After an afternoon of deliberating with Sir Hellsing, many of the antifreak leaders agreed to give the orgnisation funds for their new project. They were going to transform an abandoned government facility into a city for supernaturals. This added to the donations from the Phantomhives, the Midfords, and members of the original sensational seven.
There were special requests and conditions, of course. Several countries wanted to send some of their supernaturals who struggled living in their home countries to live there. The numbers were small and it was estimated that it could work. This was actually seen as a benefit, as it justified the expansion further. Those who lived in Phantom House already weren't enough. Even with the new numbers, they would still have plenty of space. The base was hidden in a forest, making it prime realistate for supernaturals, but whether or not these people who were accustomed to city living would fair well at first was yet to be determined. Surely, they would learn eventually.
A phonecall interrupted the duo's daily activities, prompting Alois to get up from his spot moping. The blonde laid on one of their new sofas. This one was much more comfortable than the last and he had taken a liking to sleeping their when he was bored with nothing to do. Initially, the call was answered by Ciel, as he was closer to the phone, but he handed it to Alois and told him that Integra had news for him.
Groaning, Alois took the device and placed it up to his ear. Ciel hadn't been told what the news was yet, so all he could do was listen to Alois make various noises that indicated that he was listening. Eventually, this stream was interrupted by an excited "really?!" and a gasp of air. The sound made the Watchdog crack a smile.
The menace was so excited that he practically dropped the phone back onto the receiver so that he could turn to his beau. "Guess what~!" he chimed, walking around the desk to the bluenette's side.
"Good news?" his beau questioned.
"The best news. We got money~!" Alois said in a sing-song voice while doing a little dance. He held out his hands and pulled the other up from his seat, forcing the Watchdog to dance with him.
"Well, of course! You were really great out there. First try, too! I was really impressed." grinned Ciel. He moved without grace, as the dance wasn't choreographed or predictable, but he tried his best. His beau was happy and ha had to join in on it.
"That's not all! She wants me to help encourage residents of Gehenna to pitch in. There's gonna be a whole campaign! She wants their input on it as well to find out what they need. There's going to be a meeting at the church and everything!"
"That's wonderful news!" the bluenette declared, completely infected by the blonde's bright smile. "We should celebrate!"
"How are we gonna do that?"
"However you like. I'm fine with anything from an extravagant date, to buying a supermarket cake and bringing it back here."
"Cake sounds nice..."
"It does, doesn't it?"
"We should go get some." stated Alois. "I'll go put on actual clothes."
"What? You're not going to go out in short shorts and a shirt that says 'fuck off' using the NATO phonetic alphabet?" jokingly asked the bluenette.
"Sierra Uniform Charlie Kilo Mike Yankee Delta India Charlie Kilo."
"Is that an order, or…?"
"Going to go get dressed now." the menace loudly declared while walking out of the room, leaving his spouse to laugh and shake his head.
The two suited up and headed out, informing the butler of their trip. The man wished them a good time and went back to his task. It was one that took much pleading and negotiating with the menace, but since the man's brother wanted it so badly, he had to concede, although he did it with obvious reluctance.
"Be careful. Keep a firm grip, but don't lock yourself in place." Sebastian instructed, putting his hand on the shoulder of the youngest Macken brother as the boy took his aim.
At the moment, Luka was undergoing instruction on how to shoot. Before the lad could even dream of hunting, he had to know how to behave around a gun. So, in the garden, they fixed up a few targets for him to work with.
"Okay." Luka said. He tried to nudge the ear protectors on his head back in place with his shoulder. It was much to big for him, but it's what they had. Then, he got back into place.
"Now, aim a little above where you want to shoot on the target." said the butler. "Breathe… and… fire!"
The gun went off, forcing the boy back a bit and causing his headset to almost fall off. No matter how many times he did this, he was startled a bit. The weapon was so loud- much louder than on television. In a matter of moments, he remembered to turn the safety back on without being asked this time. Then, he lowered the gun and looked at his target to see if he hit it.
"Very good!" praised the butler. "You were much closer than last time!"
