Wait...I'm getting a WHAT? {Chained XD!}

[Jill Valentine]

Chris is still out there...I haven't found him yet...but I will find him soon. I know I will... He's my partner and I won't abandon him, I know he would do try to find me if I was out there to make sure I was alright too. There are still no leads on Wesker at this time...it almost seems like he's just setting traps. Unfortunately...we'll just have to keep walking into all the traps he sets up until he decides to finally show himself. It's like a habit of his to show up when he's the one who feels like it...but maybe that's just me and all these years of trying to bring him to justice is finally getting to me. Anyway...today's mission is a bit different from all the others. An old friend of mine passed away recently and left something for me in his will. So here I am in Metropolis...a place that was once infested with zombies. Normally, I wouldn't just leave Captain Hazama behind, but it was urgent and a bit too personal to bring him along. I don't know what I'm picking up, but whatever it is couldn't be shipped to Germany and required me to retrieve it myself. Let's hope this helps me in my search for Chris and bring Wesker down once and for all...

Yet another sunshiney day where it looked like nothing could possibly go wrong and everything was going right. Maybe to a degree it was...but for her it was hardly going right at all. There was still A LOT of work to be done and here she was at some lawyer's office sitting in a chair wearing her B.S.A.A uniform waiting patiently for them to bring out what she needed to retrieve. Taking off her hat for a moment while shifting her hazel optics down at it in her grasp...she couldn't help but wish it would be so much faster to find Chris. Knowing he was still alive and just sitting still didn't feel right let alone settle well with her...a man who risked his life for her multiple times that was in danger and she always returned the favor by helping him out of a tight bind as well. Balanced, even, that was what sort of relationship they had as partnersSECRETLOOOVERS, even more than partners....SECRET LOOOOOVERS~! <3 <3 <3but as friends ...a.k.a lovers in denial too. For now all she could do was hope that this was going to help advance both of her searches in some way.

Even if it was just a weapon of some kind, then this trip would be well worth it. Lowering her head slightly...it was days like these where it felt like the world was hanging heavily on her shoulders and the best she could do was keep on going...so she did just that day after day, moment after moment. Obstacles weren't meant to keep people down, they were there to help people over come and improve! Or...at least that's how she looked at it. Better to see the glass as half full, otherwise that was just asking for a ride on the misery express. "Excuse me, you're Miss Jill Valentine, aren't you?" Turning her attention over to the male voice coming from the door, she put on a somewhat pleasant smile being casually polite in response while standing up to approach him, "Yes, that's me"

Putting her hat back on before extending her arm for a handshake with the lawyer, before she could get over to his desk it seemed like he let go of her hand and let out a chuckle while motioning her to stop. Which...she looked just a little confused about since she figured there was some paperwork for her to sign first... "Great! It's nice to meet you! I heard a lot about you, Miss Valentine and I must say it's an honor. But I need you to take a seat...there are a few things to discuss first." As flattering as it was to know her reputation extended to a place like Metropolis, she tried to keep casual...but had very slight undertones of `dude...seriously...I'm pressed for time you know`"That's great, it's nice to meet you as well. I don't mean to be rude, but...I'm a little busy so is there any way we can hurry this up so I can get back to what I was doing?"

Slowly taking her seat once again, she couldn't help but sound as pressed for time as she was in the midst of her casual composure. "Oh I really do appreciate you coming all the way out here with your busy schedule and all! It won't take long I promise! Just need you to understand a few things, won't take more than a minute!" Yeah...sure....ok whatever Mr. Optimistic Lawyer Man wanted to believe, she knew this wasn't going to be THAT short but hey...she could hope while letting out a slightly strained out "Alright...so what do you need to tell me?" while trying not to sound rude. "Ok! Bring him in!"

"...Huh? Him? Did he leave me a dog?" Blurting out her thoughts in a confused fashion...seriously...did he leave her a dog...?! What in the world....oh whatever... "Kinda!" .........how can someone KINDA give someone else a dog? Jill Sandwich was FAR from sure but all she could do was wait at this point.

