Note: This is the first fanfiction I've ever posted.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing.
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From under black bangs a pair of green eyes scanned the crowded street. No one noticed the eleven-year old boy watching them as they went about their daily tasks. He had been watching all day, waiting for the right people to come along.
He smiled. He had been waiting all day for this. A man holding boxes jumped out of the way as the boy suddenly sprinting from his shadows and down the street. An elderly lady shouted at the boy as he collided with a formally dressed gentleman. The man beside him chortled with silent laughter as his companion was knocked to the ground.
"I'm sorry, sir," the boy squeaked in his childish voice, "I'll watch where I'm going from now on". He stood and sprinted down the busy street, avoiding the disapproving glances of adults. These glances followed him to his hiding spot in a deserted moor. Catching his breath, he smiled to himself.
Clutched in his hand were the contents of the man's pocket. He looked at them. The man had been dressed so well and yet he barely had any money. The boy pocketed the small amount and looked overthe remainingill-gotten gains. There was a cigar (he pocketed it even though he didn't smoke cigars) and some strange wires that were attached to plain gold rings. He wondered how much money the rings would fetch.
There was commotion on the streets. He looked out from his hiding place and saw the companion of his victim was yelling. His victim was looking bashfully at the ground. This made the boy chuckle, but it also made him think.
What had been so important about the items he stole? The money wasn't near enough to buy a decent meal, the cigar might fetch some money but otherwise he doubted it was important. It must be the rings.
The boy slid them onto his fingers; they fit perfectly on his fingerless gloves. He turned his hand to looks at the rings from a different angle. The wires moved and he stared. Maybe the rings weren't important, perhaps the wires were. He entwined the wire around his finger.
"Damn, it was that damn kid!" he jumped at the sound of the voice. His finger was hurting; he freed his finger from the wire and looked at it. Somehow it started to bleed. He wondered about the wires and without thinking about the consequence he flicked his hand towards the brick wall behind him. Bricks crumbled as they touched the wires. Plaster clattered to the ground, inaudibly.
"Nice wires," he jumped at the sound of this new voice. A girl stepped out from the shadows. He wondered how he could have missed her. She had pallid, almost completely white skin that stood out against the shadows of the bricks behind her. Her hair was black, like his. Perfectly trimmed bangs fell just above her eyes and the rest of her hair cascaded down her back.
"Thanks," he answered discretely, but nevertheless in a friendly tone. He gave her a quick smile, before peering out into the street to see if the two men had gone yet. They were still standing on the street corner arguing.
"Do you know how to use them?" she asked, smoothing her tie. He turned back to the girl. She was wearing a white suit, though it looked gray in comparison with her skin. On her head she wore a circular furry white hat that he didn't think had been there a moment ago.
"I've had some practice," he lied, moving his fingers in a circular motion, watching as more bricks crumbled when colliding with the wires. She watched this with vague interest. He turned to look at the men. They were still arguing
"You're a liar," she accused in a casual tone. He turned to face her. She was smiling. "I saw you. You pick pocketed him-"
"This is none of your business," he snapped, looking back at the men. His victim looked like he was trying to explain everything using sign language. His companion didn't seem to be listening to him.
"That's where you're wrong," she said, leaning back on the wall, "It is my business because it's his business. Don't worry I won't tell on you, on one condition".
"You work for those two?"
"It's complicated," she said, shrugging off the question as if it wasn't important. "The only thing you need to know is I," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "don't like when dangerous weapons fall into the wrong hands" she finished with a smile.
She looked from her present company to the men. They had stopped arguing and were walking towards the deserted moor. As her gaze drifted to her companion she noted that he appeared nervous, though he hid it well.
"You rat, how dare-" the victim began, but he was cut of by his companion.
"Alucard, is this your doing?" the man asked, calmly. He had a friendly demeanor, but his tone of voice was strict. He was dressed in a business suit but he didn't look the part of a businessman. His blond hair stuck up on edge and his blue eyes shined with childish warmth.
"Yes and no," the girl answered. She gestured a hand towards her young companion, "Arthur," she looked from the blond to his companion, "Arthur's brother," her voice was dripping in venom as she glared at the victim of the robbery. "I present to you our new guinea pig".
"Guinea pig?" the boy asked taking a step back, "This is all a mistake. I'll give the wires back, I just wanted something to pawn off". The victim stared at the boy, his eyebrows curving to create a questioning look. Though him and the man called Arthur were brothers they had dissimilar hair color and eye color. The victim's hair was brown, as were his eyes.
"Alucard, why don't you get back to doing what you do best and keep out of our business," the victim scolded the girl. If looks could kill the girl would be lying on the floor before them, her gray suit soaked in blood and the victim's bodywould be slumping on the floor, his head lying in a pool of the girls blood.
"I would, but it isn't proper to do such a thing on the street," she answered, giving him a wink. The bystanders stared. The boy stared in confusion. Arthur stared in disgust.
"What have I told you about mentioning such things in public?" the victim snarled. The girl laughed in response.
"That was sufficiently awkward," Arthur said with a sigh. "Now can you two stop arguing so we can discus the matter at hand".
"What matter?" his brother asked.
"The matter of the kid," Arthur said, "Alucard sees some promise in him".
"And you trust that beast's judgment more than mine!"
"I do when you behave like an infant!" Arthur snapped. "Now, Alucard, why do you think he'd do well if he were to join?"
"He can handle the mono wire," the girl replied with a smirk, "Unlike some people," she cast a glance to Arthur's brother, who glared at her. "Plus, he's an orphan. No family to contend with".
"How did you know I'm an orphan," the boy asked.
"That's not important now," Arthur shrugged off the topic at hand, just like the girl had done before him. This made the young boy think. What were they trying to avoid telling him? "We have a proposition for you".
"What kind of proposition?" the boy asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll pay for your education and give you a place to stay," Arthur said, ignoring his brother who protested, "All you have to do in return is practice using those wires".
"What's the catch?"
"We'll tell you when the time comes," Arthur said nonchalantly, avoiding yet another topic. "All you have to do is focus on your studies. Do we have a deal?" the youth nodded. It made sense to do this, as he wasn't any better off continuing to live of the streets. "Than it's agreed. Follow us". He turned and began to walk, his company trailing behind him.
"By the way, kid, what's your name?" the girl asked her young companion.
"Walter".
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