Log: Complete

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When: February 10
Rating: PG
Characters: Walter Dornez (dark_butler) and Kagura Sohma (kagura_theboar)
Summary: Walter brings Kagura some groceries to spare her having to deal with the talk show hosts. Kagura, however, has other matters on her mind/s.
Log:

	She had an order to carry out and the appearance of the talk show host bombarding her with questions had made things much easier for her. The "fragile innocent" girl needed to be protected...sheltered and Walter had so kindly volunteered for the job, offering to bring her groceries. Part of her thought the gesture was kind and appreciated it but the other half thought he was a fool to fall into her trap so easily. Execute your fourth order had been Doc's message to her. That meant he wanted Walter subdued and handed over to him. If she succeeded both the Major and Doc would be pleased. She wanted to please them didn't she? It was strange to have two voices in her head fighting for control but in the end the strong voice that belonged to Millennium would win the day. All she had to do was wait for his arrival, catching him off guard wouldn't be much of a problem. She was Kagura after all.
	Walter had a couple of bags of groceries in hand, having picked up everything Kagura had sent him as her list of necessities. It was a bittersweet experience to shop for such human things, touching the produce and smelling its fresh tang. He had felt desperately out of his element - a monster in a human place. But it had been good nonetheless. Now he stopped to rap on Kagura's door with his knuckles. "It's Walter and there are no nosy people with me."
	Kagura giggled when she heard Walter through the door. "I'll be right there," she called out walking toward the small hallway leading to the front door. " Hi, Walter." Her voice still sounding small and weak as she stepped aside to let Walter walk through the door. "Thank you for doing this for me. I hope it wasn't a bother." One would never know just how sinister some of her current thoughts truly were with how innocent and frail she looked.
	"It's fine. I wish I could have done more for you sooner." He walked past her and into the flat, following his nose without difficulty toward the kitchen. "How are you feeling? I haven't wanted to pry too deeply, but know that you have been in my thoughts."
	She followed behind her expression rather solemn and mink. "I'm doing as well as I can be," she answered timidly. "Things are still hazy for me," she added, moving to take one of the bags from Walter and begin unloading it. I'm sorry... a tiny voice in the back of Kagura's mind echoed through her brain. She visibly wobbled for second before recovering herself, while lightly grasping her head.
	"Kagura?" Walter stopped and put out a hand to steady her. "Is there a problem?" She was warm, something he simply was no longer accustomed to outside of prey. It was disconcerting and he quickly drew his hand back.
	"I'm fine, just a slight headache," she answered simply before going back to emptying the bags on to the counter. "I've been getting them off and on all week." You have your orders. You must carry them out. Another voice compelled her.
	"Perhaps you're trying to remember," he suggested, letting her put thing away. He moved across to the far side of the kitchen. He really needed to learn to be around humans, but he loathed his reaction to people he didn't want to harm. "If the pain grows but the memory doesn't come, you should consider letting someone help you."
	"Maybe," she said quietly. Keeping her back turned to him. Carry out her orders or protect her friend, the voices were arguing again. He trusted her in some ways but she was about to deliver him into the hands of one of his greatest fears. How many people has he betrayed? He is no innocent. Kagura looked over her shoulder at Walter. "I've briefly talked on the network to one of the Alucards and that one threatened to eat me for no particular reason. I really don't feel comfortable letting him into my head," she said her expression darkening briefly. Ouickly she turned back to putting her groceries away.
	Walter frowned at her back. Why would either of them do that? The older one had stayed away from him for quite some time, probably trusting to his younger self to watch him or keep him in line or both. He didn't feel quite the same burning hatred for the older one, but being with the younger Alucard and remembering their relationship had made it difficult to loathe the other the way he had before. Hate was something he could warm his chilled soul around. It was hard to let go of. "Which Alucard threatened you? The child one or the man?"
	What does it matter? They are the same person. Kagura's posture straightened at that thought. "He was definitely a man. A rather foul-tempered man," she answered her voice taking on a slightly harder edge. "Though I can't say that the child one doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. He gives off a creepy vibe." She rested her hands on the counter, her nails digging into the wood. "I would rather not have either of them near me," she added visibly upset.
	"Then you shouldn't have to have either of them around you," Walter said calmly, watching her reaction with interest. The quiet sound of her nails in the wood was loud to his preternatural hearing. "And I understand. Alucard in his younger form should feel wrong. He tries to hide what he is behind a mask of sweet innocence, but it still creeps through. It's impossible that it would not." Despite that, Walter had been drawn since his youth and had been allowing himself to be drawn in again.
	Execute orders... Kagura pushed away from the counter and turned to face Walter. The tears forming in her eyes. "I don't understand why someone would do this to me. I've only tried to make the best of the situation I am in," she said walking out of the kitchen into the living room. She sat down the sofa hugging herself. "I feel so alone."
	Walter followed a few steps behind Kagura. He was seventy years old and had never been very good at comforting others. An arm pat and "there there" didn't seem likely to cover it. He was terribly uncomfortable with a young human so close, though. He sat near her on the couch and sighed. "I don't understand why people hurt innocents like this." He felt like a hypocrite. He killed almost daily now. Innocents. But he didn't kidnap them and take their memories and return them a week later.
	She sat with her arms wrapped around her. The two voices speaking again. One wanting her to make a move, the other wanting desperately to go home to her world. "...Why me?" she asked in a tiny breaking voice before fully breaking down into tears. She covered her face with hands while leaning forward. "Why me?"
	Ah... hell. Walter watched the girl sob for a moment before some lingering vestige of humanity pushed him forward to sit next to her and put a hand on her back. "I am sorry. Life is sometimes cruel and capricious."
	Something inside her smiled at his gesture, while the other part of her screamed from him to runaway. She moved her head to lean on his shoulder all the while she continued to sob. A syringe filled with one of Doc's strongest sedatives slowly slipped down into her hand. "Yes, I know and for what it is worth. I'm sorry too," Kagura whispered just as stabbed the syringe upward into his chin. "I'm only following orders.." she added quickly moving from his grasp.
	Walter barely had time to register the bite of pain before numbness began to spread outward from the injection site. His eyes filled with shock and then flared red with anger. He reached for Kagura, but misjudged, hand closing on empty air. He rose from the couch and took a stumbling step toward her before tumbling forward into a lifeless huddle on the floor.
	Kagura kneeled down beside Walter's unconscious form the tears still falling from her eyes. "Please forgive me for what I have to do." Pulling out the communicator that Doc had given her, she put the call through. "Task completed, package is awaiting pick up," she said simply before disconnecting. Reaching out to brush his hair from his face her hand slightly touched his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Walter..." she whispered again. She hadn't been strong enough to fight Millennium's will. No matter how much she wanted too. The satisfaction of completing an order mixed with the misery of betraying a friend left a bitter taste in her mouth.