The Hunter and The Hunted (ThomasRHellsing x Yoshie)

[Yoshie]

Beep! Beep! Beep! Winry rolled over and hit the alarm clock. This time it was not her alarm clock. Beep! Beep! Beep! This was her Samsung Blackberry going off. She sighed and then grabbed the phone. Her face still in the pillow she answered groggily.

“Hello?!”

“You’re services are requested… I have sent the coordinates to your phone. It should arrive shortly, as should you.”

“But…”

“Everything will be explained in the memo.”

“Wait… whaa?”​

The message then deleted itself. She opened the text message and saw the numbers. 42,25 52,33 she then moaned and moved to punch them into Moogle Earth. The coordinates led to a small tavern. She arose and jumped in the shower just as the voicemail was playing.

“Good Afternoon Agent S, your mission is a complicated one but I know you can handle it. The client’s name is Ms. Gina Tainted. Formerly Mrs. She was engaged to be married however, he skipped town and now she is a scorn women. Your job is to find her missing fiancé and have him destroyed. Now, this will not be an easy task but his coordinates should arrive soon. Good Luck!”
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She had her clothes on by the end of the message, and was out the door by the time the GPS had her targets location and was tracking it. She hopped in her Rolls Royce and drove off toward the tavern. Problem was there was traffic, rush hour traffic. This was bad, was there a time limit? Would he still be there when she got there? She sighed and pressed her head against the horn and then got scared when it honked. She didn’t have time for this. She decided that the car was not important and hopped out. She marked the coordinates in her phone and decided to hoof it. By the time she got to the tavern she was exhausted and it was already six. Happy Hour, good she could use a drink. She walked in and sat down at the bar to catch her breath. The bartender walked up and asked as he was shining a glass.

“Well little lady, what will it be?”

“Johnny Walker, Gold Label.” She replied sternly.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas Alexander Hellsing sat at the bar easily. This was no dime dozen payer. He wore a red silk shirt, that was probably at least ten grand. He wore suit bottoms that ended in almost polished steel toed boots. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. On both hands were black leather gloves fingerless after the second knuckle. The class such a wardrobe excluded seemed to be soaked into every fiber of the man's being. However he was far from a rich manipulative man with more faith in his money then his own skills. A black fedora with a crimson band rested on his head, an ace of hearts with a bullet hole in the center of the heart rested in the band.

His physical build was an conundrum. His skin pale almost to the point of looking sickly, his hair white bond brushed back with a bit of product in it, his hair was long and reached his lower back, the back in an elaborate Asian style braid. However the man was at least 6' 6", and that was without the boots adding to his height. The man's body was almost a piece of art, muscles everywhere, but more like a swimmer, martial artist, or fencer then a weight lifting steroid using meat head. His left eye had a nasty looking scar down it, and it was a light blue color, where as his right eye was dark sapphire blue. Two things stood out however on him but t hey were so naturally "present" that it took the eye a second to realize they weren't normal accessories. A small bulge in the right boot, probably a personal defense weapon of some sort. The K-bar at his waist however was on clear display. A sheath for the knife hung from his belt the knife sitting freely in it, a small snap kept it from falling out, and from someone from grabbing it. A few scars stood out on his arms.

A medium sized glass of rum and coke rested in his hand. He drank at it. Somehow managing to put out an aurora of sexuality and an aurora of dangerousness. A blond who looked like Daisy Duke's sluttier cousin chatted away at him as he made polite conversation. he was a predator, and the bimbo was his prey and didn't even realize it. He was playing his body language perfect glances at her cleavage a hair too fast, or too long to be actual aroused glances, non threateningly enough to be chatted up, but badass and dangerous enough to make sure eyes were on him. This guy was pro, and probably natural before that.

Looking up as she entered, he had his eyes locked on hers. Sensing a fellow predator probably. Some feral part of the brain telling him she would be a challenge He gave the blond his number and said an old friend had just come to talk to him. He turned to the bar, pulling on black framed red lensed designer sun glasses. They'd hide his eyes and what he was looking at plus covering the eyes made it harder to read him. He smirked taking a few more drinks from his drink. He knew she'd search him out.

