I'm sorry for not being on... or updating. I've been busy, and my friend's b-day party is this weekend... and stress, and blah blah, excuses, blah. Umm... I've been playing a variety of games lately... annnndddd... I've been kinda busy. (Lol, not really. Just an excuse) Anyhow, I want this fic to turn out DECENT. I mean... I have 69 reviews for my crappy RE4 Self-Insert (SI) story... WTF? Plus, ideas for original stories have been popping up in my brain...

Guys... please be nice, and review. Please? And... please tell me if Chris is OOC, and somethings won't happen in this fanfic like in the game. Only small stuff will be taken out; maybe you'll notice it, maybe you won't. Its not a big deal. This chapter will focus more on Denya.

Disclaimer: *Sighs* Why must I do this? I don't own RE, just my OC.

XX

Denya stared out of the Hummer's window with boredom. Nothing but dust, dead shrubs, and those odd looking trees. Africa. Out of all places of an illegal trading, or whatever the Hell was going on, it had to be Africa. Why couldn't it have been in the U.S? The BSSA was crazy; sending her on a simple mission. It wasn't the fact that it was hotter than Hell, it was the fact that Denya had to assist a man who was not only taking steroids, but that he was probably going to turn out like every other man she had ever met, or assisted on a mission.

Even the plane ride was hectic. Denya's ears have never hurt so bad in her life. She bought all the snacks she wanted, except gum. She practically begged Chris for a piece, but claimed he didn't have any on him. She was reduced to stealing it, right out of some kid's bookbag, and claimed it was an emergency.

Denya stared at Chris;

A bossy, self rightious, full of himself, type of man. Denya tried to read Chris, but is was kinda hard to. It didn't matter. Denya wouldn't take anything from this man.

Not this time. Denya was not going to take anymore shit from anyone. This woman was put through enough boring missions, and not a single mission turned out fun, or interesting. True, she was a grown woman, trained by the BSSA for seven years and counting, but a girl's gotta have fun sometime... right?

Not to mention, it was hotter than Hell outside. Denya looked over at Chris, who was intent on keeping his eyes on the road. Chris seemed... okay. But the stubborn lavender haired woman tried to judge Chris, in any way she could;

Oh, look at me Denya, I'm a big strong man, so serious about driving to stop something illegal. Look, I'm going to try and protect you, because your a girl, and I'm the boss because I'm a man.

Denya let out a sigh, and propped her elbow on the side of the door, and stared boredly out the window.

The grass was high and yellow, and the sun's rays beat down on Denya's face, and into her eyes. Letting out a hiss, and covering her eyes, the lavender haired woman squirmed in her seat, as she looked away from the sun.

"I hate the sun..." Denya mumbled darkly.

Chris was annoyed with the woman already. Chris had never met someone who complained so much in a day. The plane ride wasn't any easier on Chris either. Denya had complained about the pressure in her ears, and literally went through some kid's bookbag, desprately looking for gum. The woman hated everything apparently. First she complained about Chris, then the plane ride, and now the sun. Did this woman hate every single soul on the planet?

"Do you complain about everything?" Chris asked, as he let out a sigh.

Denya kept squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She kept unbuckling, and buckling her seatbelt.

"Thats my job," Denya answered simply, as she made the choice of leaving her seat belt off.

Chris made a face of disgust.

Send me hail God, send me hail. Hail the size of canalopes. I bet Denya would love some hail...

"Do you enjoy looking like that?" Chris asked, flicking his eyes at the woman. To him, she looked like a punk teenager.

She did have a skinny-ish body, her skin extremely pale, her greasy, chopped up lavender hair, and the misuse of makeup around the eye that was visible. The other eye was covered up by a thick, lavender strand. Chris wasn't saying that she didn't look pretty, he wished that the woman would at least look more... decent. Chris kept his eyes fixed on the road.

Chris could see a bit of disgust, and disbelief in Denya's face in the corner of his eye. Just because he was wearing sunglasses, didn't mean that he couldn't see clearly.

"Do you enjoy taking steroids? Your man-junk must hurt like a bitch," Denya said, with a twinge of victory in her voice.

Chris slammed down on the brake, stopping the Hummer. Denya jerked forward, and hissed;

"What the fuck, Redfield?" she hissed.

"Get out of this car," Chris hissed, giving her a dirty look.

"It's a Hummer..." Denya kept insulting him, trying to break him.

Might as well have fun with this, right?

Chris got out of the Hummer, and Denya sighed. She opened the car door, and Chris was giving her a glare.

"We are not going back into the car, until you learn how to respect me," Chris hissed, holding the keys in front of Denya's face.

"Christopher Redfield, give me the Goddamn keys," the woman hissed, trying to grab the keys that Chris was holding in her face.

Chris jammed the keys into his pocket; "We can stay out here all day, Ripp," Chris said, calling her by her last name, like she did earlier.

"I don't give a damn how hot it is out here, we can stay out here all day. You need the sun anyway," Chris said with a slight smirk.

Denya's eyes widened, and she jammed her hand, frantically into Chris's pocket.

"Hey, hey! Don't touch me!" Chris said, moving back, and trying not to let the angry woman into his pocket.

"I have reached into my friend's shirt to get a dollar back, Chris," Denya began, still trying to grab the keys, "and she was a girl. I have reached into my friend's pants to get a lighter," Denya went on, and tried to grab the keys, but ended up digging her nails into Chris's thigh, "and he was a guy."

Chris grabbed Denya's wrist, and flipped her on the ground. It was totally self defense.

Denya looked up at Chris;

"We're not going to get along."

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Oh boy, Denya and Chris sure don't get along very well... um, sorry if it was short, but I wanted to add a humourous chapter, while making it semi-long. Please, please, please, use the review button!

~Saiyan Werewolf