Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ One Sick Little Puppy ( Chapter 6 )

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At noon, Walter arrived with her boxes from the stores apologizing that he was so late to arrive. They had been delivered to Hellsing first and the box from Gaultier arrived lastly near eleven. Akane let him in wearing nothing but a draped over sheet. She couldn't find Alucard, but knew the insane thing was around there somewhere. She changed into the tennis shoes and running attire Walter had picked out. It was a nice blue to match her contacts, but now it looked garish against the red and white of her flesh. She could have been the poster child for American and English demons everywhere. Walter thought her rather pretty like that.

 

“Tell me Walter, why would Integra send such a high level operative to babysit me. I have seen some of his skills. He should be out doing something more important.”

 

“I'm afraid there is nothing important going on right now, and if we don't give him something to occupy his mind, he tends to become unruly at home.”

 

“I see. One flew over the Coo-koo's nest.”

 

“Precisely.” Walter knew darned well why Integra ordered him out. Letting him be babysat under the guise of babysitting gave her just enough of a mental break to keep herself sane. He would not confess this to anyone though.

 

“Why not just lock him up somewhere in a dungeon until you need him?”

 

“Because he likes it.”

 

“Oh.” Akane gave a surprised look on her face. She imagined him strapped up in a straight jacket and chained to a wall, giggling maniacally. Yep. She could definitely see it. No wonder he wanted to put a collar on her.

 

The dog demon pulled out the map from the vampires' jacket pocket and spread it open on the dining table, showing it to Walter. “We did pretty well last night, but...I have a favor to ask of you.”

 

“Yes, Miss Akane?”

 

“Could you arrange some more normal clothes for Alucard. He is only going to attract attention.”

 

“I can provide him with all kinds of clothes, but that does not mean that he will wear them. He likes to burn them, rip them, put them on dead bodies or fill them with maggots. I personally think he does it so I can't wash them.”

 

“Well...if that's the case. Just get me something cheap off the rack and I will order him to wear it.”

 

“Good luck.”

 

“He will compromise everything. There isn't any luck about it.” Akane left the table and brought back a big brown glass bottle. Smearing the unscented jelly inside over her skin like sunscreen, she pointed out to Walter that there were several concentrations of were activity, but nothing so far that reeked of a den or pack. There would be at least three more days of mapping to be done. Walter was impressed with her thoroughness.

 

By the time she had stopped chatting about the mission, her skin was a nice rosy pink and the stripes were gone. Except for the white hair and pink eyes, she looked pretty normal. “I'm going out for groceries. Care to join me, or are you going to stay here with the nut case?”

 

“I'll join you miss. He wont be up until near dinner.” Akane slipped on some heavy black glasses and put a dollop of pomade into her puffy hair to smooth it a little. When the butler asked her if they were going to take the car, she joyfully said no and started walking down the block in her little short shorts and tank.

 

Alucard woke up when he heard the front door open. He heard Akane and Walter chatting about cuts of meat and sushi recipes. He rolled his eyes. All of them. Walter had found someone who also liked that sort of Susie-homemaker shit. Materializing himself in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, combing his hair with his fingers and straightening the collar of his handsome white shirt. He was not a reject from Sherlock Holmes he mumbled to himself. He gave himself a terribly wicked, full tooth smile. Nope. Not Sherlock Holmes. He was a reject from Bram Stoker's asylum on the hill.

 

Ah..the good old days...when absinthe flowed freely and coke powdered everyone's nose. He missed fucking with Bram's brain. He missed boning Mary Shelley and Byron, either together or separately. They always made their inner tortures into such lovely philosophies. The Victorian Gothic fad died all too quickly.

 

“Lookie what I have for you!” the bitch demon cooed as she held up some nasty ass denim jeans in front of his face. “Won't you just look so haut in these!?”

 

“Never.”

 

“Strip.”

 

“Never.”

 

“I order you to do so.” Akane tapped her foot on the ground as Walter quietly put the groceries away, making sure to turn his back on this one.

 

“And if I refuse.”

 

“You will not refuse. You will not compromise my mission by dressing like a Victorian poof-ta.”

 

“How about this?” Alucard morphed his white ruffled shirt and red pants to a white shirt with bondage points and straight jacket straps and black leather pants covered in D-rings.

 

“Sexy, but no.” Ruffled black shirt, plain black leather pants. “No.” Red shirt, black pants. “No.” White plain button down shirt with black leather pants. “Better, but no.” White button down shirt, tight denim pants and a black jacket.

 

“Yes. I can agree to that. But make the jacket shorter. I want to view your ass.”

 

Alucard snarled. “You go too far.”

