pulled away from Wesker and smiled softly at him, while grabbing a lock of her hair and braiding it. "You've been ignoring my calls Alberta..." William, unable to hold back his giggles let them burst into the air. "Pfft! Alberta!" Wesker took off his sunglasses and gave a death glare to William, the sight of Wesker's eyes shut him right up. Though when he thought Wesker wasn't watching he let some giggles fly out. "I apologize Alexia. I've been busy." Though not that busy. I just don't want to talk to you. Alexia frowned. "You're not that busy Alberta!" She stomped her foot on the ground and sniffed. "Alexia." She shook her head and sniffed louder. Wesker told himself to ignore the sounds, but when it got louder he snapped. "Fine! I'll call you more often!" Alexia cheered. "Yay! And don't forget to let me meet the girl you're trying to woo~" Wesker froze. "Oh. William and Alfred told me. I didn't know you had a thing for younger girls Alberta! And to top it all off she's a Redfield!" Wesker half expected Alexia to rant but her excited cheering of 'Yay Alberta has a crush!' proved otherwise, she was quite supportive. "I wanna meet her!"
Wesker shook his head. "No today." He pushed past the group and headed out of his office. When he was out of earshot William and Alfred looked at Alexia. "So do you wanna help us?" Alexia shrugged. "If he still leaves to talk to her then things must be going well so far..." Alfred grabbed a hold of his sisters arm and swung it back and forth. "This is Wesker we're talking about sis. I love the guy but he's bound to mess up one of these days." William nodded. "Plus who knows what Excella will do if she ever catches wind of this..." Alexia snorted. " Don't even mention that harlots name. If she tries to do anything I'll do my best to stop her." William chuckled. "So are you in sis?" Alfred looked up at his sister and batted his eyelashes. "Of course!"
Claire danced around in her house to whatever she thought of. She was dressed and ready to go, she made sure of that. She didn't want to remember her practically flashing Wesker during his last visit. That event made some rather inappropriate dreams surface as well, it was an awkward situation but she wold shove them down. Her Hello Kitty slippers meowed with each movement of her impromptu dancing. She stopped when she almost tripped over her living room table. "That would of sucked!" She laughed to herself, she was never this clumsy before. Maybe this is because of Wesker? No...it couldn't be. Claire eyed the sketchbooks on the table, and briefly wondered if she should show him the pictures when he got there. She skimmed through them, trying to find the one sketchbook she would never let anyone see, least of all him. "Found it!" It was a thick black sketchbook with the Batman symbol on it, it held all the nude pictures she drew, including the one of Wesker. The thought of the picture made her blush and act paranoid, the closed the sketchbook and placed it somewhere far from her. Shortly after she moved the book the doorbell rang and this time, she looked through the peep hole.
The door opened and Claire smiled up at Wesker. "Hello again!" Wesker smiled back and his eyes roved over her body. "I see this time you decided to wear actual clothes." How disappointing. Claire blushed a little and glared. "Shut up Wesker.' She waved him inside and sat down, she quickly began to pat the seat next to her. "Sit!" Wesker obliged and set the bag that he brought down next to him. Claire regarded the bag with curiosity. "What's that?" Wesker opened it. "The painting." He pulled out the medium sized painting with care and handed it to her, during the trade off their fingers brushed against the others. Claire thanked him with a smile. "It's beautiful..." It was of a large bird who was pure white on the inside, with a colorful forest surrounding it. (1) The painting was a wonderful combination of reds, greens, blues, and pinks and it filled Claire with a calm feeling when she saw it. She stood then and placed it on the hook that was hung previously should she find a painting to place there. While she adjusted the painting Wesker let his eyes wander over to the various sketchbooks on the table next to them. "Dear heart," Claire turned around, she followed Wesker's eyes to the sketchbooks. "Would you like to see them?" Wesker nodded and grabbed four of them, leaving the black sketchbook that she deemed forbidden alone on the table. Claire then sat next to him and handed him two of the thick books.
With curiosity, Wesker opened them and began flipping through the pages, examining every picture she drew. Claire fidgeted and her thumbs twirled around one another, his silence bothered her. Are they bad? Or are they good? God damn it old man say something! Wesker apparently heard her thoughts and he spoke. " Outstanding dear heart." Claire let out a breath of air that she had no idea that she was holding. "But I am quite curious as to why you singled out one sketchbook..." Claire blushed and looked away, she quickly grabbed the sketchbook before he could. She pressed it against her chest. "No reason!" She said a little to quickly. Wesker raised one of his eyebrows, and the wheels in his head were turning. "The picture of me is inside of that particular sketchbook, isn't it?" Claire shyly nodded. "And I'll never let you see it, ever!" Wesker gave her a look that said ' Is that a challenge?' Claire glared. "I won't let you see it."
"We shall see about that dear heart." Claire walked over to her counter and set the book down. "Woof!" Claire looked down at her feet to find Fen wagging his tail and panting. "Woof!" Let's go to the park! Claire having understood the dog somehow, threw a glance at Wesker. "Hey Sunglasses, wanna go to the park?" Wesker nodded and stood. " OK!"
When they reached the crowded park, Claire let Fen play in the grass and with other dogs. She kept a close eye on the puppy just in case, she never let her eyes leave him even as she got ice cream from the vendor, much to Wesker's displeasure.