(DUUUUDE...LIKE....if you wanted something else lemme know xD I was just winging it....cause I totally forgot to ask for further details so I hope this is all KOSHER.)

[chained]

((It's all cool baby cakes. *Gets beaten to death*))

A wind as warm as a last breath blew over the red stained road, the taste of copper was strong in his mouth as the reverberation rang up his arm again and again, the sound of metal meeting bone and bone failing. The sound reverberated again and again as he felt the warm liquid slide down his face. He was laughing again he could feel it, was laughing as the red liquid slid down his throat and~

"Excuse me sir."

Kichiro didn't start, didn't react suddenly. His body had been aware of the approaching man for a while even if his mind had been wrapped in a half remembered dream of a past. It wasn't important not as important as what he was working on. His hands moved as he started to fill the tea kettle with water, the rush of water calming as his heart beat a bit faster. He had been without a master for a couple of days and already he was feeling out of sorts. Even as he worked the case decorated by a silver wolf was not more then three feet from him in case he needed it, in case his master needed it. The thought of having a master again made him calmer, made his heart beat steadier, made him calmer in his heart. He reached for the tea bags in the kitchen.

"Um sir... you are going to be needed soon."

Kichiro stopped in mid reach and looked to the man behind him. He was a nervous looking man in his late fifties. He wore a white suit with a red shirt and a white tie atop that. He was what was known in the Organization as a Shepherd. His job was simple and straight forward but they tended to be nervous around the Hounds. Kichiro understood the reasoning well enough. A Jackel, a assassin of the organization was easy, help them with the contract, negotiate, and send them on their way. They killed the target and moved on to the next mission. The Hounds through while tamer were... less predictable from what he had heard some say. He didn't agree with it but that was what he had heard. The Hounds would do anything needed to carry out a contract as long as it did not violate the contract. They were ruthless and merciless to those before them. While Kichiro did not think of this as untrue the Shepherd was aware of the fact The Chained Wolf was the peak of the Hounds. The best amongst them... and right now he was in his most dangerous territory... a kitchen.

It wasn't that Kichiro was merely bad at cooking. Oh anyone could be bad at making food. Kichiro seemed to violate the very laws of physics in the kitchen. From burning a boiled egg to making a casserole that killed flies nothing seemed beyond him. The Shepherd pushed down his fear and leaned a bit towards Kichiro but not to much. A hound was at his most dangerous between masters. At their least stable.

"Sir. We do not want to be late."

Kichiro nodded without expression at the comment. He was right but... some things had to be observed.

"I am given to understand that the death of a friend tends to make civilians distrot so I am merely trying to make her a relaxing cop of tea that she may enjoy while we go over the particulars of my employment to her."

The Shepherd shifted uncomfortable for a moment and then his eyes widened as a notion came to him.

"Sir that is the tea you found here correct?"

Kichiro looked over and nodded his eyebrows slightly lowered in concentration.

"Yes. Why?"

"Well Sir she might have enjoyed a cup of that very tea with the deceased gentleman and it might bring up memories that would make her more distrot."

Kichiro stopped what he was doing and looked at the tea kettle wondering how a beverage could change emotions so drastically. Sometimes food and drinks could be so dangerous. Just as well he was not aware of the man in the room was thinking exactly the same thing.

"... Is that likely? I must concede both your age and your occupation makes you more trained in dealing with things such as this and I would like to make a good first impression."

The Shepherd nodded vigorously. Kichiro had stopped with the making of tea and that was half the battle the other half was to convince him the rest of the way and hopefully out of the kitchen.

"Yes Sir. Smells and tastes are wired very well into our memories more so then sight and sound even. You must have experienced something similar yourself over the years."

Gunpowder burns on his tongue, carbon, copper the taste of the smell of, it all smells like pork but it isn't pork. Pork has less bones. Burn what you don't eat, don't attract the wild dogs~

Kichiro forced the long night back down in himself where it belonged as he nodded briskly.

