So, a new fic... I have no idea which category to put this in, as I consider crossovers being set in the characters worlds, and not reality, so I've posted it in Kuroshitsuji, Blue Exorcist AND Hellsing... Please don't kill me for it fanfiction... Pretty please? Anyway, I draw loads of manga characters and put the pictures up on my walls, so one day I had a thought, what if I pulled them out of their pictures and turned it into a fanfiction XD so here it is... Let me know what you think.
I do not own any recognisable characters from Black Butler, Hellsing or Blue Exorcist. But I do own myself and my terrible humour.
Enjoy!
I don't think you've ever... No, lets start again. I know you've had one of those day where the world and life just piss all over you without the courtesy to even call it rain. What I can say is - you've never had one of the days quite like I have. I woke up one morning after an amazing day of fangirling and shopping to support said fangirling until I couldn't hold any more - my arms breaking under the weight of my mangas, animes and figurines that were to decorate my secluded little fan cave I.e. my room. I hoped that the one little mishap that could ruin my life was only a mistake; hoping that it was all just one big, awful dream (or nightmare.) I say now, as you read, that this may be some of your most amazing wishes come true and I would have thought so at first too but now that I've lived with it for long enough, which in my mind, was a week - even though the freshness never wears off - I want this problem of mine gone.
What's my problem, you ask? Well, I'm going to be completely honest with you. I could have been infuriating, but I decided against it,after all, that would be completely unfair... Alright, I'm sorry, I'll stop. My problem is two male Shinigamis - one is debatable - an omnipresent German neko boy, a mute German werewolf, a stuck up nineteenth century nobleman, three sons of Satan, a French mercenary cyclops, two demon butlers, a crazy Romanian vampire, his rather large breasted fledgling, his cast iron bitch master, their 'angel of death' butler and a partridge in a pear tree. See what I mean? Some of you may be cleaning up nosebleeds now, or alternatively vomit. I definitely fit into the first category in the beginning, now I'm kind of halfway.
At this moment in time, one week on since I had met all of my new 'friends' I was waking up to a now familiar routine. Schrödinger, the neko, was curled up against my back, his claws occasionally unsheathing against my back as he purred quietly in sleep. There was a huge, small-horse sized snowy werewolf curled up on my other side, snoring lightly, his black nose pressed against my cheek. At the bottom of the bed, Alucard slept in his Baskerville form, a huge black mutt with eight glowing red eyes - all of which were shut at the moment- his body curled around my feet so that his rough fur tickled my soles and toes. Ciel Phantomhive was curled up on a mattress on my floor, having put away his nobleman values to curl up with Rin Okumura. They made a cute pair and I already had them as the wallpaper on my phone. Mephisto Pheles was perched on a huge bean bag chair in the corner, watching over everyone else in the room. As I turned my head to him, he smiled at me, those darkly circled eyes gazing at me in both wonder and amusement. He had asked me numerous times why I had been so kind as to take them all into my home, to care for them all whilst we found a way to send them back, I had shrugged every time. His brother Amaimon was on the floor next to him, curled into a little bundle sleeping.
Knowing the two butlers, Sebastian Michaelis and Claude Faustus were likely preparing all of our meals for the next day, hand washing everything - they didn't know how to and refused to learn to work the washing machine. They insisted on a large basin with a corrugated metal slab... Then they scrubbed. On the upside? I never had to do dishes or anything anymore, the two demons did it. Downside, they often fought over the most menial of tasks, sometimes drawing blood and taking it so far that I had ordered them both on their knees to pick up every last feather and dust every spider web that they had left in their true forms. I was lucky today that they learned their lessons fairly quickly and either cleaned up before I got there, or simply just traded glares and insults when my back was turned.
Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was a proud woman who made the most rebellious teenager - even my introverted self - cower in the corner by her mere presence. She was beautiful and could be a softy at heart, if you fed her ice cream (don't let her know I told you, she'd set Alucard on me.) she preferred strawberry and would often accompany me to the shops to pick up her favourite. Otherwise, I was glad to have her, because I don't think I could have controlled Alucard myself even if I shot him multiple times. We often had long discussions about this decade, as Hellsing was based in the 1990's so she thirsted for the knowledge of being pulled into this time that was not so far ahead of hers. Ciel was worse, having been brought two centuries ahead. I found both to be delightful company and we had spent long hours playing chess after they had taught me.
Walter C Dornez, butler to the Hellsing leader, was off doing goodness knows what. All I do know was that he was collaborating with the two demons, planning something. What something, I would never know. He was a kind old man who had stuffed me with enough tea that I would never wish it upon anyone and considering how sugary I liked mine, my teeth were probably crying out for mercy. More than once had I played cards with him though, and he proved to be a good sport who was more than happy to have a laugh. He even liked my mother, a hard feat for such a short tempered woman. The final members of Hellsing were out on a date right now, but I didn't know where. Seras Victoria and Pip Bernadotte were my best friends from everyone who had fallen out of my pictures, but I'll explain that later, for now, I'm still introducing them. Pip, the one-eyed French, chain smoking mercenary was instantly my friend. He was fun, and mostly immature, but he could also be a hell of a gambler and was incredibly reckless. Seras was sweet, like a kitten, but could pull her claws on you at any moment. She hid her true intelligence behind a somewhat blonde façade that had nobody fooled. When she had first met me, scared as she was of this new world, she had hugged me and almost smothered me with her...cleavage. Being a teenage girl myself, I do have a chest, although, if I were ever drowning, I know who to call as a buoyancy aid.
Now for my last two, the far most troublesome of the lot other than cute little 'I am everyvhere unt novhere' Schrödinger. Grell Sutcliff and Undertaker. Grell, who was by far favourite character in the Black Butler manga was more than a little difficult to deal with in real life. He was my womanly buddy and spent hours going through my wardrobes and drawers trying everything on that was in some shade of crimson and I'll need extensive therapy for when he tried to wear a lace thong. For a 'woman' he was rather gifted in the men's department. Due to his untrustworthiness, I had taken his chainsaw and discreetly asked Sebastian to hide it, lest he wreck my house with the blasted thing. Other than that, he let me sit and brush out his stunning vermillion hair, which was amazing for us both. My shoulder length curly (read: frizzy) bronze hair just wouldn't compare. Undertaker, last but not least, was my other favourite friend. We - meaning Grell and I - had smuggled a coffin from the local funeral parlour and had customised it for him, which was then moved into the basement for him. He enjoyed that immensely and cackled for hours when he found out what I had done, he even let me wear his hat, which made me squeal like a little pig.
Drawing back from my thoughts, I once again glanced around my room, staring at each body and wondering what they thought of this strange situation that they had all been muddled into with me. When I had met Mephistos eyes again, noticing how he cocked his head, the curl bouncing as he did so, I turned away to sleep. On the wall that my bed was pressed against was covered with sheets of paper, some of which were filled with manga drawings of characters, inked and finished - my pride and joys. Others were just plain blank sheets of paper, but you can probably guess why. For those of you can't, I should probably start from the beginning. It all started on a Friday night when I was preparing for Scotland's Comic Con...
Please let me know what you think people, so I know whether to continue this, ask me to add characters and I'll think about it :3 depending on the reception I get I will either continue or delete this fic, and I really don't want to :( but... READ AND REVIEW FOLKS, I'LL BE WAITING ;)
