Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Retribution ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: flowers 
Chapter 3
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Three
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Seras walked to the couch and picked up Integra’s jacket. She wouldn’t be putting it in the wash. The material wasn’t Seras’s usual everyday wash and wear style. She glanced at the bathroom door and listened for a moment, the shower was still running.
With a big grin she slipped it on. Boy, if the guys could see her now, she made a quick note to not breathe a word of her childishness; Integra wouldn’t be pleased. She walked to the hall mirror and looked at herself.
Thankfully the old mirror/vampire myth was false. She worried about it on the first night of her undead life and her fears were quickly put to rest. She turned a couple of times, giggling at her image and tried to button the jacket. Integra was wider in the shoulders but the bust was a little too tight.
“These humongous things…” she huffed trying to force the first button. Little to Integra’s knowledge, everything looked tight on Seras at times because of her breasts. The shower shut off and she quickly leapt to the couch and placed the coat on the back of it.
She laughed at herself, hopefully her playful nature wouldn’t come out in front of Integra. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to let her hair down around her commander at all. After a few moments the bathroom door swung open and Integra stepped out with her hair in a towel. Seras jumped up and pointed to the small vanity.
“I have a hairdryer,” Seras said. Integra regarded her per usual, acting as if she were ignoring her.
“I don’t want to tell the world we’re here, do you?” Integra answered while walking over the couch and sitting down. Seras smiled, even at the sharp remark, Integra looked very out of place in purple pajamas.
Integra lit another cigar and Seras took the cue to bring her the ashtray. She bent down and placed it on the coffee table Integra watched her condescendingly. “Why do you insist on wearing the least amount of clothing possible?” she said in bored tone while pulling from her cigar.
“Not this topic again… I guess I just feel comfortable, besides, I’m in my own home, I like to feel cosy,” Seras answered and sat adjacent to Integra. Being startled by the close proximity Integra sat up and leaned to the far side. Seras instinctively moved further to the other side. ‘Boy, she has some issues,’ Seras thought to herself.
“But if you prefer I can…”
“That won’t be necessary, by all means, feel comfortable in your ‘home’,“ Integra interrupted then nodded toward the bathroom. “I put my clothing in the hamper, wash them on delicate with cold water and be sure to sort,” she continued in a firm detached tone. Seras nodded and stood to walk into the bathroom. “I’ll just assume that I’m sleeping there tonight,” Integra finished and motioned toward the bedroom. Seras turned and smiled.
“Yes, I won’t be sleeping until dawn so I guess I’ll keep watch,” Seras said then busied herself with gathering the clothes in the hamper and heading for the small washroom beyond the kitchen. Integra was already in the bedroom, pulling back the sheets.
Seras smirked to herself. ‘Bodyguard and laundry lady, what else is in this job description?’ She thought as she tossed the items into the wash. “Ha, I guess when it comes to boxers or briefs Integra is briefs all the way,” She chuckled quietly to herself as she tossed the white underwear in. She paused to look at the bra. Funny, she could almost imagine Integra not wearing one.
She suddenly wished her own breasts were a more concealable size. Life was a bit hard when soldiers talked at your chest more than your face. She smiled at the intimate contact she was having with her commander’s more personal side of life and tossed the bra in to commence the wash.
When she walked back to the sitting room she could see the faint outline of Integra in her bedroom, seated on the bed brushing her hair. The way she brushed her hair in deliberate strokes reflected on how she treated everything from what Seras could see of her daily interaction.
She suddenly felt sorry for her. Integra’s childhood couldn’t have been that happy. Maybe she had never had a social life or a friend for that matter as a child. Seras found it hard to imagine not having her friends, school, and sleepovers as a child. Treating everything as duty or responsibility couldn’t possibly be enjoyable or healthy. She crept up to the door and knocked softly on the frame. Integra’s head snapped in her direction in a coy manner.
“Yes?” she spat and put the brush in her lap. She detested using someone’s personal items on herself but this could barely be helped. She hadn’t brushed her teeth, but not brushing her hair was out of the question. Seras suddenly bounded into the room and bent to smile at her, this behaviour was very unexpected and Integra found herself leaning back on her arms to escape the close proximity.
“Could I brush your hair for you? It might help you relax,” Seras said in bubbly voice. Integra looked like she’d seen a corpse, and in her mind she had, an insane undead one.
“Have you lost what sanity you had? Do I have to remind you every five minutes this is not a holiday? And did I give you permission to come in?” She huffed in deep tone. Seras looked crestfallen and stepped back.
