AN: I don't own Hellsing or Inuyasha, this is just for fun, of course.

Sorry that this took so long, but it's nice and long I guess. In regards to Heinkel, I'll be using she/her pronouns. I might transition into using she/they, but the scene Heinkel was in had three people, and I confused myself. I respect pronouns, it was just a little bit of a pain, and I take solace that Heinkel isn't real. Or any of Iscariot really, they are awful people by far, if not the whole cast of Hellsing, anyway enjoy. There will be a part after this one. There were going to be three parts, but I extended it to four. As usual all mistakes are my own.

Pairing: Kagome/ Alexander Anderson

Final Stage: Acceptance

Kagome wanted to scream, this was just her fucking luck. Her small home in Italy was in ruins. Another fucking cult found out that she existed and broke into her apartment. Her poor home was riddled with bullet holes, and there were a few bodies in her hallway, just freely bleeding on her carpet. Fucking fantastic. She was sitting on what remained on her couch, trying her damnedest to ignore the blood splatter that was beside her, or how her coffee table was just legs, the middle glass pane was embedded in the carpet. Iscariot agents went around her apartment, doing whatever they were doing, she didn't want to look at them right now. Though she had overheard they were getting rid of the police and canvassing for more cult members. She had half a mind to assume that her neighbors were also dead, simply because she hadn't heard any commotion for the neighboring homes.

"Your Holiness, are you alright?" she didn't even attempt to correct Marcus, she just continued to stare up at her ceiling through the hole, she could see right into her bedroom.

"There's a hole," she said, this was going to drain her meager savings. She made enough at her jobs to live, and experience independent life. Not much money was ever placed away for rainy days, so she was going to have to pick up more shifts. That was even if any of this was salvageable, she was going to have to go apartment hunting.

"Yes, Your Holiness," he confirmed, before he offered her his phone, "Ma'am, it is Sir Maxwell." She didn't want to take the phone she really didn't but she did.

"Hello?"

"Miss. Higurashi, I heard about your home, and I offer my condolences," she'd give him credit, his voice did sound somewhat empathetic.

"Thanks," she said flatly.

"Do you have any plans for housing?"

"No, I was just thinking of staying in my house and finding someone to do the repairs." She had no plans, not like she could afford a hotel room for an extended amount of time.

"May I extend a better offer?"

"No," she said, even though it was so tempting. It became much more as a bullet-riddled body was dragged into a body bag in front of her.

"Please hear me out. Your house has been compromised. It would be in the best interests of Iscariot and you, to have secure housing. If that cult had gotten a hold of you, who knows what could have happened." She would give him props, he did sound genuinely concerned about her. The temptation to say no again was strong. To live in their mits would be the last straw, she was already unable to deny them interfering in her life, or being her unwanted shadows, or some of them worming their way into her heart to be her friends. Hell weeks ago, Maxwell tried to offer her a sizable allowance to live on, which she rejected. And now this, if she said no, there was no doubt that Maxwell might just arrange something drastic. He gave her a lot of leniencies but how long was that going to last?

"Will I be able to leave?"

"Of course, we will not restrict your movements," she heard him shuffle papers.

"No, I mean to eventually move out," there was a long silence.

"We will discuss that when it is a possibility." That was the best she was going to get.

"Fine, I accept."

"Fantastic, I will have the arrangements finished in less than an hour. Please hand the phone back to Marcus." he walked away after she handed him the phone.

"Let's get your stuff packed," Yumiko said as she ushered Kagome off of the couch. When she was led through the hall that led to her stairs there were no bodies, which was nice. Packing was somewhat cathartic, she felt a small bit of astonishment at the sheer amount of stuff she had accumulated while in Italy.

"Wow, I have a lot," Kagome said as she carefully zipped up more of her burlesque fans.

"How does someone own so many shoes?" Yumiko walked out of the closet, her arm full of shoes. "There is a whole wall there, this isn't even a fourth of it," she said as she dropped the articles on the bed. Kagome started to pack them carefully into her open suitcase, which she was trying to delegate for shoes.

"Because, they give me options for outfits," she wasn't going to admit that she had more than enough shoes to wear a different pair with no repeats for about two months.

