Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Whining dog ( Chapter 12 )

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She looked at the clock after stepping out of the shower. It was just after four. Hurriedly she peeled every sheet, every pillowcase off her bed and took them out to the dumpster. With the washcloth from her bathing she wiped down the wall and headboard, the lamp and night stand. Even the ceiling had it's spots. There was no way to get it all. Only a fresh coat of paint and the passage of time would clear up this nasty mess.

 

Seras Victoria sighed in the closet. The dog demon was quick to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt and leave the room. Alucard was no where to be seen. If she was stirring, so would he. She rubbed her head and pulled her hair in anger as she entered the kitchen. Tea was in order. Tea solved everything.

 

She didn't have to tell Hizumeha. What went on in London could stay in London.

 

Akanesuji kicked herself for thinking such things.

 

Walter's car pulled up in the small driveway and Akane pulled out another tea cup, knowing he would want his own hot happiness once he got in.

 

“How are you?” she asked, letting him in and meandering back to the kitchen. She tried really hard to have a pleasant look upon her face. It would kill her to know end if Walter knew.

 

“Fine. And you?”

 

“Good enough.”

 

“I came by to pick up Seras. I apologize if I am too early.”

 

“No. You're fine,Walter. I just got up myself. Long night you know.”

 

“Ahem... yes.” Walter stiffened slightly.

 

“Oh god. I'm sorry. I...didn't mean that.” Akane pulled her bangs over her forehead, as good excuse as any to hide her eyes under her hand in embarrassment.

 

“Not to worry.” He put a fresh tea bag into the cup and poured the hot water. “Is Alucard up yet?”

 

Rubbing the back of her head she said, “I haven't seen him.” She added in her own mind...lately.

 

“So what is the plan for tonight?” Walter asked, wondering to himself what was bothering the demon. She seemed apprehensive, a tad unhappy. Things had gone well for Integra, they should have gone well for her.

 

“We have two nights before the full moon. They will be changing to their mid-forms tomorrow.”

 

“Mid-forms?”

 

“Yes. Technically there are three nights to the full moon. The first and third nights they are on two legs and rather cognizant. When the moon is completely full they are on four. They are easiest to catch when on two legs. They always make dumb ass mistakes in judgment.”

 

“And why is that?”

 

“Because when they are in wolf form, nature tells them to be scared of man. They run to the woods and hide.”

 

“I see.”

 

“Tonight I will scout the peak places on the map, look for familiar faces. They will still be drawn to roam, except wearing socks and shoes.”

 

“Must be difficult to ignore such calls.”

 

“You don't know the half of it.” Akane turned her back on him and faced the sink, pouring the last half of her tea down the drain. Her stomach was still turning circus tricks and the tea didn't help it any.

 

“If you don't mind my asking, do you have such issues?” Maybe that was what was bothering her, he figured. She was a dog, and dogs all bayed during the full moons.

 

“It's different. My true form is a very large, two story sized dog. I do what dogs do. I hunt. I eat. I pee in the grass. I get stupid when someone rubs my ears and my leg shakes when my tummy is scratched. I love a good run. I don't play fetch well because I tend to keep the ball.”

 

“You jest.” The stoic butler could not image her with a toy in her mouth.

 

“No. Not really. I roll around in dead things left on the side of the road. I eat soft organs first before devouring the meat. When I am angry I growl and bite. I don't like being backed into a corner. I guard my loved ones dearly and try to be man's best friend.”

 

Walter smiled. But oh no...just wait. Akane had more.

 

“I like to lick my own crotch and sniff the crotches of others. I get off on being mounted from behind. A bite on the neck never hurt me either.”

 

“Oh my.”

 

“And you know what is worse, Walter?” she said, saddling up to him so that he was pinned against the counter top. “I can smell...everything. I can tell that you had Scotch eggs this morning. I can tell you cleaned up the sheets off Integra's bed. I can smell her wetness on your sleeve. You are wearing two day old underwear yet fresh socks. The pants came from the cleaners about four days ago. I can tell because the dry cleaning chemicals are degrading. I can tell that when you see me naked you get an erection. You balls sweat and betray you. I also know that you have a cancerous tumor in your left armpit that hasn't gotten large enough to catch on x-rays yet and that if you don't change your diet you will likely die of colon cancer just like every other Englishman in this smelly ass country. Now your adrenal gland has released and you are pumping pheromones into the air because you have been confronted.”

