Summary: It should have just been a regular morning for Chris Redfield. He should have been just heading out for his usual every day job. So why did he wake up to find a certain puppy eared male in his bed?

Pairing: Nivanfield

Author's note: A bit late...like a week. But it's done!

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My Pet Peeve 05

He wasn't even startled this time when he woke up to find the Semi snuggled up against him. Confused? Yeah. But not startled. Once again the Semi was curled up beside him, sleeping away as if it were just the most natural thing to do. Was he still cold? Maybe the heater was broken? Maybe the blankets just didn't add up to the electric type that Chris didn't own. He frowned easing himself carefully out of the bed to not wake his charge as he headed down to the guest room.

Nope. The heater was working, at full blast too. The room felt like a sauna from how hot it was inside. If the Semi wasn't cold, then why did he still sneak into Chris's bed? Maybe his bed was just that much more comfortable? Yeah that could be it. After all, Piers did pass out on his bed yesterday after he'd cleaned the whole house. So maybe he'd trade out beds tonight and let Piers sleep in his room while he took the guest room bed. Maybe there were a lot of loose springs in the mattress that needed to be taken care of.

When he got back to his bedroom, the Semi was sitting up frowning and looking around once more confused about not being in his bed. He didn't seem as surprised though, as if he was getting used to the fact that he never woke up where he fell asleep at. It didn't stop the blush from showing up on his face though when he found Chris standing by the door wearing only his boxers. Did half naked bodies really bother him that much? It wasn't like he wasn't walking around wearing only a t-shirt for sleepwear. How had he managed to wear those combat pants anyway? Well, Chris was more than willing to make some adjustments in the pants so he could wear them with his tail. Hell, he couldn't have Piers walking around with sagging pants could he? Not everyone should be allowed to see such a cute butt.

"Sleep well?" Chris asked, smirking a bit when he saw the Semi perk up some, his ears shooting straight up on his head.

"I um…I-I guess I…snuck in again."

"I guess that bed must be uncomfortable."

"Y-Yeah…" Piers looked up at him looking relieved for the answer. Chris didn't miss how the eyes seemed to travel over his muscled frame, traveling over bulging biceps and unintentionally flexing pecs. "Yeah, I think that's it." Chris didn't miss the pink tongue that came out to lick at plush lips.

"Anyway," Chris said looking away. "Go get dressed. We'll leave in thirty minutes." He got a quick ok as Piers climbed out of the bed, walking past him to leave from the room. Christ had to resist the urge to reach out and fondle the butt being seen thanks to the tail.

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"…Chris?"

"…What?"

Leon frowned at Chris as he stood in front of him. "What is he doing here?" Glancing back, Chris looked up seeing Piers sitting on the edge of his desk, lifting a brow as he looked at the two of them like he completely belonged there. He had the heater sitting beside him, blowing on him to keep him warm against the chill in Chris's office.

"…I'm keeping an eye on him," Chris said looking at Leon again like it was the easier answer to the problem. Leon came in the rest of the way, closing the door behind him as he glared at Chris. He came close, missing the narrowed eyes of the Semi staring at him as he whispered.

"…Didn't you say you'd get him protection?"

"Yeah…that's what this is."

"…This is BSAA, Chris. We don't have time to babysit a lost pup."

"If you consider what it is we do, this is the safest place he can be."

"That doesn't mean you can just-"

"I can hear you guys, you know." Both heads turned looking at the Semi staring back at them, his ears flickering as he frowned at them as if somehow reminding them of his extra sensitive ears. There was question in his eyes when he looked at Chris, considering he'd never told him that he was in danger aside from what happened on his own. But when he turned his hazel eyes on Leon, he narrowed his gaze again at him. "I can fight, if that's what you're worried about. I can take you on right now if you want."

Chris glanced over at Piers at his words, frowning slightly. Fight…did it mean he remembered something about himself? Was he a trained fighter or was it something from childhood? He'd have to ask him more about it later.