"And these?" the nun blushed as she held up a pair of 8-inch clear Pleaser heels.

"Those are for work," she said and plucked them from the woman's grasp. "Any pair like this, glittery, or thigh-high boots are usually delegated for work."

"You aren't getting rid of them?"

"No, why would I? I still have two jobs."

"Because you're moving into the complex with us."

"Yeah, that's not set in stone. I intend to move, once I have the funds to find a place."

"Oh," Yumiko looked slightly sadder while they continued to pack.

"Okay, this is going to have to be several trips," Kagome said, she had filled all four of her large suitcases, and there were still more clothes, at least half of her wardrobe was still left. One suitcase was just burlesque outfits and her fans were in a huge garment bag, and her work duffel bag was full of her knick-knacks and keepsakes.

"Or you can cut down your closet," Yumiko said, "It's not like we have to move all of it tonight, we aren't taking your furniture."

"I could but, I still have my winter and fall clothes," she said with a hand on her chin. "I could put those in storage considering it is spring."

"You, have clothes for different seasons?" Yumiko asked, her eyes wide.

"Yeah different temperatures, means different groups of clothes," Kagome said as she packed her makeup into her school backpack, and was just going to hope that none of her pallets broke, or her foundation leaked, or anything that could stain or break didn't get out of its container. Makeup was easier to replace than her wardrobe.

"Or you like shopping too much," Yumiko said, her voice heavy with humor.

"No," Kagome said, "I just sometimes find cute things, and I buy them, I will go through this and get rid of some of it." She nodded towards the rest of her closet, "I could just donate most of it, then."

"To once again amass a horde of clothes." the other woman said.

"It is not a horde."

"You own more clothes than I do."

"You're a nun, you wear like two things," she said with a wave of her hand.

"Yes, but that's all I need, and my needs and body are covered," she said and placed her hands on her hips. "Unlike you, how many ways can you dress indecently? I'm sure some of your shirts are redundant, except this," Yumiko pulled out a thick gray hoodie, "This is good."

"Lecture me later, help me get these down the steps," Kagome took the hoodie and forced it over her head. It did trap her warmth, she wasn't aware was leaving her body. As she started to tug the large suitcase out the door, an Iscariot agent politely took it from her, and other agents came in and grabbed all the packed bags. "Were they just outside?" she asked Yumiko, the nun just nodded and went back to assessing her remaining clothes.

"My, Your Holiness, you have a lot of stuff," Marcus said as he walked in to check for more bags.

"Right, that's only half of it," Yumiko said as she peeked her head out of the closet. "So this is going to be another trip that's going to be shoes alone."

"Oh shut up Yumiko, and ugh yeah sorry, I have more stuff," Kagome scratched the back of her head. "I guess, you never realize how much stuff you have until you have to move."

"That's alright we kinda figured it might take a while. We were about to go through the kitchen. Is there anything of pressing need that you want to keep?" Marcus said as he tried to keep his eyes from looking at any of her personal effects.

"I'd have to look," she said as she descended the steps, from the doorway to the kitchen, she saw Father Renaldo in the process of pouring her liquor bottles down the drain. "Hey!" she called out.

"Oh, Your Holiness, how goes packing?" he asked regal as ever.

"Fine, what are you doing?" she asked as she looked over the bottles that had already been emptied. Her heart sank, so much money, and chances to experiment with drinks were just gone.

"I'm taking it upon myself to dump this down the drain. After the mishap from a few months ago, I would say it's for the best that all liquor is eliminated from your space."

"Oh c'mon, I got trashed once, you don't need to dump my collection." she was trying to not sound whiny, Renaldo looked at her, like a disappointed grandfather, while he tilted another bottle.

"It only takes a couple of times, then it develops into alcoholism. You are better than that," he grabbed a bottle of corked wine.

"Wait no, not that one. It's really hard to find," she begged and grabbed the stem before he could pour it. "Actually," she took it from him, uncorked it, and before she could take a swig, he took the bottle back. With dejection in her eyes, she watched as her chocolate wine was dumped.

"My point stands," he said. "I do this because I care."

"So, you and Iscariot say," she said as she slinked out of the kitchen she couldn't watch anymore. It didn't occur to her that she wouldn't be allowed to take her liquor with her. Again she wasn't an alcoholic, she was too much of a lightweight for that, but glass after a long day was so nice. Well, she would have to put that off for a couple of, however long it takes her to find a place.

