Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Maybe You Are... A Fool ( Chapter 19 )

OH MY GOD. Does everyone realize that this is the LAST chapter of Beyond Mortal Blood? Isn't that sad, and totally distressing!?

 

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It had been a month since Aya had seen Alucard, or even spoken to him - not that Fujimiya Aya was counting. Well, more specifically, it wasn't that Aya was counting the days since the Vampire's leave, but instead the days he had gone without sex. And as the thought crossed the redhead's mind, his brow twitched down slightly in irritation. A month of celibacy, the reminder made him irritable. Who wouldn't be irate, when the last time you had fucked had been the most godly experience ever to be felt? Yes, as Aya thought back to the last time he had seen Alucard, he was inevitably reminded of their desecration of a cathedral.

Violet eyes turned down to the coffee mug grasped in his frigid hands, and he sighed lightly. He had been a FREAK then, but in the days following that final battle the chip had been removed from him. And even now, as he gazed at the murky liquid in his cup, he felt repulsed at the idea of food. The month had been spent regaining his appetite for sustenance, and it had been rough training himself off of a blood diet. He still had cravings for the scarlet fluid, though they were gradually weakening. He placed his lips to the cup, sipping down the warm fluid to chase away the chill he was experiencing. Summer had shed its graceful blessings and autumn had swept in like a beast to blanket Tokyo in cold. He turned his attention to the window on the far side of the living room, gazing at the trees scattered beyond the house, the leaves already boasting amber and golden coats. It was definitely beauty worth admiring. The faint traces of a smile touched his lips as he savored the scenery. Smiling... Without his younger sibling around, he still found it hard to show that sort of emotion. Ah, but when Aya-Chan was around, it was hard not to smile, because she had that aura about her. The amethyst gems slid shut, his slender fingers gripping the mug ever more tightly. How he had missed that presence in those past years. It was still hard to believe that she was awake, and completely healthy. She'd gone back to school without any qualms, because it was decided that she was still the sixteen-year-old she had been years ago. They could try to help her get back the time she missed, but then again - the girl had eternity to make up for it.

Aya turned from the room, stepping into the kitchen to set down the dish from which he was drinking. A glance at the clock told him that it was time he set off for the flower shop. He still worked there, still was a member of Weiss working for Kritiker. Needless to say, with Estet out of the picture of corrupting people, missions had been far and few between. There had been talk of moving the Kritiker HQ to another location, as their full attention on Tokyo was no longer needed. The assassin stepped out of the house, a gust of wind catching the crimson locks of his hair and blowing them about roughly. If Kritiker really meant to move headquarters, Weiss would be relocating as well. Weiss was Kritiker's secret weapon, where the main base was located they were there. Weiss hadn't even considered disbanding. They had done that once before, but only ended up back together again.

Aya pulled his turtleneck tighter about his body, shutting and locking the door to the house before he hurried to his Porsche. He wore the article not out of necessity, but out of the desire to stay warm in the weather. Whereas a month ago turtlenecks were needed to hide the marks Alucard had continued to leave on him. He rested back against the driver's seat, sliding the key into the ignition. Normally Aya-Chan would be sitting alongside of him, either for Aya to carry her to school on the weekdays, or the flower shop with him on weekends. Her absence today was attributed to the fact that she had spent the night with Omi and Yohji at the apartment. He'd been offered the chance to stay, but had passed it down to allow himself time alone to read. Smoothly the car turned around in the driveway, and Aya set off on the familiar journey to the shop. His driving was no less speedy than it had always been, though he was certainly more considerate when his sibling was in the car. Offhandedly he listened to whatever music was pouring from the speakers of the car, Aya-Chan's taste of musical interest.

