Hellsing:Vacation

Chapter3:They should have sent a poet…

ZR: Okay readers, this is chapter three! Hope you like, and thanks to pyromaniacgrl for her reviews! So far… she is the only one who has. (hangs his head shamefully) I would like more people to review! It the only thing that keeps us writers alive!

Disclaimer: I don't ownz anything of Hellsing, except some of my characters, and my Dvds of Hellsing. XP

"Come on in Seras, don't be shy. Not like this house is possessed," John said as he opened the door.

Seras giggled slightly at the comment. "I'm not that shy. I'm just nervous at times," she walked into the house as he held the door open. "Thank you."

"I'm sure you are. And you're welcome," he walked in behind her.

She stopped just beyond the doorway gazing at the sight before her. Paintings of numerous sceneries, people, abstracts and such cluttered the walls and tabletops. The room floor was cluttered with scattered clothing, sketchbooks, mechanical pencils, a few mangas, his Xbox and Playstation were situated underneath a relatively small T.V over by the couch. And on the coffee table was his Alien ware. Typical artist male.

John walked up beside her, "Its not much, but its home for now."

"Looks like you could use some cleaning."

"Well the maid service sucks."

She looked at him quizzically, "How so?"

He looked back at her, "I set up a video camera in the entire building to see if they steal any of my stuff, well they didn't. But I saw that they took their time on everything. They would vacuum a little bit, then stop. They would make the bed a little, then stop. It took a four-woman crew to do the entire job five hours to clean the place, while 'normally' it take the same crew two hours."

"That's odd."

"Yeah, like everyone here is lazy….wait that didn't come out right…"

She giggled again. "Sounds like you just made a bad comment about yourself."

"I try not to, but I always do…some how. So, you wanted to see the sketch right?"

"Oh, I almost forgot."

"No worries," He walked into the bedroom, Seras followed. He went to ANOTHER sketchbook, picked it up and flipped the pages looking for it. Seras walked up behind him, and tried to look over his shoulder, unsuccessfully. He found the page and turned around to show her, but slammed his head into hers, knocking them both to the floor, and the book in between them. They both got up and grabbed at the book to pick it up, in the process, grabbing each other's hands. (SO original) They both blushed immediately and retracted their hands. Seras grabbed the book and looked at the sketch he made.

"…"

"So how do you like it?"

"I-I can't describe it John. Its so beautiful, it looks like it was cut from a picture," She gazed at the sketch of the Hawaiian sunset behind an eruption of Mauna Loa.

"Well it wasn't, all hand drawn. My hand kinda hurt after though."

"When was this made?"

"Oh its not done, I took a picture of it so I could continue drawing it after it was done. Nature doesn't do spectacles like that forever. It happened…oh I'd say around two…maybe three weeks ago."

"Can I see the picture," She asked.

"Well…"

"Oh come on, please?" she clasped her hands together and gave him her best 'Bambi' eyes look.

"Gahh, damn my chivalrous ways," He got up and led her to his laptop. He pulled up the file and showed it to her. She looked back and forth between the picture and the sketch.

"I'm still amazed that you got the lava down."

"Took a lot of research to do it. And a lot of failed attempts to do it," He sighed slightly. "But I did it."

"Aren't you going to finish it?"

"Gahh! I freaking forgot all about it!" He grabbed his sketchbook out of her hands, got up and rushed around looking for his utensils. "Shitshitshitshit!"

Seras stared at him throwing random things in the air looking for his drawing utensils. She sighed and leaned back on the couch, she looked next to the laptop to find the utensils. "Hey John," she picked them up, "They're right here."

He stopped what he was doing and stared at the ink pens in her hands. He ran over to her grabbing the pens and hugging her at the same time.

"Oh god! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" He let go of her sat down cross-legged on the floor and began to finish his artwork, leaving a very stunned, very blushing Seras on the couch. She was like that for at least two minutes until he shouted triumphantly, "Done!" She shook her head and looked at him. 'That's great John."

"Come on, I gotta go bring this in!" he grabbed his keys to his bike and opened the door. "Come on!" She got up and quickly jogged out the door after him. He was already on the bike by the time she reached it. He was holding onto her helmet and holding his arm out to her. "Get on, quick!" She grabbed the helmet, put it on and hopped onto the bike holding onto him tightly expecting another wheelie, which was what happened. This time she didn't scream she just held on tightly.

And as before he careened around corners so tight that she was amazed that they weren't dead….well, at least him anyway. "Where are we going?" she yelled.

"To the post office, I gotta mail this in before they close which is about…" he looked at the clock on the bike. "Ten minutes! We should be there in about one!"

ZR: Wow, did this chapter in all of…..two hours, now my hands hurt from typing so much… Any way, did you love it? Hate it? Or just ignored it? Review please!