Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter 35 ( Chapter 35 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter thirty-five: Enter Michael Nightlord; Krusnik 0

 

 

 

 

 

The next morning:

 

The silver haired woman stirred awake to find a tall effeminate looking at her with big bubbly, jade green, eyes.

 

“What the fuck?” she uttered groggily.

 

“KATIYA!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL NEICE IT'S BEEN AGES!!!” the transvestite squealed before throwing himself on her and kissing her all over the face; like a crazed-nostalgic aunt.

 

“SKYE?!” the youth screamed as she smacked him away a rubbed the cherry-red lipstick marks from her face vigorously, “I-I THOUGHT THAT YOUR AIR SHIP DIDN'T ARRIVE UNTIL 9:00 TONIGHT!” she stammered breathlessly.

 

Her uncle flipped his braided hair over his shoulder and drifted over to her dirty cloths basket and lifted up a pair of lacy black thongs off the top of the pile and held it up with owlish fixation, “goodness you're already old enough to wear these?!” he gasped; ignoring her earlier remark.

 

Kati gasped and leaped out of the bed before snatching back her thongs, “don't touch that TRANSVESTITE!” she snapped in anger.

 

“Huh?! That's so mean!” her maternal uncle cried like a mellow dramatic fool before falling to his knees in despair, “I can't help the way that I am!” he cried stupidly.

 

His niece sighed in frustration, “damn queer fool,” she mumbled under her breath.

Skye sniffled before noticing something hanging out of Katiya's cloths trunk at the corner of his eye.

 

“So does my father know that you're here?” she asked.

 

“Huh…of course why I gave him a nice great big kiss on the lips when I seen him talking to Zilla…OH! I mean Syair,” he replied with a girdled chuckle before taking a breath, “but after I kissed him…he got all flushed and told me that he forgot to brush his teeth that morning and walked off.”

 

The silver haired woman sighed, “I wonder why?”

 

“Hey what's this…? This looks SOOOO CUTE!!!” Her uncle Skye remarked as he held up a set of nipple weights in the form of miniature handcuffs.

 

Abel's daughter gave him an owlish look; “those are pinkie hand cuffs…” she lied to him sheepishly, “now where is my father?” the youth added.

 

Michael (Skye) shrugged as he cuffed one of his pinkie fingers' with the nipple weights and laughed gaily as he twirled it on his finger.

 

“Christ…” Katiya sighed in futile.

 

“I have no idea where Abel went,” He told her as he looked at the mini-handcuffs with a childlike fixation.

 

Katiya sighed once again, “damn fool.”

 

Meanwhile at the musician bar where Hannah worked:

 

 

Hannah splashed water onto the flowers in the bar window merrily before turning to the pigeons and tossing them some stale bread crumbs. Just then the youth noticed Father Nightroad standing about a yard away from her with a longing expression.

 

“Oh! Hello Abel!” she laughed, “I'll be on my lunch break soon. Would you like to go to a café with me?” the fifteen year old (looking) woman asked sweetly.

The silver haired man moved toward her majestically with his long, tied-back, silver trestles flowing in the morning breeze, “Good morning Hannah,” he told her as he stopped before her, “how was the inn keeper yesterday?” he asked.

 

The red head took a breath, “she was fine. I left her be after she fell asleep about an hour after you left to see our daughter.”

 

A small smile crossed the priest's face. But just then without warning Hannah bounded up and embraced him lovingly. Abel returned the hug fully and without hesitance, “how has your day been?”

 

His girlfriend looked at him with starry-eyes, “it's been going good so far and how was your day? Did you talk with Asenath?” she asked sweetly.

 

He nodded, “yes I did and I think that we'll be on a better footing from now on.”

 

A big grin of joy crossed Hannah's youthful and bright features, “wonderful!”

 

Their lips came together in a gentle kiss before the red haired girl leaned into her lover's grasp with a dreamy sigh.

 

“So…when does your lunch break start?” Father Abel asked soothingly.

 

Hannah glanced at the tower clock over head, “right now. Let me tell Boris, my boss, that I'm going out to eat with you.”

 

“Alright,” The man replied solemnly.

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

 

“Oh! Hello Syair! It's good to see you,” Esther smiled when she entered Talitha's room to check her inflictions and the healing process of her sprained ankle.

 

Cain's daughter smiled, “good morning Sister Esther. Oh have you had the privilege inn meeting mine and Katiya's maternal uncle yet?” she asked.

