A/N: Haloo. 0.o;;; Umm. . .Yeah. XD; First fic in a genre's always hard (espically with two characters like this! .; ) The dynamic between Integra and alucard has always fascinated me and thus, when I finally got up the lack of lazy-ness, I wrote a fic for them.

So, yeah. Read and review! Pardon the mad!symbolism and enjoy. X3;

Miru

DISCLAIMER: Woah. I don't own hellsing. But I'm totally broke anywways, so unless you want my rats (which you can't have) no sue-age. Haha. I like my pun. .

Cat and mouse

Cat and mouse. It was their favorite game. No matter how many times it was played neither would tire, the repetitions and strategies only becoming more and more thrilling as the tempo increased with experience.

In the game of cat and mouse, as tradition has it, the predator selects it's prey, a small moving target to occupy it's time and belly. As the cat chases the mouse runs and as the mouse runs the cat toys. In the end, the mouse either finds itself back, safe in it's den with defeat and shame or ends-up in the cat's jaws, a tasty morsel.

And yet, it was their game. So, who was the cat and who was the mouse?

Now, one would be inclined to believe it to be the vampire. After all, how many ages have gone by as he lay in wait, muscles coiled too-ready to pounce? And yet, he has truly held his title only for a very small time, as it was robbed when he found a little mouse pinned to a basement wall.

Unsheathing his claws he grinned, then purred in surprise as the mouse grew claws of her own and began to fight back.

Such a treasure would be a shame to waste on dinner.

And she, at the start only felt an anger, and a vengeance to match. But slowly, the game grew to suit her until she was no longer a mouse with claws but a cat with power, honor and control.

And she, would never allow her will to break. One who would not budge an inch allowing her subtleties to work their venom in stead of the more brash ineffective tools of her ancestors.

And he, would never let her go, one with who he could chase and toy an equal at his every thought.

And thus their game. One would be cat, chase, chase, plan and pounce: A perfectly executed attack to capture the mouse. But soon, the mouse would break free, resuming its rightful place as Cat, taking the thrown it so deserves.

And what's the goal? Why the prize? For how could either admit defeat?

But for a woman too complex for mortals and a monster on a leash, cat and mouse is the best of games.

So what would happen should one finally win?

It'd never happen.

The fun's all in the chase.