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On a totally unrelated note, I got a Xanga! o.o That means that you people can SEE WHY I'm so lazy! X3 And perhaps seen some of Itaki the beta-beta's fanart. o.o She still owes me a Hellsing pic, I haven't forgotten... Link's in my profile.
Now, th next two chapters will be about the other pairings in the story IE IxM and I refuse to tell the other one. Because if you don't know...o.o Well. Bleh. Some people suggested it.
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Disclaimer: I only own Harley and the crazy things on her shirt.
After spending half the night trying to calm down Seras, Harley was in no mood to do anything but sleep. The blonde vampire had practically refused to show her face, her pale cheeks burning bright red. The teen had half a mind to go mouth off to Alucard, to get HIM to fix it, but she was suprised that he had the capability of being romantic. And since this was what she'd been aiming for, she grit her teeth and tried to get Seras to look normal again.
While this was much easier said than done, Harley managed to convince Seras that it was a great thing that Alucard kissed her, it should happen more often, she was getting her vampiric powers. She was finally able to go to sleep around four in the morning, looking forward to sleeping until noon.
Unfortunately, Integra had other plans.
Today was the day she was supposed to meet Father Enrico Maxwell to discuss the ball. That in itself was grindingagainst her nerves, but while Harley was playing the Love Doctor, she had come up with a plan. One could call it punishment, but since Harley would find loopholes if she said that, it was a "suggestion that you have no choice but obeying."
Integra woke up at eight, sporting a grin Alucard would have been proud of. She'd already told Walter what she planned to do. "In fact, I don't even think you should come, Walter," She told him. "Harley by herself is enough to strike fear into the hearts of any adult who thinks children should be civilized. We shouldn't have any problems, especially not out in public."
"Where are you going, Sir?" Walter asked, curious. He hadn't seen Integra look so...Alucard-ish in a while.
"The one place where Maxwell would never dare to try something," She replied, looking extremely devilish. Walter blinked.
"Church?"
"Other than that." She chuckled. "Starbucks."
There was a noise. In the foggiest recesses of her mind, Harley could hear a noise. This noise was pissing her off, simply because of the fact that she was conscience enough to know that she was hearing it. Practically snarling, she opened her eyes, ready to deathglare whatever dared to interrupt her beloved sleep.
She found herself staring right into Integar's own blue eyes.
Harley shrieked from suprise and fell off her bed, hitting the floor hard. "INTEGRA!" She yelped, rubbing her wounded bottom. "What's the big idea? I'm trying to sleep over here!" The woman chuckled, her arms crossed, grinning at the teen.
"Time for you to get up," She said. "And get dressed. We're leaving in an hour." Harley stood up, rubbing her head and blinking.
"Wha? Leaving? For where? And why so early?"
"Yes, we're leaving for the city, and it's only nine o' clock. We're going to meet the Vatican today. I only think it's fair that since it was your idea that you should also have the privilege of meeting them." Harley stared at her like she was insane.
"Wait a sec," She said, shaking her head. "I gotta go? But I barely got any sleep last night! I don't do good with holy folk around! I haven't been to church in ten years! Priests can smell these things!" Integra had to laugh at the excuses Harley was dishing out. She knew that the teen would put up a fight, but not such an entertaining one.
"You have two choices, Harley," She said, smiling. "You can stay here-" Harley's face lit up,"-and have to stay in this room, not being allowed to go anywhere else except to the bathroom. You would only be allowed to eat, sleep, and breathe. You will not be allowed to do anything that could be considered 'fun', nor shall you be allowed any sort of mental contact with Alucard. And if you do, I shall put aluminim foil on your head and a bullet in his."
Harley's eyes were huge at the prospect of being forced to be in one room, twenty-four hours a day with nothing to do. It was her worst nightmare; She'd probably explode. "...Fine, I'll go," She growled. "But I ain't gonna like it..."
"We're going to Starbucks."
"Have I told you how much of a good person you are, Integra?" Harley said, switching moods almost immediately. Integra smirked, patting her on the head.
"Just hurry and get dressed."
A half hour later, Harley was jogging down the stair case quickly pulling her hair up to the best of her ability. She'd just spent about fifteen minutes trying to figure out what one would wear in the presence of Holy Men. During this period, Mince showed up, rubbing againist the teen's legs and meowing loudly. She was hungry and demanding to be fed. Harley ignored her a little and finally figured out what to wear.
Integra stared at her as she rushed down the stairs and bolted into the kitchen, juggling Mince and a small backpack. "Five minutes!" She said as she ran past, nearly tripping over her own feet. The blonde woman crossed her arms, tempted to light a cigar, but decided againist it. No use to smoke yet until she had a reason to.