"M'lady, what do I do with this bag of cat food?" Marcus asked with a bag in his arms.

"You don't have a pet," Yumiko said as she looked at the bag of generic cat kibble.

"Oh I use that to feed the outside cats, there's this momma cat that I've been trying to catch."

"I'll get this cat for you," Marcus said excitedly, "What does she look like? And I will have her transported to your new apartment."

"Um, she's a black cat with white boots, and half of her face is orange. She's a little cat, so she looks like she swallowed a melon. Be careful with her, I bought some flea treatments and stuff," she said with a hand to her face, as she debated grabbing the supplies.

"Oh yes, we already collected that," he said with a salute. "Please go to your new home and rest, we will finish up here, and get your cat."

"Are you sure? I don't mind waiting to-"

"He is right," Father Renaldo said as he emerged from the kitchen, "It would be best if we moved you for the night and finished here. There is still a danger, Brother Marcus can bring you your cat, and we can finish packing here."

"Are you going to throw my stuff away?"

"No, that was just the accursed liquor that had to go, we will respect your belongings, no matter how excessive. Trust me, if we ever have to move Sir. Maxwell's things, it will be much more cumbersome than yours."

"If you say so," she looked around her apartment for what was sure to be her last time. "Thanks for this, for helping so much," she addressed the room as the remaining agents as Yumiko escorted her out the door to the black car waiting for her outside.

"I'm so excited, you'll love it with us." the other Japanese woman said and Kagome just looked out the window, over the view of her neighborhood in the early morning light.

Kagome was shocked by the size of her room, it was bigger than one floor of her apartment. She had a living area, a bedroom, an expansive walk-in closet, and a full bathroom with heated floors.

'Being God's chosen comes with some nice perks,' she thought as she flopped onto the bed that was out of this world comfy. Her body just sank in, and the stress of the last day and the soft comforter she felt her eyelids sink down. There was no energy to change from the hoodie and leggings she'd been wearing, and she just slept.

She was briefly woken up by something cold touching her face, she tried to push away, but her hand met blush fur. With a cracked open eye she saw the unnamed street cat she'd been feeding. "Hey mama, come sleep with me," she slurred as the cat's purr lulled her back to sleep.

Heinkel didn't get to interact with Kagome outside of what Yumiko told her about the holy woman. For a while, she was convinced that Kagome was just a female version of Enrico. How could she not make that assertion? Every time she caught glances of Kagome was when Yumiko was trading guard shift, the woman always looked put together, which would be the best term. She had some makeup on, clothes, while not modest, were styled in a unique way, so it was fair to assume there was some level of vanity. There was also some belief that Kagome might have a little ego because she was a holy human. However, all of those expectations were blown away for Heinkel at this very moment. And what a weird moment it was. She was sitting in a Japanese-style bath, with Yumiko and Kagome excitedly talking to each other seemingly oblivious to their nudity.

Heinkel was sitting in the hot water with most of her face submerged. The steam did a great job of covering her blush. How were these two so comfortable?

"I forgot how nice this was," Yumiko said as she closed her eyes to rub the fog off of her glasses.

"Yeah, this was the one thing that I refused to give up in my travels," Kagome said with a sigh of pleasure.

"Really?" Heinkel asked.

"Yeah, if Inuyasha smelled even a whiff of a hot spring, I'd complain until we made camp close to it," she rubbed her finger against her cheek, "Not my finest moment, I admit was a brat about it, but I refused to go long with taking a bath."

"Do you miss it?" Yumiko asked as she scooted closer.

"Well, I miss my friends, not the circumstances," Heinkel noted the small amount of sadness in the woman's eyes. "Friends is an understatement, they were my family."

"What was it like?" Yumiko looked really excited and it looked for a moment that Yumie would pop out. "Fighting against such a strong evil, but knowing you will persist because you are God's chosen to vanquish the wicked from this world."