"The pellets are supposed to spray out, so it shouldn't miss at all..." the lad said, disappointed at only hitting the target on the edge.
"The kick is hard to control at first. You're getting there." Sebastian said. "This is only your first day. The master took much longer. Then again, he wanted to quit right away."
"Ciel did?"
"Yes… The master was a bit of a… handful when he was younger. You didn't hear that from me, though."
Luka laughed at the man's poking fun at the Watchdog, finding it funny that Ciel would ever behave in such a way. Ciel didn't seem like a person who would ever do something like that to Luka. He was just so "grown up" that it seemed unlikely.
"Can we go again?" asked the boy, looking up at the butler. His gaurdian simply smiled and said:
"Certainly. There's still one bullet left. Get back into position."
Both of them were unaware that they were being watched from the window by the remaining resident of the household. It was the one who was the most quiet when not being "grouchy". Revy ticked every box when it comes to symptoms of your typical teenage angst, but like most people, had his own very real problems.
Walking away from the window, he made his way back to his room. He didn't like that Luka was being taught how to shoot for some reason. He didn't know why, but he did. In addition, he was jealous of the duo constantly spending time together. Yes! He was jealous! Sebastian also spent more time with Luka. It seemed like Revy was the only one in the house without a "buddy". Part of him did like it, yes. Not having to keep up with another person or schedule around them was a perk, but the revenant did feel a bit lonely. Even at work, he felt a touch isolated at times, even when he was the center of attention.
It was tough being the "younger brother" of Gehenna's most important person. Revy felt as though he couldn't compare. Sometimes, it seemed like he was expected to be like Alois, given their shared face and body. He hated it. No matter how hard he tried to establish his own identity, nothing seemed to work. What were his interests? Browsing the internet? Even Luka liked things. Learning how to shoot and hunt was one of them. Certainly, the lad and their butler would have taught him as well if he asked, but Revy just didn't share the interest. Besides, he already knew how to shoot.
Once he entered his bedroom, he shut and locked the door behind him. Posters adorned the wall and other decorative items were placed on shelves. The lad's police uniform was hung neatly on a hanger on the back of his door, courtesy of Sebastian. Revy's floor would have been littered with clothes if it wasn't for the butler. Revy's thoughts were not on cleanliness, however, as he walked to the bathroom.
Routinely, he felt compelled to look into the mirror at "his" face. No matter what, he couldn't see it as his own. The eyes were his primary distinguishing feature, with black covering what was supposed to be white. With a sigh, Revy reached up and held a lock of messy blonde hair between his finger and thumb, lamenting at how long it had gotten. When it was long, he especially looked like the menace, which was why he kept it trimmed, but he hadn't gone in a while. He would have to sometime soon. Perhaps they could help him find a style to suit him or somewhat separate him from his brother a little more.
He had tried parting it every which way, but it always wanted to part on his right, just like Alois'. Admittedly, the lad hadn't the slightest idea as to how to style hair, but he tried. Goodness knows he did. Although he had money and could go get his hair cut at any time, he was hesitant until he knew what he wanted.
Part of him wanted to do something extreme, but the rest of him wanted to stay "ordinary". Revy didn't know if he had the courage to be as bold as he wanted. In fact, he felt stupid for thinking that his happiness was somehow tied to his appearance, but he felt self-conscious. Almost everything about his appearance made him feel that way.
As per usual, he felt compelled to lift his T-shirt and examine his abdomen. The stitches were long gone, but a scar remained from a sword that was once thrust through this body he wore. It was the only thing that never healed back completely, despite having recovered from rotting away into nothing but a skeleton under six feet of dirt. This body was feminine, but it didn't seem "right". There was always something "off". He couldn't shake it or even decide what it was.
Revy wondered if he would ever know. He had his doubts. If he could get even a hint, he might be closer to finding out what to do about it.
A/N: This took a turn that I didn't expect. I am okay with this.
Question: If Revy were to dye his hair, what colour should he pick? I need to know.
I just remembered a thing I wanted to do, so I'll probably start that in the next chapter.
Ah... I'm having the same problem as I did last chapter... I just can't think of anything to say! I guess I'll just leave it here for the day, then.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