 

“No darling. I dont go far enough. I am not forcing you to wear what I bought you now am I?”

 

“I hate you,” he growled.

 

“I hate you too,” she said in cutie-honey sort of way. She turned back to the kitchen and pulled out a plain white chunk of meat wrapped in white butcher paper.

 

“Do you want me to cook that tar-tar for you?” Walter asked but got his answer when she shoved one end of the liver into her mouth and started chewing. Blood dripped down her chin onto the white paper and pooled in the crevices. She smiled and headed for the couch, turning on the television and laying the large open paper in her lap. “I'm going to go now, Miss Akane. If you need anything, please call.”

 

“Thank you Walter. You have been wonderful.”

 

The two nodded at each other, a quick impromptu version of a bow. Alucard sat on the other side of the couch brooding. “You two seem to get along just smashingly.”

 

“Want some liver?” She dangled it in front of her face, giggling it slightly so that it dripped on the paper some more and ignored his comments.

 

“No. I ate last night.” Akane really couldn't remember when he would have eaten anything and was a little confused.

 

“Walter and I packed the fridge for you. I thought that was awfully kind of him.”

 

“It's his job, bitch. Don't confuse it with kindness.”

 

“Who shoved a boot up your ass today?”

 

“I wish.”

 

“You know. You are one, sick little puppy.”

 

“So are you.”

 

Akane slipped off the tennis shoes, revealing curled claws on her toes. She wiggled them and stretched them, then threw one leg over the back of the couch as her back rested against the side. Alucard started at the screen instead of the seam between her legs and her crotch. Bitch. She was taunting him on purpose, the little silky cobalt blue short shorts riding high around her ass cheeks. If he was allowed to do so, he would put a boot up her ass in a heartbeat.

 

“Get me a pint, will 'ya?” she commanded, kicking him in the shoulder with a little foot before taking another big bite of liver.

 

“Don't touch me.”

 

“I'm not afraid of you.” She lied. She feared him a lot.

 

“You should be.” Alucard went to the fridge, only because she had ordered him to and brought back one for her and one for himself. Akane pressed the buttons until she found coverage of a steeple chase and started watching it intently. Opening her mouth wide, she bit the bag with little demonic pointed teeth and squeezed it like a juice pack. Alucard was amused that she liked human blood. For a protector of the human race, she sure did bend the rules.

 

Then again, so did he.

 

When he finally decided to look back at her, she was licking the paper clean and making it crunch around. He folded his arms over his chest and snarled up his nose. Akane just ignored him some more. Ignoring him seemed to make him more attentive. She crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. “Ready to go?” she asked, looking at Alucard like he was a dumb ass in all her naked glory.

 

“Are you?”

 

“I am now.” Akane was the dog again, a medium sized ball of Akita fluff with red patches and stripes. Alucard snaked a tendril around her neck and choked her a little, the dog backing up and making it tighter. She said nothing.

 

He squeezed a little harder and the dog just stood there watching him. He realized she wasn't breathing and didn't need to. He squeezed it even harder, almost enough to snap her neck and still the dog just stood there looking at him like he was doing something for nothing. They watched each other at an impasse. Akane wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of making her panic. He wasn't going give up until she submitted a little and showed fear in her eyes.

 

Alucard squeezed until he heard her neck snap and the muscles tear and let go of her, watching her fall to the floor. A sudden thought crept through his skull. Sir Integra would not be pleased that he had killed her during their first twenty four hours together. That would make him look bad to her. No self discipline at all. No self discipline meant no respect from her. Oh God, Jesus in heaven he wanted her respect.

 

He kicked the dog's form to see if it was still alive. Red bands of ribbon flew off it's body, winding tight around his own neck and he grabbed for them. Standing back up on all fours, Akane twisted her head until it sat back in it's proper place. “Oh Alucard. Why did you have to go and do that now? We were getting along so damned well.”

 

“Bitch.” He couldn't seem to stop the tide of ribbons. When one was cut, two seemed to take it's place. When there was a big fat collar of red around his throat, she quit. Now he really desperately wanted to kill her, but wouldn't for Sir Integra. Thank God that she was still alive. He wouldn't have to try to explain that one. In fact, this whole little incident didn't have to come up.

 

“Who is wearing the collar now?” Akane grabbed the door knob with her teeth and turned it carefully, opening the door for herself and wandering outside. “Don't forget the map, Alucard. I left it on the table,” she called back to him.

 

He oozed out of it, for nothing like this could hold him for very long at all. Still, it was an impressive little show. There was much more to the dog whore than what she was letting on. She had powers she had not yet revealed.