"That's not the thing I'm worried about," Leon said sounding too much like he was trying to defend himself from the onslaught. He looked like he was having a hard time of saying what was on his mind until Chris sighed giving in to the glance his way as he turned looking up at Piers. Honestly, when had the Semi slid so close that he was practically nose to nose with Chris.

"Piers uh…" Rubbing at his head, Chris looked away taking a step back to give them space and to hopefully make the scented smell of a freshly bathed Piers disappear from his nose. It didn't work. "Could you…stand outside for a moment? I need to talk to Leon privately." He literally didn't think that Piers would do it, not with how hard he was staring at him but the young Semi finally moved easily sliding off the table to land on the his feet. With how hard he was glaring at Leon, it was surprising he hadn't just jumped on the guy and tore his throat out. For a moment, Chris really thought that he might do just that.

But with a huff, Piers moved walking past Leon shouldering past him roughly even smacking him with his tail before he was out the door closing it behind him none too gently. The room was silent after his exit, Leon's eyes staring towards the door before they turned landing on Chris as a brow lifted up. "Angry much?"

Chris didn't say anything in response, grumbling and trying to figure out why Piers had it in for Leon. Maybe it was just something about Leon that made Semi not like him. Maybe he had too much cologne or hair spray in his hair that was getting to them. Because he sure as hell had never seen Piers get that frustrated before. Especially since usually he looked at Chris with that softer, gentler look.

"You know what I'm about to say, don't you?"

Chris gave him an innocent look at the words before he gave his answer. "No. Why not enlighten me?"

"We can't keep him here," Leon said frowning. "Semi or not, what we do is classified information not meant to get into public eye. He shouldn't have even been in this office at all."

"He's in danger, Leon," Chris said walking to the other side of his desk staring at the piles of paperwork stacked neatly on the side as if wishing it would all just disappear. Like he didn't have this crap enough at home. "I'm not leaving him alone."

"This isn't some sort of shelter, Chris." Leon walked over slamming his fist down on the desk, trying to get the older male to listen to his words. "We can't just bring people in whenever we feel like it. Unless he's part of BSAA or at least one of the other departments here, he can't just…no…wait…what is that look?" Chris didn't even realize he was smirking until he heard Leon's faltering words. "Y-You can't be planning on…"

"Let's see if he likes the idea of joining the BSAA then." Leon's open mouth gape stared back at him but he didn't wait to hear his complaint as he called out loudly with his bellowing voice. "Piers!" Almost instantly, the door opened, the young Semi peeking his head in with a frown before he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

"You don't have to yell, I can hear you." His ears flickered as if to show how sensitive they were as he walked into the room coming to stand beside Chris, his eyes watching Leon suspiciously. What could he be suspicious of?

"Piers…how would you like to join the BSAA?" The head whipped around so quick that Chris literally took a step back at the reaction.

"You…you really mean it?" Though the rest of his face didn't show it, his eyes seemed to shine with the excitement that his body felt, shown also by the tail that was wagging quickly behind him much like a happy puppy. "You'll let me join BSAA?"

"…You do know what kind of organization this is, right kid?" Leon asked the question, the hazel eyes turning on him as the Semi frowned.

"I know enough," Piers said moving back over to the desk to take his customary seat on the edge of the table. "BSAA. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. More or less, you take care of the underhanded dirt that scums try to plague the world with. Things like genetic experiments, biohazard chemicals, bio weapons, that kind of stuff."

"…Well you know the basics to it at least," Leon said giving a sigh. He didn't question how Piers even knew this much, though he did pass a look off to Chris before he walked towards the door. "Fine, I'll agree to it if he can pass the training course. And that's the only way I'll agree to it." He gave Chris a look when he looked back at him before he slipped out of the room.

Leon was leaving it up to him to make sure Piers could really handle this, that he was ready for this. He'd make sure though, make sure that it was really something Piers could grip. "You said you could fight, right?"