"That's a little extreme," Kagome said as she sank down into the water, and Heinkel could see a blush on the woman's face, and they weren't sure if it was from the steam or embarrassment. "I wasn't thinking of it like that ever. I was more scared like anyone would be. My friends were at constant risk of death and it felt so hopeless most of the time. Each step we took, Naraku took seven. So many bleak moments, and almost wins. I was also scared of never being able to come home, that I would die in the past, there was nothing anyone could do. Then he would have won, and destroyed Japan." The priestess got this far-off look, "I'm still sure we only won through sheer force of will alone, he just kept getting stronger, no matter what we did."

"But you won!" Yumiko said with a smile.

"Yep, and now I'm here, in the present, unsure if my friends have survived."

"Surely none of them, humans even then didn't live long," Heinkel said, it was kinda dumb to assume any human from then was still alive.

"I know they are long dead, I meant like Sesshomaru, or Koga, or Shippo," she paused, "Totosai is most likely dead, he was over three thousand years old."

"Who?"

"He made my bow, which if that ever breaks I'm screwed." Either she ignored or didn't see the looks of disgust on the nun and priest's face. "As for the others, companions, they weren't human, they were yokai. And those were the ones that I could name off that top of my head. There were many others along the way."

"Why would you care about them? They must be vile, they aren't human," Yumiko was cut off as she was splashed harshly with water and Kagome looked at her with a fierce glare.

"Don't you ever say that again. They might not have been human, but they were my friends, my allies, my other family. I fought with them, cried, and bonded. I would do it again with no hesitation. They were noble, there were unkind yokai, of course, but I also ran into awful humans as well." With that Kagome sank further down leaving only her eyes exposed, which were quite mad. Yumiko and Heinkel shared a look and decided to give her time. And Heinkel wasn't sure how they felt about the priestess. Who would defend beings that weren't human? Or live with a half-breed, and from the reports, they were quite close. Heinkel wondered what that must have been like to live amongst monsters, and see the other side and even earn their respect. Lady Kagome must be something else.

Kagome, unfortunately, learned early on that Iscariot thought she was helpless. Which she assumed was a fair assumption because they found her after she was kidnapped, in her defense, she had been drugged. The day felt nice for once, and she was sitting in a field with young teenagers as Anderson taught them basic fighting. The simple punch, dodge, roll, all that good shit, everything she already knew. She was the unfortunate student of Sesshomaru Bootcamp, wherein after the basics of every weapon he had and hand-to-hand combat in many disciplines, he beat her for four straight months to prepare her for the battle with Naraku. So yeah in that time, she had learned a lot and still retained, so yeah she had the right to feel insulted that they didn't think she could defend herself. While yes, she didn't know everything under the sun, she knew enough and then some.

"Hey Kagome, why don't you go first," she was in a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, her face was not amused as she walked over to him. Other Iscariot agents were milling about the grounds with more advanced students.

"What am I doing?" she asked, thoroughly unimpressed.

"I want to make sure that you understand what I just demonstrated," he said.

"Oh that," she rolled her eyes and got an idea. "Okay, I might be a little bad."

"That's alright everyone here has nothing to be ashamed of-" he yelled in shock as she rushed him, ducked to his right. Then hooked her left leg around his right one, and wrapped her arms around his middle, with the use of her momentum she toppled him into a suplex. He grunted as his head collided with the ground, and she rolled away letting his lower half fall awkwardly.

"I meant to say rusty, I haven't really fought in a while," she dusted her hands for effect as a couple of the students laughed.

"While that was impressive," he stood up and dusted off his cassock, "That wasn't the right thing, so-" he raised his balled-up hands.

"We're doing ye ole' fisty cuffs?" she asked and mimicked his stance and immediately fixed it to what Sesshomaru taught her.

"Take this seriously," he said, "I'll give you the first hit."

"I don't need it, you first," she taunted, she could see the hesitation in his eyes before he charged forward. Blocking all of his punches wasn't hard mostly because he wasn't using his full strength. If he was she would be dead, however, since he wasn't she could see the pattern. Boredom didn't take long, she grabbed his wrist, propelled her body forward to hold his head between her knees. And much like the Supplex used her momentum to twist his body to land on his back with a knee on his neck. "I win," she said as she got up.

