Fruits Basket Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ We are so dead ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

It was a surprisingly quiet and calm day in England on the Hellsing grounds. Well, it was quiet if you ignored the screams of terrified soldiers and the negativity coming from one large office in the top right corner of the manor. This office belonged to non-other than Sir Integra Van Hellsing, who was currently pissed, no not just pissed, but pissed as hell. She was sitting behind a very large hand carved desk staring at the door with her chin held in her left hand wile her right furiously strummed her desk. Finally allowing her anxiety to get the best of her, she got up and walked over to her window, and looked over the big garden that lay beneath. There she saw the cause of her distress: three young women that were lounging around or playing tricks on her tormented soldiers. As though they sensed her eyes on them the three looked up at the window, looked at each other, waved, and then headed into the building.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for a knock on the door to sound. Receiving no answer the trio walked in and sat down on any empty chair they could find. Upon hearing the door shut Integra turned and watched as the girls situated themselves. Looking them over she realized just how mismatched the girls truly were. Minuet, the oldest but shortest of the three, was about 5'5'' in height, and had long black pigtails in danger of dragging on the ground. She wore a white Chinese dress with slits up to mid thigh. Pink and salmon colored sakura petals decorated the garment around the bottom, getting darker until they were a near black. On her wrist were two gauntlets made of solid jade. At her waist was a pair of suis, engraved with a language not understandable to human beings.

Next, was Yume, the second oldest. She too wore an Asian influenced outfit on her 5'7” frame. It was similar to a kimono, but about the length of a mini dress and had unattached sleeves. It had a stark contrast of white, with dark blue triangles decorating the edges of the hems. She wore a midnight black obi with a Dao at her side. Around her forehead, keeping her dark brown hair out of her eyes was a headband made of platinum with sapphire writing, in the same language as Minuet's artifacts. On her forearms were two leather armguards.

And the last terror, slightly younger than Yume, was Keona. She was 5'8”, with bright purple hair that went down her back and covered her dark violet eyes. Her black top had long, wide sleeves and the front of the shirt laced up with a black ribbon. The ends of the ribbon were very long, one end trailing down over her black jeans, and the other end in her mouth. Hanging from her neck were several strings of hematite and other precious stones, and one pendant. It was platinum and resembled a cross, or a pair of wings. It had one light blue sapphire in the center, and around this stone that the strange writing looped.

 

An uncomfortable silence fell, the rhythmic drumming of Integra's fingers being the only sign of life, as Keona had stopped chewing on her ribbon and was now nodding off in her chair. Integra cleared her throat and the girls looked at her, Keona quickly sat straight up, still it was silent.

 

“So how's it cookin'?” Minuet asked. Everyone glared at her. “What? Uncomfortable silences mean two things, either your in the middle of a fight and waiting for your opponent to leave, or somebody's breaking up with you.” She gasped and looked straight at Integra. “Integra…you aren't breaking up with us are you?”

 

“Shut up, Minuet.” Integra said far too calmly, “You three are becoming more trouble than you're worth.”

 

“Really? I thought we were doing really well.” Minuet mused out loud.

 

“Minuet!!!” Integra yelled causing Minuet to jump and yelp. “I'm serious. You three are causing far too much trouble recently. The Queen wants me to get rid of all of you.”

Nothing but silence met Integra's ears as the girls let her last words sink in. Minuet looked like she wanted to say something smart assed but for once kept her mouth shut, and for that Integra was grateful but also a little concerned. Looking around at the other occupants she was surprised to see no emotion written on their faces.

 

“There is something I can do, but you will all have to work with me.”

 

“What is it?” Keona sighed, finally showing some emotion.

“I can send you to Japan on a `mission'.”

 

“What kind of mission?” Yume asked turning her head to rest on her shoulder.

 

“Well it's simple. All you'd have to do is…”