"Please keep in a single-file line!" loudly spoke the police chief while making a wide gesture to a particular line. "Buses one and two are full. Please get in a different line."

"Families must sit together. Please give them room!" added another. "No children who are under fourteen in human years are allowed on this trip."

Busses lined the main street in Gehenna as people flocked to board them and go to what will eventually become a "new Gehenna". Police and HELLSING operatives alike did their best to make sure that everything ran smoothly and that everyone who was able and signed up had everything they needed. Many were overwhelmed by the smell of diesel that radiated from the large vehicles, and were surprised at the heat that they could generate. Many of the people here had never even boarded the bus before. Many more had never left Gehenna before. Yet, here they were on what they would be right in calling the adventure of a lifetime.

There was excitement and there was a touch of fear in the mix. Fortunately, the crowd was very well-behaved and there wasn't any need for HELLSING soldiers other than to help direct the flow of traffic. There were guards on the buses, mostly for the protection of the supernaturals on board. They were not permitted to sit for the two hour journey that they would be enduring, although they could lean on walls. Those seats were precious and needed to be saved for passengers. Even Roger Winery, a representative from Supernatural Relations, had to stand despite the pain in his feet. He would endure, however.

Following behind the buses was a pitch black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows, carrying a trio of demons. Yes, even Sebastian tagged along, free due to the fact that Luka had school. He had arranged for Kristopherson to pick the boy up from school so that he was free to aide his masters in production wherever he could. They would probably stay in a hotel for the night, despite everyone else assembling campsites. Alois objected to not staying with them, but the Watchdog was having none of it. Still, with their combined strength, they would prove to be a very useful asset to the cause, no doubt.

People couldn't fall asleep over the two hour journey, although they grew more restless by the minute. They crowded the tinted windows, staring out in awe as the scenery rode past, showing a world that they had never seen before. There were open fields with animals roaming them. People were excited, pointing fingers and gasping with delight at the many sights that were available outside of the city of London. There were trees and lots of them. There was a whole forest that they had to drive through, astonishing a good portion of Gehennians, as few of them had seen so much green in their lives.

Their excitement grew as they drew closer, passing through a massive metal fence and reaching what appeared to be industrial ruins hidden away in woods. This was the city that they were going to rebuild. There was equipment and materials scattered here and there as well as human workers putting things together and clearing out more before arranging the clutter in piles. This facility was practically a town on its own, made of large warehouses, office buildings, and massive structures that housed heavy machinery. Yet, this concrete city begun going back to nature, with cracks in the roads and dirt replacing concrete. Greenery took over as plants crawled up walls and grew wherever they saw fit. At last, the buses stopped and the doors opened, prompting those aboard to step out. They were greeted by HELLSING operatives, who had instructions for them.

"That area over there is the camp that you will be staying at until proper housing is completed." the officer said, holding a megaphone to their lips. "The sooner they're built, the sooner you can upgrade. That said, there are a few rules you must follow while here."

For the most part, everything was the same in terms of conditions. The laws were the same. The safety precautions were a tad different, but nothing that was a hassle. It was a very long lecture that didn't present much new information to anyone, but was necessary just in case.

After that, people broke off into what tasks they would like to take on. Some went straight to piecing things together, while others joined the human workers in the construction that they were undertaking. More still went to joining the humans in taking things apart and hauling them out before organizing them. The goal was to start in one building before going to the next. This particular building was an old office building, but was going to be refurbished and remade into housing. The rest of the supernaturals went to making sure camp was inhabitable and ship-shape, occasionally borrowing items from the scrap pile temporarily.

That's what most of the teenagers were doing. They and a few adults were cooperating to make sure that everyone was comfortable while staying here, unpacking what they had with them and organizing the area so it was habitable. In truth, there were a few living quarters already finished, but there was going to be a serious problem in designating who got them first. Officials running the operation would have to reach a consensus as to who received priority.

This is actually why the demons were working on the camp instead of the "real" work, actually. They figured that the priority should be placed on families with children, but it was hard being so choosey over the matter. It was tough to look at those faces and choose which would sleep outside or not. Thus, they did their best to make this camp organized and comfortable, helping start a fire for warmth as Sebastian got started preparing as many meals as possible.

Halfway through the day, everyone took a break for food, and that's where the real work actually began. Serving was not a task that Sebastian was given. Instead, he was instructed by his master to continue work where it was left off, going inside to work his diabolical magic.

"Hey, Sir Phantomhive!" called out one of the soldiers, interrupting the duo as they sat around and ate with the others. Once they both turned their heads to look the HELLSING operative's way, they continued. "What is your butler doing, running in and out of the buildings?"

"Working." bluntly answered the Watchdog. "Trust me, you'll be glad he did."

"What's he up to?" asked one of the supernaturals seated near them, a sorcerer, by the looks of him.

"Probably finishing up the building, if lunch goes a bit long." chimed in the menace. "Man can rebuild an entire manor house from a pile of charred rubble in a matter of hours."

There was shocked murmuring all around at the claim. It seemed impossible, but these people knew "impossible" better than anyone. If such magic exists, that was brilliant news.

"If he can do that, then why are we here?" questioned one.

"Good question." Ciel observed. "He isn't familiar with all of the plans, for starters, and it is best for this place to be built to the specifications of those who will be living here, yes?"