The sleek vehicle slid onto the main street, overflowing with morning traffic of people trying to get here and there to start their weekend off brilliantly. His would be started off sitting behind a register with a plethora of girls giggling in his presence. He supposed it was fine, though, for all the commotion of the Kitty in the House, he could easily push his thoughts aside. And speaking of the flower shop, it was finally coming into sight, and a curious expression caught his features as he quickly turned into lot next to it. Strange... The shop wasn't open. By now it should have been bustling with their early morning customers. Huh. Parking the Porsche, he exited the car and started for the back entrance, another key inserted into the lock to open it. He stepped inside to find himself gazing at his comrades, his sister, and familiar Kritiker faces - Persia, Manx, and Birman.

"What's going on?" he started, eyes following Yohji as the man walked behind him.

"Aya," Omi began, smiling as the lock to the door slid into place.

"It's time for an intervention," Aya-Chan finished, smiling sweetly.

 

The Vampire had spent his month away from Aya relatively normally. Surely, the young man had crossed his mind at least once every day, but it wasn't as if the redhead had been constantly on the brain. After their sufficiently awkward goodbye, there had been a chance for Aya to join, but the assassin had chosen another path. Frankly, Alucard wasn't surprised-being immortal, there were so many things to experience before being trapped for eternity with Alucard (not that Alucard considered it being “trapped”). Eventually, certainly, their paths would be forced to intertwine, the Vampire wouldn't be able to go, say, a century without tasting the young man's blood, for after tasting such a delicacy one would need to have it slide down his or her throat once more. But Alucard could last, and, with benevolence that he displayed when he and Aya had first met, he would allow the redhead to live his life. Besides, that young girl, Aya-Chan, had woken up, he had his own organization to attend to... one day, when all that was dead and gone, the Vampire would call Aya to him, at which point things of questionable morality would occur.

Meanwhile, the Vampire would enjoy his life back at Hellsing. One of the many activities he engaged in were his chats with Integra, spent on a small balcony, closed in by ivory gates. The evening sky would spread out before them, blacks and blues spun with purples and pinks, sometimes an orange strip or two. Stars glittered like diamonds embedded onto dark, deep velvet, the moon was a silver thread tonight. Alucard gripped the banister gently, looking over at Integra, gems seemingly spun into her hair by the way the light of midnight gleamed down upon her. Her eyes, normally icy cold, now seemed more relaxed, less empty, more pleased. Between two fingers she held a burning cigar, smoke trailing off into the dark.

“We haven't discussed Aya since he left, Alucard,” she mentioned.

The Vampire eyed her curiously, “So we haven't.”

His lips curled into a grin.

“What did you feel about him?” she asked. “I know he was one of your toys for the time he was here.”

Alucard turned his gaze out across the balcony. “I'm not too sure. Perhaps I did actually feel some attachment to him.”

Integra's expression turned incredulous. “The No-Life-King Alucard, developing feelings for another person?” she exclaimed.

The Vampire chuckled. “I'm not above such a thing,” he replied, grin calming, causing him to look eerily thoughtful. “You haven't forgotten Mina, have you?” he queried.

Integra twisted out her cigar on the banister, tossing it over the side. “Oh, no, but I was not even a mere thought when you and Mina were lovers. And from what you tell me, she seems much different than the punk,” she responded, teasingly emphasising “punk.”

“She was,” the Vampire said simply.

He spoke no more, and the only voice was the wind's, whistling through the trees, and Integra glanced over at him.

She smiled and playfully asked, “Do you love him?”

The Vampire did not respond to the question, only purred to her, “You're in high spirits, aren't you...?” whilst smiling widely, and strode back inside, coat trailing gently behind him, disappearing into the shadows.

 

Crimson brows furrowed together, "An intervention," Aya stated, working to grasp the concept. His sibling and the organization he worked for were dead set on convincing him of something...?

"On what grounds?" the redhead inquired, stepping further into the apartment.

"Ran," Aya-Chan's voice held that dedicated tone to it - and the assassin was already uneasy about the intent of this intervention - "you haven't talked about Alucard very much since he left." So that's what this was about.

"Where are you going with this, Aya?" he asked, glancing to the door guarded safely by Yohji. No escape.

"She means to say you haven't been laid in a month and you're moody as hell," the lankier assassin leered, grinning.