"Yeah," Piers said looking over at him.

"Do you remember fighting in the past?"

"I…" Piers faltered here, his eyes gaining a distant look to them before they sharpened looking up at Chris. "I remember a little…not much. I remember running with some people…using my hands and feet to defend myself. I remember using a gun." He held his hands up in front of him like he was holding a weapon, though from the pose and position of his fingers Chris knew it wasn't just any kind of gun. "Looking through a scope…breathing slow…calculating speed, time, wind, the target…. I can remember it like it was yesterday." Piers lowered his hands slowly, letting his eyes slowly rise up to look at Chris. "But I don't remember anything else involving it…I can't see any of the people I'm running with, just that they're there. And my body's starting to get a little restless…like this was something I was born to do. To fight."

"Born to fight…" Chris rubbed at his lips in thought before he gave a brief nod of his head. Muscle memory. It might actually help Piers to remember more about himself if he started doing the things he was used to doing. Granted he did love how well Piers could clean a house, he didn't seem like the type made for maid duties. Something about him, the way he held himself just reminded him of a soldier. But then maybe that just had to do with him being a Semi.

Chris walked to the door, opening it as he looked back at Piers. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

"Training," Chris said walking out hearing the Semi following behind him. "In order to be able to join the BSAA, you have to pass the training course." He glanced towards Leon's office, seeing the other male's head bent over paperwork that was probably to the current case they were working on. They needed more leads. Right now, with the limited amount of information they had, they couldn't move forward with the investigation, a.k.a. send in a team to eradicate the mess of whatever bastard group Umbrella was creating. He might have been the only one besides Leon that believed that Umbrella was behind the recent attacks, but with no solid proof they couldn't make a move against them.

"What exactly is in the training course?"

"Things to test endurance, stamina, speed, and strength, all of which you will need high levels of to even survive with the BSAA." Right now his team was outside in the field doing their own ritual training. He wanted his team to stay in shape, to be prepared for the worst even if the training could never compare to the real world horrors. He wondered how Piers would react once he saw a real B.O.W. Most of Chris's new recruits had frozen up in fear at the first sight of those unnatural monsters, some even pissed their pants. It was the true test, the real test to see if you could handle the fight or if you had to pull out.

Alpha Team was the team under Chris's leadership. It was the job of Alpha team to handle all the on hands, dirty work. Kill as many B.O.W. as you could then return home to live another day. Though sometimes there were causalities of friendly fire or a soldier wandering off and being killed by a hidden enemy. Some just went missing only later to be found dead by some form of torturous attack. Usually, Chris wasn't involved in the researching of potential groups that could be enemies. He left that for Leon and his team. But in this particular case, he'd been involved. Because it involved something personal to him, the death of someone he'd considered his mentor for years. Albert Wesker. The murder had been the fault of Umbrella, though he didn't have enough information to prove it. It's why it was his longest going investigation and why he was so involved in it.

Though Leon was considered his partner, they did best when they worked separately. Leon manned Bravo Team sending his teams out to lead investigations and sometimes going out himself to find clues that could lead to their target. It wasn't their job to destroy, just to search.

Ada handled Delta Team, the team sent in last to clean up the mess of dead bodies while leaving the place as if it'd never been touched. They handled forensics and research to help find cures to the many viruses the enemy has thus far created. The B.O.W. bodies they brought back were always quarantined allowing only for those with the highest immunity and full body coverage to be allowed inside to perform their autopsies. Then once they finished what they needed with the bodies, they were taken to a disposal unit to be burned until there was nothing left.

Then there was Charlie Team…which Chris preferred not to think about. It was run by Jill Valentine, the woman he'd dated for two years until recently. They handled the press, wiping away the evidence from the public eye. They spoke to powerful people, obtained warrants, and were literally the "let's go," group that gave them the access to rush into an enemy stronghold and take down their leader. Without Charlie Team, Alpha wouldn't be able to move, not without trouble anyway. Though sometimes Chris could bypass that little obstacle, being one of the founders of the BSAA after all.