 

[Yoshie]

Being conspicuous was not something that he apparently wanted to be. No, not this one, she didn’t have to look hard to find him. The coordinates in her Blackberry led her to the tavern and her eyes and nose led her to the target. He was tall pushing the seven inch mark line and would make Kobe Bryant look like just your average Joe. His attire was loud; it screamed killer, murderer, and heartbreaker. His aura was strong, quite intimidating to the normal person. No wonder he sat alone, no male wanted anything to do with the likes of him. Scars riddled his arm and his demeanor was almost as cold as that glass of rum and coke he was nursing. This was not going to be easy, it was not going to be subtle either. She’d have to work to get his attention, she would have to almost die to get his trust and he would most defiantly kill her if she even hinted at what her real objective was.

“Johnny Walker, Gold Label…” The bartender said sliding the glass down to Winry. She caught it with her right hand index finger out. Placing her index finger inside the glass she tested how cold the drink was. She placed it to her black lips and gulped. Smooth, she liked the burn. She couldn’t get too inebriated; she had to remain at least sober enough to trap this one. Winry sat two seats down from him and once the slut with the dirty blonde hair got his number she headed to the bathroom. Seduction scoffed but understood that men had their needs too. Many nights she would play the part, and go home with stranger number x. If she played this game right Hellsing over there would be stranger number x to her stranger number y. It was time to get this coordinate plane flying.

Flipping her hair, she arose from her chair and grabbed her glass. It would be rather predictable and too off setting to just sit by him now. Winry casually walked past him, heading to the jukebox that was by the end of the bar. She bent over, ass in the air, back arched and flipped through the tracks that were preset in the media files. There was one that caught her eye and she clicked it. It was Frank Sinatra’s ‘Fly Me to the Moon’. As the music played she rested her back on the jukebox and hummed along to the song. Sipping away at Johnny Walker she eyed him. Was he looking at her? Was he even paying attention? Her ego wondered, but pride was something that was a deadly trait, the tables could turn at any moment and she was wondering was he looking at her ass! Known to make the first move she waited. Patience was not one of her virtues, that index finger waiting flicking the glass to the beat. She had gotten some stares but she only wanted one… stranger number X.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas moved over to the girl. His hand smacking her ass, she was a huntress, he knew it. The crowd had parted around her, just as they had him. He let his right hand run from the middle of her right side down to the middle of her thigh and back. Leaning close he whispered, "Let me fly you to the moon, let me land among the stars, in other words kiss you."

He chuckle, moving in time with the beat, he rocked his lower body against hers. He whispered in her ear, "Would you like to drink and chat, or would you rather I asked your apartment or mine, I'm cool with both." It was obvious his cock was large from the bulge, however it's actual dimensions weren't able to be known. However she'd feel his rock hard twelve pack abs. He continued to rock his crotch against her ass, in time with the music.

 

[Yoshie]

Yeah, he noticed… oh yea he noticed. His deep voice vibrating her ears as he approached her. His hand spanked her ass. Strike one. His other hand traveled from the middle of Winry’s right side to the middle of her thigh and back. Was he trying to subtly frisk her? Did her aura give her away? Any closer and he would have felt her sheathed kunai that was tucked between her thighs on her left side. Strike two. Then he got the lyrics to her favorite song wrong. Strike Three. However, he did have a rock hard twelve pack, and a hard dick. Taking this as a compliment to her beauty she let him stay on her just a little longer to scope him out. The way the crowd parted when they were together didn’t hide the fact that they were predators, hunting each other. She liked this game he was setting up, she wanted more.

“Well now, it’s rude to just walk up to a lady without introducing yourself my Innocent. But since I always make the first move, I am known as Seduction and if we get close enough you can call me Mistress.” She turned to face her target and touched his face. He had a rough exterior about him; he hid his eyes, concealing something, hidden agenda maybe? His mystique was more and more appealing to her as time passed. She grabbed his hand, not wanting to exert too much dominance by grabbing the expensive looking necktie and pulled him as she walked making sure to sway her hips as she walked. Leading him to the middle of the floor she pulled him close, placed his hands on her thighs and grinded slowly while talking to him. “Let’s see, how about we start off with dancing, and then you can buy me a drink. Converse a little and maybe… just maybe you can walk me to my hotel room.” She played it cool as she danced; moving her hips meticulously, and then turning to face him she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. “Would you like that Innocent?”