There were a couple utterance of agreement along with nodding and shrugging at that. It made sense, although work wasn't the most fun of activities. Many of them simply wanted to explore, despite being explicitly instructed not to for their own safety. Some were just content to write down what they saw in journals, documenting it for their friends and families back home.

Eventually, Sebastian could be seen chatting with a few workers, only to have a look of horror wash over their faces before rushing into the building. Without missing a beat, the butler turned toward the camp and started walking their way with a wide grin. He seemed rather pleased with himself, and the other demons knew why. Setting down his plate, Ciel stood up to meet him halfway.

"I take it you're done?" the Phantomhive asked, prompting the butler to straighten up. All the while, however, he still wore a smug expression.

"Yes, sir. The construction workers didn't seem too thrilled, however." explained Sebastian with a small bow.

"Well, you've thrown their schedule for a loop, is why." Ciel replied. "I wouldn't worry about it. They'll just have to decide if they want to shut it down for the day or not. There's still more projects to start."

"If I had instructions, I could get started on them myself, sir."

"Nah, let them have their jobs. They get paid by the day."

"As you wish, sir."

"Can we have a look?" inquired the menace, appearing from behind the Watchdog while gesturing to the building.

"By all means." the butler replied. "Go on in."

There was a bounce in Alois' step as he made his way to the building. Right away, he had his breath taken from him as his eyes wandered the inside. It was so clean. Pristine, even, without a single crack in the floor or a speck of dirt. The stairs were in full repair, as were the floors, walls, and ceiling. Proper modifications had been made to change these offices into living space according to plan. Some apartments were going to be a tighter fit than others, but it would suit some. The wiring was hooked up and so was the water, just waiting to be turned on. Now, it was sparsely furnished, with only what was explicitly in the blueprints there. Still, it was more than a start.

It had hardly been half a day, and the first building, which was supposed to take a few weeks at the very least to finish, was complete. All that had to be done now was assigning rooms and setting up a system of management, really. In this building alone, they could house approximately half of the people they had brought, but to be fair, they would most likely house them all, as several families living in one house was not uncommon in Gehenna.

"It might be another day before we get the room situation sorted out." Ciel said while the duo looked around, earning a knowing nod from his spouse.

"Well, we'll leave that to those in charge of that, I suppose." Alois answered. "We'll send them our notes and observations, and then they'll take it from there. Job well done." Holding out his hand, the pair playfully shook like good coworkers. That is until Alois tugged on his spouses arm and pulled him close enough for a peck on the cheek. He then locked arms, a gesture that was not rejected by the Watchdog as the bluenette put his free hand on the other's.

"This could really work." grinned the one-eyed Phantomhive. "I mean, I knew it would, but actually seeing it is something else..."

"I know what you mean..." stated the menace, resting his head on Ciel's shoulder. "We should go see if someone has a plan for what we're going to do next, yeah?"

"Lead the way."


A/: I'm sorry, I'm cutting this off so there will be at least A update tonight. I'm actually supposed to be reading a book for school... I have a paper due Friday on what I thought about it. My opinion thus far is that I really don't care for it.

So that is my life at the moment. But I must endure for my art.

"Art"... pfft!

I just don't wanna do it. It should be one of those essays that comes easy to me. It only needs to be a page, so that isn't a problem. It's the reading part... I don't want to... They always pick books I don't like...

It's not that deep, people!

I wanna keep writing... This is the start of something great... But alas, it must wait until I write something else...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "roger - hi, i'm trans too! how did your ""journey"" of discovering/figuring out your transness go? do you like the fact that you're trans, or would you be cis if you could be?" by cercocarpus

Roger: "Uh, it's kind of a classic, really. Didn't feel comfortable as a woman. Never did. Not like in a 'being a woman is hard' way- and it is- but this was physical. Me body wasn't right. Ever hear of 'phantom limb syndrome'? There was some of that. I still have it.

So after years of looking around and swapping titles, I figured out that I am a trans man. Only problem is, me parents didn't care too much for that. Long story short, I had to leave. I came to London like a lot of starry-eyed kids with dreams of a better life and searched around for a job, only to wind up at HELLSING on accident. It works out just fine, since they cover transition on their insurance, but I do miss me family, sometimes, even if they were awful. Occasionally, they send a card I always feel bad about taking money they send since I never write back or talk to them, but they also address it to 'Rebecca', so the feeling's kinda lukewarm, isn't it?

As much as I like who I am, being cis would definitely be easier, yeah. Also cheaper. Insurance covers a lot, but not all of it, y'know? Fortunately, the pay here is really good, because I'm not sure how much ramen noodles I can stand. More importantly, though, I would also have a better relationship with my body, I think and that's a big issue I and a lot of others probably have. I think I'd rather be a cis man, but that's not gonna happen. I've accepted that. Because of it, things are going to be trickier, but I'm working hard to be a happy person and go through life with a positive attitude. No use in crying over it, is there? I just gotta make it work and I will. I'm a work in progress, but I'll be just fine."

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Question: "Luka: How good are you at shooting now?" by raynaheart23

Luka: "Pretty good! I'm still practising, though. Sebastian's going to take me hunting soon, I think!"