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Monday, July 9, 2007


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So, Random Vlad cuteness: THE HAT.


Vlad looked at the beautiful item through the shop window. It was a hat. A brown and white aviation hat. With goggles.
Love at first site.
The four-year-old pressed his face up to the glass. His breath left marks, as did his face, but he didn't care.
In Vlad's world, it was only him and the hat.
He could hear his mother's voice on the cold city street.
"Vlad! Whacha lookin' at?" she asked, clearly in a good mood. He pointed. "Ohhh, a hat." she said. Vlad thought she sounded impressed. Seras and Karen, also present, thought she sounded sarcastic. Sara was actually pleased she had found something Alucard would buy the child.
Sooooo pleased....
"You want it, Vlad?" she asked. Vlad's head was bobbing up and down frantically, like a fish out of water. "Ok, maybe for Christmas!" Sara said. Vlad pouted. "I want it now!" he stated. Sara smiled and lifted him up. "Fine, I'll put up the nice, big thing I got you for Christmas you woulda loved..." Sara baited.
"...OK!" Vlad said with a smile. Sara blinked. Karen and Seras were trying not to laugh.
Trying, not succeeding.
"Her FACE..." Seras giggled. "Oh my God, Sara, you look so stupid right now!" Karen said. Sara slowly shook her head, then did what she swore she would only do in extreme emergencies.
"No, Vlad... Sorry." she squeaked.
Vlad's world stopped.
Momma just said no.
Daddy said no.
Aunt Integra and Aunt Seras said no.
Aunt Karen and that Bastard Anderson said no.
Uncle Corwyn said no.
Momma NEVER said no to her little Vlad...
Vlad's eyes were huge as his mother simply dragged him off, literally. The boy weighed next-to-nothing as he pondered on the last three words he heard.
Alucard smiled. Sara had been waiting in the basement for him. Her hair was pulled back into a braid so her soft, pale neck showed. She was wearing the outfit he loved most, a tight, low green sweater and a short peek-a-boo black skirt.
Sexy, he thought, licking his lips.
And she was wearing LIPSTICK.
Meaning she was HORNY.
That, and her own mix CD had been playing Vanessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles.
Alucard moaned.
Sara smiled.
"Before all that, you have to promise to do something for me."
"ANYTHING TO GET THAT DAMNED SWEATER OFF OF YOU."

"Buy him a HAT?!" Alucard questioned. Sara nodded, cuddling up to him. "Yeah. It's simple enough, huh?" Alucard blinked. "I was expecting you to ask me to start a Nuclear War or something... Sure, I can get our kid a hat. What store?" "Carpennetti's, on 15th and Longmun."

Vlad and Riviera were looking at the presents expectantly. "Just go to sleep tonight, and when you wake up, you can open them!" Sara said, stroking her son's hair. Vlad pouted. First, Sir Integra said he had to get a haircut, and Momma said he could open one present if he did, so he let Granduncle Walter cut his hair. Then, when he went to open the gift he was SURE was his hat, Riviera started begging Aunt Seras to open a present. Now Vlad had to wait until morning to open his hat, put it on his head, and spend the rest of his young years on Cloud Nine.
Sara looked over at Alucard and winked.
+He's so happy you got him the hat!+
/..What hat?/
+The hat you said you'd give him... DID YOU FORGET?!+
/...No??
+ALUCARD, YOU SORRY BASTARD!+
/I'm sorry./
+Well, we'll never, EVER use the fondue again now...+
/Oh, come ON!/

"Walter... I know it's late, but PLEASE get up!" Alucard pleaded, standing over the old man's bed. Walter looked up at Alucard. "I have a mission, otherwise I'd do this my self, but PLEASE, go to the Carpennetti's down on 15th and Longmun and buy the Aviation hat in the window?" Alucard kept begging. Walter sat up. "Why?"
"...I promised Vlad... I would get him this hat... and... I... kinda.."
"Forgot. You forgot." Walter finished.
"...Yeah..."
Walter sighed, knowing all too well of Alucard's predicament.

