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Title: The Art of Brutal Seduction
Characters: Sakura & Wesker
Location: Sakura's office
Rating: Higher end of PG-13 for some language and violence.
Summary: Wesker comes to Sakura's office, but it's for more than just his check up. The gears are in motion.
Day/Time: Day 87/morning
Sakura heaved a sigh as she surveyed her new office in the new building that was Malaise House. She was exhausted (jet lag was a bitch). Still, she had to unpack her things and be ready for anything; such was the life of a doctor.
Raking a hand through her rather disheveled hair, the doctor walked to her desk, grabbed a hair tie, and pulled back the pink mess, ready to start the laborious job of unpacking her belongings. Her attention was taken away from the task at hand, however, when she heard her door open. She had a patient to deal with already? Well, it wasn't overly surprising, considering the long plane ride. She turned to greet who ever it was with a smile, only for the smile to fall into a bit of a scowl. Albert Wesker... She didn't have the energy for this.
It had become something of a game. A slow moving cat and mouse game that was entirely at the end of his fingers, vaguely amusing, and facilitated by their daily ’check up’ sessions. He had been told upon coming to the facility to ‘find a hobby’. It would keep him occupied and give him something to focus on. Some kind of therapeutic practice or another. Unfortunately, all his hobbies were frowned upon.
Still, it felt nice to be back in America. Russia was far too constricting and it had been difficult to keep in contact with his outside business. Through all of this, he had still been attempting to maintain his endeavors in the…less than pristine line for employment of the man’s choice.
“Good morning, Doctor.” He said, standing in the door way with his arms crossed, leaning on one hip. A light smirk was playing at his lips. She looked Stressed already. This was the perfect time to deploy his little scheme.
Trying to quickly pull herself back together, Sakura responded, "Good morning, Wesker-san? What are you doing here?" She was being short with the man, and she knew she would regret it later. He had a way of remembering her less than professional moments and dangling them in front of her. He got under her skin and then mocked her, and it drove her to the brink of insanity. She'd almost considered asking for him to be transferred to another doctor, but in the end that seemed like more trouble than it was worth. She would have to answer questions as to why, and not only that, but she would have to deal with knowing just how weak he thought she was. She couldn't stand the thought of someone considering her weak.
Forcing her voice to be sweet and forcing a smile, the doctor said casually, "I wasn't expecting any patients today. I figured everyone would be too tired."
“Not everyone is as tired as yourself.” He gave her in reply, letting his smirk linger just a little longer.
“International travel it not as difficult as it is made out to be. I once spent nearly an entire day in transit between Paris and Antarctica. I can assure you that no helicopter ride lasting more than a few hours is pleasant.” Besides, he had been asleep for most of the flight compliments of the nursing staff and their liberal use of tranquilizers.
“I can go if you’d like to skip today’s appointment.”
Wesker didn’t care much as he found them particularly useless in function, but it would add another instance to add to the list of his doctor’s ineptitude.
Sakura bit back a growl and clenched her fists, the smile becoming difficult to keep. "No, no, it's fine. Let me just get my things together for your physical," she responded rather quickly. Sakura quickly went digging through the boxes searching for her stethoscope, gloves, and the other bare necessities for the check up. The man never much changed in his physical health anyway.
Still searching, Sakura questioned, "How have you been feeling since you woke up from your coma?"
“I’m recovering. You seem to forget just how quickly I heal, Sakura.” Wesker answered, moving to unbutton his shirt so that she could check him over. The policy on looking for bruises, scratches, or signs of maltreatment were really very lost on him as he doubted they would show at all after an hour or two depending on their degree of severity.
He had only awoken a few days ago to find that the institution had changed dramatically, but little of it bothered him. He had a plan for everything, after all.
“Though I’ll admit, the events leading to my hospitalization have given me a lot to think about.”
Hopefully, she would be nosy enough to take that bait.
Back still turned to him, Sakura pulled a face at how informally Wesker had addressed her. Finally, she found her stethoscope and turned to face the man. She began the process of searching for any harm to his body. Everything seemed to be normal.
"Glad to know you're doing well," she responded. Placing the ear pieces of the stethoscope in her ears, she placed the cold metal against his chest. "Breath," she commanded. "Out" was the command not a moment later. The process was repeated several times. Finally, she removed the stethoscope, placed it on her cluttered desk, and wrote a few things down. He was normal as far as normal for him went. Turning back around and leaning again her desk, she crossed her arms over her chest and questioned, "And just what have you thought about, Wesker-san?"
Hook line and sinker. That’s what he liked to see.
“About a great many things, but I do believe that is a matter I should be discussing with my therapist, don’t you think? I’ve been assigned to a new one.”
Yet again.
This was either the third or fourth reassignment.
He was less than enthusiastic for obvious reasons.
Sakura shrugged at what her patient had to say. "Then go see your therapist. I think it would do you good." She picked up her chart for Wesker and began flipping through it. "After all, you've had aggression issues in the past that I feel you should discuss, as well as whatever it is you want to get off your chest right now." She looked through the chart to see who the man's therapist was this time. Irvine Kinneas- she really knew very little about him, just that he was relatively new.
“Anger issues? Are you not the one always encouraging me to express myself?”
Wesker knew this was a sore spot with the young woman as he had come close to throttling her a few times but to be fair, they were for very good reasons. The man was incredibly difficult when it came to his personal health, preferring to monitor himself rather than allow someone who’s knowledge was sketchy at best and probably in possession of an internet medical degree, do the job.
“Come now, you can’t still be upset at me for reclaiming my blood sample. Besides, you are one to talk. Even if I didn’t have superb hearing I’d be able to hear you shriek.”
