Chapter 2: Ice Cream

(Walter's POV)

What is happening to me? What was that all about?! My cheeks won't stop burning! Ugh, I don't understand that man! Why did I kiss him? Better yet…why did he respond to it? Damn hormones!…at least I think it's the hormones. Ugh, I hate being 16! I looked around the room I was in, it was bleach white…it hurt my eyes to just look at the walls. How long do I have to stay here?…as if on cue, the doctor entered the room.

"I see you're awake Mr Dornez" the man chimed. I cringed. Every time someone calls me 'Mr Dornez' they would either follow it up with bad news or they list of some stuff I've done over the years and then adds 'what would your father think?'…well I have news for them, my father is DEAD and he has been for the last, what? 53 years! I braced myself for what the doc was about to tell me.

"Mr Dornez, I'm afraid I have some bad news…" I knew it! Nothing good is ever followed by someone calling me 'Mr Dornez'.

"Well, it seems that the chip in your head is malfunctioning and goes off at random moments…resulting in you being brought here" he explained. Great, this is exactly I need!

"On the bright side, we've called in a specialist to disarm the chip…but he won't arrive here until next week" the doc continued.

"Does that mean I have to stay here?" I asked, trying to hide my annoyance. There were very few things that can annoy me, considering what would generally annoy other people I have to do day to day as part of my duties to the Hellsing Organization…but hospitals definitely manage to annoy me.

"No. Actually, you can leave today after I get you to sign a few documents" the man smiled. He's awfully happy for someone that had to deliver some 'bad news'.

(30 minutes and 12 signed documents later)

I'm finally free of that place! I walked down the hallway, looking at the pills te doctor had given me. If it was a computer chip that was causing all that, how were these pills meant to help? Well, I have to go and clean the kitchen. I dread to think of the state it would be in if any of the soldiers tried to cook…with that thought making me panic slightly, I began to speed up into a jog. I got to the kitchen entrance and braced myself for what lies beyond the doors. I opened them…Dear God! It was horrendous! There was…batter mix? On the ceiling. The ceiling was plastered with the stuff, it looked like a bat cave. There was batter mix sprayed across the floor tiles and the walls, you could barely see any of the tiles underneath. I think I'm going to cry…*Sigh* I suppose I should start clearing all this up. I rolled up my sleeves and prepared a mop bucket full of soapy water and a mop. This is going to take a while…

(3 hours later - Alucard's POV)

I wonder where Walter has gotten to? The doctor said he left the medical wing a few hours ago and he's not in his room. Where is he? I'm pretty sure he should be resting. Perhaps he's in the kitchen? I walked through the seemingly endless hallways until I reached the large oak door with the word 'Kitchen' engraved into it. I opened the door to see a pristine looking kitchen and Walter sitting at the island counter, eating what looked like ice cream.

"Walter?" I asked as I made my way towards him.

"Oh, hello Alucard" he greeted, helping himself to another spoonful of ice cream.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating ice cream" he replied, eating another spoonful of the frozen treat.

"Did you just finish cleaning the kitchen?" he visibly shivered.

"Yeah, damn soldiers tried to make pancakes or something and got the batter mix everywhere…this place looked like a damned bat cave, minus the guano" he sighed. I chuckled. Same old Walter…

"You laugh now, but you weren't the one who had to clean it"

"I suppose you're right" I agreed.

"I never knew you liked ice cream, Walter"

"I didn't. I had a craving, it tastes so good!" he grinned, closing his eyes. He looked quite…adorable. The teen ate another mouthful, moaning in delight when the frozen cream hit his tongue. All at once, perverted images of what I could be doing to the '16' year old flashed through my mind. Ugh, I think I feel a nosebleed coming on…

"Would you like to try some?" Walter asked, shovelling another spoonful into his mouth. I smirked.

"Okay" I replied. I leant over the counter and pressed my lips to his. He gasped as he turned crimson, allowing me access into his now freezing cold mouth. My tongue stole the melting lump of ice cream that was sitting on his tongue. Walter was right…the ice cream was good, but it tasted much better mixed with his flavour of cinnamon and tobacco. Walter let out a small moan, causing him to blush even more. I smirked against his lips…at least I can safely say he's enjoying it. He'll probably just blame the 'hormones' again, but I really don't care. I pulled away after a couple of minutes and looked at Walter's shocked, crimson face.

"You were right, it was good" I smirked, before spinning on my heel and leaving the room.