"Well, uh," Alexander started to get up, and his cheeks were dusted pink. "Okay, Jamison, you're next." And with that, she went to sit back on the grass, a smile on her face, which only widened whenever Anderson looked her way and blushed. Maybe this day wasn't a waste after all, for the rest of the day whenever she was called she fucked with him, using more complex moves each time. Which is how she learned that even Anderson as a regenerator was susceptible to nerve punches.

The next day she noticed a change, when she was preparing the leave for work, there wasn't an Iscariot agent standing ready to escort her. She shrugged it off at first, maybe they were late, if that was the case, they would catch up. It wasn't until she was at work that it hit her. There was no aura of any Iscariot members, not inside or outside the club. Living with the group so far had allowed her to identify almost all of them. Where were they? She was almost tempted to call Enrico to ask, but she decided against it. This did put her on edge, was it happening? Were they sick of her? Decided that she wasn't God's chosen, had it finally happened?The rest of her shift was spent with her on edge. What would happen to her cat?

Her eyes were shifty as she left the club, she had been so distraught that she almost forgot to tip out for the night and finalize the bar tabs. The sun was starting to come up, but she couldn't bring herself to enjoy it. What if this was her last? What was happening? As she rounded another corner she felt it, a demon not too far from her. There was something else in the distance but the demon was most present.

As she walked more her concerns were answered when a giant amalgamation of multiple wolf heads that shared one large shaggy body, came out of the shadows. It towered over her. She paused in shock at how grotesque it was. Reddish ooze and white froth fell from each one's mouth. She jumped back when it snapped at her. Her bow formed in her hands, and she looked around for any people. As it was the early morning, there weren't many out, she could feel a few, but she didn't want to risk this thing being seen. Her options were quite slim unless she was on a bridge.

Keeping her eyes on it, she crept over the barrier that kept people from falling in. It followed slowly to stalk after her, shoulders hunched ready to pounce. With no further thought, she quickly turned and jumped off. There wasn't much of a fall, but she propelled herself under the bridge. She raised her hand, barrier ready for the jaws that were clambering for a bite. It didn't seem to have any other thought than to eat her. Which was good, it snapped at the barrier, ignoring as it's maws sizzled against her purification power. The obstacle between them remained as she backed up to notch an arrow made of her power. The pink light illuminated the dark under the bridge and she fired. The creature's death wasn't impressive, it expanded to catch on fire, and quickly reduced to ashes. Her shoulders sagged, a little disappointed that it was so easy, but happy that it was dead and wouldn't be a threat. Getting up wasn't so hard, but she was taken off guard at the handful of Iscariot agents, headed by Anderson, who stood there expectantly. It was unsettling.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" she asked, hoping to stay casual and not let her nervousness show.

"We are here for you," she hung her head, she figured as much.

"Well if it's Anderson, could you snap my neck?" she asked as she walked over to him to place his gloved hand over her throat, " I still wanna look presentable for my family."

"What are you talking about, lass?" he asked and looked horrified as he retracted his hand.

"I'm not dumb, just do it already?" she grabbed it to wrap both around her neck again, and she stared deep into his eyes. Best to face death head-on with a brave face, it wasn't the first time, but would be the final.

"Do what?" he wrenched his hands from her and shoved them in his pocket.

"Kill me? Isn't that the plan? I'm not God's Holy Woman, and I'm being taken out," she stated as fact, getting kind of irritated that they might be fucking with her.

"What no!" A different agent screams.

"Then why did you guys just show up? Where have you been?" she asked. "Why are you standing here all creepily?"

"We were on orders from Enrico to keep a distance outside of your awareness to see how well you could defend yourself," Anderson said.

"So, I wasn't alone?" There was some relief in that.

"No, we were watching with high-powered binoculars, and when this beast attacked we moved closer if you needed back up. As for the formation, just happenstance." Anderson said with a quick scratch to the back of his head.

"Oh wow that's great, I wanna sleep now, that was really taxing to think you were going to kill me," she sighed and let her shoulders finally sag.

"I admire that you made demands on how you were going out," Anderson said and gave her an awkward pat on her back.

"Hey, if I have to die by someone's hands if I can, I will make demands, and do it on my terms."

"Such a strange lass you are."

"Yeah, now can you give me a piggyback ride back to base?" she didn't finish asking and just jumped up

"Aye, on we go," he caught her no problem, and she didn't even bother to enjoy the view, and laid on his shoulder and went to sleep.