Sakura raised an eyebrow at the man's question. "When, Wesker-san, have I ever told you to express yourself?" If anything, she wished he would keep to himself entirely, then there wouldn't be as much trouble for her. Still, with her luck, Wesker would have ten examples and rub them in her face. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts of how the man could humiliate her, that she almost didn't hear his next comment. Unfortunately for her, she did hear it. She glared at the man, and it pissed her off even more that she knew he wouldn't be at all intimidated by her. She hated that!
She placed her hands on her hips, a reflex, trying very hard to restrain herself. A growl was emitted from the back of her throat, and her short fingernails dug into the skin of her palms. She would love to disembowel the man, or something similar.
“On numerous occasions” He answered simply, letting her examine his half naked self. The blonde, having nothing to do most days, took liberal advantage of the gym. He had to work off his aggression somehow but it was a sad substitute for the regular sporting activities that he enjoyed. Somehow, he didn’t think that slaughtering the living would be allowed. Glorious sarcasm.
“I see you every morning, do I not? And nearly every morning, you manage to make some comment or another on my attitude or conduct.”
He was getting to her. That much was obvious. Some people were just so easy to read.
“I happen to think that I carry myself quite well, all things considered.”
A step closer.
“I could do a lot worse, even drugged as I am.”
With a huff, Sakura responded, "Because it needs fixing. If you would cooperate with your therapy maybe you'd be out of here sooner." She didn't voice that that also meant he would be away from her.
As he stepped closer, Sakura's heart began to beat harder and faster. Strong as she was, she knew she couldn't fight him off. Besides, it wasn't as if the man feared the security here either. Quickly moving away from her desk, she started rummaging through a different box. She quickly found the blood pressure cuff.
"Sit down," she commanded in a clipped tone.
He sat, eying her as he did so.
“May I remind you that my stay here is in lieu of a triple lifetime sentence in jail. I doubt my cooperation in therapy with a different therapist every week, none of them having any kind of proper credentials mind you, is going to help me ‘get out of here’ any sooner. For some reason, it was deemed that I would be allowed to be in such a minimum security facility because of the cocktail of tranquilizers that I choke down twice daily.”
No thanks to her.
“Is it so hard for you to accept that this is simply the way I am? That I have no resounding issues to talk out or demons to confront? I am the master of my demons, if anything.” He had been called one several times as well. Namely by that Winchester boy. He would have to investigate him further when the opportunity presented it’s self.
Sakura rolled her eyes. The man was so full of himself that she wouldn't be surprised it he wasn't comprised of muscle at all- it was just his ego trying to escape.
As she placed the cuff around his arm, she heaved a sigh and sat next to him. Pumping air into the cuff, she responded, "Everyone who works here has perfectly fine credentials. However, I will agree that the patients shouldn't be shuffled around from therapist to therapist so much. Especially since unlike you there are some people here who are in legitimate need of treatment." Her mind went to Naruto. It always hurt to think of him as a patient in this place. She barely paid attention to Wesker's pulse as she thought about the blonde boy who was like a brother to her. Finally, she released the air from the cuff.
Taking Wesker's blood pressure had at least made her feel a bit better, as she had admittedly made the cuff far tighter than it should have been. It gave her a sense of accomplishment, and she could barely stop herself from grinning. The edges of her mouth had turned up just a bit.
“If you bothered to pay attention of looking into the background of your peers I think that you will find otherwise. During my stay I have seen members of the Japanese Mafia, the US Government, those running from the US Government, and other select organizations come and go for their own select reasons; and your intention in trying to use your pressure gauge as a tourniquet to express your displeasure in me is a failed attempt though I have now noted your hostility and passive aggressive attempt at torture.”
Perks of having the Head of Security in his pocket.
He had caught that, knowing full well how long it should have been on his arm, and how much pressure was required to take an accurate reading. Well now, she was acting out already? This was almost too easy. Were he lacking a bit of class, Wesker was sure a well placed vocal slur or two would send her over the edge and into a flying rage. Another thing or two to add to her list of shame.
Sakura knew Wesker had a point about the staff at Malaise, and it was one of the things that worried her about Naruto being treated here.
Sakura froze momentarily at being caught in her torture attempt. Growling, she threw the damn thing back in the box from which she had gotten it. The sound made assured her she'd more than likely be needing a new one of those. "Shut up," she growled. God how she would love to punch his nose in, but then she would be out of a job and have a terrible reference. Never mind the crap she would get from Tsunade (as if the woman didn't have her own fair share of bad references). Plus she would never hear the end of it from Naruto or Sasuke-kun.
Grumbling, she growled, "God, you piss me off." She was slightly horrified at the admittance, though she knew it wasn't anything new or unexpected to the man. She was quite sure he took some sick pleasure in driving her up the wall. She walked over to the sink, washed her hands, and then snapped on her latex gloves. Pulling out a fresh syringe and needle, she sat down next to the man to perform probably her least favorite part of any check up with him- blood samples. The thought pissed her off even more, if at all possible. Still, she could perform no form of torture here as extracting a sample from him was a delicate process.
“Now now Doctor, Such language.” The Tyrant chided with a snort, watching her closely as she came back armed with another potential weapon. He wore a blank but vaguely amused expression, as usual in their sessions, but dropped it in favor of a brief ‘are you joking me?’ glance.
“Should I fear for my safety with in this part of the exam or it all of that out of your system now?
I tolerate your lack of decorum day in and day out but this morning leads me to believe that perhaps you are the medical attendant that made an attempt on my life whilst I was comatose. It‘s hardly professional…but then again, neither are you.”
The last part of his comment being for sure fun. Leon had mentioned something close to that happening and whilst Wesker wasn’t all that surprised, he had yet to track down who it was. Still, if she jabbed him too hard or bent the needle, he might take a particular joy in taking a detour trip to the headmaster, or at least threatening to do so. IS was this kind of thing that lent it’s self to manipulation. His pocket was open, now all she had to do was jump in.
