Well, first little story here. I've always wondered what life was like for Maxwell and our two favorite nuns at Anderson's orphanage, so i just felt like writing this. Might expand upon on it, who knows.
I don't own anything Hellsing related, sadly :(
Read and Review please.
The boy sat all alone on the orphanage steps, accompanied only by the holy book he held close to his chest. He opened it and read silently. He needed no friends, no companions, no mother, no father. He was going to be great, the greatest one of them all. "I will look down upon all of them." That is the vow he swore to himself, and it was not one he intended to break.
The young blond haired girl stared at him through the window. A sympathetic look came to her green eyes, it was only a few short years ago that she sat all alone with no friends to comfort her. She looked over her shoulder to see her closest companion happily laying on the floor, a big sheet of paper in front of her a box of crayons beside her. She was colouring away, blissfully ignorant of her friends concern for the boy outside. She flopped down at her side. "Was willst du ziehen?" The little girl asked curiously.
"English Heinkel." She said in a correcting manner, not looking up from her picture. "There's no point in teaching it to you if your never going to speak it. "
"Vhat are you drawing?" She said very slowly, trying to remember the proper words.
"A picture for Father, see I already drew you and me." She pointed to a pair of crudely drawn children, blocky in appearance, both dressed in black, one with short bond hair, the other with long raven coloured hair. The two stood apart. "Father is going to go right there. Next to us." She pointed at the blank space between the two figures. "I'll give it to him when he gets back from that important trip he's on." She said happily.
Heinkel slowly tried to process the english her friend had used. 'I should make a bigger effort to learn it.' She thought to herself. 'Yumiko ist trying so very hard to teach me.' Heinkel turned her attention back to the boy sitting outside.
The boy shut his holy book and turned to head inside. The sun was beginning to wane and his reading light disappearing. He turned to go inside only to find himself face to face with two figures. One dressed in a small nuns habit, the other in the robes of a priest. The nun had big brown innocent eyes and large glasses on, her long black hair fell to her waist, she seemed shy and nervous for some reason. The other one had green eyes and short boyish blond hair. Both looked about his age.
The priest stepped forward and extended a hand. "Hallo. My name ist Heinkel Wulf." The one in priest robes spoke very slowly, as if thinking about every word. "Und this ist Yumiko Takagi."
The boy shook Heinkel's hand. "My name is Enrico Maxwell." He studied them closely Heinkel was definitely a boy, he decided.
Yumiko spoke up. "Why are you all alone? Don't you have any friends?"
"I need no friends." Maxwell said quietly.
"Everyone needs a friend." Heinkel said. "If I did not haf Yumiko I don't know vhat I vould do." She paused as if imagining what her life would be without her friend. "Ve vill be your friends."
Maxwell stared at the two. Nobody had ever wanted to be friends with him before. They all stared at him like the bastard child he was, they insulted him and hated him. "You'll what?"
Yumiko grabbed his arm. "Come on, we can do all kinds of fun stuff together!" She said, positively ecstatic.
The two walked off in search of fun things to do, dragging their new friend behind them.
The paladin wandered down the lonely road to his little orphanage. His clothes torn and bloodstained. It had been a good hunt, he decided. A simple one yes, but enjoyable none the less. One less heathen vampire to deal with. He stared at the half-moon in the sky.
"Und right there ist Orion's belt." Heinkel pointed a finger at the stars in the night sky.
"I don't see it."
"Nein, right over there."
"There?" Maxwell pointed at a patch of dots in the heavens.
"Nein!" She took Maxwell's hand in hers. "Right over there!" She pointed his hand at the constellation.
"I still don't see it."
"Was bist du blind? Es ist richtig, dort! Siehst du?"
Maxwell stared. "Erm...What?"
Heinkel rolled her eyes. "You'll see it someday." She turned her attention to Yumiko, who was currently using her as a pillow.
"You two are really close aren't you?"
"Ja, you haf no idea." Heinekl said sleepily. She closed her eyes and leaned forward onto her friend's shoulder.
"How did you two meet exactly?" Maxwell turned to look at her only to find her fast asleep, her arms wrapped around her dear friend, her head resting on her shoulder.
Maxwell sighed. He would have to carry them inside somehow. Just as he was contemplating this, he heard a rough yet gentle voice behind him.
"And whit de ye think ye're doin up so late?"
Maxwell looked up and saw the paladin standing behind him. It wasn't until now that Maxwell fully realized how tall her was. "Hello Father Anderson."
"Ye should be asleep. Whit were ye're doin up ah' this hour?"
"I was looking at the stars Father, with Heinkel and Yumiko." He pointed at the pair.
Anderson went over to the two girls and hefted them both over his shoulder. "Aye, these two girls are inseparable, ah' can't ever get them apart."
"Wait...they're both girls? I thought Heinkel was a boy?"
The warrior priest laughed." Aye, you an' everybody else here." He started for the orphanage. "Come on, les' go home, its time for bed."
"Yes Father." Maxwell walked behind the man. He noticed a folded up piece of paper fall from Yumiko's hand and on to the ground. He picked it up and continued to follow his guide.
"And remember to say yer prayers 'afore bed." Anderson turned off the light in Maxwell's room. He had already set the nuns to the bed they insisted on sharing.
"Yes Father."
"Goodnight Enrico." Anderson shut the door and walked off to his own room.
Maxwell waited for the paladin's footsteps to fade. He strode over to the wall and turned to lights on. He then unfolded Yumiko's piece of paper and stared at it.
It depicted 3 crudely drawn figures in crayon, one in black priests robes with short blond hair, one in a nuns habit and long black hair, and one in between them both, holding both of their hands, dressed in a white shirt and a purple vest, the figure had blue eyes and blond hair.
Enrico stared at himself in the picture. He remembered Yumiko go on about how she was making Father a new drawing and how it was going to be the most beautiful picture yet and how great Anderson was and how he really deserved it. He remembered her working on it, covering it up anytime someone wanted to see it, claiming it wasn't ready yet.
He turned the lights out again and crawled into bed. He placed his picture on the bedside table.
'I don't need any friends.' He repeated to himself in his mind. 'I don't need any...but they sure are fun to have.' Enrico smiled and drifted off to sleep.