She could see why Ms. Tainted would fall for a man like this, the stereotype of the typical night and shining armor. This seemed like the natural case of Mr. Tall Dark and Deadly. Everything in her body was screaming danger and she loved it. A woman of Seduction’s stature and taste she knows not to mess with these goods. These goods would make a good girl go bad and a bad girl scorned. Luckily, Winry was a scorned woman. His tricks of the trade were matched by her own little deck of cards and her trump card was the Queen of Hearts. Now she would see if his deuces were wild or was he just a Joker like all the rest.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas smirked, as he was lead, as she whispered in his ear he replied in her ear, "Sweety, I'm as far fro innocent as you can get, and your not my type, good bye."

Thomas turned around and walked away. Chatting with a younger blond whose chest size was a bit over DD. He'd just shot her down and told her no. He kept the smirk from his face, women who thought they were the bee's knees, who craved attention and dressed like she did, they hated being ignored. Plus he'd felt the minute tension when he'd been copping a feel she hadn't' wanted him to check her thighs, meaning either a weapon, or a wire. Thomas had been many things, and he'd long ago learned to follow his gut. Besides he'd made sure to bait her. If she was a plant she'd have to come after him, if she was after him she'd have to come after him, and if she was the type of woman he figured she was she'd be offended by his insult, but drawn to him to leave him hanging.

Every impulse he had, said to look at the woman and gauge how she was reacting. However he was more knowledgeable about body language than that thus why the glasses were useful, allowing him to keep his head turned at the blond and look at her from the side of his eyes totally undetectable. This was one of those times he wished he was psychic.

 

[Yoshie]

“You’re not my type…” These words echoed in her ears and rattled her scales. She was more flustered than a peacock to a blow-dryer. How dare he ignore her, how dare he blow her off and how dare he act like that in front of that blonde bitch! So what she had bigger tits than Winry, so what she presented herself like a slut. Seduction knew that she could turn tricks on that bimbo in the bedroom and she was more than confident that she could make him say her name in less than ten minutes of foreplay. She couldn’t get mad; if she’d get mad she would blow her cover. Remaining calm was her best and only option. Fine, he wanted to play with fire he was going to get burned, how dare he try to slick a can of oil.

The turmoil in her head went on for a little more than two minutes. She watched him walk away with her pride and watched as his shoes trampled on her dignity.
She was not going to have this. However, what would approach be? Walking over there and just interrupting would be rude and it might cause a fight between the blonde and her, then again that was what she wanted. The ball was in her court and she had no idea how to shoot it. He had gotten her feathers good, but now it was time to get his. Her Queen of Hearts was trumped by his King of Diamonds and as flashy as he may have been she needed the one up on him. Self conscience, she pushed her breasts up. Fine he liked blondes, that much was obvious, she however had natural black hair of which she liked and was not about to change. Her breasts weren’t as big as that hussy’s but her 32D’s were more than enough to sate most men.

She went over the knowledge that he gained so big breasts and blondes. She scanned the bar there were blondes but most were not up to her standards so she knew that he would not look twice at them.
Her eyes narrowed, there in the smoking section of the bar to the right of him and his new friend, there was a tall, at least 5’7 big breasted 42DD naturally blonde haired women with a red dress on. How could she have missed the lady in red? The women in red flicked her lighter trying to inhale her cigarette to no avail. Seduction saw her struggle and casually walked over to the women purposely walking past subject X. Grabbing a matchbox from the ashtray she opened it. There were only two strikes left in it, which meant that she had one chance to get this right. Approaching the women in red, she smiled a wide teethed smile and took the match and struck it on her teeth fast. It lit!
“Need a light?” She said to the mystery women. The lady smirked and puffed her cigarette to the match. Not wanting to blow the smoke in Seduction’s face the women turned her head.

“Isabella…”

“Seduction…”

The two women introduced themselves and then Isabella smiled. “Now why would I need a light when you are a match for me?” Seduction touched Isabella’s face and then she leaned in. Isabella smiled and leaned in as well. They shared a passionate kiss and then Winry slipped her tongue in Isabella’s mouth. That would be sure to grab his attention. He didn’t want Winry then Winry would give him something no man would resist, lesbians. This Queen of Hearts just caught her Ace of Spades. They broke the kiss and Winry took the cigarette from Isabella and puffed on it starting conversation with this Devil in a Red Dress.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas smirked, it was an interesting tactic, but also raised questions. A cop wouldn't do that unless the other one was a cop s well but given how she had point odds were she was the senior cop if she was one that meant she'd lose her badge mouth raping lower officer. Besides the move wreaked of desperation, it was a good one, but as he took it apart in his mind he realized how it had been pure luck that a blonde was in here, and she was going off of information she collected. Thomas liked tits and ass, but actually preferred red head.