Sakura carefully extracted the blood, and put the vial in the freezer for safe keeping until she could perform all the necessary tests on it. Disposing of everything properly, she went over to the sink to wash her hands again.
"Wesker-san," she started a bit coldly, "no matter how much I dislike you, I would never make an attempt on a patient's life. I would greatly appreciate if you wouldn't insinuate such things." That accusation pissed her off far more than anything else he had yet said to her. "Also, you should be well aware that I wouldn't act like an idiot while taking your blood. I wouldn't put anyone at risk like that." Her voice was like ice. She was beyond pissed off. What she felt she wasn't even sure had a name. She knew she loathed him. Part of her wanted to demand him out of the office, the other part wanted to cry from a mixture of frustration and uselessness. Still, she would persevere. She would not be broken by Albert Wesker!
“Your previous behaviors might indicate otherwise, forgive me if I hold a suspicion or two. One has to explore all the possibilities when gathering information and then assess it as they see fit. Someone on the staff was kind enough to ‘fill me in’ so to speak, and mentioned it. Believe me, I would love to think that you were incapable of doing such a thing but you continue to surprise me.”
He could feel her rage and it was more satisfying than anything he had done for a long time. It was only a matter of time before she really did attack him. Either that or…well…the alternative explanations were just a little too bizarre for his liking.
“May I get dressed?” The slightest bit of a sneer, just to fuel the fire a little bit more. Maybe she would cry. Maybe she storm off or force him out of the office. Sakura’s heart was beating, her pulse rushing as she got more and more upset. The sound practically beat in his ears despite the few feet between them.
Sakura gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat. She could hardly find her voice to respond to him. However, part of her, a part she wanted to throttle, agreed with Wesker. She was hostile to him, not that he didn't deserve it, but he had no way of knowing she wasn't the type to try to kill him- especially with who else was hired at Malaise.
She shrugged at his question. She fought off the rage and the tears, taking a deep breath. Finally, she nodded resolutely. "Yes. We're mostly done. Just need to do a few final tests. If you could face the eye chart..." She nearly choked on the words. God she wanted him gone! Finally, she turned around, hoping there was no evidence on her face of her near breakdown, but it was unlikely. She was no good at hiding how she felt.
Walking over to the chart, she asked him to read the lines. She had no doubt he would pass, he always did. She didn't know why she didn't kick him out... Well, that was a lie. She did know. He would hold it over her head. But for God's sake, there weren't even any scheduled check ups today!
Ah. She was trying so very hard to stay strong. It was like blood to a beast. Honey to a fly. Lust to a whore.
Her patient studied her for a long moment before standing and rolling his shirtsleeve back down. The needle mark had already healed, the cells easily drawing back together after a few seconds.
“Yes mostly done…” Wesker agreed, taking a few steps in her direction.
“But you know perfectly well that my eyes are in perfect condition.” Three more quick steps and he was right in front of her. His normal rate of movement was drastically stalled by the chemicals in his system but the action had taken less than a second and was more of a blur.
“I think we can skip that part of the exam.”
Another second between them and his hands clasped around Sakura’s thin shoulders.
One - Two-
They were up against the wall.
Her thin frame pressed up between the plastered wall and his hard, warm body.
He was going to break her.
Tear away everything she held so dear.
That was the prize for winning and thus the game began with her chest against his, and yellow eyes burning from behind dark glasses.
Sakura was about to tell Wesker to just cooperate, but no sooner had she barely even turned around than she was pinned against the wall.
Panic coursed through her. She hadn't been expecting that, and she had no idea what was going through her patient's head.
"What the hell are you doing!?" the doctor shouted. She was enraged, she was scared, and for some reason she didn't want to ponder on even if she did have the time, she was slightly entranced by it all.
Sakura was stuck. She wasn't strong enough to fight the man off, and she certainly didn't have the mobility to contact security. However, something stopped her from screaming for help. Maybe she didn't want to appear weak, maybe she was simply too shocked and scared, or maybe some sick part of her wanted to see how it all played out- to see just what Wesker was going to do in this sudden fit of what could only be rationally described as madness.
“I’m doing what I should have a long time ago.” The tyrant replied, his breath brushing against the woman’s neck. Hands intertwined and pinned above her head. One leg pressed in between her thighs while the other stood back, supporting his weight.
“You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to do what I say from now on. I am more than qualified to monitor myself and would be happy to send you a copy of my records but it is unnecessary to check on me every day regardless of protocol or policy. I’m starting to think you just like seeing me every morning.
"I will consent to meeting with you once a week, no more, and you will refrain from commenting on my attitude or conduct. You are a doctor. Here to do that job and nothing less though you seem to be having difficulties doing even that.”
They were impossibly close, and she was stuck frozen. Wide eyes helplessly staring back in what was most likely some kind of rapt curiosity. That did seem to happen.
A little closer, faces near enough to touch, a hint of that devil’s smirk.
“I am in the mood to teach you a lesson, Doctor, but I am very strict. Do you think that you have the willpower to withstand it?”
Sakura swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat, heart hammering in her chest and breathing becoming shallow. This was beyond strange, and she could hardly wrap what little bit of her mind was still functioning. Nothing was working like it should, and she could barely nod along to his conditions. That small rational bit in her mind was saying that she hadn't even wanted to see the man every day anyway, so it wasn't a loss.
As his face came closer to her, Sakura suddenly felt her throat was very dry. She absent-mindedly licked her lips and then took the bottom one between her teeth.
At the man's final question, however, the doctor snapped back to reality. The angle was odd, but she lifted her leg not caught between Wesker's to kick the man swiftly in the side. It was no where near as hard a kick as she would have like, and she found herself praying that it was hard enough to knock the wind out of him and get him to loosen his grip on her. If it wasn't... she didn't want to think of the wrath she may have just incurred.
