Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ I Saw Lon Cheney Walking With the Queen ( Chapter 4 )

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When Walter ushered Akane into Sir Integra's office, Alucard was already standing leaned up against a bookcase, his arms crossed lazily and acting like nothing had ever occurred. She recognized the eyes immediately. They were black pupils on black irises, ringed in a stark white. Long black stringy hair hair reminded her of her Hizumeha. They also shared in that long, lanky leg and armed body type too.

 

He was dressed in a red leather duster over a red suit, dumb looking goggled glasses from the 1980's and a huge felted hat. He was a reject from the American wild west or a bad Sherlock Holmes movie. She could sniff the huge amount of gunpowder on his person and the gun oil that kept the tools functioning smoothly. Guns were for sissies she thought.

 

The vampire smirked.

 

She wanted to know what he was smirking about.

 

Sir Integra never rose from her seat, but only lit up a small cigar and leaned back. Any more a lean and Akane thought she would benefit from putting her feet on her desk. How...casual. She wore a well tailored cream suit and blue cravat. A highly polished cross dangled over the knot at her throat and large, wire rimmed glasses hid most of her eyes away.

 

There was complete silence as everyone waited for the first person to speak. Akane didn't care, she would open up the floor. “Thank you for allowing me to visit you, Sir Integra.”

 

“Cut the niceties. Why are you here?”

 

Akane smiled. This she could respect. She sat herself down in a chair and slipped off her shoes, making herself comfortable without proper invitation to do so. She knew this would invade on Sir Integra's personal space and since of dominance, but that was fine. She wasn't really here to make best friends. Swinging her feet up to curl in her chair, she accidentally flashed Integra her crotch and didn't even notice. “I'm here as an observer. The weres may have displaced the balance now that you have alerted the world to the freak chip.”

 

“You are not the authority here in England, Miss Akitasuji.”

 

“My, my. How we get pissed when the very organization your precious Majesty and Prime Minister helped to found starts to do their job.”

 

“I think you should leave.”

 

“And miss out on your marvelous hospitality? I think not. Your little welcoming committee over there has already overstepped his bounds and I was pre-authorized to change my mission, understanding that he might just do so. Interfering in the observation mission of a level A hunter is an international offense.”

 

Integra looked over to Alucard, who shrugged his shoulders and acted like he didn't do anything. Turning back she gave the dog demon an evil look. She would not believe the dog over Alucard. He hadn't had the time to screw up.

 

“Oh, oh...fuck me up the ass!” Akane moaned, touching her breast like she had in the taxi and giving Integra the return eyeball. Integra looked at Alucard again. His eye was twitching.

 

“I did not fuck her up the ass,” he stated, his eye continuing to spasm.

 

“Enough Alucard. You will assist Miss Akitasuji in what ever endeavor she has. You are dismissed.” Integra continued to look at the dog demon intently, never acknowledging the sour look on Alucard's face. “Walter. Arrange an automobile for our guest. Now.”

 

The two men left the room, leaving Integra and Akane to stare at each other. “What are you really here for Miss Akitasuji?” Integra finally put her feet up on the desk top and dragged on her cigar heavily.

 

“You know Hellsing is being watched by everyone.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I am here to find the wolf in sheep's clothing parading around in the House of Lords. I advise keeping out of it Integra. They will slam you hard if they think you are too close to them.”

 

“How can I trust what you say?”

 

Akane took a pen off her desk and wrote six letters on a slip of paper. “Cheney.”

 

Integra sat up and put her feet square on the floor when she saw it. On the same paper she wrote “Lon”, the confirmation code given to her several years ago for such a mission. When the demon woman acknowledged it with her eyes, Sir Integra burned it in her ashtray.

 

The two women smiled at each other falsely, Akane batting her eyes. Integra now understood the situation more clearly. Akane had to observe the lone wolf while pretending to observe the weres while pretending to observe Hellsing. She may really be collecting intelligence on Hellsing for all Integra knew, but she could no longer appear to be helping her overly much. That was fine with her. The less time spent here on the grounds, the better. Integra stood and rounded her desk, standing right before the demon with her arms crossed over her chest.

 

“You really should wear panties, Miss Akitasuji.”

 

“You should really get out of men's suits. Someone like me might just think you are a lesbian.” The demon stood in order to match her eye level and sniffed the air deeply and obviously. “Never mind. I already know the answer.”

 

Integra leaned in close. She would not be out done. “I hear you like it up the ass.”

 

“And I bet you are just the man to give it to me.” She leaned in close as well, taking in the sound of her quickening heartbeat. Grabbing Integra's hand with a forceful grip, she placed it through the jacket's front opening and over her breast, squeezing her hand and the full mound at the same time.

 

The demon hurt her wrist, and she was sure it would have a bruise, but she would not loose at this little game. Integra pinched the nipple hard and pulled her forward until her firm body collied with hers, pelvis to pelvis, breasts to breasts. She planted a firm kiss on the demon's lips and snaked her tongue into her. “But there is a car waiting for you. Collect your things and go.” Integra smacked her ass hard, then turned away.

 

Akane backed up, pleasantly surprised. With a very large smile she nodded an acknowledgment as if to say “See you later” to the Hellsing leader and sashayed out the room, her ass shaking ever so very slightly, enough to draw Integra's eye.

 

“You are dead meat, Dog Girl” Alucard said in the hall to the woman who smelled like wet dog all over again. He paused for a moment to hear her thoughts, and much like before, they were clear as a bell when it came to sex. The demon had the smell of Integra's heat in her nose and the taste of her tongue on her lips. She was imagining what she would do to his master if she ever got her alone.

 

The bitch had gotten farther in five minutes with his mistress than he had in years of trying and it really irked him.

 

“No Alucard sweetie. I'm not dead. I'm alive, and that is more than you will ever, ever be. Warm blood runs though my veins, and I think she likes it that way.”

 

“I would drink that warmth from you and drag you into the bowels of Hell with me.”

 

Akane laughed out loud, her mind back to the jumbled thoughts of a demon. He was flooded with images from inside hell, burning souls in a sea. An eternal mosh pit. A giant sword, a dark voice. The Ramstien soundtrack, news reels from WWII, mushroom clouds, scenes from the anime Akira and a snow fall of cherry blossoms. There were a hundred things being played at once, flashing quickly. There was the smell of death, the smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder too. He could not sort what was real and what was imaginary.

 

Either way, her mind was deeply disturbed. He reminded himself that seven centuries could do that to a person. It certainly had for him.