 

“Huh? N-no I haven't. Do you know where he may be?”

 

“He's probably off finding Katiya. After all she's the daughter of his favorite sister, Hannah,” Syair told her with a small yawn, “But I guess that it's understandable my mother, Anna, was a little bit arrogant…well from what I heard years ago before she was poisoned by my…father….and fell into a coma.”

 

The nun frowned with empathy, “that's horrible!”

 

The black haired woman shrugged, “it doesn't matter anyways. Neither one of my parents' really cared about me so good riddance.”

 

Esther sighed sadly, “but still that's horrible.”

 

Meanwhile on the streets of Rome:

 

 

“Oh Abel look!” the red haired youth smiled as she pointed at a litter of Pomeranian puppies, playing, in the display window of a local pet shop, “Aren't they adorable?” she cooed softly.

 

Her boyfriend nodded as they continued toward a local café.

 

Five minuets later:

 

Abel and Hannah placed themselves at an outdoor table in the café area and waited to be served.

Hannah opened a menu and perused through it. Abel crackled his knuckles as he relaxed in his chair. Just then a, rather young, couple approached them out of the blue.

 

The red head looked at them with a cheery smile, “good day may we help you with something?” she asked.

 

“Ewwh, you're dating a pedophile,” the woman spat as she took a malicious glace at the priest and then back at Hannah.

 

“Wha'?!” Abel gasped in quandary, “I'm not a pedophile how in the world would you come up with something like that?!”

 

“We noticed you with that young girl!” the man spat at Father Nightroad, “you're disgusting!”

 

“What on…” Abel was cut off by Hannah's defensive remark, “how on Earth is he a pedophile?! He's only two years older than me! Now go and pick on somebody else or keep to your own business!” Hannah snapped at the couple bitterly, “I may look about fifteen years old but I guarantee you that I'm MUCH older!”

 

The couple glared before walking off.

 

“What on Earth provoked that…I wonder?” Abel thought out loud.

 

“Don't worry about it love. Some people are just born to be busy bodies I guess,” his young love replied with a small and lowly sigh.

 

Just then a waitress approached them, “sorry for keeping you waiting. Do you know what you'd like to order?' she asked them kindly.

 

The silver haired man took a small breath before giving the waitress a forgiving smile, “Yes. I would like to order a cup of tea with fourteen sugars please,” he told her.

 

The waitress gave him an owlish look, “did you say fourteen sugars sir?”

 

He nodded solemnly; being used to having this question asked to him when ever he went to a tea house.

 

“Uh…o-ok,” the waitress replied before marking that on her notepad, “and what about you miss?”

 

“I'll have the same but with ten sugars,” Hannah replied before adding, “oh and one turkey sandwich on a croissant roll please.”

 

“Um…alright I'll be out with your food shortly,” the woman told them before walking off with a look of disbelief.

 

The girl laughed before Father Abel placed his hand upon hers and looked at her lovingly, “I guess that I decided to visit you at the right time. It's been ages since we've had a real date,” he told her.

 

“Yeah…the last time that we went on a date was when we were on Mars,” she told him with a girlish giggle.

 

The priest stroked her hand with is thumb, “I love you,” the man whispered under his breath and with a small pinkish blush across his cheeks.

 

She gave him a gently look, “I love you too.”

 

They leaned over the table and kissed briefly before sitting back and waiting for their food to be served.

 

Meanwhile:

“Hey Katiya let's go cloths shopping!” Katiya's maternal uncle suggested with excitement, “this morning I saw this gorgeous dress in a display window at a women's cloths store while Syair was bringing me here and I MUST GO BACK AND BUY IT!”

 

His niece sweat dropped, “uh…alright,” she replied.

 

Michael (Skye) turned to her happily, “R-REALLY?!” he laughed before embracing her lovingly, “You're the best niece EVER!”

 

“OK! BACK OFF I'M ALLERGIC TO AFFECTION!” the silver haired girl cried as she shoved him back and straightened herself out.

 

The transvestite frown, “why couldn't you of been more like your mother? Hannah LOVED to give and get hugs,” he uttered sadly before falling back into the mellow dramatics, “Oh HANNAH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?!” Skye sobbed hysterically.

 

Abel's daughter became tense in agitation, “SHUT THE HELL UP!” she snapped bitterly, “Are we going shopping or not?!”

 

The man wiped the tears from his cheeks and straightened up, “Oh yes-yes we are!” he remarked before following her out of the room.

 

(To be continued in chapter thirty-six)