Wesker took the kick with an “Ooft” and stepped back by an inch or two to resettle his footing. The blow had knocked his some but not enough to escape. It was late mid morning and he had yet to take his newest dosage of medicine for the day. This rare lapse gave him a small window where the sedatives wore down. A brief thirty minutes or so of less restricted movement. Quicker reactions and clearer thinking.
How fortunate for it to be now.
“I warned you.”
A beat to reposition, his fee shifting and he pulled the woman back, still grasping her by the hands. In one fluid motion she was across the room and on top of her desk. Papers and other things flying into the air. Patient sheets and memos rained down around them as if in slow motion. Sakura’s back sliding along the dark wood. Wesker a moment behind, then on the desk as well, towering over her with a knee on either side of her tiny waist.
“A pity, no one ever listens the first time.”
Sakura groaned. Her back, neck, and the back of her head all hurt from the sudden movement. She was momentarily stunned from hitting her head against the desk, leaving her unable to fight the man momentarily. Dazed, she hoped the desk would break. Maybe it would leave her enough time to get away. Unfortunately, she couldn't depend on something like that.
"Wesker, what the hell is wrong with you?" the doctor growled. Her head was beginning to throb, and she hoped she didn't have a concussion. "Get off me now!" she demanded, though she knew he was extremely unlikely to comply. To punctuate the command, she threw a fist at his face, breaking the sunglasses. That move had been incredibly stupid, but at the moment all she could do was make stupid movies in hopes one would work. Still, she had hurt her hand in the process, adding to the growing lists of pains.
Immediately following the punch, she made a reach for the phone which had fallen off the desk in all the commotion. This was not how she had imagined her first few hours in America to pan out.
The tyrant’s head snapped to the side, his glasses shattering and falling to the floor pieces.
He took a pause, one long breath. Maybe to stall, maybe to think. Instead, Wesker only laughed.
Slowly at first, head still turned away. Hands had snapped to their position, clutching the woman tightly. Any harder and he might crack the fragile bones but that would ruin the fun of all this. Something he so desperately didn’t want to do.
Then, the man looked back, sunburst eyes flaring with a hidden mirth. He was enjoying this a little too much and had no problem being obvious about it.
“Mm. Kudaranai koto wo iwanaide.”
Wesker stared down at her, making sure that Sakura couldn’t reach the phone that had knocked. The persistent dial tone ringing in an awkward tone. The most unpleasant of background noise. His gaze was like iron, words in a foreign tongue commanding attention.
It was always nice to keep an ace or two up one’s sleeve for moments like this.
Sakura winced and gave a gasp when Wesker grabbed her. The man seriously had no idea about the meaning of the word gentle. Though she had no idea why he would be gentle in a situation like this. She must have begun losing her mind from desperation because she almost felt like laughing at that rain of thought. Her struggling ceased when he spoke in her native tongue. That had been... unexpected.
Finally, she seemed to have stopped fighting, at least for the moment. She couldn't even be irritated which what was implied by his words. What was annoying her most of all now was the persistent dial tone. It was both annoying in itself and perhaps representative of just how powerless she was in this situation. She hated being powerless.
Studying the man's face, Sakura wondered what exactly had gotten into the man. He certainly didn't seem to have any intent of killing her, at least for the moment. She would have expected that. Thinking about it, it all seemed rather surreal. She certainly wouldn't believe it if she weren't experiencing it. But just what was she experiencing? She had only a vague idea.
"Wesker-san, why are you acting like this?" she asked, and even she was surprised by the calm force of her voice. Her face showed her surprise. Sometimes the doctor worried about her own sanity. Should she be a patient in a place like this as well?
“Acting like what, Doctor?” He asked, looming over her like a beast on the prowl. Sakura had calmed down for the moment, maybe even a little stunned. Sometimes, it was nice to keep little secrets like that although she really shouldn’t have been too surprised.
Wesker was of a privileged upbringing and part of his studies had been to learn as many languages as he could for diplomatic reasons. In his early years, his father had expressed interest in his son entering the world of foreign politics but his talents in maths and sciences had taken first priority and had gotten him hired at Umbrella at the tender age of eighteen after finishing various degree courses.
Such was the surface life of a young genius.
They were far too close together for much comfort, and that was how he wanted it. Albert studied the woman closely, strange, burning eyes taking in her every feature.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter. We’ve agreed upon the terms that I was hoping for. This is, in effect. A warning. I will be requiring you’re complete cooperation in the near future should things turn out the way I think they will.” The Tyrant explained, voice flat but not lacking intention.
He then got off of her with one quick motion and moved towards the door. Sakura’s office was a mess. Things having been thrown around including her.
“Don’t forget how easily I could have snapped you in two right then. In the future, know that I might just do it.”
Sakura actually began to turn a light shade of red, not that far off from her hair color, at Wesker's continued close proximity. What was wrong with her!? Even if she hadn't been this close to a man for quite some time (Sasuke and Naruto did not count), she shouldn't have this sort of reaction to Wesker. He was her patient, and he was a cretin. She wanted him to die, though that did contradict her job description.
After Wesker got up, Sakura just continued to lay on her desk, slightly dazed. She suddenly felt rather cold without his body so close to her, and she wanted that warmth back. That thought alone was enough to make her want to vomit. She was disgusted with herself, and with him. She should have gone to the headmaster immediately, but instead... Instead, she was far too stubborn and pigheaded to go to anyone for help. There was also the part of her that made her consider suicide that didn't want to turn him in. She wasn't in her right mind. She needed to just forget it all.
Sakura slowly sat up after the door to her office was once again closed. She grimaced. Every part of her hurt from the abuse she had been dealt by her patient. She was going to bruise, and it was going to outright suck. Heaving a sigh, the doctor looked around her office and was once again filled with the rage she should have never lost. Her office was a mess! Papers were strewn about and torn. Whatever had been on her desk was not in a mess on the floor. She was going to kill him!