Kagome felt like people were staring at her as she made her way through the Iscariot headquarters. Which shouldn't faze her anymore, and she was carrying a large wicker basket and looked somewhat modest. Well as modest as a light blue crop top and floor-length white floral skirt, hell even her hair wasn't free, it was in a sensible high ponytail, and her makeup was restricted to a light blush and only eyeliner. She stopped outside of Enrico's office and looked at the young blonde-haired man. He timidly stared at her. She noticed the poor boy had a bowl cut, no one in Iscariot had any style, except maybe Enrico, but that wasn't by much.

"Is, is Father Maxwell busy at the moment?" she asked and gave him her best smile.

"No, Your Holiness," she had given up trying to get them to stop calling her that. It was a losing battle.

"Does he have at least like an hour or two free?" she gestured to the basket in her arms.

"Yes, just paperwork deadlines for tonight," he said with a quick look at the planner in front of him.

"Perfect," she said and walked in.

"I told you, Brother Francis, unless there is fire, don't come in here." Enrico didn't look up as he furiously wrote over the paper in front of him.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not Brother Francis," Kagome said and that got the man to look up.

"Ah, Your Holiness, how can I help you?" He went to offer his ring for her kiss but retracted it. There were purple bags under his eyes, and he just looked slightly less maintained than normal.

"Oh c'mon you don't need to be so formal," she said as she walked further into the room. His office was so grandiose, it fit him perfectly. Renaissance painting covered the walls. "Can you come have a picnic with me?"

"I'm sorry what? M'lady, I have vowed," he looked so shocked, and it dawned on her. What this possibly looked like to these poor repressed people. "Though I guess exceptions can be made for one such as yourself, I'm honored."

"What, no, not like that," she would have rubbed her brow if she could, "I wanted to say thank you."

"You're welcome," he still seemed unsure of her offer.

"No, I wanted to have a picnic that I made for you, as a way to say thank you. Also because I haven't taken the time to get to know you, and I'm ashamed of myself. I accept hospitality from someone I am unfamiliar with. So please, I insist. This is not a date," she tacked on so that they were on the same page.

"Well, lunch can't hurt, I also must apologize. As head of the organization I have not done the best job of familiarizing you with much," he placed his wired framed glasses down and proceeded to stand. "If I may ask, what did you make?"

"Basic ham sandwiches, and a homemade tiramisu," his eyes lightened up, "Yeah Father Anderson told me your weakness for it, and I looked up how to make it. You're lucky, this is the fourth I made."

"What happened to the other three?" he asked as he opened the door for her.

"Well Marcus ate the first, it wasn't perfect, was falling apart, and had too much espresso," she offered her arm for him to take. "Poor man said he couldn't stop talking for almost six hours straight."

"I will take you to the garden," he said as he looped his arm through hers.

"Then the second, the cream wasn't exactly right, and Yumiko and Heinkel ate it. And the third," Kagome felt her cheeks warm for no reason, none at all, "Father Anderson at it."

"Oh?" the bishop asked, and Kagome unknowingly blushed at the memory.

"Okay if this isn't right, I'm gonna scream," she said as she took the dessert from the fridge. There was no worry of food odors getting into it because most of Iscariot didn't cook, so the fridge was mostly empty. It was nice to have a kitchen to herself with so many appliances that were rarely if ever used. The only other person that cooked was Father Anderson.

"I'm sure it will be just fine," he said from the large kitchen table.

"I don't want fine, I want almost perfect," she placed the dish carefully in front of the man. The aroma of sweetened espresso was heavenly. "Try it," she gave him a spoon.

"Alright," he scooped a generous helping, almost a fourth of the small 5x5 cake she made. There was no grace with how Anderson ate, it was endearing to her to watch as he chewed. "Lass, this is amazing," he said and took another spoonful, "And I'm not just saying that." She watched in surprise as he consumed the rest like a vacuum cleaner, leaving the plate clean.

"I guess I'll make another then," she said with much delight.

"Yes, that was quite good," he patted his stomach and his smile was so damn attractive, and she felt bad. He had vows, and she shouldn't find him hot. While there were many handsome Iscariot members, Anderson just seemed to take the cake. "I won't complain if there's seconds."

