Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Slow Painful Crush ( Chapter 8 )

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It was Sunday, and Sunday was Akane's day to rest. Everyone rested in Europe, Christian or not. The shops and businesses were shut down. Alucard was hidden somewhere under the floorboards asleep while she was curled up on the couch with a good book. She was reading Laurell K. Hamilton's “Merry Gentry” series, which she thought was way better than the “Anita Blake” series. Everyone was much more jovial in these. The drapes were pulled way back and the sunlight warmed the floors, casting deep black shadows everywhere.

 

The flat's doorbell rang and Akane opened the door to find Walter with a big box. She ushered him inside, curious to know what was in it. He set it on the kitchen counter top and set the kettle on the stove. Over the last four days, Akane had pestered him so much about acting like a butler that he finally acquiesced. “My flat is your flat,” she would say after he would ask her for permission to do something. Now he just made tea without asking.

 

“What is that for?” she asked him, wiggling up close to him as he turned the knobs on the stove, watching the gas flame pop up big.

 

“It appears that you have been invited to a late, formal supper at Hellsing.”

 

“Oh?” Akane raised an eyebrow curiously.

 

“Yes, and that is your attire.”

 

“My attire? I didn't order anything.” She pulled the black bow off of the handsome black box and cracked open the side. White tissue paper peaked out. Pulling off the top and setting it to the side, a black gown was revealed under the wrappings. “Classic black.”

 

“Yes. I picked it out for you myself.”

 

“So it would go with my shoes...” Walter grinned. She still hadn't made it to the shops yet for another pair of heels. That man was good. So good.

 

“Madam has requested that you attend...as you are, so to speak.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes. She wants to see you for herself.”

 

“But my hair is a mess...and my stripes are so...ugly.”

 

“And she wants to see the ears too.” Walter pulled a cup down from the cabinet and set chopped leaves in a silver tea strainer. In a second cup he put a huge teaspoon of ground green tea for her.

 

“Oh Gods. What about Alucard?”

 

“I have orders for him. He won't be attending. If you don't mind, Ceras will be here with him this evening. She has been ordered out of Hellsing tonight as well.”

 

“Must be something serious.”

 

“Yes. I believe she intends to seduce you.”

 

Akane pulled her dropped chin up. “I...I..um... Oh god” She looked remorsefully at her cup and swallowed hard as Walter poured the hot water.

 

“You started it.”

 

“I know. I know...I just didn't think she would take me up on it. She's a human and I'm not. I mean, she's beautiful Walter, and really attractive, but...I can't be starting another relationship right now...I...” Akane was babbling and couldn't stop. She had chills running up and down her spine in nervous energy. “I never imagined a woman like her would want a demon. Oh Gods, I don't want to break her heart...or mine. Humans never last. It never works out.”

 

Walter sighed. Akane had a good and gentle heart underneath all that piss and vinegar. Sad that she was already committed. “She just wants to enjoy your company for the evening. Nothing more.”

 

Akane rubbed her palms over her thighs nervously. One night. One night only. She could handle that. “I guess I better get ready then.” Her hands shook as she lifted the dress out of the box and Walter was keen to notice it. The woman really wasn't like a demon at all. She was breaking all of his misconceptions about non-humans.

 

It was a beautiful strapless, full length gown with classic cut lines. A black velvet box was underneath it, and inside was a one inch collar of pave diamonds. Sir Integra Windgate Hellsing was not cheap. Akane's hands shook so hard she had to set it down on the counter top and could only stare at it. “Walter. I can't go tonight. I simply can't.”

 

“You can. And you will.” Walter stood behind her and grabbed her shoulders in a comforting gesture. He was not the kind to do such things, but Akane really needed it. He whispered in her ear, “She needs someone to adore her because she is a woman. Not because she is Sir Hellsing.”

 

“Alucard would adore her. It's so obvious that he loves her.”

 

“Alucard would break her heart and her mind in a slow, painful crush.”

 

“Yes. I suppose so.” Akane remembered how Sesshoumaru had done it to Rin. He adored her as a daughter when she was little, loved her as a woman after her first husband died of tuberculosis, then ditched her when she grew too fragile to love him in return. It was Akane's first real heartbreak. It broke for herself, for Rin and for him. “There are days Walter, when I wish I would not live forever.”

 

“So don't.”

 

“I have never been able to bring myself to it. Though I have tried. I await an honorable death in combat.”

 

Walter kissed her on the cheek and took his tea to the living room. He would wait for her to change and chauffeur her to the estate. He understood her so much better now. Suicide was not an option. It led straight to Hell. Only an honorable death could save her soul from purgatory.

 

In the bathroom Akane morphed to dog and back again, her hair long once more and her ear tips returned. Showering and putting on nothing but perfume and a little mascara, she blow dried her hair until it was a fluffy mop. She growled at the mirror. She hated looking like a Pomeranian. Naked she strode past Walter and Alucard's backs as they stared at the telly. Walter was quick to hop up from the couch and follow her, knowing she would need help with the zipper.

 

“Look at you. You are magnificent,” the butler said, turning her around after clasping the choker for her.

 

“I don't feel magnificent.” Akane drank her tea now that it was cooled.

The door bell rang and Walter let Seras in. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, a knit cap on her head. “You must be Akane” she said, holding her hand out to shake it and introduce herself.

 

“You must be Seras Victoria. I have heard good things about you.”

 

Seras looked to Alucard's back and then to Walter. “I hope Walter has been kind.” She knew Alucard could never bring himself to say anything nice about anyone. The only choice then was Walter.

 

“What are you doing here, Police Girl?” Alucard asked in a sultry ass voice. The girl's eyes noticeably widened and Akane couldn't tell if it was because she thought she was in trouble or if she was mesmerized by him.

 

“I am supposed to stay here with you. Sir Integra suggested I get a couple of movies for us.” Alucard did not move, but continued to stare at the box. The gig was up. He had figured it out. Bitch was going to Hellsing to play nice nice while he and Seras were to be sweet little playmates and have a slumber party. Oh fucking barf.

 

“It's time to go, Miss Akane,” Walter said, pulling out the keys from his pocket. “Alucard, you will stay here this evening, Sir Integra's orders.”

 

“Give my love to mommy.”

 

“Will do. And be nice to Seras,” he opened the door for Akane, who slipped through with grace and ease. They climbed into the car and were off.

 

“It's like a Cinderella story, isn't it Master? She is all dressed up to go to the ball.” Seras sat next to the elder vampire, not noticing that his eye was twitching.

 

“Just shut up and put the movie in.”

 

“Yes master.” Seras handed him a blood pack from her bag. It wasn't pizza, but it would do.