"You are correct. I have... experienced the like. We will do without tea for now."

Kichiro stepped away from the teapot to the vast relief of the Shepherd and picked up his case, the floor creaking slightly at the added moving weight.

"Walk this way Sir."

"I would rather walk the way I usually do."

"... If it was anyone else I would assume they were joking as it was just please follow me."

Kichiro followed him glancing in a mirror to make sure everything was as it should be. His navy blue coat was ironed and well hung on his body, the black and silver buckles and fasteners, the black button up shirt underneath with white tie. The black slacks on his legs. It was an odd outfit combined with the 'guitar' case with the silver wolf on it and the shades he wore even inside. He wasn't a tall man, standing merely five foot six and he wasn't built like brick houses like some but he moved with a complete lack of wasted motion. Each move planned out instintually. He wasn't walking arrogantly. Arrogance was overconfident rather he walked like a man who knew what he was doing because he knew exactly what he was doing and had done it before. Confidence based on experience. As he was escorted to the door he walked through on cue and bowed his head slightly and the Shepherd followed, he walked to a nearby desk and put a lap top down on it and opened it revealing a media player with a picture of a old man on a hospital bed. His skin was so thin it was almost see through and his flesh was pale to the extreme, we was obviously on his last legs but there was a determination in his eyes.

The lawyer nodded to the Shepherd and the Shepherd nodded back.

"Miss Valentine I am called Mister White. I am here to execute the will. I am sure you have many questions but they will be answered as time goes on. This is Mister Yamato. As accordance with the will he has been left to you, him and his services for two years. Are there any questions before I play the will?"

[Jill Valentine]

(YAY! :3 -Offers an icepack- ^u^ YOU BEEN PWN'd!)

Waiting....waiting....and some guy walked on through the door with another guy....one was older the other younger. The older one had a professional air to him with the way he carried himself and seemed to be the only one who spoke at this time. Was he the one in charge of the will...not so much the lawyer? Started to seem like it considering the lawyer went right into the background of all this and let this...Mr. White guy take the spotlight. Where was the dog or pet she was getting? That friend of her's on the computer screen who was the sort to keep on fighting until the bitter end...even for his life....he certainly was a good man who did his best for this world. A true soldier by her standards...but why was he leaving her a pet?

Of all people he knew that she wouldn't even have time to care for a cat properly. Just as she was going to stop his explanation....it sounded like...the young man who carried himself with such care and precision was the one she was getting? "That...is nothing like a dog." Blurting out her thoughts in a shocked...and rather serious fashion, she had this `are you joking?` look on her face and wondered if she was inheriting the tough old man's grandson or something. Errrr....something about all of this seemed a bit wrong. Wait...he mentioned a contract....a slave?! "I'm sorry, Mr. White....the lawyer made it sound like I was inheriting a pet, not a person with a contract like some sort of slave. No offense but I won't take part in contributing to a sour part of American history..."

Holding up her hands as though to quietly add a `HOLD UP.` to her sincere but almost offended words. "Unless he can help me with the war on bioterrorism and all the things I have on my plate, I really can't accept this..." Lowering her hands with a bit of a frown as though she was in a state of slight disbelief. After everything she went through....after everything she continued to go through....staring at the picture of her deceased friend...one hell of a tough cookie that's for sure...she sighed and realized the right thing wasn't to just ditch this poor guy. "....actually...forget everything I just said, my shock got the best of me there for a moment. ...I'll take care of him...is he alright with traveling? My current mission is almost non-stop travel...even I barely get any time to rest..."

Letting out a sigh of `what did I just get myself into`...she thoughtfully added..."As long as he's alright with constant travel...I could make things work out...even if he doesn't like traveling, I'll find a way to help him cope...I'm sure of it...." This...was probably the right thing to do....besides it wasn't like this Mr. Yamato looked nor acted like a child in need of constant care.

