Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Akane's London Flat ( Chapter 5 )

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With Walter's help, Akane got a small flat outside London. Walter had tried to arrange a car for her to use, but she refused. There was no point having a car when she could run twenty miles in less than ten minutes if she had to. Getting older had it's advantages, she was faster than she used to be. Healed

quicker too. Besides all that, there was always public transportation in London. The underground was cheap and used by just about everyone.

 

Checking the place for bugs wasn't necessary, but she did it anyway. Force of habit. In truth it

would not matter right away. Alucard was now her babysitter, and anything he over heard or watched would get immediately reported to Integra. When she infiltrated the weres, her phone and internet connection would get bugged. With that in mind, she called her husband first off, using a cheap

disposable cell phone she picked up from the local convenience store.

 

Alucard sat on the couch wearing just the red pants and white shirt, twiddling his thumbs. He had already played in the plumbing, made the toilet look like it was filled with blood, and caused two light bulbs to blow. Akane gave him a really pissed look when that had happened. She would have to put light bulbs on her grocery list.

 

"Hey honey, I'm settled," Akane said into the receiver while looking out one of the small windows. "Yeah, I got a flat." She gave him the address and telephone number and told him the quickest way to get to it if he needed to find it in an emergency. "It's a shame they didn't send you with me. It could

have been like old times."

 

"What are you talking about Akane? We were just on a run together last year."

 

"I think this one is going to be different, love. You should see the darling little accessory I have picked up here." She looked to Alucard, who only glared at her back.

 

"Does she have neko ears and a cute fuzzy tail?"

 

"Hentai pervert."

 

"Just checking."

 

"Listen, baby. I do need to go. Tell the boys I love them."

 

"I will. I love you." His voice was as soft and gentle as ever, deep and even. Never faltering in his devotion of her.

 

"I love you too." She fiddled with the ring on her finger and looked at it.

 

"Oh, hey..by the way. Sess picked up the boys early. They are skipping a week of school and heading out early."

 

"That ass hole."

 

"I thought you would say that."

 

"Tell me something." There was that sudden pang of guilt again. "Did Sess ever try anything with you?"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"I mean like...like... he did with Rin."

 

"He's the infamous Sexxhoumaru. Of course he tried."

 

"Did he succeed?"

 

"No." The words washed a big sigh of relief though her. He had wormed his way into so many beds. She was glad that Hizumeha's wasn't one of them. It would have been the icing on the already large pile of dog shit cake Sesshoumaru had made for her over the years.

 

"I'm glad baby. I can deal with your other wives, but I just can't deal with the thought of him." She knew he loved the other women too, but she also knew he loved her best. If she had married Hizumeha when he first asked her so many centuries ago, he never would have taken the others and denied the customs of his kind. It was too late now though.

 

"If it makes you feel any better, I can't deal with the thought of him either."

 

Alucard picked up the television remote and started flipping channels quickly, looking for something interesting somewhere. They didn't have the kinds of things he liked to see on normal t.v. though, so he knew he was going to be sorely disappointed. When he found BBC news, he stopped and let his eyes glaze over. He pretended to be interested, which of course he wasn't. He was busy watching Akane out of the corners of his many hidden eyes.

 

“I love you, so much,” Akane said to the phone, then turned to look over at Alucard. She knew he was listening in. “I'm so happy we are together.” Hizumeha agreed and they hung up the phone.

 

Akane sat on the couch next to him. She pulled out a large map of London and started looking at it, pulling her feet up to sit Indian style with bare feet, her skirt open to the television set. Alucard tried to study the reflection on the glass, but was disappointed because everything interesting about her was hidden. The faint odor of dog hit his nose, and leaned over to the opposite side, resting his elbow on the arm and his chin in his hand.

 

“Tonight, we're going out. Think you can carry the map?”

 

“Why would I need a map? I live here, lummox.”

 

“Duh, smeg head. It isn't for you. It's for me.”

 

“If I am going with you, then you dont need the map.”

 

“Yes, smeg head. I do need the map. I am going to have you write notes on it.”

 

“I am not your secretary.”

 

“Look, I can't write when in dog form, and you have been ordered to assist me. You must take notes for me. I wont have any thumbs.”

 

“Never.”

 

“What was that saucy little blond's number again? I would adore sending you back.”

 

Alucard snatched the map from her and folded it, continuing to stare into the television. Curses and incantations were muttered under his breath.

 

When it started getting dark, Akane stood in front of the dresser and stripped off all of her clothes. She looked at the open door, making sure Alucard's legs hadn't moved from the sofa. With a wash cloth she scrubbed hard at the ointment covering her forehead, keeping her red stripes hidden magically from view. She looked at her mutilated ears, knowing that tomorrow she would have to cut them again. Every transformation back to her true form made her whole again.

 

She relaxed her shoulders and closed her eyes and let the fur come. It was so nice to stop holding it in. Staying in human form was easy, but it wasn't as relaxing as being one's own self. Bending over to touch the floor, her hands turned to paws and her claws grew out. Her nose got very wet and little whiskers appeared at her cheeks. Everything smelled stronger, more alive. With a big dog shake, she fluffed her hair out.

