His Blackened Feathers and Her Red Wings

Outtakes with RE Characters

Since the following chapters would be more serious and the real Apocalypse would begin, I decided to insert a few 'outtakes' to hopefully, lighten up the mood. Enjoy and please rate and review! :3 Note: I do not intend to offend anyone who is British. Thank you once more

Part I: Hair Style and Hair Care

Just another normal day in TriCell for Albert Wesker as he read and reread report upon every report about the progress of Uroboros. Then, Excella came into his room, fixing her already-fixed bun as she walked.

"Hmm, busy as always, Albert?" she purred, standing way too close for Wesker's idea of ideal distance.

"Unlike you, Excella, I have far better things to do than fiddle with my hair." Wesker hissed. He knew already that his hair did not need further maintenance. The moment his comb brushed the golden locks, that was all it needed.

"Speaking of hair," Excella said, finally stopping herself from fiddling with her bun. "I'm curious to know how your hair is so in place and perfectly brushed up. I've seen men trying to pull off that look…and failed miserably."

A smirk came across Wesker's face as he finished reading the last report. He pulled out his drawer to reveal a black comb and a can of styling mousse. An audible "ahh" out of realization escaped Excella's lips as she nodded in understanding. "You see, my dear Excella," Wesker said as he closed his drawer. "Not everyone has perfect hair… But with Uroboros, hair imperfections will be a thing of the past."

"Uroboros aside," Excella said. "What is your shampoo, Albert? It keeps your hair fragrant and clean even if you place yourself in the heat of combat."

"I only use the best." Wesker answered. "I only use L'oreal, because I'm worth it." And he turned back to finishing a few reports as Excella left with a newfound realization of how the great Albert Wesker fixes his hair…and takes care of it.

Part II: Being British

BSAA Headquarters. Right before Alex Wesker and Rebecca Chambers started work for an antidote to the P30 drug, Leon managed to stop Wesker's younger brother for a rather curious question.

"Um, so, Alex," Leon began. He was hoping not to offend the man, but it was a question that troubled him. "Well, you know, I just want to ask…"

"You can ask away, Mr. Kennedy." Alex said with a kind smile. He was amused at Leon's inarticulate attempt to ask a simple question. Not in a bad way, of course.

"Well, don't be offended," Leon continued. "But…how is it like, you know, being British?"

A soft chuckle escaped Alex's lips at the question, but chose to answer it nonetheless.

"It feels the same as how you Americans feel about being American." he answered, lowering the hood of his jacket. "You see, we may have our little quirks, such as saying 'biscuits' instead of cookies, or spelling the word 'honour' with a 'u' and theatre with the 'r' and 'e' interchanged. And we always enjoy a cup of tea in the afternoon."

"So, Albert also does those things?" Leon asked. He was sure that if Piers and Helena, or anyone else for the matter, saw him that way, he'd be the laughingstock of the BSAA. Thank God Chris isn't here to witness this, he thought.

Alex grinned at that statement. "Albert," he said. "Can be a bit more British than I."

"It's possible to be more British than someone who's already British?" the government agent asked.

"Why yes. In fact, I address a television as either 'television' or 'TV' whereas Albert calls it 'telly'." Alex began. He truly felt happy exposing his brother's innermost secret, his British quirks. "Oh, and he enjoys those biscuits from the tin can, not those that come from the jars."

"And tea?"

"He likes his tea mild chamomile… Earl Grey at times, if he's in a bad mood."

Leon made sure to keep all the details in mind as he thanked Alex Wesker for his time and walked away. Those, for him, were valuable pieces of intel that may be useful should they come up against Wesker.