[chained]

As Jill started to reject the inheritence Mr. White's eye began to get bigger, his hand began to tremble and he started to give solid thought to jumping out the window. It was only three stories up. Almost certainly survivable and much better odds then he currently had. His legs tensed as his eyes fearfully absorbed the knuckles of the hand Kichiro was using to hold his case whiten. Just a moment before he would have charged through the window she changed his mind. He breathed out remembering the importance of air not carbon dioxide laden. His gazed on Kichiro's relaxing hand and smiled out of relief. The lawyer though was smiling out of amusement. He walked over to the computer and clicked the play button on the media player. As if loaded he commented.

"Ma'am I believe you will find Mr. Yamato more then capable of handling himself but before you decide on things Mr. Anthony wanted this video will played for you."

The old man on the screen smiled as the machines keeping him alive could be heard pumping from the speakers on the laptop. He waved weakly at the camera.

"Hey Jill. It's me. If you are seeing this well ding dong I am dead. Don't cry I knew this was coming for a while now so I planned well ahead of time. I liquidized some assets to get you a present. That nice Japanese gentleman you have inherited for the next two years."

He started to laugh in great rasping breaths. The machines making more noises to keep up, to keep his heart beating and blood circulating. Finally he stopped and reached a trembling hand up to wipe a tear from his eye.

"I know you right now you are probably wondering what is going on. Well truth be told that nice young man isn't so nice. He is what is referred as a Hound. A mercenary. Stop gaping yes he is a merc. Very good at it. Very Very Good. Of his organization he is the best of the Hounds. Maybe not the best for killing one man. You would need one of their Jackals for that. But the best at completing missions and coming back alive... Well the point is I bought his contract and his unwavering loyalty for two years and seeing as these are my last days I am letting you inheritate him."

The old man was smiling, obviously reveling in the situation. He chuckled as he looked at the camera and shook his head but slowly his face turned serious.

"You have been a friend of mine through some hard times so I am helping you out in a way you would never let me help out before. You can't break the contract... well you could be you are now between people with large amounts of money and people who kill for a living. I don't recommend it. Besides you need him. I know Chris is missing and you need backup. He will back you up as you need it. But be careful he is a Hound. The Hound. Hound 13, The Chained Wolf. If you order him to cut off the hands of every left handed virgin in a five block radius he will. If you ask him to try to attack this Wesker using only what resides in his pants he will. If you as him to decapitate a kindergartener with a bubble wand he will. He has no moral compass, he has no mercy, he has no compassion. He is a soulless killing machine and well do what ever it takes to complete a mission. Tell him the person, the people, the city, the country and watch him make them burn... at least that is what the brochure said. Well illustrated. Good uses of red."

Slowly he raised the trembling hand and waved goodbye.

"Well best of luck Jill and do try and not get yourself killed. Kichiro... I pass the baton of your leash of free will and under no coercion serve her as you have served me and let all who oppose her reap the whirlwind."

The media player finished frozen on a frame of an old man, his eyes dark and almost sinister. As he finished Kichiro whipped off his tie, the top of his shirt flying open enough to reveal the collar underneath. The silver ring gleaming in the light, and then he opened the case in his hand and pulled forth a cleaver, three feet in length it was no a weapon of elegance and sportsmenship. It was not the weapon of a gentleman, it was a brutal weapon made to cut someone into pieces with one hit and really should not have been able to be held by a man his side. Kichiro fell to one knee before holding out the blade as if offering it despite the obvious death grip he had on it.

"I am Kichiro Yamato, The Chained Wolf, Hound 13 I hearby recoginize the shifting on contract and recoginise you as my Master Jill Valentine your enemies are mine, your foes will be slaughter and crows will gather to eat them, their numbes will blot out the sun. Note this is hyperbole to indicate intent please do not take it too seriously. All this is confirmed by the presence of a Shepherd so says I."

With that Kichiro stood. Cleaver in one hand, open case in the other.

"So Master, who do you wish for me to kill today?"

