A/n: Welcome to chapter 1! Different Child here, Silver Sailor Ganymede is my lovely awesome friend who I am doing this with. Woot! Again, we have more written than we've posted. Reviews make a happy writer! Errr…writers.
She was 12 now, a big girl and strong. She was preparing for school for the day, eating breakfast, getting dressed that sort of thing. If one didn't know, they might think she was just a normal girl, but she was far from that. She was a Hellsing.
Elizabetta watched her daughter as she readied herself for another day at school. It had been amazing that she was even born, and was nothing short of a miracle that she had survived to be only a few months short of her thirteenth birthday. The dreaded thirteenth - which her daughter, of course, knew nothing about. Great-great-uncle Eldred was the Head, and as far as she was concerned her always would be, at least until his death. That was exactly the way Elizabetta wanted things.
Her daughter was being trained to take over the organization. She did not know when, thanks to her mother. The advisors had suggested she always know, but her mother had protested. Her mother had not even wanted training in some instances but it had been insisted upon. She was strong and smart, though in the beginning she had many problems due to the fact that she was born a bit premature. But
they were simply grateful she was born. Though every day was a struggle fighting her mother…
"So, do you have anything special planned for your day at school today?" Elizabetta asked, attempting to have at least a brief conversation with her daughter before the girl rushed out of the door.
"Um, not really. I get to see my friends." She smiled. That was her favorite part, not the lessons. She got that at home too. She had a variety of lessons to come home to every day. She got shooting lessons, riding lessons, lessons in classics, music lessons, legend lessons and more. She got to be with people her own age at school.
"I see. No tests or anything important that you've 'forgotten' about?" Elizabetta asked. Her daughter had done that on occasion, and Elizabetta hated it.
"I can't think of one but if I've forgotten then I won't remember will I?" She giggled. At 12, she was smarter than most.
"Alright. Now off you go; you don't want to be late."
"No I don't!" She ran off to the car that would take her to school. That was one good thing; she always wanted to go to school. She sat in the car with excitement until they got to school where she quickly got out and ran inside to see her friends.
"You're here even earlier than usual!" a girl with long, ginger hair laughed upon seeing her. "Honestly, I've never seen anyone so eager to get into this place."
She laughed. "I like school. Can't help it. Is that a problem?" She had more advanced studies for years at home. She just came there to see her friends. If it were just about the education, she would be purely homeschooled like many in the past.
Genevieve sighed. "Really though. You can see us any time, why be so excited about school?"
"No I cannot!" She crossed her arms. "I've always got lessons or things to do at home. I get to see you most here."
"I still don't see why you work so hard at home," Genevive sighed.
"Now really, Genni," another girl, this one brunette with thick-rimmed glasses, tutted as she walked in. "Must you be so harsh?"
"I wish I didn't sometimes but I must. I have no choice. It's what I must do." She sat down in her seat, opening up her backpack.
"You sound really old when you talk like that," Genevive muttered.
"Oh stop it, Genni!"
"No, Marianna, I will not stop it."
Morrigan looked at her. "I sound old do I? Pardon me, I can't help it. I'm surrounded by old people at home! Great Uncle lives at home and he's old and so are all his advisors for work. Plus there are all sorts of things I have to go to and my tutors are old. That's why I like school!"
"Okay, okay, I get the point," Genni groaned. "It's too damn early to listen to you shouting!"
"It's too damn early to be up." Morrigan groaned in response. Just because she had to be up doesn't mean she had to like it. The teacher walked in to the room and quieted them all down. "Now now children, let's begin our lessons for the day with a pop quiz." She said in a sweet voice.
Genni looked even more put off than ever by this announcement. "Great, just great. I've done NO work for any of this..."
"When do you ever?" Marianna asked.
Morrigan rolled her eyes. "Genni really. You should do your homework more often." She always DID her homework. Between her mother, her tutors, her Great Uncle and Alucard anytime she tried to avoid it someone found out.
"I don't think she even knows what homework IS," Marianna observed.
Morrigan nodded. "Probably not. O well, not our fault she'll be fucked."
"I will not be fucked," Genni laughed. "I can bullshit through ANYTHING!"
The teacher looked at her. "Pardon me Genevieve is there a problem?" She stood there, looking down at the student who was causing such a disruption. Genevieve always was loud.
"Not at aaaaall, miss," Genni replied, obviously entirely insincerely.
She looked at her and handed her the quiz, expecting everyone to be silent. Well, not expecting, rather hoping. But she would enforce this even if it killed her. One of these days it just might.
"Oh fuck," Genni muttered under her breath. Evidently this was a test she couldn't bull her way through.
The class agonized over which answer was correct on each question. Some children did better than others though the general consensus didn't sound great. The quiz was over before they knew it and everyone had to turn it in. "Time's up!"