“I’m sorry Sir, I just want… to make you feel at ease, I guess it’s not working,” she said in a small voice absently scratching her head. Integra almost felt regret.
“Apology accepted, you will make me feel at ease by acting your age, not to mention treating me with the respect due to your commander,” Integra replied. Seras balanced on one foot nervously.
“I didn’t mean any disrespect Sir, I just wanted to be friendly,” she continued and looked out to the living room, where she would soon be making her escape to. The whole idea was stupid but seeing someone so estranged from the normal world (even more than she) made her act on emotion rather than sense.
“Friendly? You have lost your mind! You are a subordinate Seras, act like one,” Integra growled barely finding the words to say. Seras nodded and walked out quickly Integra could see her fall back on the couch with a huge sigh.
This was a strange situation indeed. Apart from a couple of servants and Walter, Integra hadn’t even considered having a friend her whole life. And certainly no one had done anything towards her out of being ‘friendly’; at least in that ridiculous way Seras had exhibited. Maybe somewhere in Seras’s strange mind she thought of this as duty. Integra frowned at the thought; no she must have an ulterior motive.
Having friends would prove to be a hidden weakness, her father had taught her this with the ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ lesson. He never kept her from having contact with anyone, but for fear of disapproval she didn’t chance it, and after her father’s death, she believed his words for the truth. And through the years, she found that many people feigned affection for their own gain.
To have someone close was to have weakness. Hell, even people she didn’t know from the next stranger off the street she felt responsible for, thinking back on all the soldiers lost to the Valentine brother’s raid and attack on the tower. They were her responsibility however, and somehow, she regretted the fact she hadn’t known each one personally.
Alucard was a different situation completely, yes he was a noble servant, even for an undead, but she would never fully trust him. She would trust him with her organization and even her life, but it there was something always under the surface with him, an ulterior motive. She could never trust anyone completely.
And now, sitting in this fledgling girl’s house, on her bed, she couldn’t make heads nor tails of Seras. She seemed to be open as a book, and her actions appeared heartfelt for the most part.
The pity on her face had angered Integra when she had stated she was only trying to be friendly. It was also intriguing nonetheless; she had never been pitied much in her life. Pity wasn’t an undead characteristic. She almost laughed. The eternal vampire with the human spirit, this thought suddenly turned to pity for Seras.
Seeing that the couch was left to her, Seras stretched her legs across. She was feeling tired and weak, but sleep wouldn’t come until hours had passed. Lack of blood was going to weaken her substantially if this order wasn’t finished within the next day. She could hold out, there was no choice. She’d gone longer before, but gradual deprivation was wearing heavily on her control.
“Seras,” Integra called from the bedroom. What could it be now? She pushed herself off the couch in a tired motion and plodded in her sock feet to the door.
“Yes Sir?”
“Please bring my weapon to me,” Integra ordered, Seras turned and picked the pistol up from the small table and entered the bedroom. Integra was already in bed, sitting up with her hands in her lap. Her glasses were lying on the nightstand. Seras noticed how very big and brilliant her commander’s eyes were when lacking the lenses. She handed the weapon to Integra and turned to leave.
“Seras, be sure to have your own weapon at the ready… and don’t dry my dress clothes, put them on hanger fresh from the wash to keep from wrinkling,” Integra snapped at her retreating form. Seras turned and nodded then left the room.
Back in the living room she reflected on the nights’ events. This had to be the strangest predicament this job had placed her in yet. Playing personal servant for an aristocratic lady in knight’s clothing. “Speaking of clothing…” she said to herself as she left to check the wash. It was done.
Hanging the shirt and pants she threw the socks and underwear into the dryer. She decided she would request overtime pay for this one and chuckled to herself. She walked back to living room and could hear the faint sounds of Integra’s snore. It was a deceivingly ladylike snore for one so brash and androgynous.
What an enigma, she mused for a while about what would lead a woman to dress and act as if she were a man. It must be the responsibility of heading an organization that, for all extensive purposes, was expected to be lead by a man.
Being the heir to such a noble and weighty position probably demanded she act the way she does. Not to mention the fact she belonged to the royal order of the Knights. Yet it seemed she not only dressed but also acted the part. She wondered if Integra ever longed for a freer life, to be, simply, a woman. Maybe as the hours passed, some of the ‘real’ Integra would come out.
“Yeah, don’t hold your breath Seras, you’re not getting off that easy,” She said to herself with a mocking grin. What? Did she expect to bring Integra here and find the long lost friend she always knew she would be? She laughed out loud this time. Lack of female comrades had apparently gone to her brain. Maybe she should take a page out of Integra’s book on how to act.