"Not for you! You just had a whole one!"

"I'll be jealous when you get married," he said more to himself than her.

"Huh?"

"Your husband will get all your good cooking," he continued and looked at her.

"You assume I'm getting married?" She took a seat and gave him a cup of water.

"Why not? You're eligible." He shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Marriage hasn't appealed to me since I was a teenager. Besides who I would marry, I'm not exactly personable anymore." She was curious, self-reflection was fine and well, but how did he perceive her? Marriage really wasn't something in her mind and hasn't since she came to the present. To think there was a time when she thought she'd spend her whole life with Inuyasha, how naive. But for Anderson to bring it up, she looked at him and felt her heart flutter. Oh no.

"Maybe someone in Iscariot, well most likely someone from Iscariot,"

"Aren't you all priests with celibacy vows?"

"Yes, but exceptions can be made. I mean if God's chosen picks a husband, what is a vow when someone so close to his Holiness chooses you," he drank from the cup.

"I guess," she laced her fingers together and placed her head on it. Was it wrong that she wanted to get him another glass just to watch him drink more?

"He was quite helpful, well somewhat, he ate the whole thing in, like three bites. He said it was perfect and I took his word on it." The garden they were in was encased on all sides by the headquarters, it was serene. A lush garden with butterflies, bees, and birds chirping. She took a blanket out of the basket. "Can you hold this?" Enrico took the basket. It was more of a sheet that she had, it spread alright, it was wrinkled but who cared. "Okay, take a seat," she said, taking the basket back. He sat down and she almost laughed at how much he tried to sit gracefully. She kneeled across from him and took out the sandwiches and handed one to him.

"This is good," he said and ate the whole thing in a couple of bites, and reached from another, "I guess I did need a break."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"This morning at around 6."

"It's 2 now," she said astonished.

"Paperwork has taken up most of my day, but is the life of a director," he took the third sandwich and ate this one slowly. "I feel like I could eat ten of these."

"Well then you need to eat more, and sleep more," he looked at her with an arched eyebrow and she just rubbed the area under her eye.

"I try when I can, there has been a spike in vampire attacks, and that werewolf you killed is also paperwork."

"What? I'm not even a member of Iscariot."

"No, but you are under our protection. That means I must do extra paperwork for you, clean up crews, contact the news so that no one reports a werewolf, ect. Oh, your apartment was a small fiasco, I was so unprepared, I will do better in the future."

"All that for me? Wow, thanks" She felt like a dick because she just thought that Maxwell bossed people around and that was it.

"If it helps, you are much less of a headache than Heinkel and Yumiko, well at least you are right now. Who knows, you are a capable fighter. However, your enemies are reduced to dust, and you haven't bulldozed a whole building."

"Never say never," she tried to joke as she pulled out the container of tiramisu, "Do the honors of having the first bite."

"I will thank you," he scooped up a small portion and took a delicate taste. She could see it, instantly, he loved it. His violet eyes widened in shock, and he looked down the dessert, then at her.

"Go on, I won't tell," she said as she leaned back to bask in the sun. She could only hear as his spoon hit the sides of the containers often, and with such intensity.

"Thank you," he said when he finished.

"No problem, you should go back to work."

"Do you not want help cleaning?"

"Nah, I'll get it when I leave," she laid down and crossed her hands on her stomach. A nap in this nice weather sounded really tempting. He got up and she heard his steps fade away. As her mind began to wander and a heavier set of steps came towards her.

"I take it he liked it," Anderson's Scottish accent made her smile.

"He ate the whole thing, like teacher, like student. I guess. I think there's a sandwich in there, want it?"

"That I do, taking a break from paperwork."

"You too?"

"Aye, we all avoid it like plague, unless you're Maxwell, then he can't. I have three months of reports that have built up." She heard as he rustled through the basket, "Oh, there's a couple in here, I'm gonna help myself to." She tried to ignore her heart pounding to try and relax.

Welp there we go, this took four months, I added a part. This was going to be about 3 parts, but then it felt rushed so I had this transition piece, thank you so much for the support. Comments are nice and appreciated. Thank you! Ja Ne~