"What's the matter, Genni? Something you didn't know?" Marianna asked.
"It wasn't too bad, but then again I already studied that two years ago..." Morrigan said after the fact. She was further advanced in her studies
"Two years?! Now you see why I say you study too much!"
"I do not! I have no choice! My uncle makes me study lots of things. He says I need to know things more than I learn in school!" More than once she had gotten fed up with her studies only to be tied down by the resident vampire and forced to continue. They did not make her life easy.
"We know, Morri. Genni's just teasing you," Marianna stated.
She crossed her arms. "Yea yea I know. Always teasing." Sometimes she got frustrated by said teasing. She didn't always get it.
"You KNOW I'm only kidding, jeez," Genni whined, threatening to go into a sulk. "I wouldn't be mean on purpose - you're too scary for that!"
She stopped in her tracks. "I'm what?" Morrigan didn't take well to being called scary or frightening. She was sensitive when it came to how she was described.
"Well you are rather a good fighter," Genni replied. "I remember the last time some kids tried to beat you up. Haha, they literally didn't know what hit them!"
"So? How the hell does that make me scary?" Morrigan crossed her arms. She was frustrated. Sometimes being a Hellsing screwed her over...she was only 12, come on! Why must she already know things more than her friends and know how to beat up someone?
"She just means that we wouldn't want to get on your bad side," Marianna laughed. "Don't look so annoyed."
"Yeah. And I'm scary too! Kerpow!" Genni swung her arm out sideways, nearly falling out of her seat.
She laughed at Genni that time. "You're not scary, at least not because of that. And I know I know. It's just frustrating at times. I feel like a freak and my mum treats me like a doll."
"If you're a freak then what's Genni?" Marianna asked, raising an eyebrow at the other girl, who was currently pretending to punch thin air.
"Sad?" Morgan answered trying to find the word for her o so 'special' friend.
"How am I sad?" Genni asked, perplexed. "I'm happy as a... as a... as a happy... thing. Yeah, you know what I mean!"
"Not sad as in you feel sad but you're just plain sad." Morgan laughed at her. "Or do you prefer 'special'?" That might be the best way to describe Genni. Special. Special Ed. She snickered to herself.
"Of course I'm special," Genni huffed. "I'm ME!"
She looked at Marianna then back to Genevieve. "Right." Morrigan turned back to her friend. "So what's in store for us for the rest of the day do you think?" Nothing that I'm especially looking forward to.
"Hell," came Genni's reply.
"Classes of some sort," said Marianna.
"Classes yes but I was more referring to what was in the classes or after them. Leave it to you to take it literally. And Genni really. Hell? School isn't that bad."
"Yes. It. Is," Genni sulked. "It's school."
"And I think we have literature next," Marianna replied.
"Ah, literature." Morri smiled. "I love books. And why is school hell Genni? You'd rather be having tea parties and getting all dressed up so that you can barely breathe? And this is only at our age, imagine when we get older." Morrigan often made fun of the fact that she herself was born into the upper echelons of society. When she was young, she was fascinated by it. Now...she made fun of it.
"NO!" Genni shrieked. "I'd rather be climbing trees or swimming in the river - except that daddy said he'd kill me if he saw me up a tree again," she grumbled
She burst out laughing. "Come over to my place then. I don't get in as much trouble for that sort of thing. Sometimes they encourage it, but Mother is the one who tells me to be more of a lady at times. Really..." She shook her head. "What about you Mari?"
"I don't mind either way," Marianna sighed. "I'm not as outgoing as Genni or as smart as you..."
"O come off it. We're all talented in our own ways. I'm not that smart. I just study a lot. Music is my thing by choice rather than being stuck studying arithmetic. Genni...well no argument there." No one was as outgoing as Genni.
"I like dancing, I suppose," Marianna said. "It's about the only thing I'd actually say I'm good at."
"And you can cook, unlike me," Genni added.
"Dancing is wonderful. And ditto that. I've had people cook for me always. I could make do if my life depended on it but I don't have the faintest idea what I'm doing in a kitchen if it doesn't involve cereal, sandwiches or finding something already made."
"Well all you have to do is follow instructions, really." Marianna had started to explain something when the bell rang, signaling the beginning of their next class.
Their teacher began the lesson promptly instructing them to open their books and leaping into an interpretation of the latest book. One which most of the class had little to no interest in.
Marianna glanced over at Genni, who already looked like she was falling asleep on the table.
Morrigan didn't scribble down notes furiously, but she took down a few. She wasn't in school for the intellectual challenge. If she wanted that she would stay at home and just be tutored. No, she was in school for people like Genni and Marianna. Her best friends.
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Aww, what a sweet ending! Friends!! Hehe.
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