Seras stood and walked over to the chair in the kitchen where her coat hung and removed her weapon. Now that her missions were usually on the ‘covert’ side of things, Walter had a custom handgun constructed for her. It was a .41 magnum, patterned after the Coonan make but very apparently a Hellsing manufactured piece. Along the blued finish curled it’s beautiful scripted name, ‘Harbinger’.
Yes, it was fitting for such a massive handgun. Not quiet as massive as her master’s but it weighed out at a good seven kilos. Yet it was light as a feather for her and the rounds were just as deadly, black talon tipped and housing a lethal dose of quick silver. She was very proud.
She had always found weapons fascinating and beautiful in their own right. She laid it down on the coffee table and sat, beginning to plan ahead for the situation. She would need to get something for Integra to eat. Leaving her sleeping for a quick walk to the corner shop wasn’t an option though. When Integra woke, they could discuss this. Besides, she hadn’t a clue what the reclusive woman even liked.
The dryer buzzer sounded and she shot up in an instant, weapon in hand. Blowing a huge sigh through her bangs, she returned the gun to its resting place and headed for the laundry room. She could hear a rustle and the click of a handgun’s slide. She turned with inhuman speed and grabbed the perpetrator.
“Let go of me you crazed animal!” Seras hear a muffled voice gasp. She quickly released Integra and stepped back.
“Oh my goodness, what are you doing out of bed!” Seras said in an exasperated voice.
“There was some blasted noise and I couldn’t find you anywhere.” Integra spat and turned to seat herself in the armchair, adjusting her clothes along the way, Seras had busted a few buttons in her tight grasp.
“I’m so sorry, I forgot to turn the buzzer off on the dryer,” Seras huffed, hoping she hadn’t hurt her commander with the force she’d slammed into her with. She grabbed the ashtray as Integra lit up another cigar and rushed to the couch. Apart from a red mark that had been Seras’s hand across her face, she seemed all there.
A wave of relief rushed over her. Sometimes she didn’t know her new strength.
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A/N: Okay, not much action but the next chapter will make up for it, the following chapters from there will be very action based. To address the underwear scene: It was a joke! Seras and Integra both wear underwear in my story at least, it was a lost attempt at humour on Seras’s side.
Thank you!
flowers
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Seras walked to the couch and picked up Integra’s jacket. She wouldn’t be putting it in the wash. The material wasn’t Seras’s usual everyday wash and wear style. She glanced at the bathroom door and listened for a moment, the shower was still running.
With a big grin she slipped it on. Boy, if the guys could see her now, she made a quick note to not breathe a word of her childishness; Integra wouldn’t be pleased. She walked to the hall mirror and looked at herself.
Thankfully the old mirror/vampire myth was false. She worried about it on the first night of her undead life and her fears were quickly put to rest. She turned a couple of times, giggling at her image and tried to button the jacket. Integra was wider in the shoulders but the bust was a little too tight.
“These humongous things…” she huffed trying to force the first button. Little to Integra’s knowledge, everything looked tight on Seras at times because of her breasts. The shower shut off and she quickly leapt to the couch and placed the coat on the back of it.
She laughed at herself, hopefully her playful nature wouldn’t come out in front of Integra. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to let her hair down around her commander at all. After a few moments the bathroom door swung open and Integra stepped out with her hair in a towel. Seras jumped up and pointed to the small vanity.
“I have a hairdryer,” Seras said. Integra regarded her per usual, acting as if she were ignoring her.
“I don’t want to tell the world we’re here, do you?” Integra answered while walking over the couch and sitting down. Seras smiled, even at the sharp remark, Integra looked very out of place in purple pajamas.
Integra lit another cigar and Seras took the cue to bring her the ashtray. She bent down and placed it on the coffee table Integra watched her condescendingly. “Why do you insist on wearing the least amount of clothing possible?” she said in bored tone while pulling from her cigar.
“Not this topic again… I guess I just feel comfortable, besides, I’m in my own home, I like to feel cosy,” Seras answered and sat adjacent to Integra. Being startled by the close proximity Integra sat up and leaned to the far side. Seras instinctively moved further to the other side. ‘Boy, she has some issues,’ Seras thought to herself.
“But if you prefer I can…”
“That won’t be necessary, by all means, feel comfortable in your ‘home’,“ Integra interrupted then nodded toward the bathroom. “I put my clothing in the hamper, wash them on delicate with cold water and be sure to sort,” she continued in a firm detached tone. Seras nodded and stood to walk into the bathroom. “I’ll just assume that I’m sleeping there tonight,” Integra finished and motioned toward the bedroom. Seras turned and smiled.
