Somewhat Lost In The Translation
By Slim Gohan and Keiya Tenpouin
Rating – PG-13
Series – SM/Hellsing
Pairings – No Thanks
Fine…….Major Characters? – Paladin Alexander Anderson and Mizuno Ami/Sailor Mercury.
Any chance at seeing Alucard? – Perhaps, perhaps not.
Disclaimers – None of the series are ours. End of discussion.
Summary- Paladin Alexander Anderson is sent to Tokyo to help subdue the FREAK threat there. He runs into Ami Mizuno, who is adrift in life (and alone, at the present), and maybe together, they can find what they are both looking for…(Loosely Based on "Lost In Translation")
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Interlude I – Anderson the Hunter
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After accepting her offer for a meal on the next day, Father Alexander Anderson and Ami Mizuno, and unlikely pair to say the least, went to find a bus stop.
After finding one, they waited for a bus or cab to stop for them.
"What are you going to do tonight, Alex-san?"
She noticed a small glint in his right eye, signaling that he had some sort of plan… or at the least, he knew what he was going to do.
"I've got something in mind lass, don't you worry about me."
"I don't think I have to."
He smiled at her, but then something else caught his eye. He looked over her, and saw a bus approaching their stop.
"It seems your bus is here, lass."
She turned around slowly, and saw that he wasn't lying about it. She reached into her coat pocket and grabbed a few bus tokens.
The bus slowed, and then came to a stop completely in front of the pair. It opened it's doors, and revealed a somewhat impatient Japanese man waiting.
"Hurry up!" he yelled in Japanese.
"Meet me at Kagura's tomorrow, around 4 P.M., alright Alex-san?"
"That sounds fine lass. Besides, I have a few more questions to ask of you also, so I'll be there."
"Alright, I'll see you then."
"Alright. Now go, the wee small man is about to leave."
She nodded, and went onto the bus. Once she paid her tokens, the doors closed and the bus sped off into the night.
Sensing it out of range, and out of sight, Anderson put on a feral smile.
One that usually meant trouble for all impure creatures…
He reached into his coat, and pulled out a pair of blessed bayonets.
"It's time for some real fun……." He said to himself, as he took off into the night as well, in the separate direction of the bus.
Paladin Alexander Anderson was on the hunt, and he won't stop until his bloodlust is satisfied.
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England was the same as it has been. Perhaps, it would be better to say that it is the way it was prior to the series of fiascoes that had occurred previously.
This was solely because of the resurgence of the Hellsing Organization.
Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing had previously been released months back, and the reconstruction to Hellsing manor had been completed under the gaze of Sir Hellsing herself.
It had regained the footing it previously had when talk of the "Secret Terrorist Organization" had died down, and it became the organization in the shadow once more.
Most importantly however, it was back to complete it's mission.
"Search and Destroy"
And it did just that.
So, when Integral learned of Iscariot's recent maneuvers, she was just a wee bit ticked off.
" DAMN THOSE CATHOLICS, AND DAMN THAT BLOODY PIG MAXWELL!!!!!"
"Sir Integral, please…" Walter stood there, calm in the face of the storm and trying to lessen it's severity.
He wasn't doing too well.
"WHY IN THE HELL WOULD HE SEND * HIM* OF ALL PEOPLE TO JAPAN! THAT'S NOT 'EVEN' A CATHOLIC COUNTRY! HE HAS NO BUSNIESS EVEN 'THINKING' OF SENDING HIS PEOPLE IN THERE!"
"Sir Integral, what do you propose we do then? If you wish, we could send Alucard to Tokyo and have him deal with Father Anderson personally."
At that moment, Alucard materialized into the room, a big, sly grin plastered onto his face.
"I think Walter has a good idea, Master. Fighting the Judas Priest might be a little fun…"
Integral weighed her options for a moment, and soon came to a firm decision.
"No, Alucard. We need you here."
"Aww…"
"I order you to stay, Alucard! We cannot afford to send our men there now to fight that bloody regenerator. We need to protect Britain first and foremost."
"But Master, it wouldn't take too long…"
"NO, ALUCARD! THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"Fine…" He looked a little dejected, to say the least. The then materialized out of the room.
"Walter, find a mission for Alucard to go on. I don't need a moping vampire around the manor."
"Yes, Sir Integra."
She hesitated another second, and then turned back to Walter.
"Send Seras with him. I don't need two moping vampires around the manor."
Walter bowed, said "Of course, Sir Integra", and then left the room. Once the doors were shut, Integra slammed her fist on the paper containing the information about Iscariot's purpose in Japan.
"Damn those Iscariots, damn that Paladin, and damn Maxwell as well…" she repeated to herself.
She then angrily crunched the paper into a ball, and tossed into her garbage pail. She had more important things to worry about at the moment than think about that swine Maxwell and his Iscariots.
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An abandoned warehouse in a secluded part of downtown Tokyo.
A perfect place to start the hunt.
The Paladin walked calmly up to the front doors of the warehouse. Smiling, he carved a cross into the door, then kicked the door in.
The nest of ghouls and vampires had paid attention when they saw a cross carving etched into their door. When they saw who their antagonist was, revealed by the moonlight to be a priest, the general thought among them was simply:
"He's a dead man."
He crossed his bayonets together in a cross shape.
"In the name of God, I am here to send you unholy creatures to the blackest depths of hell..."
He didn't even have time to finish, as ghouls rushed at him with every intent to kill…
What did you think they would do? Go hug him?
Anderson, a little perturbed that he didn't get to finish his condemnation, took to battle as well.
Seeing as a horde of ghouls was rushing towards him, he reached inside his coat and pulled out several bayonets.