As Wesker ate his ice cream his eyes wandered over to the girl next to him, namely her tongue as she lazily lapped at the confection in her hand. This. Is. Pure. Torture. (2) He forced his eyes away and focused them on the happy puppy, who was playing with equally happy dogs. The sight reminded him of the happy moments of his childhood, it made him smile softly. "Hey!" He turned and found Claire pointing, lazily at him. "What?" Claire smiled back. "Nothing, it's just that I really do like your smile. It even helps that you seem to be smiling more often now." Wesker shook his head. "I blame you dear heart, you radiate happiness, which in turn causes me to smile. It's your fault." Claire giggled. "That's good right?" She returned to eating her ice cream, a smirk of triumph on her face. That fell when her ice cream was gone. "Aw! Damn it..." She pouted and Wesker couldn't stop the laugh that bellowed out. Claire joined him in laughter, the two must of looked crazy to the passerby's, of course they didn't care and laughed harder. When their laughter died down, Claire stood and grabbed Wesker's hand, she pulled him up and beamed. She grabbed his other hand placed it on her waist. "Let's dance!" Wesker chuckled. "As you wish Claire." The two twirled around to the music of dogs barking, fountains shooting water, and the laughter of children. To them it was a symphony that set the imaginary mood of their dancing. They looked misplaced in the park, and they stuck out among the 'normal' people that surrounded them. Their dancing only lasted twenty minutes before they stopped and stared at one another.
Claire took the time to examine Wesker more closely. His blonde hair was still bright and devoid of Grey hair, and there were hardly any signs of his age on his face. Of course as time passed he would have at least a few wrinkles here and there but at the moment he had none. He appeared to be aging gracefully. She hoped that she would be as lucky as he was when she got older. Wesker did the same, and behind the sunglasses he admired her youth. She was his opposite in everything it seemed. She was vibrant and held no evident worries, she always smiled, always laughed and though he joined her when she did, the moment he left her his laughs and smiles would fade and be replaced with scowls and walls all over again. If he would allow himself to admit it, he was jealous of her. Jealous of her never faltering energy and joviality. She is so young, she should be here with someone else. Someone who isn't plotting to break her heart...
But the thought of her here with another makes you angry doesn't it?
Fen ran over to the two humans and nuzzled against their legs. "Woof!" I wanna dance too! Wesker chuckled and scratched behind Fen's ears. He was happy that the cheerful dog brought him out of the pit in his mind. It wouldn't do him any good to be stuck there. "Silly puppy!" Claire let go of his hand and turned to the panting dog. She lifted his front legs and danced with him, humming Dancing Queen and chuckling. She soon stopped and looked at the sky. "The sun is going down..." She turned to Wesker and beamed. "That means the fireflies will come out soon!" Fen barked in response. "Woof!" Pretty light bugs! "I haven't seen fireflies in a long time..." Claire gasped. "Go outside more! Did you see them when you were a kid? Did you catch any of them?" Wesker was taken aback by her questions and his shock was evident but he answered calmly. "Of course I saw them as a child, I've never caught any before however." Claire stomped her foot. "That needs to be fixed!" Wesker shook his head. "I am much to old to catch fireflies dear heart. My childhood has long since passed." Claire grabbed his hands and held them in her own. "Stop being so depressing! You. Are. Going. To. Catch. Fireflies. With. Me." Wesker stared into her Grey orbs, they held a fire that dared him to say no. "Dear heart," Claire placed his hands against her heart. She frowned slightly and she took on a hopeful look again. "Please?" Wesker forced himself to ignore where his hands were and focused on how cute Claire looked. She truly wanted him to partake in such a childish act, she wanted to fix his childhood. It was futile, but he wouldn't stop her. " You are child at heart, beneath all that fire aren't you?" Claire smiled softly.
When the sun went down and the fireflies showed themselves Claire quietly cheered. In truth she hasn't seen fireflies since she was little either and she always expressed a desire to stay at the park for as long as she could to see them. However, being in the dark alone, at a park, didn't seem like a good idea so she couldn't. But Wesker is with me, and so is Fen.
Buzz!
"Woof!" I found them Momma! The fireflies buzzed around them and Claire gazed at the glow of the park around them. "Pretty..." Wesker stood beside her and nodded, Fen decided to chase the bugs around the park, and he barked when one landed on his nose. "Hold out your hands Wesker, else you won't be able to catch them!" Claire's hands were already full of the glowing insects and she cooed at them. Wesker mimicked her movements, and sure enough his hands became the landing space for the fireflies. The green glow reflected onto his glasses, and behind them his blue eyes were wide and focused on the bright light. As a young boy he thought of fireflies as angels who found homes in trees and guided those who encountered them to heaven. Which was why as a child he always became transfixed on the light emitting from the bugs. He pulled his hands apart and watched as they flew away. "See! It's beautiful." He could only nod in response. Claire giggled as her batch of fireflies walked on her hands. "That tickles!" Her giggles almost forced her hands apart, and Wesker found himself behind her, his arms touching her waist and hands supporting her cupped ones. "They will fly away if you keep moving." Wesker whispered in her ear.
Claire's face flushed when he spoke. He was so close to her that her back touched his front. Claire shivered and she realized that the warmth coming from Wesker was welcome in her opinion. "Thanks." Her voice was soft, and she was sure that if Wesker wasn't so close to her he wouldn't of heard it. "Your welcome..." Wesker never moved away, and instead he rested his chin on Claire's shoulder. Neither of them spoke, and instead they watched the fireflies dance in the palm of Claire's hand.
How romantic~ I wish I had fireflies were I live! This chapter was suppose to be posted around 1:30 AM but then I fell asleep xD So here you go! The next chapter will have Claire with her girlfrans. That should be fun right?
(1): If you can name the painting I described I will...I don't know. Love you forever?
(2): Poor Wesker, I know that feel bro, I know that feel xD -not really I just make jokes about it because I'm immature at times :3
