Some short drabbles that I got ideas for yesterday and wrote today.They are sort of meant to hint at a relationship, but it's quite subtle. Hopefully they are enjoyable! Don't forget to read and review!!
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Piano lessons were not one of Integra's favorite things. She sat quietly at the piano everyday at three and was to practice until tea time at four. Many a time Integra had attempted to get out of her piano lessons in excuses ranging from paper work to meetings that should be attended. Walter only sat her down and told her that a real English lady should know how to be artistic in ways other than the art of war.
Integra sat at the piano and played away. She wasn't bad, no, years of practice had sought to that, but she was bored and her key strokes were messy. She played Chopin with ease and Beethoven was not a problem for the fourteen- year- old girl. Integra paused and listened for signs of the Butler, turning on the bench to look.
"I don't hear playing!" Came his call from down the hallway.
Integra sighed her shoulders dropping noticeably as she did so. Integra saw nothing in knowing how to play a piano. She wouldn't be able to lullaby the enemy to death or even waltz him into a semi- false sense of security. No, the piano contributed nothing to the Hellsing Family. It would be burned when she was older. Integra turned back to the monochrome keys only to realize she was not alone on the bench.
Alucard had slipped in when she wasn't looking. Integra jumped at the sight of him and he only smirked.
"The Damper if you please, Master Integra," the vampire said as he set his gloved hands to the keys. Integra moved her foot to the pedal and held it for him. "I'll tell you when to let off."
Integra sat quietly as the vampire began a waltz. Something she didn't recognize. He was wearing his red coat, but his hat was missing. Left in the basement with his sunglasses no doubt. Integra watched as he played, his fingers gliding over the keys with such ease. She'd never seen him play, but did not doubt that he could play any instrument if he so desired. He nodded and she let off the pedal, but then he had her hold it again. This kept on for minutes until the vampire finally lifted his hands from the keys. The keys, despite the fact that they should have stopped when the player did, kept playing.
Integra watched with a hint of a smile and then looked at the smirking vampire next to her. He held his hand to her and stood, a looming figure above her. She took the gloved hand and climbed off the bench when he stood her on the tops of his boots and started the waltz with careful precision. The keys played endlessly and as far as Walter was concerned, Integra was getting better.