CHAPTER TWO : WE NEED A MAKE-OVER
Author's Blah: Oh! *weeps in sheer happiness* Thanks to Teleute for the Review! Arigatou! Gracias! The next chapter is all about Integra's frustration about well- her wardrobe! Hope you will enjoy this fic! Pls. Review so I know if there's somebody reading this. Don't want to appear like a 'baka' posting without anyone reading it. Ja! *runs off to suck the nearest bishounen's blood who unfortunately turned out to be Aya Fujimiya*
Alucard's POV
A scream was heard and I rushed immediately to her penetrating through walls and door and finally I reached her. With my hand on my gun, I sprang to action and aimed at whatever enemy there is that had come to attack her.
Master looked at me and then at my gun and gave out another ear- splitting scream. Hell, I never thought my master could scream so well and so womanly. Ok, I have to add that to my journal entry: Master can be a good candidate for horror flicks, her scream is as shrilly and ear- splitting as the sensation of being torn apart by a saw and being pounded by a hammer- End of Journal entry.
Walter came with a wire on his hand and he was almost panting as he looked around us, his expert eyes combing every wall and corner of Master's room. He sure is getting older. "Where's the bloody bastard?" Walter hollered out, his teeth almost meshing with each other at sheer frustration.
Funny, I sense no one too. There seems to be nobody in there except Master herself. Donned only in her blue robe (that compliments her eyes well - damn do I have to add that?) she raised a trembling finger at my gun.
"Alucard, do you have an intention of killing me?! She asked angrily, then without warning she started throwing her clothes at me, her collection of silk ties, her pins, her boots and her coats it all rained on me. Yeah, even if Master lost her memories she still considers me inferior and manipulates me through violence.
"Master, you are mistaken!" I defended myself at the exact moment an iron hanger hit me squarely into my nose.
"But the Gun!" She shouted, hurling a sock straight into my face.
"Sir Integra, Alucard would never do that. We just thought that there was an enemy attacking you." Walter explained whirling his wire back into a neat ball. .That did it. Maybe somehow she respects the man. She stopped in mid-throw and exhaled out.
"I am sorry." She mumbled but then her blue eyes suddenly flamed at me. "But next time MAKE SURE you point the gun at the enemies not on me or else I'll-."
Shoot you. I continued for her.
"- whack you with an umbrella. Hah! That ought to teach you a lesson." She continued for herself.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Walter's mouth hang open. Oh! An umbrella! Mommy, I am SOOO scared. Hell, Master is sure is still intimidating minus her frosty memories but with an umbrella! The image of Master Integra in her uniform and an umbrella crossed my mind...HAHAHAHHAHAHA! Yeah, the ghouls would definitely die. laughing.
"May I be so bold to ask the reason for your sudden emotional outburst." Walter suddenly asked after recovering from the shock of the discovery of Master's new weapon.
"My emotional outburst?" Master drawled totally oblivious.
"Your scream." I injected.
Her mouth formed a small 'o'. "Oh that." She said then her cheeks flamed but to hide her embarrassment she appeared nonchalant. She sniffed and drew out an air of indifference. "Well it's nothing. Don't bother to ask. It's just the clothes."
"Clothes?" Walter and I asked at the same time.
"Why are you two being nosy anyway?" She suddenly blurted out. Oh that temper! Got to love that temper! Journal entry no2: Irk Master at every opportunity now that her weapon is reduced to an umbrella- end of journal
Seeing that we had no intention of letting the subject dropped. She lowered her head and pointed at the clothes sprawled on the floor. "Are these really mine?"
"Truly they are, Sir Integra." Walter said with a small nod then he lifted one of Integra's pants and examined it. "Why does it not fit anymore by chance?"
"NO!" She shouted then lifted one of her humongous winter coats. "Do I *really* wear this?"
Walter and I mutely nodded.
"Am I lesbian?!" She said panic rushing to her voice. "If not then why all these manly clothes? Why this unisex cologne ? Why this dull colors? These boots? This annoying pin? What the fuck?! And even cigars!
She started pointing out the lack of life and femininity in her room, clothes and even the meals prepared to her by Walter. Does food have a sex? Well, it sure does to Master, she started saying that tarts are feminine and short cakes are masculine. Weird. Journal entry no3: Look at food first not that I eat but look if it's masculine and feminine. See through the Umbrella warrior's POV- end of journal.
".And my eyes got blurry cause of reading all this books that are all about wars and religion!" She finally finished out finally exhausting out all of her reasons and such.
Walter and I are too dumbfounded to speak.
"Anou., sorry for the intrusion but I was just wondering if I can help." Celes slowly said, finally making herself visible.
"And she wears a dress and a short one too!" Master exclaimed pointing bitterly at Celes uniform then she lifted one of her rumpled clothes. "While I wear this? What kind of person was I before my memory loss?"
"The head of the Hellsing institution." We all answered at the same time.
"Well and so?!" She demanded.
We all looked at each other, telling her who she really is will add to the shock that she already is in. We can't risk that. Celes made herself useful and gave Master a womanly talk, not that she needed it. My fledgling ushered me and Walter outside and we waited for 15 excruciating minutes for my Master's voice to mellow down and when it did, the door opened and Celes came out with a satisfied smile on her face and behind her, Master emerged with an evil and determined smirk. "I will go shopping tomorrow, we will have a make-over!"
Journal entry no 4: Never ever let women talk amongst themselves, vampires or not they still can do some harmful thing- pretty harmful things Ah, this time I wished Master, the old Integra is here. - end of journal.