“Yes, I won’t be sleeping until dawn so I guess I’ll keep watch,” Seras said then busied herself with gathering the clothes in the hamper and heading for the small washroom beyond the kitchen. Integra was already in the bedroom, pulling back the sheets.
Seras smirked to herself. ‘Bodyguard and laundry lady, what else is in this job description?’ She thought as she tossed the items into the wash. “Ha, I guess when it comes to boxers or briefs Integra is briefs all the way,” She chuckled quietly to herself as she tossed the white underwear in. She paused to look at the bra. Funny, she could almost imagine Integra not wearing one.
She suddenly wished her own breasts were a more concealable size. Life was a bit hard when soldiers talked at your chest more than your face. She smiled at the intimate contact she was having with her commander’s more personal side of life and tossed the bra in to commence the wash.
When she walked back to the sitting room she could see the faint outline of Integra in her bedroom, seated on the bed brushing her hair. The way she brushed her hair in deliberate strokes reflected on how she treated everything from what Seras could see of her daily interaction.
She suddenly felt sorry for her. Integra’s childhood couldn’t have been that happy. Maybe she had never had a social life or a friend for that matter as a child. Seras found it hard to imagine not having her friends, school, and sleepovers as a child. Treating everything as duty or responsibility couldn’t possibly be enjoyable or healthy. She crept up to the door and knocked softly on the frame. Integra’s head snapped in her direction in a coy manner.
“Yes?” she spat and put the brush in her lap. She detested using someone’s personal items on herself but this could barely be helped. She hadn’t brushed her teeth, but not brushing her hair was out of the question. Seras suddenly bounded into the room and bent to smile at her, this behaviour was very unexpected and Integra found herself leaning back on her arms to escape the close proximity.
“Could I brush your hair for you? It might help you relax,” Seras said in bubbly voice. Integra looked like she’d seen a corpse, and in her mind she had, an insane undead one.
“Have you lost what sanity you had? Do I have to remind you every five minutes this is not a holiday? And did I give you permission to come in?” She huffed in deep tone. Seras looked crestfallen and stepped back.
“I’m sorry Sir, I just want… to make you feel at ease, I guess it’s not working,” she said in a small voice absently scratching her head. Integra almost felt regret.
“Apology accepted, you will make me feel at ease by acting your age, not to mention treating me with the respect due to your commander,” Integra replied. Seras balanced on one foot nervously.
“I didn’t mean any disrespect Sir, I just wanted to be friendly,” she continued and looked out to the living room, where she would soon be making her escape to. The whole idea was stupid but seeing someone so estranged from the normal world (even more than she) made her act on emotion rather than sense.
“Friendly? You have lost your mind! You are a subordinate Seras, act like one,” Integra growled barely finding the words to say. Seras nodded and walked out quickly Integra could see her fall back on the couch with a huge sigh.
This was a strange situation indeed. Apart from a couple of servants and Walter, Integra hadn’t even considered having a friend her whole life. And certainly no one had done anything towards her out of being ‘friendly’; at least in that ridiculous way Seras had exhibited. Maybe somewhere in Seras’s strange mind she thought of this as duty. Integra frowned at the thought; no she must have an ulterior motive.
Having friends would prove to be a hidden weakness, her father had taught her this with the ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ lesson. He never kept her from having contact with anyone, but for fear of disapproval she didn’t chance it, and after her father’s death, she believed his words for the truth. And through the years, she found that many people feigned affection for their own gain.
To have someone close was to have weakness. Hell, even people she didn’t know from the next stranger off the street she felt responsible for, thinking back on all the soldiers lost to the Valentine brother’s raid and attack on the tower. They were her responsibility however, and somehow, she regretted the fact she hadn’t known each one personally.
Alucard was a different situation completely, yes he was a noble servant, even for an undead, but she would never fully trust him. She would trust him with her organization and even her life, but it there was something always under the surface with him, an ulterior motive. She could never trust anyone completely.
And now, sitting in this fledgling girl’s house, on her bed, she couldn’t make heads nor tails of Seras. She seemed to be open as a book, and her actions appeared heartfelt for the most part.
The pity on her face had angered Integra when she had stated she was only trying to be friendly. It was also intriguing nonetheless; she had never been pitied much in her life. Pity wasn’t an undead characteristic. She almost laughed. The eternal vampire with the human spirit, this thought suddenly turned to pity for Seras.