 

Akane backed up and retreated to by the door, but continued on the verbal assault. “This is what I live with every day, Walter. Knowing that humans find me threatening, though they don't always know why. Their body stench speaks louder than the words from their lips. When I do find one like Integra who genuinely does not fear me, I know I cannot be with them in my true form because I would kill them prematurely. No human wants to romantically love a dog and those who would are only interested in bestiality. They care nothing for my human side. No Walter, I do not have such issues, and I would think that I would be happy to have them. I could be human twenty seven days a month instead of none at all.”

 

“I'm sorry Akane, I didn't mean...”

 

“Look Walter. You asked. I gave you a truthful answer. Next time you don't want the truth, just say so.”

 

Alucard clapped from the hallway as he leaned against one wall. “Bravo! Whore Dog. That little speech brought a tear to my eyes. All of them.”

 

“You liked it?” she said sarcastically. “I can do it again for you.”

 

“Oh please....please...I want you to whine for me some more.”

 

“And you see this, Walter?” Akane turned back to the silent butler and pointed at the No-Life-King. “I have to put up with shit like this because I'm not demon enough to just kill everything outright. No...no...I have to play by the rules, try to be nice, have some self respect. It's mother fuckers like him who make me want to just rip every man's dick off and shove it up their asses because they can't seem to keep their purvy little pricks to themselves.”

 

“Alucard...you didn't....” Walter gasp, but the vampire didn't give any sign one way or the other. Akane stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door.

 

“Seras is in there.” Alucard said to the butler with good humor, hoping to change the subject and distract Walter's mind.

 

“Oh dear.”

 

Akane opened up the single piece of luggage she had brought with her from Japan after throwing it on top of the bed. She took out her two tanto knives and shuriken darts and inspected them, making sure they were sharp and ready to go.

 

Seras stirred and sat up. “Did I miss anything?”

 

“Get out Police Girl.” The little blond grabbed the top blanket that was over her and didn't even try to stand up. She crawled out with it, closing the door behind her.

 

With a tanto blade she slit the skin over her left forearm and inserted three darts under the skin. With a grimace she did the same on the other arm to match. She wiped the blades off on her shirt and threw it off to the floor.

 

Looking at her arms now, she missed her old boar tooth wakizashis. They had no place in modern times any more. They were too large to hide. It wasn't like the old days when she could wear them where ever she went. She did let out a little smirk though. Manatsu's baby teeth had made beautiful darts. His two little fangs were the best tantos she had ever seen. While Sesshoumaru had to keep his sword locked up for safe keeping now, her mystical weaponry went just about anywhere.

 

She walked out of the house not saying a word, naked as a jay bird in spring and carrying nothing. When Walter had tried to talk to her, she glared at him, letting her eyes burn red and her white hair float. She didn't care if her stripes showed or that her ears were pointed. By the time she got to the side walk, she was transformed to a small dog, her front legs a little stiff from the metal inserts.

 

Akane disappeared into the streets of London.

 

“Remember what Sir Integra ordered,” the butler said to the vampire.

 

“By the way, Walter. I also know about your two day old underwear.” Alucard retrieved his hat and put on his glasses. With a shit eating grin he walked out the door. Just so that he would not be outdone, he too changed into a dog. No whore dog bitch was going to take away his grand exits.

 

“What was that all about Walter?” Seras asked him with a confused look on her face. “Did things not go well last night?”

 

“I think things went too well,” he answered.

 

“Funny...her bedroom absolutely reeks. And her mattress....oh my God, Walter...it's like death itself.”

 

Walter bowed his head. That meant Miss Akane had come home to Alucard waiting in her bed, probably to lick Integra's juices off of her by force. It was bad enough when he would catch the vampire in the laundry room sniffing sheets and licking underwear, but this was bad. Alucard liked getting caught. He would time it, knowing when he would be doing laundry, hoping that he would run tell Integra. He was ever hopefully that she would punish him, indulging him in his sick perversions. “Don't tell anyone. Let's keep that to ourselves,” he said to the little innocent police girl.

 

“Yes, Walter.” Seras didn't understand, but that was fine. She didn't want to.