A/N; Arg, this is the second day I've been caught in the ran… Had to come home early from VET because it was making me sick from all of it _;! Arg, just one more exam day and I'm done… Just one more day of trudging 15 minutes in the train to the stations and another 15 to the school _;

On a happy note, I'm finally getting RE0 :D Yesh, RE0 is one of the only REs I lack… I think it's the only one in the main series I don't have. Should have it in about a week~

Now I just need to survive tomorrow…

Review replies, squee :3

ditto9 – Here's hoping they'll make an appearance again… It's been hinted D:! Hehe, that's the good thin… You never had to pretend to be someone else when the person is four XD!

AerisTifaYuffie – I reckon I've passed like, one of my exams XD I wish you good luck on yours when they come around :c I'll try and hurry up the time line when I can… Remember the time line XD! I have a habit of losing the slip which stated what they're doing when and stuff xD;

Lunax89 – Yay embraces~ Gotta love them :3 Hopefully this is a decent enough chapter n_n

Resident Evil = Not mine.

"It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring…"

"He won't be singing much longer if you keep up that singing dear, he'll wake up just to ask you to be quiet!"

Rebecca tapped her fingers lightly against the window pane with a slow rhythm, looking over her shoulder to her father. She had gotten over her bout of chicken pox a good week ago, but still hung around the window in the lounge room every day after school.

She looked back, trying to see through the water trickling down the glass.

The water was coming down in buckets. Rebecca had never seen it rain so hard – Or at least, she couldn't remember a time when she could. The water was so constant it looked like some sort of veil over the window. Things were barely visible.

"He went to bed and bumped his head, and he couldn't get up in the morning…"

"Do you hear that honey? You might bump your head in the morning. Remember you need to work!" Rebecca's mother called from the kitchen. It too ka few moments for Rebecca's father to get the joke.

"Hey!" He called, "I'm not that old, and I certainly don't snore!"

"You wanna bet?" Her mother chuckled.

"I can hear you from down the hall, Daddy!" Rebecca giggled, poking her tongue out at her father. She shifted how she was sitting, so that she had her back against the windowpane but still remained on the brought out windowsill. She was very fond of that spot – It evened out into a Semi-circle, just large enough for her to curl up and watch what was going on outside.

"Oh well, if you two are going to gang up on me, I'll take my leave!" Her father joked, raising to his feet and leaving the room with a brisk walk.

"Watch your head, daddy!" The little girl called, kicking her feet on the ledge of the windowsill. She thought for a moment, not having much to think about. She once again turned her body, rising to her knees and leaning against the window. The rain was thinning a small but, just enough for her to make out a few things.

"Mummmmy." Rebecca called, looking off to the side.

"What is it, Sweety?" her Mother called, peeking through the kitchen door. She couldn't see her daughter due to where she was, but seemed to be pretty confident with where she would be.

"Mum where are our umbrella?" Rebecca asked, dragging out her words with a high tone.

"There should be some by the door. Why?" She asked, then stopped, "… What are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything." Rebecca said dully. She was a bit too distracted with what was outside.

Through the rain, she could just see. There had been no car this time, no bus. Just Billy, on his own. The young man had been trekking through the rain, all the rain from his school. It was about a half hour walk… And it had been raining for over an hour. He was no doubt weighed down by the water that had collected in the fabric of his uniform. He was lucky not to have come across any traffic – His hair was just as soaked as his clothes, causing it to fall over his eyes no matter how often he tried to move it.

Rebecca watched curiously, wondering to herself why he had walked. He walked up the porch steps to his front door, slipping his bag down from his shoulder and setting it on the ground. He tried to arch his body over it as he undid one of the zips, in a vain attempt to keep the water out. He rumbled through it for a good five minutes, before doing the zip back up and slumping against the door.

Another thought entered her mind. Why hadn't he gone in yet? Maybe he thought the same thing, for he turned to face the door and grabbed the doorknob. He tried to open it with a fair bit of force, but ended up kicking the lower portion of the door hard.

Rebecca jolted, surprised by his sudden change in strategy. The boy was obviously getting fired up – He kicked the door a few more times, the pain splintering before he finally gave up.

He swore loudly, unheard through the rain and slumped down on the porch stairs, too frustrated. He rain his fingers through his hair, before quickly tearing his hands away and punching the wall next to him.

Rebecca hopped down from the ledge, and walked over to the front door. She grabbed one of the umbrellas, a red and white one, and walked off to the kitchen. She snuck behind her mother, who was busy chopping something, and took a small chair. She dragged it back to the front door, climbing up onto and opening the door. Once more she hopped down.