Omi cast Yohji a baleful look, "That's not what we mean! It's just that we're sure you felt something for him. I mean, at first we were assuming it, but Nagi told us you admitted to caring about Alucard. Is it true?"

Aya glanced away, the amethyst orbs distant.

"There's no point in talking about this. There's nothing I can do to remedy the distance. I have a duty to Kritiker here."

"Not anymore," Manx interjected, unfolding her arms which had presently been over her busom.

"Excuse me?" Aya started, shoulders stiffening. Was he being fired because he happened to think from Alucard time to time (or on a daily basis as it was, at least once).

“Persia, perhaps you would like to explain," Birman commented, smiling. "Of course. Aya, the serious threat has been destroyed in Japan, and an elite force like Weiss has no business picking off the smaller targets. Leave them for less skilled agents."

A crimson brow arched slightly, "And...?" he prompted.

"What he's trying to say," Nagi murmured from the hallway, head cocked to the side, "is that the Kritiker headquarters has no business being here anymore. It would be much more useful elsewhere."

Aya-Chan moved forward, hand lifting to rest on Aya's cheek, "Say London? It's where Alucard lives, right?"

The redhead simply nodded. "So you mean to say that Kritiker's headquarters is being transferred to the London branch, and Weiss will be following."

Persia nodded, "That is, of course, if it's okay with you. If you honestly have no desire to see Alucard again, then you can always quit the Weiss."

Aya shook his head, "Quit the Weiss?"

The suggestion sounded so foreign, and faintly he thought that his training in Kritiker had trained him against everything but murder and flowers - as was their cover up.

Yohji placed his hand on Aya's shoulder, "Hey, Aya, you wouldn't actually... Quit Weiss, would you?" he queried a bit uneasily.

"Of course not," Weiss' leader answered. "Aya-Chan will be going with us, she'll need to be enrolled into a school in England."

Omi smiled, "That's already been taken care of. You see, we've been planning this for a week or two now. They've already got her transcripts - she's good to go."

Midnight eyes concentrated on him, "Ran, you do care for Alucard, right?"

Aya smiled, glad that she did not think as most girls did in flowery terms of love and trivial things of the sort.

"Yeah."

A bright smile appeared on Aya-Chan's face, and she bounced into his embrace, planting a kiss upon his cheek.

"I knew you hadn't given up on him."

The redhead's smile softened, "Aya, you know I can't let go. Even if I wanted to."

She giggled, "I know, but you haven't given up. There's still a chance for the eternity you're going to spend together to be something worth living."

The siblings parted after a few more moments, and Birman cleared her throat.

"Aya-Chan, don't you have something to give to him?"

The young girl clapped her hands together, "Yes!" she exclaimed, before turning to swipe an envelope from the table.

Holding it out to Aya, she flashed him a positively radiant smile, that he couldn't help but feel there was some wickedness in it as he slipped open the enveloped. From it he produced an airplane ticket. Scheduled to leave in ten minutes. He checked the clock - the airport was atleast twenty minutes away.

"I thought you all were coming too."

Persia nodded, "We're coming, but we have to get everything packed up here first, and then we'll be in England as soon as possible. You can handle it on your own for a day or two, right?"

Aya returned the nod, "Yeah. I should..."

"Go!" Yohji exclaimed, clapping the swordsman on the back. "What are you waiting for, you're going to miss your flight!"

"This is absurd," Aya stated, before turning to the exit.

Nagi stepped close to the door, unlocking it.

"By the way, Aya, thanks for letting me stay around."

The redhead shrugged it off, taking to the sidewalk to reach his car.

And Aya's mad driving continued as he slammed on the gas to careen down the street towards the airport. If he could make it to Kritiker in Manx's sense of quickness, he sure as hell could make it to this destination on time. And he did, in impeccable timing with a slew of Tokyo's residents raining down curses on him. It was not to say that Aya was enthusiastic about going to England, that he really wanted to see Alucard that badly. He knew seeing the Vampire would be awkward, that there would not be open arms welcoming him there. But he did have to know. Alucard had marked his ownership over Aya, and had left and not even contacted him. He needed to know that the bastard hadn't just done in some stupid fit of jealousy and rage over Sakura, and that he actually meant to own him for the rest of eternity. Of course, though Aya had come to terms with his feelings towards Alucard (that he "cared" for him), he still did not take highly to being a piece of property.

