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"Mein Sohn, nur Mut!
Wer Gott vertraut, baut gut!"

Umbrella in one hand and a musket in the other, Rip van Winkle walked slowly along the sandy post-battle beach, singing loudly and leaving footprints in her wake. The simple excuse of being bored convinced van Winkle that she needed to escape from the hectic life of a soldier and make some mischief. And after hearing a battle coming from afar, she decided that she would intervene. But she had arrive a second too late and unfortunately, everybody was already dead therefore; no one left to kill.
Quite a fearsome battle had occurred here, obviously. Random bodies were strewn about, crushed under debris or tangled around each other. The sight made Rip giggle to herself as she continued down the shoreline, feet just barely avoiding the water.


"Jetzt auf! In Bergen und Klüften
Tobt morgen der freudige Krieg!"

Her perfect and ironically angelic voice rose and fell with the song accordingly; a very pleasing sound to anyone that might hear.  She was singing one of her favorite pieces from Der Freischutz. In her opinion it was one of the most beautiful opera-- no, it was the most beautiful stage performance in general. No other could compare to the beauty of the story.  Kaspar would have been her role if she was allowed the luxury of being in that opera. Rip knew that she could pull it off, she had the voice and attitude. But of course she was to busy to have such an indulgence as trying out for a play.

"Das Wild in Fluren und Triften,
Der Aar in Wolken und Lüften."

Her voice rose to the crescendo and sank along with it. She mentally, physically, and emotionally prepared herself for her favorite part of the song. The final line.

"Ist unser, und unser der Sieg!" she sang.

"Und unser der Sieg! Und unser der Sieg!" joined in another voice, coming from behind her. Rip stopped dead in her tracks. Wide eyes and an open mouth were quickly replaced by a menacing, insane grin as she turned around to see who had decided to turn her solo into a duet. Musket held and set (ready to be fired if needed) she looked over who was standing before her.

A rather tall male was standing little more than yard away from her. He had long red hair and thick rimmed red glasses from which hung a black beaded chain accented with morbid skull beads. Red seemed to be the theme with his entirely outdated outfit. Draping from his elbows was a Victorian appearing, slightly tattered red coat that looked as if it had seen better years. And on his face was a sharp toothed grin that easily rivaled her own.

"My, what a lovely singing voice you have. You might give me a run for my money. Der Freischütz was indeed a wonderful opera but I much preferred Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Although they are different, one being a opera, the other a play, Romeo and Juliet undoubtedly tops all." said the man in a masculine yet feminine tone, if that was at all possible.

Forgetting that she had been snuck up on, Rip immediately got defensive over the opera she held close to her heart and with that, her intension of killing this man fled.
" Der Freischütz was and still is the most spectacular stage performance ever written and performed! Romeo and Juliet? Ha! A complete joke next to Germany's first important romantic opera!" she retorted, voice slightly cracking.

"'Magic Bullets?' I wonder what how much of a complete idiot it takes to think that one up. It takes real talent to create something as wonderfully tragic as a ruefully suicidal ending! Just reading the book form of the play gave me chills, but actually seeing it live was quite a spectacular experience! A t least a much better experience than seeing Der Freischütz on stage." said the red haired latter.

"But the roles in Der Freischütz were so much better. The personalities were so grand and different! I myself, am most like Kaspar, if I would be so bold as to say. The female leading role in Romeo and Juliet is a weak damsel in distress." said Rip with furrowed brows, now lowering her weapon and standing with a stubborn pose.

"She was just waiting for that special one to come along and when she did, I just think that she didn't know how to handle love and restriction very well and it became to overwhelming for her. Why, if it was me, I would kill anyone who stood in the way of my Romeo." said the red male, arms crossed.

"Your Romeo?" Rip snickered a bit before resuming with her sentence, "And you seem rather quick to kill."

"Well your not much different considering you were about to blow my head off without even knowing why I'm here."

"Well why are you? A battle just ended and there is nothing but dead bodies and debris laying on these shores. And I highly doubt that anyone finds those amusing, except myself of course." Rip questioned.

"Well, Miss…-"

"Rip van Winkle." she revealed. She grimaced at the fact that she had given her name away so easily. He could be an enemy! But somehow, from the moment he arrived, she felt rather close to him. As if they had known each other for a while. And he wasn't too sore on the eyes either. A bit feminine and a tad too…red but he was rather dashing, to be honest. Rip almost laughed at the thought of having found this man attractive.

"Well then Miss Rip van Winkle, it is for the very reason that there is so much death here that I am present."

Instead of questioning him further she decided to ask for his name in return, "And what are you called?"

"Grell Sutcliff." He answered simply but with pride. As if his very name should be recognized all across the lands.

"Grell Sutcliff, you have very poor tastes in entertainment." Rip started simply.