[Jill Valentine]

What was going on? This Mr. White guy looked like he was freaking out about something...what in the world was his deal? All she did was consider not taking someone in, not start up a mass murder Friday the 13th style! Let alone unleash anything remotely close to the horrors Umbrella Corp. and Tricell had half a mind to. Not even sure what just happened with that, it seemed like SUDDENLY when she decided to just accept this guy somehow willed to her that this Mr. White fellow calmed down. Alrighty then...awkward....quite awkward. About to ask what was up with all the worry, it had to be put aside for now considering that there was a little something to watch after Mr. White told her that Mr. Yamato could be capable of holding his own. Good to know!

Admittedly...watching someone who once stood strong and tall reduced to a bed and tubes was one hell of a heart string tugger. Be strong...just because two important people who made one hell of an impact on her life were gone...didn't mean it was time to get emotional! There was a bioweapon based war that needed strong soldiers! ...but she couldn't keep the facade up forever...tears were forming at the corners of her eyes despite the tough-to-the-end old man's humor. At least ONE missing person she had hope of finding one day, the other was confirmed as deceased. Wiping away the few saline droplets with a soft sniffle...sure she was a big girl, had seen a lot in her life, lost a lot of people, watched them die and mutate, but the loss of a good friend who had been there on the battle field and wasn't a jerk in a casual setting...still hard to cope with. It was like this when she first thought Chris was killed off thanks to some stupid mutated cow.

It seemed like this was a gift....that....was going to be around for two years. Cutting out with the sniffling, trying to get a grip since she was sure that neither of her missing friends would want her to stay in mourning for long. Which...was easily sped up by y'know...the fact that she found out she inherited a MERCENARY. Slowly wiping away a few more tears as she stared at the screen with slightly widened eyes and lowering her hand. Just...what....ok...maybe the rest of this video log would explain something....aside from the fact that this Hound was loyal and good at completing missions...and not dieing. The death thing seemed like a big issue, especially back in her S.T.A.R.S days....not like A CERTAIN BLONDE CAPTAIN helped stop the death count much at all. Resting her hands on her lap, she just kept watching and listening....the most sense she made out of this is her pal Mr. Anthony got her one hell of a partner to help out A LOT and would do what it took to complete a mission.

Save for the fact she had to be VERY precise with her orders otherwise things could go badly....and even that word didn't go far enough to what she was adding up as potential horrors from the wrong order. ADMITTEDLY....she felt a little....off....accepting this...especially at the end where he was confirming that the baton was now in her hand so to speak. WELL...it was better for Kichiro to remain in her care since UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE WHO WERE SUNGLASSES TO HIDE THEIR FREAKY MONSTER EYES she had a really good moral compass and would keep it in the right direction. You know...UNLIKE HER PREVIOUS CAPTAIN OF THE S.T.A.R.S TEAM. Quickly turning her attention toward the Hound Kichiro Yamato since her peripherals caught a glimpse of movement. ALMOST moving her hand over to the gun holstered on her leg, she stopped herself when he started to....acknowledge new ownership? ....and....now she was called Master....this was STRANGE.

"Please, call me Jill or Ms. Valentine...and you're not killing anyone yet...alright Kichiro?" Getting up from her chair slowly as though she was dealing with some kinda wild animal as to not make any sudden movements. Sure, he didn't seem vicious but it was best to be safe and cautious...that was one lesson that practically engraved itself in her head. Displaying a smile she normally used while communicating with distraught individuals to show she was sincere and cared about their situation, she cautiously...yet casually walked up to the cleaver carrying Hound now in her care. "In fact...we're going to get a bite to eat when Mr. White excuses us. Sound good to you?" Jill's tone even matched her smile, making it smooth so she didn't appear to be a threat or something.

MAN...life just kept getting WEIRDER for her, didn't it? Oh well...it sounded like things were going to be alright since she had a brain and strong sense of morality. Er.....at least the video explained why Mr. White freaked out....this boy was capable of some crazy....tricks....that resulted in a variety pack of death.