"Ye be damned then…"
He started throwing bayonet after bayonet at the ghoul stampede, hitting each and every one with deadly accuracy. Several moans were heard as their numbers were thinned, as they were falling to several bayonets impaled into their rotting flesh.
Anderson stopped his hail of bayonets, and pulled out a pair of claws along with another bayonet. He then started charging the rest of the ghouls. The closest one to him received a quick decapitation from a bayonet. The next one in his warpath received a quick slash of the claws, ultimately cutting it's head in three separate places. To the next, he carved into fours with the combined power of the blessed bayonet and claws.
Two ghouls then charged at him, and smiling insanely, Anderson stretched his arms out to their full wingspan and back a little bit. When the ghouls got into range of his blessed weaponry, he flung his arms forward in a slingshot-type motion, and cut off both their heads.
He then continued his rampage in a fury of severed heads, dismembered limbs, and in the end, several dead………err……dead again.
It came down to the vampires and the Paladin.
"Aye, you damned heathens. You didn't stand a chance against a true man of God."
The four vampires looked at each other in question in what the man was saying. Combined, they knew approximately no English…….
…….except for the swearing. They knew how to curse in English. So they did just that.
"Fucking shitter!"
"Bitch fuck!"
"Ass chunk!"
" Fuck ass!"
Anderson didn't know whether to be offended or laughing his ass off.
"Nice try laddies, but yer still going to die." He brought the claw up in front of his face, and the bayonet down between the center of his legs. The tip of the bayonet grazed the floor, creating the sound of metal scratching against solid concrete.
It was a disturbing sound to the vampires, who were starting to feel a bit unnerved.
"I am the divine instrument of God…….you laddies probably can't understand a word I'm saying. So, I'll just say "Amen", and we'll start, alright?"
He placed another feral grin onto his face, and said in a deadly voice "Amen."
He then walked toward the vampires slowly.
However, he was unaware that they were packing heat.
The vampires unleashed their shotguns, and filled Anderson with their hail of bullets. While doing so, they were laughing maniacally completing what they thought was the finishing blow.
They soon ran out of bullets, and Anderson dropped to the floor, seemingly lifeless.
They continued laughing maniacally, as they mocked him relentlessly with Japanese curses, and the obligatory middle finger.
However, almost 30 seconds later, it was the lifeless corpse laughing maniacally. He then stood up, and as the bullets fell off of him, placed the claw and the bayonet into a cross shape. Without another word, he dashed toward the vampires.
"Dirty FREAKs! You cheap tricks won't be enough to kill me, a true man of God!"
He then impaled one vampire through the heart with his claws, causing it to return to dust.
The next one he cut it's head off with the bayonet, and slashed it across the chest with the set of claws. It too, returned to the dust.
The final two actually put up a fight………or something that mildly resembled one, at least.
They jumped at him, which was easily dodged. One of them lost their head, in the following confusion. The final one threw a punch, but missed horribly.
"Pathetic. Just pathetic. Not even worth my time." He said, somewhat dejected, as in one swipe of both weapons simultaneously, cut off both the FREAK's head and torso.
After the vampire fell dusted, Anderson checked his watch under the glove that read "SPEAK WITH THE DEAD", and saw that it read 4 A.M. He started walking in the direction of the door, which revealed the rising sun to him.
"No more vampires…or any other abominations would be out with the sun…," he concluded as he reached the threshold of the factory and crossed it to face the sunrise and morning air.
Deciding to go back to the hotel, Father Anderson put his claws and bayonet away as he began walking towards the awakening bustle of the city, and hopefully, a way back to his hotel.
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He soon found himself on a city corner, signaling a taxi to him. Eventually, one was kind enough to stop for him. He opened the door, and the driver was revealed to him.
"Hello, Father Anderson-san!"
"Cab driver-san!"
"Where to, Anderson-san?"
"The hotel, please."
"Ahh, I can do that, Anderson-san."
He smiled at the Priest, and drove off in route to the hotel.
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Anderson and Cab driver-san said their good-byes once more, as Anderson paid whatever yen he owed for the ride. He got out, and walked into the hotel. Once he got past the rotating doors, he kept walking towards the stars….
……however, this time, he noticed the elevator.
Walking over, the pressed the button with the arrow pointing "up". Since it was an ungodly hour, and no one was active, the elevator arrived in a timely fashion. Walking into it, he pushed the button with the "5" on it, and watched the doors close a few seconds later, and then felt the elevator start it's ascent upwards.
The elevator soon slowed down, and the doors opened, allowing it's passenger access out. Anderson did walk out, and began the search for his room. Soon, he found that as well. He unlocked the door, and went inside.
The first thing he did was take off his white trench coat and throw it onto a nearby chair. He then took his large cross off of his neck, and placed it on a table near the chair with the coat. He then sat down on his bed, and kicked off his boots. He then removed his collar, and unbuttoned his shirt, He then took it off, throwing it on the trench coat. Now with only his undershirt and pants on, he took the covers off of the bed without standing up, laid down, and placed the covers on to him.
As soon as he closed his eyes though, the phone conveniently rang.
Grumbling, he picked it up off the receiver.
"Hello?"
"How did the first night go, Father?"
"It went as expected."
"Good, good. I am just checking in on you, seeing as I couldn't reach you until now."
"I see."
"I'll let you go now, Father. Catch up on your rest."
"I will."
"God be with you."
"Amen."
He then hung up the phone, and turned away from the phone. After sighing, he closed his eyes to relax.
The Paladin then let sleep take him as the sun rose.
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END OF INTERLUDE I.
Stay tuned for Part II.
Thank you for reading! We tried to make Anderson the crazy priest that he is in Hellsing, and that's what this part was trying to show. We hoped you liked it, and keep watch for the second part!