"Whatever," he growled to himself, boarding his flight speedily and then sinking down into one of the comfortable seats. For whatever reason, they had given him a ticket on a civilian flight, not one of Kritiker's private ones, and so he was not alone.

A stifling twenty hours it was! - surrounded on three sides by the body heat of others, with the cold window pressed to his shoulder, his forehead resting against it as he stared out over the terrain. And as the plane slowly touched down onto the landing pad, he was shuffled along with the exiting crowd, hands stuffed into his pocket as he stepped out into the cool night air. The crimson tresses whipped about his face, caressing it as the wind breezed by time and again while he walked down the crowded streets of London. He glanced around, searching for some sort of landmark that might help him pick out where he was, and with an hour's worth of roaming he finally stumbled onto the outskirts of the Kritker base. From there he remembered the way to Hellsing, and it merely meant probing into his memory as he walked along. And, before had time to truly prepare himself with an encounter with Alucard, he was standing just outside the gates of Hellsing, ivory chiseled face tilted up with the deep set amethysts half closed and scattering the scarce moonlight upon their mirrored surfaces, the deep scarlet locks drifting softly with the wind, framing the porcelain god in unnatural beauty. He couldn't bring himself to go farther than this. He'd come this far, surely by now Alucard would know he was here. Let him close the rest of the distance.

 

The Vampire had planned on going out for a walk, and as such, made his way down the staircase, eyes not even glancing at the opulent decoration that was one of the breathtaking things about the Hellsing mansion. Weapons lined the walls, souvenirs and gifts from the past, metal set hundreds of years before the mansion's construction. The history of these instruments dabbled in both the Hellsing family's and Alucard's own past. Even through his terrible losses, the No-Life-King had been able to store a few items of his reign of terror. One blade was once owned by the Vampire's father, earning its high position on the wall. It was a supreme weapon as well, the silvery edges stained with blood dating back six centuries, upon the hilt a finely crafted dragon, blood-red rubies encrusted for eyes. It was the sign of the Dracul family, as the name did mean “dragon.” Of course, being the son of Vlad II Dracul, the Vampire had been given the name Vlad III Dracula, meaning the son of the dragon. And this sword was one of the few things that Alucard, so long ago, had felt he should keep in order to honour his family. Now, he thought nothing of it. Such times were hundreds of years ago, and he no longer could find the feelings stirring.

They had a little over a month ago, for the first time in decades. Part of it was to blame on Aya, or perhaps the entire mood of things, but either way, little of it mattered. Integra's question had done little to him, other than cause him to think. Was love out of the question? It seemed so foreign, after not having felt it for over one hundred years. And he was a different person, now. The only emotions he felt involved excitement with death and occasionally sex. Even that, he hadn't taken part in awhile. Well, save that one woman last week, but he had been in the moment and she had been screaming so wonderfully when he had sunk his fangs into her neck (Integra allowed a live feed every so often, especially if the person was a nosy reporter)... though, it certainly hadn't been enjoyable to the experience previous to that one. He was sure that would be the pinnacle of his sexual escapades for quite awhile. Most likely, Aya's too, and he thought this as he pushed open the door to the Hellsing mansion, revealing the night to his form once more. Surely, it was easier to simply use the shadows as transportation, but walking gave the simple pleasures of time, and being able to mull over thoughts. His stride was long, foots steps light, and as his gaze turned upward from the ground and began to drift toward the sky, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. Being that his sight was more advanced than a humans by a large margin, he immediately recognised the one who stood in front of him, even from the distance they were apart.

The crimson locks, the amethyst orbs, the glorious pallor.

It was Aya.

