Okay, a friend and I thought this might be some fun to do, so we're doing it. Just a simple date between our characters and certain YYH characters. I'm not forcing you to read it, so don't yell at me if you don't like it. But, reviews are nice!
Asilin Kheldarson growled as she continued to do her pull-ups. The Boss was a idiot! So what if she was getting involved in her work; she didn't need her boss to tell her to go get a social life! Especially since he didn't seem to have one either!
She slammed down to the ground after the 200th pull-ups. Even those got tiring after a while when there was no point to the training. Moodily, she wandered over to the fridge to grab a water. Beyond her missions, she didn't have much else to do. Sometimes she wished she had a talent or a hobby, like Dru did, but that would take her away from her work.
Still, maybe she'd actually have time to talk DarkDragon. It was strange, out of all the men she'd ever met, she felt a real connection to a guy that only knew her online. Fate was strange that way.
Just then, the computer blinged. 'Speak of the devil,' Asilin thought with a smirk. She turned her attention to the conversation that had just been initiated.
DarkDragon: hey
DemonDragon: hi
DarkDragon: why are you on now? you're never on at this time
DemonDragon: my boss decided some time off would be good
DarkDragon: ah
DemonDragon: so now i'm home...somewhat bored
DarkDragon: hn
DemonDragon: nice to know you care
DarkDragon: did i ever say i cared?
DemonDragon: hn
DarkDragon: you're stealing my lines again, onna
DemonDragon: so? and i thought we established you weren't going to call me that again
DarkDragon: hn
DarkDragon: since you're so bored, do you want to meet? i'm in the states for a while
DemonDragon: where in the states particularly?
DarkDragon: New York...my baka friend insisted i come "sightseeing" with him
DemonDragon: sounds fun...actually i live in NYC
DarkDragon: so do we meet?
DemonDragon: sure...i've got nothing better to do
DemonDragon: mind if i bring a friend?
DarkDragon: no...i have to bring mine with me anyway
DemonDragon: okay, i'll meet you in central park at the ice skating rink in an hour
DarkDragon: fine. don't be late
DarkDragon has signed off.
Asilin groaned inwardly. How could she have just done that? She never arranged meetings! Had she allowed him to get past her barriers already? Asilin shook her head at the thought. More than likely it was just boredom. Nothing more. But, how was she going to convince Dru to come? Her grey eyes snapped open. That was going to be the difficult part.
Grabbing her winter coat and throwing it over her training shirt, she stalked out of the room. This was going to be a long week.
***Dru's POV***
She stared at the large canvas on the wall. She looked at the black-haired faceless angel that seemed to fill her apartment. Many people thought that the pictures of a ghastly pale woman with wings or wings ripped from her back were disturbing, but Dru found them peaceful and full of emotion. Whatever she felt in a moment, she would paint into the angel's surroundings and body language. She picked up the red paint and with two soft and smooth handprints, she made the stubs of the wings.
The doorbell rang.
"What?" she called.
"Dru?" came Asilin's voice sounded from the other side of the door. Dru sighed and put down the pain. She opened the door.
"What, Kheldarson?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked with a smirk.
Dru raised an eyebrow. "Fine." She stood aside and let the woman in. "Now, what do you want?"
Asilin stared at the painting on Dru's wall. "My, you have quite the dark imagination, don't you?"
"Kheldarson," Dru said.
"Fine, all right! I'll tell you. Can I have something to drink?"
"You know where the fridge is." Dru couldn't believe that she was admitting this to herself. Someone had actually been in her apartment long enough to know where the kitchen and the fridge were.
Asilin nodded and floated into kitchen. Dru sighed and went back to the painting. She took up the black paint and looked at the painting, trying to figure out what needed to be added next. She began slapping paint on the background. This was her favorite part. She could always manage to sneak in something from her life. She painted, in slightly darker black, the form of a man holding a metal pipe. She also added lines to make it appear in the light as though there were the thin linings of a room around the rocks and pond. She tilted her head.
"Ok, now that's just depressing," Asilin, remarked, looking down at Dru's stereo. "What kind of crap is this?"
"It's not crap. It's Mozart," she said quietly, more interested in her painting.
"I keep forgetting you're a violin buff."
"Did you have something to tell me?"
"Ask you, more like."
"A favor?"
"Maybe."
"Out with it."
"Well, the Boss has been telling me to take a few days off, because I am too immersed in my work. And I was thinking…well, I've been talking to this guy online, and we've been thinking about meeting. And—"
"I'm not going with you," Dru said.
"Come on Dru. We're going to walk the dark streets of New York. You love that kind of thing."
"The answer is no."
"Dru, what if this guy turns out to be a rapist?"
"Kill him."
"Dru…"
"You're a big girl, Kheldarson. If he tries to rape you, cut off his balls and then gut him. You know, the usual."
Asilin sighed. "Please Dru? I'll leave you alone for a week! Besides, you know I'm forbidden to kill random people for a while."
"Asilin, you're not going to bribe me into this." Even though Dru wouldn't admit it, she knew she would kind of miss the annoying girl were she to stay away for a week. Asilin was the first true friend she'd had in a long time.
"Please, as a friend?"
Dru froze. She sighed. She could never refuse when put like that. "All right, Kheldarson. Under two conditions."
"That is?"
"I get to leave when I find it too boring. And trust me, I will."
"And the other is?"
Dru grinned. "I get to bring Alucard."
Asilin sighed. "Fine, you can bring your gun. Just...try not to kill anyone this time."
"No one innocent, I promise."
Asilin smirked. "I quite agree. I assume you're bringing your sword?"
Dru smirked in reply. "Of course. I never leave without Brink. Don't you always carry your daggers?"
