Disclaimer: If I owned Hellsing I would be here writing this, I would be vacationing somewhere :D

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I will work a little more to my sonic fic in a little bit, but, right now, food... 3

(Oh man, so many things wrong with this chapter! x.x I had to reload it 4 times now.. The preview lies! xD)

Why me. Why.

Seras replayed those thoughts in her mind as she sat, hunched over slightly, watching the scene play out before her. Dust the chandelier. A simple command. Get a ladder, climb it, hit something with feathers for a few moments, then climb down. It didn't have to be thorough, it didn't have to be hard. Just dust.

'It was the ladder that started this mess...' She thought quietly, watching idly as a horse galloped through the main room, followed closely by Pip, trying his best to rope it with what looked like a power cord.

It had been innocent. She rounded up the Wild Geese, and told them what Walter told her. That, their duties that they were paid for were being changed. Instead of being an extra division, for the next few days they would be paid for cleaning services. And, the first thing they needed to do, was dust that dammed chandelier in the main room.

First, the ladder wouldn't open. The hinges that kept it balanced were stuck, and, of course, leave it to them to think that instead of working with it, hitting it with the blunt of their rifles would work. Well, it did, and it also yanked the hinges off their screws. Not seeing any problem with this, it was climbed, held up by two. The two, not having enough sense to just stand still, knocked it over. The poor man dusting fell, but held onto the chandelier. Said ladder fell, busting a large window wide open. A few ran to the back shed to get an extra ladder to get the man down, but apparently forgot to shut the door, the horses kept in the back for training getting free.

That's about when Seras walked in, walking carefully around the glass, glanced up to the dangling man, sat down, and watched the futile attempts to clean up, without a word. What could she say?

"Hey Sherash!" Slurred Pip as he walked past her, horse following with the power cord lasso. He handed it off to another man, then plopped down beside her, lighting up a cigarette, "Hey.. Hey, aren't we doing a great job cleanin' up? I 'ave.. no idea.. 'Ow all those horshes got in.. Nope.." He took a long drag, then popped open his canister, taking a swig, then offered it to the fuming vampire, "PIP! This is ALL your guys' fault! You were supposed to clean, not massacre! And gimmeh that!" She swiped up the canister as he took a sip, leaving him sputtering.

She stormed out of the room, the sound of the man dangling finally letting go, landing with a thump, followed by a bunch of drunken cackles from his comrades. Idiots.

It was raining again today.

Integral Hellsing sat in her usual office chair, turned away from her desk and to the window. You couldnt see anything, just the foggy blue chill of the water streaming down the window pane. She breathed out, her breath hanging in the air. What a day for a vacation. 'I guess this might be the best day.. To get away from the rain..' She frowned and put her hand up on the window, leaving an imprint of her hand in the foggy moisture, then removed it. It looked so.. small. Small, compared to the one next to it...

"Come to say goodbye, Alucard?"

The hand print next to hers disappeared, covered by a gloved one. Alucard stood, leaning up against the glass pane, looking down at his master, lips smirking gently, "I'm allowed to, aren't I?" He slid down to sit next to her on her desk, folding his legs and watching the window where she continued to stare, ".. You know, no matter how long you look, nothing is going to change. Rain is rain."

Integral was silent, frowning still at the slowly fading hand prints,".. I am aware of that." She stood and sighed, pushing up her glasses a bit to secure them, then turned to her desk. Walter had cleaned it up, and readied her, "I just.. Have a bad feeling about all this.. Don't give me that look either, you know my bad feelings are usually correct." She added, huffing in his smirking direction.

"I do not doubt that, my Master... But, if you do feel bad, why not take me with you?" His fangy grin was priceless, eyes sparkling behind yellow tinted shades. She stared up at him, narrowing her eyes, "And why would you want to come? To drive me more up the wall?"

"Come now Master, do you really believe you need this?"

She looked away at that, opening up her desk drawer, rummaging around for her pack of cigars, "No. I don't think I need this, but I am hardly ever able to do Walter a favor, and if me going away for a few days will please him there isn't much for me to say about it." She found what she was looking for, and pulled one out.

"I wouldn't light that if I were you Master. When you go outside it will just go out again. Rain, remember?"

She grinded her teeth a moment and nodded, grudgingly setting it on the table, "I am aware of that. I just think it would help me restrain myself from throwing you out that very window."

The silence that followed was cold, colder than the rain outside. Not for Alucard, but for Integral, who slowly felt more drained by the moment. Alucard just hmmed, and walked forward, picking up the cigar, and handed it to her, the tip already letting off a gently, bluish smoke, "Why let a little rain deny what you enjoy best, Master?"

And so it was settled. The taxi car rolled up to the gates, and honked. Walter smiled out the window, and picked up the single suitcase Integral had packed, along with the two others he had packed for her, "Sir Hellsing, your cab awaits." He smiled quietly as she walked out of her room, cigar in hand, "Thank you Walter." Reaching for the suitcases he danced out of her way, and before she could protest, strode down the stairs.

She smirked softly after him. He would take care of things. She started down the stairs, closely followed by a big, black dog. Its maw was wide open in some sort of comical, morbid grin, large tail wagging furiously behind him. She rolled her eyes, it was a good thing she was taking him with her, things might get out of hand if he stayed. Yes, everything was going to be okay...

Then, her heart stopped.

Feathers were everywhere, littering the main hall. The chandelier hung lopsided from the ceiling, threatening to give way any moment. Glass laid with the feathers, the sources coming from the empty pillow cases laying around and the one large broken window. She crinkled her nose involuntarily, the soft, dusty smell of manure coming from... Ah.. Look, a horse.

She, along with Walter, stood on the spot, gaping at the scene before them. The dog started barking, but it sounded too much like whooping laughter than a bark. Sitting in the middle of this was a circle of men, all singing drunkishly, waving their guns and bottles around.

"What in the name of Hell..." She muttered gently, ignoring the horn sounds from outside. Walter straightened up, looking absolutely livid. He pursed his lips and took a hold of her shoulders, putting a rain coat around her and ushering her out the door, "I will clean it up, see you in a few days, have a nice time." A peck on the cheek, and she was outside in the rain.

Her canine companion was still laughing up a storm as she closed the door of the cab. The driver smiled to her calmly, then started up the engine with a cough, "Some weather we're 'avin' Aye? Yup, glad I got the 'ol girl's heater fixed before this whole mess. What's wrong with you? Ya look like you just saw a ghost! I don't blame ya though, ol' Hellsing manor always gave me the creeps. Nice dog ya 'ave there by the way, I 'ad one like it once, name was Scotty and he..."

But Integral never heard what exactly Scotty did, she had tuned him out on the word weather. Looking back as her home slowly rolled out of sight behind another building, she sighed, hoping her hardest it would still be there when she got back...

Like I said. Foooood :3