The Vampire, even through his heavily jaded outlook, was a bit startled by the fact that right outside the Hellsing gates there was the young man who he had just been discussing minutes ago. What on earth was he doing here? Well, he supposed the answer was obvious, it was only to see Alucard, but honestly, it was so sudden! Even so, he supposed he couldn't complain. Within moments, he was at the front gates, staring at the young man, though his expression bore no familiar smile whatsoever, until, in a nearly lecherous way, his gaze fell up and down the young man's body, but of course, it was not to be intrusive, as the Vampire may have been sexual but he was not a pervert. Yes, this was the body he remembered, so finely carved-and the beautiful face, and the eyes cut from purple gem. Finally, the corners of his lips turned upwards in the familiar grin, crimson eyes glittering in mischief-or maybe it was just the moonlight.

“Hey, punk.”

 

The redhead turned his eyes up to meet Alucard's, his face inscrutable as he heard the nickname fall from the Vampire's lips. It had been a month since he had seen this face, the chiseled features, the olive hued skin, the thick sable tresses. If their relationship had had any sembelance to a normal one, Aya could have stepped into the man's arms and left it at that, but that just wouldn't work in this situation. There was a month lapsed between them, a month since he had been submissive to another person. That was his mindset only, as his body was already beginning to react to Alucard's presence. Honestly, he couldn't be very surprised that his physical attraction to the man before him was returning - it had hardly left in the time he'd been away from Alucard.

One foot moved forward, and he neared Alucard with two strides, the ivory countenance tilting up to continue eye contact. He couldn't forget his reason for wanting to confront him. The violet gaze, which had softened so much since Aya-Chan's waking up, was hard and controlled in the moment - perhaps it was just a reaction to the Vampire's presence, because something was certainly making him build his defenses triple fold. A useless tactic, he knew, because Alucard could penetrate such defenses if he so desired. The man had seen him at his best, and seen him at his worst. And though Alucard didn't know his entire life story, he knew enough to get under his skin at at any time.

This was absurd. The single reason that he was standing in front of the dark-haired man was because his co-workers and sister had forced him to admit buried feelings for Alucard. No matter that moving Kritiker's base was perfectly reasonable, but the fact that they were moving it to London was completely for Aya's benefit. They were making this sacrifice for him, clearly, and all for what? A fucked up relationship with a Vampire he could barely fathom farther than the abuse and sex. No... There was no doubt some affection in there, or Alucard would not have taken advantage of Aya's pleasure points so many times in the past. There was something to this beyond their fucking. If not, then why was he bound to Alucard for eternity?

"Why did you make me yours?" Aya questioned, voice smooth and belying no emotion. "Was it out of rage over Sakura, or do you really plan on keeping me around? I need to know."

If there was really nothing more to this relationship than sex, and Alucard's ownership over him meant absolutely nothing, then the Kritiker HQ moving to England wouldn't be worth it. Other places in the world would work just as well.

Why should he make his comrades move because of him?

 

Alucard pondered-why did he do it? It seemed like such a simple question, but the Vampire couldn't fathom for that quick moment. Was it truly like Seras as he had thought so long ago (so long, more like month and a half)? A whim? Some notion that he couldn't possibly begin to describe? Sentimentality? Perhaps it was something deeper though, something altogether too clichéd and disgusting for Alucard to even consider. As such, he threw such a suggestion away. As he stared at Aya, he realised, why did he even need a reason? Furthermore, he really shouldn't have to explain himself to the punk, the facts were blatantly there in front of the young man. Alucard's eternal mark, the entire meaningful ritual, etcetera.. What was Aya, blind? Stupid? The Vampire chuckled and reached out, pulling the assassin against his chest, a gloved hand pressing with a unnerving gentleness against one of Aya's alabaster cheeks, and titling the head up.

“Because,” Alucard began, but didn't finish his sentence.