Characters: Sakura & Wesker
Location: Sakura's office
Rating: Higher end of PG-13 for some language and violence.
Summary: Wesker comes to Sakura's office, but it's for more than just his check up. The gears are in motion.
Day/Time: Day 87/morning
Sakura heaved a sigh as she surveyed her new office in the new building that was Malaise House. She was exhausted (jet lag was a bitch). Still, she had to unpack her things and be ready for anything; such was the life of a doctor.
Raking a hand through her rather disheveled hair, the doctor walked to her desk, grabbed a hair tie, and pulled back the pink mess, ready to start the laborious job of unpacking her belongings. Her attention was taken away from the task at hand, however, when she heard her door open. She had a patient to deal with already? Well, it wasn't overly surprising, considering the long plane ride. She turned to greet who ever it was with a smile, only for the smile to fall into a bit of a scowl. Albert Wesker... She didn't have the energy for this.
It had become something of a game. A slow moving cat and mouse game that was entirely at the end of his fingers, vaguely amusing, and facilitated by their daily ’check up’ sessions. He had been told upon coming to the facility to ‘find a hobby’. It would keep him occupied and give him something to focus on. Some kind of therapeutic practice or another. Unfortunately, all his hobbies were frowned upon.
Still, it felt nice to be back in America. Russia was far too constricting and it had been difficult to keep in contact with his outside business. Through all of this, he had still been attempting to maintain his endeavors in the…less than pristine line for employment of the man’s choice.
“Good morning, Doctor.” He said, standing in the door way with his arms crossed, leaning on one hip. A light smirk was playing at his lips. She looked Stressed already. This was the perfect time to deploy his little scheme.
Trying to quickly pull herself back together, Sakura responded, "Good morning, Wesker-san? What are you doing here?" She was being short with the man, and she knew she would regret it later. He had a way of remembering her less than professional moments and dangling them in front of her. He got under her skin and then mocked her, and it drove her to the brink of insanity. She'd almost considered asking for him to be transferred to another doctor, but in the end that seemed like more trouble than it was worth. She would have to answer questions as to why, and not only that, but she would have to deal with knowing just how weak he thought she was. She couldn't stand the thought of someone considering her weak.
Forcing her voice to be sweet and forcing a smile, the doctor said casually, "I wasn't expecting any patients today. I figured everyone would be too tired."
“Not everyone is as tired as yourself.” He gave her in reply, letting his smirk linger just a little longer.
“International travel it not as difficult as it is made out to be. I once spent nearly an entire day in transit between Paris and Antarctica. I can assure you that no helicopter ride lasting more than a few hours is pleasant.” Besides, he had been asleep for most of the flight compliments of the nursing staff and their liberal use of tranquilizers.
“I can go if you’d like to skip today’s appointment.”
Wesker didn’t care much as he found them particularly useless in function, but it would add another instance to add to the list of his doctor’s ineptitude.
Sakura bit back a growl and clenched her fists, the smile becoming difficult to keep. "No, no, it's fine. Let me just get my things together for your physical," she responded rather quickly. Sakura quickly went digging through the boxes searching for her stethoscope, gloves, and the other bare necessities for the check up. The man never much changed in his physical health anyway.
Still searching, Sakura questioned, "How have you been feeling since you woke up from your coma?"
“I’m recovering. You seem to forget just how quickly I heal, Sakura.” Wesker answered, moving to unbutton his shirt so that she could check him over. The policy on looking for bruises, scratches, or signs of maltreatment were really very lost on him as he doubted they would show at all after an hour or two depending on their degree of severity.
He had only awoken a few days ago to find that the institution had changed dramatically, but little of it bothered him. He had a plan for everything, after all.
“Though I’ll admit, the events leading to my hospitalization have given me a lot to think about.”
Hopefully, she would be nosy enough to take that bait.
Back still turned to him, Sakura pulled a face at how informally Wesker had addressed her. Finally, she found her stethoscope and turned to face the man. She began the process of searching for any harm to his body. Everything seemed to be normal.
"Glad to know you're doing well," she responded. Placing the ear pieces of the stethoscope in her ears, she placed the cold metal against his chest. "Breath," she commanded. "Out" was the command not a moment later. The process was repeated several times. Finally, she removed the stethoscope, placed it on her cluttered desk, and wrote a few things down. He was normal as far as normal for him went. Turning back around and leaning again her desk, she crossed her arms over her chest and questioned, "And just what have you thought about, Wesker-san?"
Hook line and sinker. That’s what he liked to see.
“About a great many things, but I do believe that is a matter I should be discussing with my therapist, don’t you think? I’ve been assigned to a new one.”
Yet again.
This was either the third or fourth reassignment.
He was less than enthusiastic for obvious reasons.
Sakura shrugged at what her patient had to say. "Then go see your therapist. I think it would do you good." She picked up her chart for Wesker and began flipping through it. "After all, you've had aggression issues in the past that I feel you should discuss, as well as whatever it is you want to get off your chest right now." She looked through the chart to see who the man's therapist was this time. Irvine Kinneas- she really knew very little about him, just that he was relatively new.
“Anger issues? Are you not the one always encouraging me to express myself?”
Wesker knew this was a sore spot with the young woman as he had come close to throttling her a few times but to be fair, they were for very good reasons. The man was incredibly difficult when it came to his personal health, preferring to monitor himself rather than allow someone who’s knowledge was sketchy at best and probably in possession of an internet medical degree, do the job.
“Come now, you can’t still be upset at me for reclaiming my blood sample. Besides, you are one to talk. Even if I didn’t have superb hearing I’d be able to hear you shriek.”