ENGLAND, 1954
"DAAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYYY!" Johnathan Dollneaz called from the stairwell. Walter looked up at his young son. Johnathan maneuvered his way down the stairs without hitting his mother, Christina, or Alucard as they threaded popcorn together. Walter hugged and lifted his three-year-old child. "What is it, John?" he asked. "Is my bike ready?!" Johnathan asked.
Walter got extremely quiet. "Daddy?" Johnathan asked. Christina looked up, a strand of brown hair hitting her yellow eyes. "Wally.. You DID get him his bike, correct?" Walter remained quiet. "WALTER..." Christina called.
Walter set Johnathan down. "Go play with Mr. Alucard." he said, kissing the boy on the forehead. Johnathan smiled at his babysitter. Alucard looked up. "You want to play" "OUTSIDE!!!" John squealed. Alucard put the boy on his shoulders and was off. "PUT A COAT ON THE BOY, ALUCARD!" Sir Hellsing called after them. Johnathan blew a raspberry. Alucrd laughed. And Arthur Hellsing shook his head.
Christina was on her feet, wiping her hands on her red and brown dress, scowling. "You PROMISED, Walter. PROMISED." she twitched. Walter took a step back without even noticing. "I... Forgot?"
"YOU BLOODY FORGOT?! YOU SAID A YEAR AGO YOU'D GET HIM A BIKE FOR CHRISTMAS, YOU LIAR!" Christina screamed at her husband.
Arthur and Walter's jaws dropped. Christina Elanor Dollneazz was shy, kind and sweet in everyday life, a calm whirlwind on the battlefield, anything but a loose cannon. Yet, here she was, screaming her lungs out at her poor, unsuspecting husband.
Walter felt tears sting his eyes. "I'm sorry?" he squeaked. "Um, the stress probably isn't good for the baby, Tina..." Walter suggested. Christina glared at him. Walter gulped. "If that bike isn't under that tree when he wakes up, your balls will be on the menu!" Christina screamed, twirling back around on her heel to find Alucard and her son.
"Walter... I believe you are thuroughly fucked." Arthur slurred, clearly drunk. Walter groaned, sitting down on the couch, hiding his face.

ENGLAND, NOW.
"And you owe me!" Alucard finished. Walter knew it. Johnathan's Christmas and Walter's balls had been saved by Walter getting on his knees and begging Alucard to find a bike, ANY bike, for John.
Alucard had complied, finding a nice yellow bike for the boy.
It was the only secret the two kept from everyone else.
Walter groaned, getting out of bed. "Where, again?"
Alucard smiled, then hugged the old man.
Walter blinked, twitching.

The store was closed. Technically, if he paid for the broken glass and hat, it's not Breaking and Entering and... Grand Theft Hat...
What the HELL was he doing on an empty London street at 2:17 in the fucking morning in below freezing, snowy temperatures?
He could see if he got caught.
"Oh, well, you see, I'm paying back an old friend. His name is Alucard, you see, and his son Vlad would KILL for that hat, and believe me when I say the child's a real sharpshooter. So, he stole me a bike a little over 50 years ago so I'm stealing him a hat. See? Simple!"
Walter groaned, then got a running start for the glass.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, GRANDUNCLE WALTER!" Vlad had exclaimed, handing Walter a box of new clothes. Walter smiled, even though it hurt like a bitch because of the cuts on his face. "And... Merry Christmas to you, Vlad..." Walter said in a lack-luster tone. All he had gotten to give Vlad was a pair of red and black socks with bat's on them.
vlad smiled, opening his box of socks. "Thank you!" Vlad had squealed, hugging his Granduncle.
Walter was happy that he liked the socks.
He was pissed when Alucard was showered with affection over that stupid Goddam hat.
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FIN. And that, Ami-chan, is how adorable Vlad is *see above iamge*


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