Author's Blah: Oh! *weeps in sheer happiness* Thanks to Teleute for the Review! Arigatou! Gracias! The next chapter is all about Integra's frustration about well- her wardrobe! Hope you will enjoy this fic! Pls. Review so I know if there's somebody reading this. Don't want to appear like a 'baka' posting without anyone reading it. Ja! *runs off to suck the nearest bishounen's blood who unfortunately turned out to be Aya Fujimiya*
Alucard's POV
A scream was heard and I rushed immediately to her penetrating through walls and door and finally I reached her. With my hand on my gun, I sprang to action and aimed at whatever enemy there is that had come to attack her.
Master looked at me and then at my gun and gave out another ear- splitting scream. Hell, I never thought my master could scream so well and so womanly. Ok, I have to add that to my journal entry: Master can be a good candidate for horror flicks, her scream is as shrilly and ear- splitting as the sensation of being torn apart by a saw and being pounded by a hammer- End of Journal entry.
Walter came with a wire on his hand and he was almost panting as he looked around us, his expert eyes combing every wall and corner of Master's room. He sure is getting older. "Where's the bloody bastard?" Walter hollered out, his teeth almost meshing with each other at sheer frustration.
Funny, I sense no one too. There seems to be nobody in there except Master herself. Donned only in her blue robe (that compliments her eyes well - damn do I have to add that?) she raised a trembling finger at my gun.
"Alucard, do you have an intention of killing me?! She asked angrily, then without warning she started throwing her clothes at me, her collection of silk ties, her pins, her boots and her coats it all rained on me. Yeah, even if Master lost her memories she still considers me inferior and manipulates me through violence.
"Master, you are mistaken!" I defended myself at the exact moment an iron hanger hit me squarely into my nose.
"But the Gun!" She shouted, hurling a sock straight into my face.
"Sir Integra, Alucard would never do that. We just thought that there was an enemy attacking you." Walter explained whirling his wire back into a neat ball. .That did it. Maybe somehow she respects the man. She stopped in mid-throw and exhaled out.
"I am sorry." She mumbled but then her blue eyes suddenly flamed at me. "But next time MAKE SURE you point the gun at the enemies not on me or else I'll-."
Shoot you. I continued for her.
"- whack you with an umbrella. Hah! That ought to teach you a lesson." She continued for herself.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Walter's mouth hang open. Oh! An umbrella! Mommy, I am SOOO scared. Hell, Master is sure is still intimidating minus her frosty memories but with an umbrella! The image of Master Integra in her uniform and an umbrella crossed my mind...HAHAHAHHAHAHA! Yeah, the ghouls would definitely die. laughing.
"May I be so bold to ask the reason for your sudden emotional outburst." Walter suddenly asked after recovering from the shock of the discovery of Master's new weapon.
"My emotional outburst?" Master drawled totally oblivious.
"Your scream." I injected.
Her mouth formed a small 'o'. "Oh that." She said then her cheeks flamed but to hide her embarrassment she appeared nonchalant. She sniffed and drew out an air of indifference. "Well it's nothing. Don't bother to ask. It's just the clothes."
"Clothes?" Walter and I asked at the same time.
"Why are you two being nosy anyway?" She suddenly blurted out. Oh that temper! Got to love that temper! Journal entry no2: Irk Master at every opportunity now that her weapon is reduced to an umbrella- end of journal
Seeing that we had no intention of letting the subject dropped. She lowered her head and pointed at the clothes sprawled on the floor. "Are these really mine?"
"Truly they are, Sir Integra." Walter said with a small nod then he lifted one of Integra's pants and examined it. "Why does it not fit anymore by chance?"
"NO!" She shouted then lifted one of her humongous winter coats. "Do I *really* wear this?"
Walter and I mutely nodded.
"Am I lesbian?!" She said panic rushing to her voice. "If not then why all these manly clothes? Why this unisex cologne ? Why this dull colors? These boots? This annoying pin? What the fuck?! And even cigars!
She started pointing out the lack of life and femininity in her room, clothes and even the meals prepared to her by Walter. Does food have a sex? Well, it sure does to Master, she started saying that tarts are feminine and short cakes are masculine. Weird. Journal entry no3: Look at food first not that I eat but look if it's masculine and feminine. See through the Umbrella warrior's POV- end of journal.
".And my eyes got blurry cause of reading all this books that are all about wars and religion!" She finally finished out finally exhausting out all of her reasons and such.
Walter and I are too dumbfounded to speak.
"Anou., sorry for the intrusion but I was just wondering if I can help." Celes slowly said, finally making herself visible.
"And she wears a dress and a short one too!" Master exclaimed pointing bitterly at Celes uniform then she lifted one of her rumpled clothes. "While I wear this? What kind of person was I before my memory loss?"
"The head of the Hellsing institution." We all answered at the same time.
"Well and so?!" She demanded.
We all looked at each other, telling her who she really is will add to the shock that she already is in. We can't risk that. Celes made herself useful and gave Master a womanly talk, not that she needed it. My fledgling ushered me and Walter outside and we waited for 15 excruciating minutes for my Master's voice to mellow down and when it did, the door opened and Celes came out with a satisfied smile on her face and behind her, Master emerged with an evil and determined smirk. "I will go shopping tomorrow, we will have a make-over!"
Journal entry no 4: Never ever let women talk amongst themselves, vampires or not they still can do some harmful thing- pretty harmful things Ah, this time I wished Master, the old Integra is here. - end of journal.