Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Wet Dog Girl ( Chapter 3 )

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Disclaimer #3: This fan fiction is rated R or NC 17...maybe even X for violence, sex, gore and supernatural smut, hetro/bi/gay and group pairings. If you have seen it in “La Blue Girl” than you will likely see it here. If you are under the age of 18, I suggest getting your parents permission to read this. I am not responsible for any psychological damage my rantings might bring you :^P

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Akane had the taxi stop several blocks from the gates of Helling. She wanted to walk the rest of the way, getting a feel for the place and a good chance to smell around. The walls were typical brick, taller than the tallest of men and topped with iron spikes. Hellsing was more than just some fancy looking estate, but a compound. The buildings inside, which she could barely see over the walls, were three and four stories tall and made of think stone blocks. Each had white blinds in the windows giving a uniform look of privacy. Adjusting her skirt a little as she walked, she hoped the smell of her hands wasn't too overpowering. Humans wouldn't catch on, but most supernatural creatures could.

 

She frowned at herself. That last fantasy was a lot wilder than her normal, white bread little dream world. She hadn't thought of Sesshoumaru like that in years. She certainly had never thought of him in a threesome with Hizumeha. Something was wrong...something was...different. Had him talking to her in the past really have changed things that much?

 

She tried to think back, looking for some time when she had thought such things before and found none. There were always little fantasies about other men than Hizumeha, but nothing quite like that. Never had she wanted the two men any where near each other. Never had she wanted it up the ass. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable with herself, she looked down at her new anniversary present from Hizumeha, a gorgeous ruby ring. A pang of guilt shot through her.

 

There was no time to think about this. Not now. She cleared her mind and prepared herself.

 

The guard at the gate looked at her I.D. And compared it to the picture on her previously sent dossier. They were expecting her, but not on foot like this. He called up to the main building for a man named Walter and apologized for not having someone already there to escort her in.

 

Walter was everything a proper English butler should be in his tailored suit and polished shoes. He greeted her with a half bow which immediately made her at ease. She relaxed her shoulders and without thought, dropped into a matching bow. “Konbanwa, Akitasuji-sama,” he said.

 

“Please, you may call me Akane. I am perfectly happy without title.”

 

Walter's face brightened. “Yes Miss Akane. I shall inform the house.” That wasn't quite what Akane had meant, but it would do. It was Akane. Just, Akane. They climbed up the few steps that led to the main doors and into the large open foyer. “Miss Akane, let me lead you to a room so you might freshen up.”

 

“That's o.k.” she said, “I hadn't planned on staying here. I was thinking of getting a flat for the next few weeks I am here.”

 

“We wouldn't think of it. You are our guest.”

 

Akane gave him a wry look. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, I presume?”

 

“Yes miss. If you give me your airport locker key, I can have your things sent to you.”

 

She sighed in resignation. “There is only one bag at the airport. May you please have Herrod's send me four pair of jeans, and a selection of shirts. I would like a selection of organic hair products and Jean Paul Gaultier's current business line, size nine, including jewelry. Have it put on my tab. Oh, and no lingerie. No socks. A pair of running shoes and a set of exercise clothes. That should do for now.”

 

“Yes miss.” Walter liked her taste, her gentle way at commands. She did not assume Hellsing would pay the tab either. Smart woman. “What about business shoes, miss?”

 

“The pair I have on now will suffice until I can try some on myself. I hate sending them back when they don't fit.” she looked down to her shoes, pointing one toe into the air in a quirky sort of way. “Besides, classic black is...well...classic.” Akane tilted her head and smiled warmly.

 

“Yes miss.” Walter liked her already. She was modest too. She and Seras would get along well. Maybe he should talk Sir Integra into putting her on the babysitting job, not Alucard. “This way please,” he instructed, taking her up the stairs to a nice bedroom off a secondary hall.

 

“Walter, please stay a moment,” Akane asked as she peeled off her suit jacket and unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt. Stepping behind a dressing screen, she tossed her clothes off to a side chair. “Could you have these lightly steamed please? I am afraid they smell like wet dog.”

 

“Yes miss.” Even before he was out of the room, she was striding to the bath and he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. He stopped short of grabbing the door handle and looked at the seam between the door and the frame politely. “If I may ask, Miss Akane, how old are you?”

 

She laughed softly. “Hum. Let's see. I was about three hundred when I first met Togokawa...so that puts me at...”

 

“Seven centuries.” Walter had asked her age on purpose, to see what kind of liar she was. She appeared unphased by such a personal question and unrehearsed. That was a good thing. If she was open and honest, it would make her stay here much better.