"No! I have a more romantic taste! I wouldn't mind putting myself in Juliet's place!"

"I would feel rather sorry for Romeo." Rip stated, "Having a woman as dramatic as that around must be extremely tiring."

The argument became heated and the two unconsciously came walked closer to each other until their faces were literally inches away from each other. After a while of standing they both continued the battle of words while sitting, not paying mind to the dozens of bodies that were littered around them. They seemed to be in their own little world, talking about romances and dramas. At some points they even reflexively put themselves into the same love story and acted out there favorite and most disliked parts and roles.

Having lost all track of time, Rip looked down at the pocket watch she always carried with her and noticed she was late for something extremely important.

"I really do have to go now. Sorry Sutcliff but we will have to continue this another time." she tried to say it coolly but actually she was extremely disappointed to have to part with him.

"Awww but I haven't had any fun in such a long time! This is the first time in a long time that I have met someone who has shares the same love for theater as I do!" Grell practically whined, not making any effort to hid his disappointment.

"Ah. I'm truly sorry but I have somewhere that I need to be right now!" Rip was suddenly compelled to do something completely out of character. She went over and kissed Grell on the cheek before hurrying away, a light blush on her cheeks. She wished she could stay, she really did, but something more important was going to happen…

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"Oh Rippy…" Grell cooed as he stood among more dead soldier's bloodied bodies, holding the swastika necklace that she has worn. Grell had witnessed Rip van Winkle being mercilessly slaughtered, with a frown. It really had been such a long time since he had a good conversation with someone. It had been almost a century since he had gone to London for entertainment, for he was afraid of the memories that would come back to him. The sweet memories of Sebastian who he had not been able to find through all of these decades.

"'Your warhead punishes all without distinction?' I'm sorry my dear huntress but that doesn't seem very true in this case. That dreaded demon really did you in. You died not unlike Kaspar herself." Grell sighed. He almost regretted not stepping in and saving her. Almost. After all it wasn't his place to save lives. Just to reap the souls from them.

He took the swastika necklace and put it over his head, the only thing he had left to remember her by as her corpse was simply gone. Now he had a necklace and a coat; two keep-sakes that he kept from the only two women who have ever amused and entertained him, even if only for a few hours.

He walked away from the horrid scene on the battle-ship, preparing to return to the Shinigami realm, which was now quite boring considering there wouldn't be a demon and his master popping in for a visit anytime soon.

Well, fuck.

There isnt much romance in here, is there?
|: damn...

This is my submission for :iconclubripvanwinkle: 's crossover contest.

The crossover couple is Rip Van Winkle x Grell Sutcliff.

I fail at crossovers...
This is my first submission to any club so i wanted to pick an activity i could pull off....and thus this crappy underly-descriptive fanfic was born.

And I am not even started on the 6 fanfics i wanted to be done with before the end of the year... Gwah...I had a month before the deadline...why did i work on this now...?

Ugh anyway this is almost a century after ciel died blah blah balh. Kuroshitsuji is placed in the 1800s and Hellsing is in the 1900s so...yea...Grell is a hip old guy. Go figure :\

So yea my rant is done...

Rip van Winkle (c) hellsing
Grell Sutcliff (c) kuroshitsuji
Pages: 4
Words: 1542
Pairing: GrellxRip
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:iconmangamolly1991:
MangaMolly1991 Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014
Brilliant, simply brilliant 
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RayneWolfspeaker Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
nice story!
lol I loved their arguing XD
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danceydancetime Featured By Owner May 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, a Hellsing and Kuroshitsuji crossover, eh? Nice.

D'aw, I actually like Rip, that's a bit sad, otherwise it was great.
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MikuHimuro Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
ive never really watched Hellsing, but one of my favorites is Rip van Winkle. she kinda looks like Grell in his disguise....or maybe im crazy O_o loved teh story but poor Rip ; A ;
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NagiNaoe101 Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2009
GRELL and Rippy would make good friends, though I would see GRell also trying to be friends with Seras too. He might run away with Alucard's coat too
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E-Lunamoon Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2009  Student Traditional Artist
xD Exactly! I used to always get Alucard and Grell cosplayers mixed up. And lol at him with Seras x]] she has some temper on her so that might end with hilarious results.

Thank you for the comment [:!!
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:iconnaginaoe101:
NagiNaoe101 Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2009
Not a problem!
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Tsukuyomaru Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2009
haha, fantastic crossover, very well made. ^^
Admittedly, I honestly didnt recognize Grell at first until he mentioned his name, then was all "...oh. right." heh.
But yeah, very nicely written. ^^
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E-Lunamoon Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2009  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you! Yea i did a bad job at describing Grell xD Sorry o////o

But thank you so much!! <3
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Tsukuyomaru Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2009
nah, you described him well, I just blanked out. XD
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