Seeing that the couch was left to her, Seras stretched her legs across. She was feeling tired and weak, but sleep wouldn’t come until hours had passed. Lack of blood was going to weaken her substantially if this order wasn’t finished within the next day. She could hold out, there was no choice. She’d gone longer before, but gradual deprivation was wearing heavily on her control.
“Seras,” Integra called from the bedroom. What could it be now? She pushed herself off the couch in a tired motion and plodded in her sock feet to the door.
“Yes Sir?”
“Please bring my weapon to me,” Integra ordered, Seras turned and picked the pistol up from the small table and entered the bedroom. Integra was already in bed, sitting up with her hands in her lap. Her glasses were lying on the nightstand. Seras noticed how very big and brilliant her commander’s eyes were when lacking the lenses. She handed the weapon to Integra and turned to leave.
“Seras, be sure to have your own weapon at the ready… and don’t dry my dress clothes, put them on hanger fresh from the wash to keep from wrinkling,” Integra snapped at her retreating form. Seras turned and nodded then left the room.
Back in the living room she reflected on the nights’ events. This had to be the strangest predicament this job had placed her in yet. Playing personal servant for an aristocratic lady in knight’s clothing. “Speaking of clothing…” she said to herself as she left to check the wash. It was done.
Hanging the shirt and pants she threw the socks and underwear into the dryer. She decided she would request overtime pay for this one and chuckled to herself. She walked back to living room and could hear the faint sounds of Integra’s snore. It was a deceivingly ladylike snore for one so brash and androgynous.
What an enigma, she mused for a while about what would lead a woman to dress and act as if she were a man. It must be the responsibility of heading an organization that, for all extensive purposes, was expected to be lead by a man.
Being the heir to such a noble and weighty position probably demanded she act the way she does. Not to mention the fact she belonged to the royal order of the Knights. Yet it seemed she not only dressed but also acted the part. She wondered if Integra ever longed for a freer life, to be, simply, a woman. Maybe as the hours passed, some of the ‘real’ Integra would come out.
“Yeah, don’t hold your breath Seras, you’re not getting off that easy,” She said to herself with a mocking grin. What? Did she expect to bring Integra here and find the long lost friend she always knew she would be? She laughed out loud this time. Lack of female comrades had apparently gone to her brain. Maybe she should take a page out of Integra’s book on how to act.
Seras stood and walked over to the chair in the kitchen where her coat hung and removed her weapon. Now that her missions were usually on the ‘covert’ side of things, Walter had a custom handgun constructed for her. It was a .41 magnum, patterned after the Coonan make but very apparently a Hellsing manufactured piece. Along the blued finish curled it’s beautiful scripted name, ‘Harbinger’.
Yes, it was fitting for such a massive handgun. Not quiet as massive as her master’s but it weighed out at a good seven kilos. Yet it was light as a feather for her and the rounds were just as deadly, black talon tipped and housing a lethal dose of quick silver. She was very proud.
She had always found weapons fascinating and beautiful in their own right. She laid it down on the coffee table and sat, beginning to plan ahead for the situation. She would need to get something for Integra to eat. Leaving her sleeping for a quick walk to the corner shop wasn’t an option though. When Integra woke, they could discuss this. Besides, she hadn’t a clue what the reclusive woman even liked.
The dryer buzzer sounded and she shot up in an instant, weapon in hand. Blowing a huge sigh through her bangs, she returned the gun to its resting place and headed for the laundry room. She could hear a rustle and the click of a handgun’s slide. She turned with inhuman speed and grabbed the perpetrator.
“Let go of me you crazed animal!” Seras hear a muffled voice gasp. She quickly released Integra and stepped back.
“Oh my goodness, what are you doing out of bed!” Seras said in an exasperated voice.
“There was some blasted noise and I couldn’t find you anywhere.” Integra spat and turned to seat herself in the armchair, adjusting her clothes along the way, Seras had busted a few buttons in her tight grasp.
“I’m so sorry, I forgot to turn the buzzer off on the dryer,” Seras huffed, hoping she hadn’t hurt her commander with the force she’d slammed into her with. She grabbed the ashtray as Integra lit up another cigar and rushed to the couch. Apart from a red mark that had been Seras’s hand across her face, she seemed all there.
A wave of relief rushed over her. Sometimes she didn’t know her new strength.
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A/N: Okay, not much action but the next chapter will make up for it, the following chapters from there will be very action based. To address the underwear scene: It was a joke! Seras and Integra both wear underwear in my story at least, it was a lost attempt at humour on Seras’s side.
Thank you!
flowers
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