Chapter 10: No Need to Be Afraid

Author's note: Oh, man. I meant to update this last night but personal matters got in the way. But now I have access to my laptop and I can upload the next chapter!

I'm so glad to hear that you all enjoyed the last chapter! Thank you for your kind words! Here's the next chapter, as promised. This is more in the perspective of Chris and I have to admit that I love this chapter :).

To Justsomegirl17: Oooh, masterminding in the works! Watch out! Hahaha :). I was giggling when I wrote that author's note, but it's completely true! He can't control himself ;D. Anyway, thank you for the compliment on my name. It's biblical and means princess :). Bonjour, darling, hope you like the chapter!
To Sheva Redfield: Oh, no need to apologize! I actually had this certain idea since I played RE6 (I don't want to give too much away right now) but since this story is doing so well, I'm excited to write more! Thank you for the motivation! And I'm sorry if this chapter brought back bad memories. I sort of understand. I don't see my dad often either, majorly because he has a new girlfriend. Anyhow, I'm sorry you have to go through that. It's terrible when a child can't talk or see their parent often. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you get to see your dad more often :).
To Sivan IXXX: Haha, yes, Sheva's got a support system going xD. The only reason I can update often is because I only have one story. You are a lot more ambitious than I am! Haha, I'm too lazy to have more than one story going at one time :P. But I love your ResiEvil stories very much and I hope you continue them :).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the RE characters that are included with this story. Capcom does.

To say the least, Chris didn't have the greatest night sleep. When he had gotten back to his room after talking to the girl the night before he felt something he wasn't familiar with. He didn't know how to identify it. He felt unsure—the things she told didn't seem real. Confused—however, as untrue as they sounded, they seemed to fit his dreams and the images in his head. And finally alone—he had this whole other life that he felt wasn't his own.

He wondered if anyone else had tried to search for him. If anyone else out there cared enough for him to come to a foreign country, want to help him remember and convince him to come back. He had no clue if there was someone else, but there was one person he was sure of; the girl across the hall.

She had come into his unnerving life and fought with and for him. With him, because he was stubborn—as was she—and for him, because she wanted to help him regain his memory. He still didn't know who this girl was and it irritated him to high levels.

These thoughts and feelings kept going through his mind. He thought his head was going to explode. He looked to the clock and realized he had been silently thinking to himself in his room for almost 2 hours. He could feel himself shutting down but he was scared to sleep. He knew a nightmare was waiting for him. Reluctantly, he finally fell into slumber.

However he awoke, panting and sweaty. He indeed had the nightmare. She had died all over again. But this time, when he woke, he wasn't scared like he always was. Granted, when he woke he was panicked and nervous but relief instantly washed over him. Maybe it was the fact that it was a dream, but Chris knew better. He knew he felt relieved because he knew the girl was in fact alive. She was only two doors away from him. It comforted him and he accepted it.

When she had first arrived, he thought his life was to become a living hell with her bombarding him with questions. But soon he realized she might be a blessing in disguise. He was scared to learn about the person he really was. But the idea of her being there with him and telling him about his life made him eager to learn more. He also worried that she might leave and give up on him. The idea frightened him immensely.

The sun was shining brightly in his room. He rose out of bed and stepped into the shower. The hot water cleansed his skin and made his nerves come to life, the water cascaded down his body. He rubbed his chin and instantly felt stubble. He thought of how he looked; he knew it made him look older than he actually was and gave him a look that warned people not to dare bother him. He thought of what the girl might think of his appearance. 'She probably thinks you're some crazy old man,' he thought.

He shook his head and rid himself of his self-consciousness. He noted that the girl had a youthful appearance. She had a fresh and pretty face, glowing skin and bright hazel eyes. She also had full smooth lips. Chris caught himself thinking about her in such a way and quickly chased the thought away. He didn't even know her name!

He got out of the shower and dried himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the mirror. After getting a quick glimpse of his reflection, he opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the complimentary razor the motel offered. He started shaving his jaw and made his way to his chin. Once he was done, he washed his face getting rid of any residue of the snipped hair.

He looked at himself in the mirror and stared. Before, he looked tired and withered and now after the shave, he looked a bit younger. He decided he liked the way he looked this way better. He dried his hair with his towel and searched for some clothing.

While putting his shirt on, he noticed that his clock read the exact same time as it did when he went to bed. He walked over to the side table and grabbed the small technology in his large hand, "Piece of shit." Great, now he didn't know the time of day. He was about to throw the small item across the room when out of nowhere, he heard a soft knock on the door.

He thought who it might be and then it clicked that it must have been the girl from across the hall. He felt his heartbeat quicken and quickly placed the clock back in its place. He was about to answer the door when he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. 'Calm the fuck down. It's just the girl.' He repeated this thought a few more times in his head, and then when he felt ready, he opened the door and sighed inwardly.

She smiled up at him and studied his face for a moment. "You shaved." It wasn't a question, more of an observation.

He rubbed his chin, "I did."

"You look nice." She tilted her head and gave him an inquisitive look.

"Oh. Come in." Chris moved to the side of the door way to make way for her. She nodded her head as if to say thank you and walked in. He closed the door and turned to her. She was looking around the room, taking in the atmosphere.

"Not much in the way of diversity in this motel is there?" she asked. His room looked just like hers only mirrored. She walked towards the small couch and took a seat.

"No, I suppose not." He still stood by the door watching her. He noted that the top she wore complimented her. The deep purple brought out the warm gold in her skin and made her skin look luminescent. Chris caught himself again, thinking about her in a more intimate manner and pushed the thought to the back of his head.

She noticed him staring at her and quickly became uncomfortable under his gaze. 'Did I put my sweater on inside out or something? Why is he staring at me like that?' She wrapped the sweater she wore tighter around her body becoming self-conscious.

He noticed her gesture and immediately he averted his gaze. 'You're freaking her out, you idiot!' he screamed at himself in his mind.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

Chris was pulled away from the chanting in his head when he braved to look back her again. "Huh? Oh, yea. Uh, so, what are you doing here?" Chris said in a low voice.

"Well, you came to me yesterday, so I thought I might come to you today. That is if you want to learn more about yourself." Sheva realized how weird that sounded. She watched as he took a seat on the edge of his messy bed, facing her.

He simply nodded. He didn't really know what to say. It became silent for a moment. He stared at the floor between the two of them. He thought of something to say and decided to go the honest route, "I do want to know more. But the things I'm curious about, I'm afraid to know them."

Sheva was surprised at what she heard. He had just opened up to her and it caught her way off guard. She thought for a moment and then looked to him. "What are you afraid of?"

Chris looked right back at her and became nervous to confess his reasoning. He opened his mouth to say something but chickened out and shut his lips. He looked away from her and cursed at himself once again, but this time for being a coward.

Sheva picked up on his hesitation. She'd never seen him like this; at a loss for words. She stood up and tentatively walked over to him, making sure not to scare him with her closeness. She sat on the bed next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He felt the warmth of her hand seep through his shirt. He looked to her and noticed the soft look in her hazel eyes. "Whatever it might be that frightens you, you should know: you don't need to be afraid."

Author's note: Aw, Sheva's so sweet. And I think it's fair enough to say that Chris has feelings for this girl, yeah? I think so :).

In the next chapter, Chris confronts Sheva about the hesitant answer she gave him about joining the BSAA. Sheva decided it's fair to open up to him. But how will he take her honesty? We shall see!

I can't wait for Saturday! See you then, Sarai.