Weighting his odds he admitted he probably wasn't an assassin, since an assassin would know something like that, not to mention the last three women he'd scammed had been red heads. However she was doing it to get his attention of that he was sure, the fact she had gone after a blonde right past him, compounded by the fact she'd de sure he'd see her approach.

He heard the blond speak, even as he kept up his conversation, "Wow, that kiss was hot, I'm half tempted to go see if she'd greet me that way."

Thomas smirked at his blond, "If your that eager, come here sweetness."

He kissed the blond hard, and drew semi loud moans from her, he knew the con woman and her girl could hear them. Thomas had been rained in the arts of seduction and lying since he'd been born, as his tongue invaded the blonde's mouth she moaned louder this was pure primal lust, she was getting turned on hard core from the kiss. he'd shot down red dress because while she'd have been fun she was one of those women who required bit too much effort. He could have this bitch on her knees tonight and broke as fuck by Monday. He could tell by little things that she wasn't a 9 to five jobber, nor on of those collage skanks living off of her student loans. Real diamond earrings, soft supple hands, feet that were the same, and her rack was fake. She was one of those Daddy's Little Princesses, who as he slid his hand down her short shorts totally had her purse unguarded. Teasing her sex with one hand, he removed her wallet with the other getting up he said, "If you w ant more, give me si minutes, then join e in the bathroom."

He put a twenty on the table, "For your drink sexy."

He knew he was being a bit cocky and a bit arrogant however from the smell of booze on the woman's breath she'd be so out of it she'd be lucky if she remembered she had a purse come closing time. He whistled as he checked over her wallet, six grand in cash, princess was planning to get a new score tonight he'd hoped she would, the needle marks on her thighs were well hidden if you didn't know what to look for. Cloning her credit cards information wasn't hard. Si calls to six banks later and her credit cards were maxed out. He'd cleared nearly 400 grand in a few minutes. The fact rich people so often had other people deal with their stuff was a bonus. He had two minutes left before the blond showed up, now what to do with the wallet, he took it and put it behind him on the toilet tank. She she showed up the sex was decent the blond skank could deep throat. However he'd only gotten off twice before she passed out. Walking back to the table, and leaving the princess passed out in the bathroom her panties on one ankle he casually slid the purse back into her wallet.

He sat down back by the bar, A good Con Man had at lest two stashes of money on him. Only a stupid one used money they'd just gotten, since if the mark reported it the cops would look for who had been using the possibly marked bills. He'd ounce almost gotten caught because someone always put figure eights on their hundreds.

However this would go perfect, the blond bimbo would wake up in the morning to find she'd charged a shit load of money to different companies in small orders, those were in fact places that Thomas owned, the money would be washed and given to him legally. She'd get tiny wooden carvings from Switzerland in about eight weeks. A stupid drunken purchse. Damn it was good to be him sometimes.

 

[Yoshie]

This game was beginning to get interesting. Everything that he did she matched and everything that she did he trumped her as well. She knew his game and he played it well she had to commend him on that. Winry was the type of women to analyze things but the thing was she could not ping Hellsing to save her career Literally. She thought that she had met her match. Shaking her head she figured that he was baiting her and sadly it was working. As dominate as she was even she had her breaking point. She was tired of playing games with this man. Patience was not her virtue and he was something that she just could not give up on. She sighed and tried one more time to bait him. This time choosing the more subtle approach. Sitting next to the bar she ordered another shot of Johnny Walker this time it was Red label. Instead of having it taken straight she ordered it on the rocks. Yes, a shot glass with ice in it. Her eyebrow twitched as she sipped at it, she was now plotting her next move. But what would it be? How was she going to bait him? This was becoming more and more difficult as the evening dragged on.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas sat at the bar. ordering anther JD Tennessee Honey, the smell was nauseating, but the tang wasn't bad. He'd had one too many nights of chugging bottles of it. He always made sure to get a booze he didn't really like because that kept him from drinking too much of it. Deciding he had enough and could relax a bit he ordered a crystal skull vodka and moved to a corner booth. Someone had ounce remarked this was the lazy laying in the sun and digesting his meal for the con man. Harder to see but still able to watch the entire room. He was sated for now, and still wondering about the woman from before his eyes subtly on her. The only snag was that the dumb collage girl hadn't manged to really get him off. That meant he'd have to get laid again