Sakura raised an eyebrow at the man's question. "When, Wesker-san, have I ever told you to express yourself?" If anything, she wished he would keep to himself entirely, then there wouldn't be as much trouble for her. Still, with her luck, Wesker would have ten examples and rub them in her face. She was so engrossed in her own thoughts of how the man could humiliate her, that she almost didn't hear his next comment. Unfortunately for her, she did hear it. She glared at the man, and it pissed her off even more that she knew he wouldn't be at all intimidated by her. She hated that!
She placed her hands on her hips, a reflex, trying very hard to restrain herself. A growl was emitted from the back of her throat, and her short fingernails dug into the skin of her palms. She would love to disembowel the man, or something similar.
“On numerous occasions” He answered simply, letting her examine his half naked self. The blonde, having nothing to do most days, took liberal advantage of the gym. He had to work off his aggression somehow but it was a sad substitute for the regular sporting activities that he enjoyed. Somehow, he didn’t think that slaughtering the living would be allowed. Glorious sarcasm.
“I see you every morning, do I not? And nearly every morning, you manage to make some comment or another on my attitude or conduct.”
He was getting to her. That much was obvious. Some people were just so easy to read.
“I happen to think that I carry myself quite well, all things considered.”
A step closer.
“I could do a lot worse, even drugged as I am.”
With a huff, Sakura responded, "Because it needs fixing. If you would cooperate with your therapy maybe you'd be out of here sooner." She didn't voice that that also meant he would be away from her.
As he stepped closer, Sakura's heart began to beat harder and faster. Strong as she was, she knew she couldn't fight him off. Besides, it wasn't as if the man feared the security here either. Quickly moving away from her desk, she started rummaging through a different box. She quickly found the blood pressure cuff.
"Sit down," she commanded in a clipped tone.
He sat, eying her as he did so.
“May I remind you that my stay here is in lieu of a triple lifetime sentence in jail. I doubt my cooperation in therapy with a different therapist every week, none of them having any kind of proper credentials mind you, is going to help me ‘get out of here’ any sooner. For some reason, it was deemed that I would be allowed to be in such a minimum security facility because of the cocktail of tranquilizers that I choke down twice daily.”
No thanks to her.
“Is it so hard for you to accept that this is simply the way I am? That I have no resounding issues to talk out or demons to confront? I am the master of my demons, if anything.” He had been called one several times as well. Namely by that Winchester boy. He would have to investigate him further when the opportunity presented it’s self.
Sakura rolled her eyes. The man was so full of himself that she wouldn't be surprised it he wasn't comprised of muscle at all- it was just his ego trying to escape.
As she placed the cuff around his arm, she heaved a sigh and sat next to him. Pumping air into the cuff, she responded, "Everyone who works here has perfectly fine credentials. However, I will agree that the patients shouldn't be shuffled around from therapist to therapist so much. Especially since unlike you there are some people here who are in legitimate need of treatment." Her mind went to Naruto. It always hurt to think of him as a patient in this place. She barely paid attention to Wesker's pulse as she thought about the blonde boy who was like a brother to her. Finally, she released the air from the cuff.
Taking Wesker's blood pressure had at least made her feel a bit better, as she had admittedly made the cuff far tighter than it should have been. It gave her a sense of accomplishment, and she could barely stop herself from grinning. The edges of her mouth had turned up just a bit.
“If you bothered to pay attention of looking into the background of your peers I think that you will find otherwise. During my stay I have seen members of the Japanese Mafia, the US Government, those running from the US Government, and other select organizations come and go for their own select reasons; and your intention in trying to use your pressure gauge as a tourniquet to express your displeasure in me is a failed attempt though I have now noted your hostility and passive aggressive attempt at torture.”
Perks of having the Head of Security in his pocket.
He had caught that, knowing full well how long it should have been on his arm, and how much pressure was required to take an accurate reading. Well now, she was acting out already? This was almost too easy. Were he lacking a bit of class, Wesker was sure a well placed vocal slur or two would send her over the edge and into a flying rage. Another thing or two to add to her list of shame.
Sakura knew Wesker had a point about the staff at Malaise, and it was one of the things that worried her about Naruto being treated here.
Sakura froze momentarily at being caught in her torture attempt. Growling, she threw the damn thing back in the box from which she had gotten it. The sound made assured her she'd more than likely be needing a new one of those. "Shut up," she growled. God how she would love to punch his nose in, but then she would be out of a job and have a terrible reference. Never mind the crap she would get from Tsunade (as if the woman didn't have her own fair share of bad references). Plus she would never hear the end of it from Naruto or Sasuke-kun.
Grumbling, she growled, "God, you piss me off." She was slightly horrified at the admittance, though she knew it wasn't anything new or unexpected to the man. She was quite sure he took some sick pleasure in driving her up the wall. She walked over to the sink, washed her hands, and then snapped on her latex gloves. Pulling out a fresh syringe and needle, she sat down next to the man to perform probably her least favorite part of any check up with him- blood samples. The thought pissed her off even more, if at all possible. Still, she could perform no form of torture here as extracting a sample from him was a delicate process.
“Now now Doctor, Such language.” The Tyrant chided with a snort, watching her closely as she came back armed with another potential weapon. He wore a blank but vaguely amused expression, as usual in their sessions, but dropped it in favor of a brief ‘are you joking me?’ glance.
“Should I fear for my safety with in this part of the exam or it all of that out of your system now?
I tolerate your lack of decorum day in and day out but this morning leads me to believe that perhaps you are the medical attendant that made an attempt on my life whilst I was comatose. It‘s hardly professional…but then again, neither are you.”
The last part of his comment being for sure fun. Leon had mentioned something close to that happening and whilst Wesker wasn’t all that surprised, he had yet to track down who it was. Still, if she jabbed him too hard or bent the needle, he might take a particular joy in taking a detour trip to the headmaster, or at least threatening to do so. IS was this kind of thing that lent it’s self to manipulation. His pocket was open, now all she had to do was jump in.