Harley came rushing back out five minutes later, panting. "S-sorry," She apologized, rubbing her eyes as Integra surveryed her clothes. It was simple, at least compared to most of the clothes Harley loved: Just a black tanktop that read "Nittle Grasper" in white letters and some camo pants. The only jewelry she had on was a small cross and a leather bracelet. A black jacket was wrapped around her waist, and to top it off, Mince was happily sitting on her shoulder.
Integra pointed to the cat, who meowed happily. "Every time I put her down, she digs her claws into my legs," Harley murmered. "Besides, I need to get some kitty food to feed her..." The blonde woman raised an eyebrow, debating whether or not to let the kitten come.
Maybe Maxwell's allergic to cats... She thought with a grin and nodded.
"Alright, she can come. Now, let's hurry up. It's 9:30, we need to be there by 10:30, and I'm not sure how traffic will be..."
"Uhh...I have one question..." Harley said, looking at her. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are we going to Starbucks of all places? I mean, it's not exactly the place I woulda picked..."
"That's because you would have picked out some place that includes Jolt Cola, Playstation games, and all the headbanging music you could get your hands on..."
The teen thought about this for a moment. "...Touche, Integra...You win this round-"
"I also won the last."
They eyed each other for a minute. "...No need to be a smart ass..."
"March outside, Harley, before I make it so you become handcuffed to your bed."
Harley ran outside.
Suprisingly, the Starbucks was nearly empty, save for a few old men reading papers. Harley had hid Mince in her back pack, just in case cats weren't allowed. They weren't. "Hey, Integra?" Harley said as they sat down. "Any of these old farts with the Vatican?"
Integra chuckled, shaking her head. "No, Maxwell is actually young."
"How young?"
The blonde woman shrugged. She really didn't know, though in her opinion, he acted like a five year old. "Younger than most." Harley fell silent, looking around. Integra watched her, mentally timing how long it would be before she got bored. She was amazed that after five minutes, the teen hadn't done anything to show she was bored in the least.
Could it be possible that Harley is maturing?
Harley suddenly plastered herself to the window. "INTEGRA! CHECK OUT THAT HOT GUY!" She cried, practically drooling. "THE GUY WITH THE BLONDE HAIR AND SUNGLASSES! I THINK HE'S A COP!" She grinned. "And if he is, he can handcuff me ANYDAY, MAN he is gorgeous."
Integra sweatdropped. Nope, just my imagination.
"No, hey, come back, cutie!" She cried to the man. "Hey, don't leave, come in, get some coffee!" The man actually turned and stared at the plastered teenager and sweatdropped. "YES, COME IN, COME IN NOW!"
He continued walking.
Harley nearly fell off the seat. "Damn it!"
Integra sighed, shaking her head, looking up when she heard the doors open. She smirked slightly to herself as Maxwell walked in, looking a little disheveled. She was about to say something when,surprisingly, Alexander Anderson walked in after him. Harley actually shrieked when she saw the tall man.
She was so small, he was a giant compared to her.
Integra clamped a hand over her mouth as Maxwell spotted her and approached with narrowed eyes. "Hellsing," He said.
"Maxwell," She replied.
Harley pulled the woman's hand off of her mouth and stared at Maxwell. "Hey, you aren't old!" She exclaimed, and he stared at her, along with Anderson. "And neither are you!"
"Harley!" Integra hissed. "Behave yourself!"
"And who would this be?" Maxwell asked, crossing his arms and looking at Integra. "She's not a vampire-"
"No shit, Sherlock," Harley answered, crossing her own arms and standing up on the bench. "Name's Harley Sunderland." She looked over his shoulder over at Anderson, who looked a little bit uncomfortable. "And who are you?"
"Alexander Anderson," He replied, smiling a little at her. She blinked and climbed off of the bench, onto the floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and he looked down at her.
"...You're really tall..."
"...An' ye're very short..."
They regarded each other for a moment while Integra suddenly got an idea. It was clear that Harley wasn't going to be able to sit still for very long, so why not keep her entertained at the Vatican's expense? "Harley, I think I saw a music store nearby..." She started, noticing how the teen perked up instantly. "Why don't you go and see what they have?"
Harley was instantly picking her back pack but then grabbed Anderson's arm. "Sure! And this guy'll come with me, since I'm so young and helpless!" She said, grinning and tugging. The priest blinked and looked at Maxwell, who nodded and sneezed suddenly.
"That's strange..." He murmered as Harley dragged the blonde man out. "I never sneeze unless cats are around..."
Integra grinned.
Sorry this chapter has been late, but my brain's been hurting lately... x-x I hope you all forgive me! o.o And there's a second part to this chapter, but me'sa hope that you guys like this part. The next part will be my favorite, I can't wait to get started.
Excuse me if anyone is terribly OOC, but it's thundering outside. OO And I'm scared of thunder. You know the drill!
Adios! (Oh, one more thing: I got an account on deviant Art. o.o I'll put that link up also.)