 

The sink counter seemed too low, and with a little shimmer, she shrunk herself down to a more normal dog size. It would not be too smart to be her normal size. She wouldn't be able to fit though doors and she would scare the hell out of everyone.

 

Her nails clacked on the hard wood floor as she returned back to the couch. Alucard's legs were there, but the rest of him had sunk into the couch. A thin line of him ran across the floor boards and into the walls.

 

“Don't tell me you are going to play in the pipes again?” Alucard didn't say anything. He didn't have to. She knew full well what he had been doing. He had watched her transform, figuring it all out for himself. “Come on vampire,” she sighed in resignation. “Let's go.”

 

“I think you need a collar,” he said with wild looking eyes, pulling on his jacket and hat as she stood at the door waiting for him to open it. He turned the knob and she trotted out leading the way, nose sniffing wildly. The vampire had hoped she would answer him with some snotty comment or another. Sparring verbally was kinda fun. It would be even more fun when he could kill her at the same time.

 

“Got your pen?” the dog inquired. “I want you to mark this down...four males, three females.” At the next block, it was four males, three females again. The next block, two males, no females. The block after, one male, no females. The block after four males again. Now the vampire understood the need for the pen. She was going to map out every piss mark in London. The weres would not change at the full moon for a couple of weeks, but their urine from the last full moon was still there. The dog woman knew how to find them.

 

By the early crack of dawn, she had most of the east side mapped out. He was glad for his glasses, the sunlight burning his more sensitive eyes. Akane asked him if he needed to go home, but he refused for a little while longer. He simply pulled his hat lower to his head and made sure his gloves covered up over his wrists under the coat. Turning up the collar of his jacket, he buttoned it high so that there was only the small band between the end of his nose and his eyebrows showing.

 

Akane couldn't stand to watch him baking in the early sun anymore. He wasn't complaining, or even showing pain on his face, but she just felt sorry for him. Turning back towards the countryside, she gave a hearty laugh and bolted for the flat at a high run. The vampire would just have to keep up.

 

The flat's door was already open for her and Alucard sat on the couch, feet propped up and jacket off. The shades were all drawn tight and the rooms darkened. “What took you so long?”

 

“Thought I would give you a chance to report everything to Integra in privacy.”

 

“Nice try dog girl. The fact of the matter is...you are just too damn slow.”

 

Akane thought to herself “what ever,” and scampered into the bedroom and jumped on the bed. The dog rolled around, feet flopping in the air. Slowly she changed back into her human form, red stripes bold on her ghost white skin, eyes a bright pepto-bismol pink. Touching her ear tips, she was disappointed to find them tall, pointy and elf like again. She could always hope.

 

The vampire looked over his shoulder casually from the couch, to the woman exiting to the bathroom. Her hair was long and nearly to her ass, fluffy and really large. She looked nothing like the woman he had seen earlier. There were red stripes everywhere, the three most astonishing were over her forehead making her eyebrows look angry. The demon gave him a “what's your problem” look as she passed by, the white fluff of her nether regions interesting him the most.

 

That was certainly new.

 

Akane closed the door knowing it was pointless. She opened up her black luggage and touched over each brown bottle, every concoction and spell. A stainless steel pair of scissors cut at her hair until it was a manageable three inches long. A pile of hair, enough to make a whole 'nuther dog lay on the floor.

 

She turned on the shower water and took out a wakazashi. Stepping into the falling water, she laid the back of the blade up against her head and held her ear out with the other hand. In a split second the ear tip was cut off and laying on the shower floor. Blood ran down her cheek and neck.

 

Alucard stood outside the shower curtain, debating if he should open the curtain or not. What he should do and what he wanted to do were two different things.

 

Akane cut off the other ear tip just as quickly, making sure not to make a single sound. She did not want the vampire enticed and in the room.

 

She picked up her ear tips and contemplated what to do with them. She couldn't just throw them in the trash, and burning them wasn't really an option either. Not in a rented flat. Frowning, she placed one in her mouth and started to eat it. She had licked her own wounds before, but this was a little too far. She wanted to barf it back up, but steeled herself and popped in the other one.

 

Alucard's hand was so close to reaching for the curtain. He wanted to taste the blood running down her neck and being wasted down the drain. The demon had swallowed down her own flesh, and it made him near insane with a sick, twisted sort of passion. She may not have been a vampire, but she was his kind of woman. Demented according to human norms.

 

The demon pinched the cut flesh in an effort to make it stop bleeding faster and ducked herself under the water again, rinsing everything off. When the water ran clear, she stepped out of the shower and looked out the door. It looked like Alucard was laying on the couch pretending to be asleep. Akane left her things in the bathroom and simply headed for the bed. She was too mentally tired now, and a nap would be good.

 

Alucard nestled himself in the darkness of the plumbing, licking up her demon blood and finally letting the wretched day-coma take him over.