Sakura carefully extracted the blood, and put the vial in the freezer for safe keeping until she could perform all the necessary tests on it. Disposing of everything properly, she went over to the sink to wash her hands again.
"Wesker-san," she started a bit coldly, "no matter how much I dislike you, I would never make an attempt on a patient's life. I would greatly appreciate if you wouldn't insinuate such things." That accusation pissed her off far more than anything else he had yet said to her. "Also, you should be well aware that I wouldn't act like an idiot while taking your blood. I wouldn't put anyone at risk like that." Her voice was like ice. She was beyond pissed off. What she felt she wasn't even sure had a name. She knew she loathed him. Part of her wanted to demand him out of the office, the other part wanted to cry from a mixture of frustration and uselessness. Still, she would persevere. She would not be broken by Albert Wesker!
“Your previous behaviors might indicate otherwise, forgive me if I hold a suspicion or two. One has to explore all the possibilities when gathering information and then assess it as they see fit. Someone on the staff was kind enough to ‘fill me in’ so to speak, and mentioned it. Believe me, I would love to think that you were incapable of doing such a thing but you continue to surprise me.”
He could feel her rage and it was more satisfying than anything he had done for a long time. It was only a matter of time before she really did attack him. Either that or…well…the alternative explanations were just a little too bizarre for his liking.
“May I get dressed?” The slightest bit of a sneer, just to fuel the fire a little bit more. Maybe she would cry. Maybe she storm off or force him out of the office. Sakura’s heart was beating, her pulse rushing as she got more and more upset. The sound practically beat in his ears despite the few feet between them.
Sakura gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat. She could hardly find her voice to respond to him. However, part of her, a part she wanted to throttle, agreed with Wesker. She was hostile to him, not that he didn't deserve it, but he had no way of knowing she wasn't the type to try to kill him- especially with who else was hired at Malaise.
She shrugged at his question. She fought off the rage and the tears, taking a deep breath. Finally, she nodded resolutely. "Yes. We're mostly done. Just need to do a few final tests. If you could face the eye chart..." She nearly choked on the words. God she wanted him gone! Finally, she turned around, hoping there was no evidence on her face of her near breakdown, but it was unlikely. She was no good at hiding how she felt.
Walking over to the chart, she asked him to read the lines. She had no doubt he would pass, he always did. She didn't know why she didn't kick him out... Well, that was a lie. She did know. He would hold it over her head. But for God's sake, there weren't even any scheduled check ups today!
Ah. She was trying so very hard to stay strong. It was like blood to a beast. Honey to a fly. Lust to a whore.
Her patient studied her for a long moment before standing and rolling his shirtsleeve back down. The needle mark had already healed, the cells easily drawing back together after a few seconds.
“Yes mostly done…” Wesker agreed, taking a few steps in her direction.
“But you know perfectly well that my eyes are in perfect condition.” Three more quick steps and he was right in front of her. His normal rate of movement was drastically stalled by the chemicals in his system but the action had taken less than a second and was more of a blur.
“I think we can skip that part of the exam.”
Another second between them and his hands clasped around Sakura’s thin shoulders.
One - Two-
They were up against the wall.
Her thin frame pressed up between the plastered wall and his hard, warm body.
He was going to break her.
Tear away everything she held so dear.
That was the prize for winning and thus the game began with her chest against his, and yellow eyes burning from behind dark glasses.
Sakura was about to tell Wesker to just cooperate, but no sooner had she barely even turned around than she was pinned against the wall.
Panic coursed through her. She hadn't been expecting that, and she had no idea what was going through her patient's head.
"What the hell are you doing!?" the doctor shouted. She was enraged, she was scared, and for some reason she didn't want to ponder on even if she did have the time, she was slightly entranced by it all.
Sakura was stuck. She wasn't strong enough to fight the man off, and she certainly didn't have the mobility to contact security. However, something stopped her from screaming for help. Maybe she didn't want to appear weak, maybe she was simply too shocked and scared, or maybe some sick part of her wanted to see how it all played out- to see just what Wesker was going to do in this sudden fit of what could only be rationally described as madness.
“I’m doing what I should have a long time ago.” The tyrant replied, his breath brushing against the woman’s neck. Hands intertwined and pinned above her head. One leg pressed in between her thighs while the other stood back, supporting his weight.
“You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to do what I say from now on. I am more than qualified to monitor myself and would be happy to send you a copy of my records but it is unnecessary to check on me every day regardless of protocol or policy. I’m starting to think you just like seeing me every morning.
"I will consent to meeting with you once a week, no more, and you will refrain from commenting on my attitude or conduct. You are a doctor. Here to do that job and nothing less though you seem to be having difficulties doing even that.”
They were impossibly close, and she was stuck frozen. Wide eyes helplessly staring back in what was most likely some kind of rapt curiosity. That did seem to happen.
A little closer, faces near enough to touch, a hint of that devil’s smirk.
“I am in the mood to teach you a lesson, Doctor, but I am very strict. Do you think that you have the willpower to withstand it?”
Sakura swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat, heart hammering in her chest and breathing becoming shallow. This was beyond strange, and she could hardly wrap what little bit of her mind was still functioning. Nothing was working like it should, and she could barely nod along to his conditions. That small rational bit in her mind was saying that she hadn't even wanted to see the man every day anyway, so it wasn't a loss.
As his face came closer to her, Sakura suddenly felt her throat was very dry. She absent-mindedly licked her lips and then took the bottom one between her teeth.
At the man's final question, however, the doctor snapped back to reality. The angle was odd, but she lifted her leg not caught between Wesker's to kick the man swiftly in the side. It was no where near as hard a kick as she would have like, and she found herself praying that it was hard enough to knock the wind out of him and get him to loosen his grip on her. If it wasn't... she didn't want to think of the wrath she may have just incurred.
