Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 12 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 12
.:Chapter 12:.
Alcohol
Despite everything that was said, Wesker waited with Chris until the brunet could stand without falling. They sat in silence for a while, Wesker leaning casually against a nearby wall and Chris sitting on a metallic bench. They were still in the shower room and, luckily, Chris was only without a shirt which was currently balled in his lap.
Chris was more shaken that anything. He wondered, now that the headache was gone and he was left to his thoughts, if Sheva actually let go; If she did, she surely wouldn't survive. From what Wesker had said, Sheva was simply unconscious-- however, was Chris suppose to take his obse
Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 11 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 11
.:Chapter 11:.
Trust
When Chris awoke, it was to another headache. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip in attempts to brace the pain that was swelling in his temples. Both hands cupped the sides of his head and a low groan escaped his lips as he rolled onto his left side to face the edge of the bed. Just when he was going to push past the pain to somehow remember the memory induced dream, an arm curled around his waist and into his stomach.
Chris froze and he momentarily forgot the pain; He allowed his left hand to drop slowly, gliding down blindly through the darkness until it found the mysterious hand cupping him so protectively. H
Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 8 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 8
.:Chapter 8:.
Advice
Chris completely lost track of time.
The brunet had pushed away the pot of pasta some hours before and now had his forehead leaning helplessly on the table. His arms were limp at his sides and, by this point, his mind was blank. The smell of old macaroni and cheese was lingering in the air and there was little he could do to prevent himself from vomiting. In fact, all he seemed to muster was pushing it farther away, to the opposite edge of the table before dropping his arm back at his side.
Chris couldn't seem to find the energy to stand up and take care of the dried macaroni let alone walk all the way back to his roo
Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 19 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 19
.:Chapter 19:.
Conversations
Claire was on her feet by the time the front door was closed and was quickly moving across the room towards her purse which most likely held a weapon. She was shouting, rather loudly, and Wesker had taken to dropping his bag near the door before merely leaning against the wall beside it as the two siblings began talking.
"Claire! Claire! Please, rela-- Claire, put down the gun," Chris urged as she was soon holding a handgun pointed over Chris's shoulder to the blond behind him.
"Do you have ANY idea what this bastard has done to us, Chris?! Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot him right now!"
"Becaus
Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 14 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 14
.:Chapter 14:.
Lunch
Chris woke to find his chest pressed firmly into the back of his enemy; his arms were wrapped awkwardly around the blond, one caught underneath Wesker and going numb while the other around his waist. Chris went to pull them away when he realized the blond had his right hand tangled around Chris's interlocked hands and he suddenly didn't want to move ever again.
The lack of light told him they still had time to laze about until the inevitable time when Wesker would have to get up for his injections and he wouldn't return for an entire day of which Chris would have to find his own entertainment.
Chris looked down at the
Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 4 by FatalYaoi, literature
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Shattered Memories - ChrisxWesker Chapter 4
.:Chapter 4:.
Green
Even as night fell, Chris was unable to sleep. A mix of lack of trust for Wesker and worry clouded his thoughts and thus, sleep did not partake. His gaze fell out of the clear window, the dark beyond showing nothing but a lusty shade of black and low silhouettes of various plants. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and his head positioned onto his palm while his elbow rested on the armrest connected to the door.
Chris had felt himself debated for long, silent hours whether or not he should ask Wesker what the outcome was of his partners. He almost laughed sardonically at the thought. Chris couldn't possibly see Wesker tellin