Scarlet orbs were still gleaming, and the distance between them and Aya's own eyes was noticeably closed, until the Vampire could feel the soft ivory lips upon his own, the kiss creepily soft, but also passionate in its own odd way. It had been a month since they last kissed-it should have felt this way, shouldn't it have? Alucard's hands pressed against the small of the young man's back and pressed him even closer, and the kiss lingered on for moments, until finally, Alucard pulled away, grinning with pride-as usual. He could feel the amethyst gaze upon him once more, boring into him, asking him for an answer. Well, the young man had come all this way, he deserved more than one word.

“You have everything in front of you, yet you still ask me why?” the Vampire queried. “Maybe you are a fool...” he purred, and kissed Aya once more.

 

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And so you see, Aya didn't leave Kritiker or Weiss, and Alucard didn't leave Hellsing. And yet, they will still be together. X3~ Doesn't that make you all happy?

 

Now, onward to the reviews!:

 

Red-on-Black: That really touches us, that our fic lifts your spirits when you are down. It's so unfortunate that there won't be anymore chapters to help do that after this one. I did want Aya-Chan to wake up, so it could somewhat resemble the end of Kapitel in the fact that she wasn't just left in a coma. And I used medical knowledge that says there is NO WAY Aya-Chan could have just stood up and started prancing around after waking up from a coma. >.>; That kind of irked me a little about Kapitel, but I fixed it. XD Oh yeah, they had Vampire sex in the cathedral. It was inevitable. I mean, two Vampires, totally in love and hot for each other. And all that blood from the ritual. It was asking for it. God forbid if Anderson had popped into the church to say one last thing to Alucard. Though that would have been quite amusing. And I thought it was time for Aya to give himself fully to Alucard, in all aspects of that. ^^ And it turned out to be quite the experience for him. We love that you stayed around till the very end of this fanfiction! ^_^ Thank you for being one of our great fans.

 

Mikko: I could never kill off my beautiful Aya! Are you crazy?! Though… I did make it seem that way, and I did consider it - just to be an evil bitch. But as it is, Sadako would have killed me too. X.x I didn't go into detail about how Aya was returned to normal, but here it is in a nutshell. To remove the FREAK chip from a normal person would be, in essence, fatal - because they're all wound up in the blood stream, and junk like that. But because Aya is immortal, removing the FREAK chips from him would be a mere operation, and he would survive because of said immortality. We thought that through before I went turning our dear redhead into a Vampire. Wasn't it lovely, how much blood there was? I mean, seriously. XD To me it was just the best thing ever. And yes, Aya-Chan did wake up. As I told Red-on-Black, I wanted to at least make that match Kapitel's ending, but I wanted to do it from a medical standpoint too, since Weiss Kreuz Kapitel is retarded when it comes to the subject of atrophy. We're glad you stuck with us until the end too! Another of our great fans. ^___^

 

Here's the good-bye speech, that I know no one wants to read. But it must be done! I was such an emotional wreck when we wrote this last chapter. I was all “OHMYGOD, THIS IS THE END OF BMB. WHY!?!?” But we couldn't let it go on forever, and we could just stop writing so that it would never end - because that wouldn't have been fair to our fans. And I have a bad habit of not finishing stories, but this was one that we did bring to a close. The end of BMB was truly one of the more sad days of my life.

 

Of course, I couldn't let AxA die just like that. Never. Because Alucard and Aya are too sexy together to just leave them alone. So here's what happened. I asked Sadako to co-write two one-shot fics about AxA. Which I'll be uploading onto my MM.org account. So be expecting two more AxA stories under the username KayMaxwell, if you want to read them. There's a warning for them. Because we wrote 300+ pages of Alucard and Aya being completely in character, we wanted to write them OOC too. Which is what these one-shots do, so they are OOCed in them. ^^; But they are still enjoyable.

 

We REALLY loved having you all read Beyond Mortal Blood. We never expected as many page hits as we got. And we never expected how many reviews we got. You all helped make AlucardxAya be a possibility, and we thank you for that. Without your encouragement, and enthusiasm, we may never have had the will to finish this. Thank you all for being our faithful readers, and thank you for the criticism and compliments. WE LOVE YOU FOREVER! <3 <3 <3

 

Bai-bai, AxA fans. ^^