Taking a step outside, she was hit by a gust of gold wind. She shivered, before putting the umbrella up. It was large, and hard for her to hold, but at least it kept her dry. Humming quietly to herself, she walked down the few steps and headed for the road. Look right, left, right again. No cars, she was sure. She couldn't see any headlights.

She tried to skip across the road, but slipped. She managed to catch herself, landing on one knee and scrapping it. She whined quietly to herself before standing up shakily. She changed her mind, and walked slowly and cautiously across the road. Her knee hurt, but she was too scared of tripping again to take a look at it.

Billy continued to sit quietly in the rain, though muttering and swearing to himself. Rebecca could just hear him mention something about keys and his step-dad 'kicking his arse'.

She held tightly onto the umbrella with both hands, watching him for a few moments. He continued to talk to himself, being pelted with the rain.

"Billyyy!" She eventually called. He sat up straight, caught off guard.

"Rebecca, the hell are you doing here?!" He asked, blinking a few times. Half from his surprise, and half to try and clear the water from his eyes.

"What're you doing sitting out in the rain?" She asked instead of answered, swaying slightly. Billy rested his elbows on his knees, slumping forward slightly. Screw posture, it was the last thing he could be bothered with.

"I left my keys at home 'cause I thought my mum was gonna pick me up. Then I get the message she wasn't, so I walk home in the rain, get home with no keys, and now I gotta sit in the rain until my Step-Dad gets home." He explained, putting as much empathy on 'Step' as possible. "Bastard's gonna be so pissed he'll full on kick my arse for this."

Billy quickly covered his mouth, reminding himself not to use that language in front of the young child. Rebecca pulled a displeased face, putting a hand on her hip.

"Billy! Those are bad words!" She stated, calling him out on them. He waved his hand slightly.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He apologized half heartedly. He felt bad for explaining in so much detail – This girl was little, after all, and the person least likely to understand his venting. "Still doesn't explain why you're here, Princess."

"You're getting wet out here, so I got you an umbrella." She smiled, easily forgetting what had just been said. She did her best to hold the umbrella forward while remaining under it.

"Thanks Angel-Pie, but you keep it." Billy stated. He gently pushed her hand back, before crossing his arms over his knees again.

"But you're getting all wet!" Rebecca stated, shoving the umbrella forward once more, only further. She gave a loud yelp, feeling ice-cold water hit her opposite arm. She quickly hid back under her umbrella again. She pouted, observing where the water had hit before turning to Billy.

He couldn't help but laugh at how she had reacted – She didn't seem to be able to do the math of One Rebecca minus One Umbrella would equal a Soaked Rebecca.

"You see what I mean? Just take the umbrella and go home. If I take it you'll have to go home in the rain." He said, trying to explain it simply to her.

"But…"

"Darl, I'm already soaked to the bone. I couldn't get anymore wet if I tried." He stated. He raised his arms up, causing water to drain from the school jacket he wore – Of course, all of that water was replaced by the heavy downpour.

She grabbed one of his wrists with her free hand, stubbornly tugging. "Then come back with me!" She demanded, "The heater works really good!"

Billy ignored the desire to correct her sentence and simply shook his head. He got his wrist free, not a hard task because of the rain, and gave her a light shove. "Go on Munchkin, I'll be fine."

She stomped her foot angrily on the ground and turned. She quickly walked back over the road, which thankfully once more lacked vehicles, and headed for her door. Her plan was to retreat inside, and try and figure out another way to persuade Billy out of the rain.

"Rebecca Chambers!!"

She didn't know of her mothers rather upset presence until she was grabbed by the collar, and dragged into the lounge room for a good talking to about why it was naughty to escape the house.

She looked over to the window. The rain wasn't as thick, but it was beginning to hail. Billy continued to sit on his doorstep, until about ten minutes into her lecture, a car finally pulled up.

It would seem Billy got his own talking to from his Step-Father, which the boy clearly chose to ignore and storm inside once the door had been open for him.

"Muuum, can I get Billy an umbrella for his birthday?" Rebecca asked as soon as her talk was done – It would seem that her mother's words had just gone in one ear and out the other.

"Rebecca, were you even listening to me?" Her mother sighed, wishing her daughter would grow up faster – Explaining things to her would be so much easier… And she no doubt wouldn't be so easily distracted.

"Poor Billy, he's all wet out there…"

A/N;

Yeah, short, I know. But I need to get to bed and I wanted it posted before I could get killed by Toshyii for lack of an update.

There was a little bit with Billy and His step-dad, but I decided to take it out.