"Here," Chris said stopping them in front of the training room. They'd gotten a few eyes staring at them, the rareness of a Semi inside the department aside from Ada, being the only other Semi ever seen there before. It wasn't that Semi weren't allowed there. On the contrary, the BSAA would love to have more Semi recruits considering their faster speed and better senses. But Semi usually tended to want to stay away from violence if they could. Ada just happened to be one of those rare cases that actually enjoyed this kind of work…and probably Piers if things worked out ok. "This is where the training will take place. I'll give you a week to get used to things here before the final test."

"What exactly are you going to have me do?" Piers asked. There wasn't any suspicion to the question. He just literally wanted to know his task.

"Simple things," Chris said heading inside. They could hear shots being fired off from some of the rooms. Chris glanced back at him. Piers didn't even seem to be bothered by the loudness of the guns blasting away not voicing a single complaint as if he were accustomed to the sound. And considering that it was possible he could use a sniper rifle which could literally rack your whole body with shakes, it must have been the case. If so, where did he learn to shoot?

"I'll watch you train for an hour to see how you're doing then let you train on your own while I take care of things in the office." Piers just gave him a nod, his attentive eyes staring up at him waiting for more instructions. He seemed to follow orders well, almost like he was accustomed to it. Grunting, Chris grabbed a sniper rifle before leading them out the side door to the shooting range. From here, he could some of Alpha team going through their training as well, running laps while some were practicing on their marksmanship. They took pride in their job.

"Here." Chris turned around handing Piers the gun pushing it in his hands. "See those targets over there?" He pointed to the targets far down the lane they stood in front of. "I want you to take them out as quickly as you can. Think you can handle it?"

"Yes, Chris."

"Captain."

"Hm?" Piers blinked looking up at him in confusion. "What?"

Chris reached up rubbing behind his head glancing down at him again. "Call me either sir or Captain when we're not at the house."

"Alright…Captain." It didn't stop the frown from appearing on Piers's face but instead of voicing any complaints, he turned looking down the lane at the targets waiting on him. "This feels really familiar to me." He started taking the safety off the rifle moving to lie down on the ground as he set the rifle up moving his face closer so he was looking through the scope. It all seemed reflective, something he was used to doing through repetitiveness. "Like I've done this a lot of times in the past." His whole body went still, time seeming to pass by slowly before the first shot was fired off. "But why did I do this? Exactly what have I been doing in my past to make me know this?"

The second fire shot off followed by a third and a fourth. It wasn't until the gun was empty that Piers finally looked up at him, staring into his own chocolate eyes before slowly pushing himself up to stand. Chris didn't have the answers he was looking for. He didn't even understand it himself. If Piers had learned this before, it still felt unnatural. Since when did Semi learn to use weapons to fight, to grow immune to the loud burst of a bullet from the barrel?

Chris walked over to the controls, pressing a button that pulled the targets closer for inspection. Perfect shots. Each shot perfectly hit dead center of the forehead with little effort at all from the Semi. A glance back showed the Semi standing there with a sort of blank look on his face before he shrugged his shoulders, hazel eyes turning to look up at Chris. "Walking, running, I can still shoot them perfectly. Even if they're running away or flying, it's no change to the fact that they're my target and must be eliminated." Something about the words bothered Chris. Exactly what did Piers mean by targets? It obviously didn't sound like it had anything to do with the dummy targets out on the lane.

"Let's practice a few more targets before we move on to the next thing." Because at this point in time, Piers had his full attention. Chris was going to sit there and watch him train, watch how he lined up each target in his sights before taking them out. He was going to try and figure out who Piers really was. Because even a Semi shouldn't be able to shoot this perfectly.

TBC…

Yeah I can see a lot of stuff happening in this story in the future.