Wesker took the kick with an “Ooft” and stepped back by an inch or two to resettle his footing. The blow had knocked his some but not enough to escape. It was late mid morning and he had yet to take his newest dosage of medicine for the day. This rare lapse gave him a small window where the sedatives wore down. A brief thirty minutes or so of less restricted movement. Quicker reactions and clearer thinking.
How fortunate for it to be now.
“I warned you.”
A beat to reposition, his fee shifting and he pulled the woman back, still grasping her by the hands. In one fluid motion she was across the room and on top of her desk. Papers and other things flying into the air. Patient sheets and memos rained down around them as if in slow motion. Sakura’s back sliding along the dark wood. Wesker a moment behind, then on the desk as well, towering over her with a knee on either side of her tiny waist.
“A pity, no one ever listens the first time.”
Sakura groaned. Her back, neck, and the back of her head all hurt from the sudden movement. She was momentarily stunned from hitting her head against the desk, leaving her unable to fight the man momentarily. Dazed, she hoped the desk would break. Maybe it would leave her enough time to get away. Unfortunately, she couldn't depend on something like that.
"Wesker, what the hell is wrong with you?" the doctor growled. Her head was beginning to throb, and she hoped she didn't have a concussion. "Get off me now!" she demanded, though she knew he was extremely unlikely to comply. To punctuate the command, she threw a fist at his face, breaking the sunglasses. That move had been incredibly stupid, but at the moment all she could do was make stupid movies in hopes one would work. Still, she had hurt her hand in the process, adding to the growing lists of pains.
Immediately following the punch, she made a reach for the phone which had fallen off the desk in all the commotion. This was not how she had imagined her first few hours in America to pan out.
The tyrant’s head snapped to the side, his glasses shattering and falling to the floor pieces.
He took a pause, one long breath. Maybe to stall, maybe to think. Instead, Wesker only laughed.
Slowly at first, head still turned away. Hands had snapped to their position, clutching the woman tightly. Any harder and he might crack the fragile bones but that would ruin the fun of all this. Something he so desperately didn’t want to do.
Then, the man looked back, sunburst eyes flaring with a hidden mirth. He was enjoying this a little too much and had no problem being obvious about it.
“Mm. Kudaranai koto wo iwanaide.”
Wesker stared down at her, making sure that Sakura couldn’t reach the phone that had knocked. The persistent dial tone ringing in an awkward tone. The most unpleasant of background noise. His gaze was like iron, words in a foreign tongue commanding attention.
It was always nice to keep an ace or two up one’s sleeve for moments like this.
Sakura winced and gave a gasp when Wesker grabbed her. The man seriously had no idea about the meaning of the word gentle. Though she had no idea why he would be gentle in a situation like this. She must have begun losing her mind from desperation because she almost felt like laughing at that rain of thought. Her struggling ceased when he spoke in her native tongue. That had been... unexpected.
Finally, she seemed to have stopped fighting, at least for the moment. She couldn't even be irritated which what was implied by his words. What was annoying her most of all now was the persistent dial tone. It was both annoying in itself and perhaps representative of just how powerless she was in this situation. She hated being powerless.
Studying the man's face, Sakura wondered what exactly had gotten into the man. He certainly didn't seem to have any intent of killing her, at least for the moment. She would have expected that. Thinking about it, it all seemed rather surreal. She certainly wouldn't believe it if she weren't experiencing it. But just what was she experiencing? She had only a vague idea.
"Wesker-san, why are you acting like this?" she asked, and even she was surprised by the calm force of her voice. Her face showed her surprise. Sometimes the doctor worried about her own sanity. Should she be a patient in a place like this as well?
“Acting like what, Doctor?” He asked, looming over her like a beast on the prowl. Sakura had calmed down for the moment, maybe even a little stunned. Sometimes, it was nice to keep little secrets like that although she really shouldn’t have been too surprised.
Wesker was of a privileged upbringing and part of his studies had been to learn as many languages as he could for diplomatic reasons. In his early years, his father had expressed interest in his son entering the world of foreign politics but his talents in maths and sciences had taken first priority and had gotten him hired at Umbrella at the tender age of eighteen after finishing various degree courses.
Such was the surface life of a young genius.
They were far too close together for much comfort, and that was how he wanted it. Albert studied the woman closely, strange, burning eyes taking in her every feature.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter. We’ve agreed upon the terms that I was hoping for. This is, in effect. A warning. I will be requiring you’re complete cooperation in the near future should things turn out the way I think they will.” The Tyrant explained, voice flat but not lacking intention.
He then got off of her with one quick motion and moved towards the door. Sakura’s office was a mess. Things having been thrown around including her.
“Don’t forget how easily I could have snapped you in two right then. In the future, know that I might just do it.”
Sakura actually began to turn a light shade of red, not that far off from her hair color, at Wesker's continued close proximity. What was wrong with her!? Even if she hadn't been this close to a man for quite some time (Sasuke and Naruto did not count), she shouldn't have this sort of reaction to Wesker. He was her patient, and he was a cretin. She wanted him to die, though that did contradict her job description.
After Wesker got up, Sakura just continued to lay on her desk, slightly dazed. She suddenly felt rather cold without his body so close to her, and she wanted that warmth back. That thought alone was enough to make her want to vomit. She was disgusted with herself, and with him. She should have gone to the headmaster immediately, but instead... Instead, she was far too stubborn and pigheaded to go to anyone for help. There was also the part of her that made her consider suicide that didn't want to turn him in. She wasn't in her right mind. She needed to just forget it all.
Sakura slowly sat up after the door to her office was once again closed. She grimaced. Every part of her hurt from the abuse she had been dealt by her patient. She was going to bruise, and it was going to outright suck. Heaving a sigh, the doctor looked around her office and was once again filled with the rage she should have never lost. Her office was a mess! Papers were strewn about and torn. Whatever had been on her desk was not in a mess on the floor. She was going to kill him!