"Of course!"
""Well, there you go." The two of them grinned suddenly before heading out into the cold street.
Asilin Kheldarson growled as she continued to do her pull-ups. The Boss was a idiot! So what if she was getting involved in her work; she didn't need her boss to tell her to go get a social life! Especially since he didn't seem to have one either!
She slammed down to the ground after the 200th pull-ups. Even those got tiring after a while when there was no point to the training. Moodily, she wandered over to the fridge to grab a water. Beyond her missions, she didn't have much else to do. Sometimes she wished she had a talent or a hobby, like Dru did, but that would take her away from her work.
Still, maybe she'd actually have time to talk DarkDragon. It was strange, out of all the men she'd ever met, she felt a real connection to a guy that only knew her online. Fate was strange that way.
Just then, the computer blinged. 'Speak of the devil,' Asilin thought with a smirk. She turned her attention to the conversation that had just been initiated.
DarkDragon: hey
DemonDragon: hi
DarkDragon: why are you on now? you're never on at this time
DemonDragon: my boss decided some time off would be good
DarkDragon: ah
DemonDragon: so now i'm home...somewhat bored
DarkDragon: hn
DemonDragon: nice to know you care
DarkDragon: did i ever say i cared?
DemonDragon: hn
DarkDragon: you're stealing my lines again, onna
DemonDragon: so? and i thought we established you weren't going to call me that again
DarkDragon: hn
DarkDragon: since you're so bored, do you want to meet? i'm in the states for a while
DemonDragon: where in the states particularly?
DarkDragon: New York...my baka friend insisted i come "sightseeing" with him
DemonDragon: sounds fun...actually i live in NYC
DarkDragon: so do we meet?
DemonDragon: sure...i've got nothing better to do
DemonDragon: mind if i bring a friend?
DarkDragon: no...i have to bring mine with me anyway
DemonDragon: okay, i'll meet you in central park at the ice skating rink in an hour
DarkDragon: fine. don't be late
DarkDragon has signed off.
Asilin groaned inwardly. How could she have just done that? She never arranged meetings! Had she allowed him to get past her barriers already? Asilin shook her head at the thought. More than likely it was just boredom. Nothing more. But, how was she going to convince Dru to come? Her grey eyes snapped open. That was going to be the difficult part.
Grabbing her winter coat and throwing it over her training shirt, she stalked out of the room. This was going to be a long week.
***Dru's POV***
She stared at the large canvas on the wall. She looked at the black-haired faceless angel that seemed to fill her apartment. Many people thought that the pictures of a ghastly pale woman with wings or wings ripped from her back were disturbing, but Dru found them peaceful and full of emotion. Whatever she felt in a moment, she would paint into the angel's surroundings and body language. She picked up the red paint and with two soft and smooth handprints, she made the stubs of the wings.
The doorbell rang.
"What?" she called.
"Dru?" came Asilin's voice sounded from the other side of the door. Dru sighed and put down the pain. She opened the door.
"What, Kheldarson?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked with a smirk.
Dru raised an eyebrow. "Fine." She stood aside and let the woman in. "Now, what do you want?"
Asilin stared at the painting on Dru's wall. "My, you have quite the dark imagination, don't you?"
"Kheldarson," Dru said.
"Fine, all right! I'll tell you. Can I have something to drink?"
"You know where the fridge is." Dru couldn't believe that she was admitting this to herself. Someone had actually been in her apartment long enough to know where the kitchen and the fridge were.
Asilin nodded and floated into kitchen. Dru sighed and went back to the painting. She took up the black paint and looked at the painting, trying to figure out what needed to be added next. She began slapping paint on the background. This was her favorite part. She could always manage to sneak in something from her life. She painted, in slightly darker black, the form of a man holding a metal pipe. She also added lines to make it appear in the light as though there were the thin linings of a room around the rocks and pond. She tilted her head.
"Ok, now that's just depressing," Asilin, remarked, looking down at Dru's stereo. "What kind of crap is this?"
"It's not crap. It's Mozart," she said quietly, more interested in her painting.
"I keep forgetting you're a violin buff."
"Did you have something to tell me?"
"Ask you, more like."
"A favor?"
"Maybe."
"Out with it."
"Well, the Boss has been telling me to take a few days off, because I am too immersed in my work. And I was thinking…well, I've been talking to this guy online, and we've been thinking about meeting. And—"
"I'm not going with you," Dru said.
"Come on Dru. We're going to walk the dark streets of New York. You love that kind of thing."
"The answer is no."
"Dru, what if this guy turns out to be a rapist?"
"Kill him."
"Dru…"
"You're a big girl, Kheldarson. If he tries to rape you, cut off his balls and then gut him. You know, the usual."
Asilin sighed. "Please Dru? I'll leave you alone for a week! Besides, you know I'm forbidden to kill random people for a while."
"Asilin, you're not going to bribe me into this." Even though Dru wouldn't admit it, she knew she would kind of miss the annoying girl were she to stay away for a week. Asilin was the first true friend she'd had in a long time.
"Please, as a friend?"
Dru froze. She sighed. She could never refuse when put like that. "All right, Kheldarson. Under two conditions."
"That is?"
"I get to leave when I find it too boring. And trust me, I will."
"And the other is?"
Dru grinned. "I get to bring Alucard."
Asilin sighed. "Fine, you can bring your gun. Just...try not to kill anyone this time."
"No one innocent, I promise."
Asilin smirked. "I quite agree. I assume you're bringing your sword?"
Dru smirked in reply. "Of course. I never leave without Brink. Don't you always carry your daggers?"
"Of course!"
""Well, there you go." The two of them grinned suddenly before heading out into the cold street.