 

Akane walked into the bathroom with bouncy little steps. “Yep. I'm afraid I'm too old for you Walter. You should really stick to younger girls.”

 

He opened the door and slipped out, thinking that the demon had a funny little since of humor too. He sniffed her clothes when he thought no one was looking. He didn't smell wet dog at all.

 

The hot water steamed, filling the room up with a warm, wet fog. She could not hear anything out of the ordinary, and trusted that Hellsing would not try to snuff her...yet. It was a distinct possibility and the U.N.H.P.D had warned her that she might “disappear under unknown circumstances.” That always translated into M-D-D...murdered, dismembered and dumped. Hurrying with the small guest soap and shampoo, she closed her eyes and set to work.

 

When she started rinsing her hair, she got the distinct feeling she was being watched. She kept her eyes near closed and pretended it was nothing, looking around for any sign. She couldn't smell anything, but that nagging feeling was still there. She turned off the water and toweled her hair up so that the fluffy cotton cloth perched on her head. There was a camera in the room somewhere, she just knew it. That was standard practice.

 

She laid on the bed and started playing with the television remote, flipping channels more to appear like she was doing something than not. There was a knock on the door and Walter announced himself. With a “come in”, she sat up and tucked herself into a sitting position, her weight on her shins and calves. Walter set the clothes on the chair, carefully avoiding the view as a good English butler should.

 

“Please do not avoid my eyes, Walter. If you would rather send me a lady's maid, that would be fine.”

 

“No miss. That will not be necessary. I would be pleased to serve you myself.” He was sure this time to look her in the eyes as he passed, her shoulders and breasts still dripping with water. The woman certainly had no shame, and nothing to be ashamed about.

 

“Thank you, Walter. Would you sit with me?”

 

“Yes miss.” It was a strange request, but he would not deny it. Seating himself gingerly on the very edge of a high backed chair, he watched her as she began to dress not far from him. Sure enough, no panties, no bra, no hose, just the shirt, the skirt and the jacket. Lastly, she slipped on the shoes.

 

“Tell me of your Sir Integra.”

“What would you like to know?”

 

“Why does she hate the U.N. so badly?”

 

“Politics, miss. Other than that, I am not at liberty to say.”

 

“As expected. What time is it?” Akane looked around for a clock, but could not find one.

 

“We have twenty minutes before we are expected.”

 

“When is breakfast served?”

 

“Seven thirty sharp.”

 

“I should like to take breakfast here at ten then. Do not wake me before.”

 

“Yes miss.”

 

“One egg, boiled on a half cup of rice. A slice of liver, raw and dripping. Green tea.”

 

“And for lunch miss?”

 

“None necessary. I dont even need to eat breakfast. I just like to.” Walter nodded. “Do not bother with a paper, as I will not read it.”

 

“Yes miss.”

 

“Has my wardrobe been arranged?”

 

“Yes miss. It will arrive in the morning.”

 

“Thank you. Tell me. Why do I feel like I am being watched? I have found four cameras and they do not bother me. This is...something different.”

 

Walter was a little set back. She knew about the carefully placed cameras and did not care. It disturbed him that she found all but one. It disturbed him even more that she didn't care. An agent who didn't care was a crafty one to deal with. They knew the game. Might as well fess up. “Miss, it's Alucard. He has been assigned... to keep an eye on you.”

 

A small little eye opened up in the shadow behind the television and Akane jumped back a little. A second eye, and then a third...quickly a fourth and a fifth. Once the surprise of the first several was over, she rolled her eyes and looked into a mirror to adjust her bangs. She tried hard to act like it didn't bother her.

 

Alucard was an unknown entity. His file was just as thin as hers. All she knew was that he didn't smell like a demon, a werewolf or regular vampire who had messily gotten human blood on him. He kinda smelled like...nothing. Intel told her that he was a class one vampire and not much more.

 

“Did you know that you have almost no detectable scent, Mr. Alucard?” Akane checked her teeth for anything between them and rubbed them with her finger in the mirror to feign ignoring him.

 

“Did you know that you still reek of wet dog from masturbating in the taxi on the way here?”

 

Walter so wanted to laugh, but he stifled it with that British stiff upper lip before even a hint could leak out. Poor Akane, he thought, Alucard was going to rip her to shreds. No wonder she wanted the clothing freshened.

 

“If you give me a hand next time vampire, you can smell like wet dog too.” Akane walked past his ugly black puddle of shadow and out the door. She did not want to be late to see the infamous Sir Integra.

 

“What? And let you know where I am by your sense of smell? Never, dog girl.”

 

Walter changed his mind. Akane might actually stand a chance.