[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]


I had made a dangerous choice. I had skipped both lunch and dinner. I was lost in the time and had locked myself inside my windowless room. All I was aware of was a loud beeping sound, similar to the one that called the soldiers into their duty, which claimed when it was time for lunch and dinner and both of the brief alarms had been heard, but I still couldn't state a particular time for any of them. The ghosts in my mind played with the thought that I hadn't heard any of the signals at all, and that I had been sitting here for only a few minutes. It was hard to tell. Humans shouldn't be treated this way. We are fragile things with minds as mysterious as outer space.

I tossed and turned in bed; my stomach sometimes scaring me with loud beasty sounds. Even though I had devoured half of the fruits in the bowl on my nightstand, it wasn't enough for me. I wasn't foolish enough to eat everything that I had, but I couldn't shake off the empty feeling in my belly either. I couldn't ignore my hunger. I sighed and sat up. I needed to eat.

When I got out from bed and fingered with the lock, I felt like a wild animal going out to hunt for prey. It was easier (and actually possible) for me to get out of this room than it was in my earlier cell, where the locks where on the outside of the doors and the guards decided when you could get out.

Something told me Schrödinger was the only person aware of that I had changed to this room. It does explain why he had dragged me to breakfast so early in the morning before anyone else in the Millennium Organization had woken up. I walked fast in the hallway, giving myself the illusion that I knew what I was doing and what I did wasn't wrong and that I didn't break any rules.

I knew I had discovered a wending machine somewhere on this aircraft a few days ago, so that's what I'm looking for. Even though I didn't have any money on me, I still believed that it was the right solution to my problem. When I had turned a few corners and still didn't find it, I just kept walking. This was a bad idea since I was strutting around until I was lost and no longer could find my way back to where I first came from. Shit. I turned around. The idea of heading back seemed dense. I didn't even remember how I got here. I looked around. It looked like a common room of some sort.

I jumped when I felt a hand pull me back by my shoulder. My eyes widened when I recognized the face.

"Penelope!" I breathed out. She was one of my friends from the Hellsing Organization.

"Oh my God. You're alive! We thought we'd lost you Lydia!" I felt her arms around me, remembering her smell. It was funny how she still managed to smell like perfume and apple shampoo even though we'd been here for what felt like ages.

"What are you talking about?" I mumbled in her locks of dark hair.

"We didn't see you in the dining room." she said and released me.

"Where are the others?" I asked, worrying something might have happened to them since Penelope assumed I was dead.

"Don't you know?" she asked me. I shook my head slowly.

"What happened to them?" I asked, my body turning cold.

"Oh, no silly!" she laughed, unfreezing me. "They're in the evening class. You know, they're not obligatory or anything, and definitely not fun. But they're only for us, and it's always something to do, right? You should go too Lydia. Everyone will be there." she explained, telling me everything about this evening class created only for the people who had gotten kidnapped from the Hellsing Organization. Something I had never heard of, perhaps because of Schrödinger, who had dragged me away and somewhat isolated me from the others during these previous hours.

"I didn't know we had those..." I said suspiciously.

"Well come on! This is the only chance for us to be together and relax like we're ordinary people!" she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a random direction. I'm starting to get used to that by now, of course the only thing I could think about was him.

Penelope's grip was light and clumsy and she had dropped some of my fingers during our spurt, but it still reminded me of how properly Schrödinger's gloved hand fitted in mine. Of course, Schrödinger didn't run in heeled indoor shoes, neither did he have Penelope's long, dark locks bouncing up and down on his back and a apple scent following after him, but this moment still made me think about the catboy, and I was still upset with him for doing what he did and I was upset at myself for even sparing him a single thought of mine.

We now stood outside a door, slightly similar to the doors in the halls where my newly gotten room was. But the darker shade of color on the wall told me it wasn't the same corridor. Penelope sighed and put up her hair into a ponytail when she had let go of my hand.

"Can you believe this Lydia? I haven't showered in ages!" she muttered, even though she looked completely fine to me.

"Have you gotten your period yet?" she whispered, looking around us when bringing up such a subject. I shook my head, not even daring to think about that day. Soon, we will have been prisoners here for a week now, and I hadn't seen a single lady onboard except from our own Hellsing group. Penelope leaned down slightly.

"Ann got hers a few days ago. So she went to the nurse. She's like the only nice person here, the only woman in fact, but stay away from the Doctor. He's a total creep." she whispered in a voice too serious for her personality, but I listened to her and believed in every word she said.

When I was about to ask about this Doctor, Ann suddenly appeared beside Penelope, startling me. Ann is a person you can recognize anywhere, with the short jet black hair covered in bright red highlights. Her brown eyes, framed in smoky eyeliner (she carries eyeliner with her wherever she goes) widened when she saw me. Her face was pierced, lip, eyebrow, ears, nose, so it wasn't that much of a mystery for her to end up working at the Hellsing organization, where no person cared about what you looked like.

"Lydia." she said in a half-surprised and half-joyful voice. She walked over to hug me and patted my back, startling me a bit since she wasn't a very huggy person, except for wrestling, so this was our official first hug together. It was a bit awkward because the two of us weren't as close as her and Penelope, but I guess in a place like this, it doesn't really matter who's friends with who.

Ann pulled away from me and was quick to bring up the subject we were discussing before she arrived in her gothic glory.

"Stop talking about my period, Pen. I could hear you alright!" she said and hit Penelope playfully on the shoulder, which only showed Ann her tongue and giggled.

"I've missed you two..." I said, remembering their childish behavior. Penelope let out a long-lasting "aww" sound and Ann just winked at me.

"Seen any freaks yet?" Ann asked and looked between me and Penelope with a playful expression. But she didn't bother to listen to us, since she continued talking.

"Except for the creepy ass Doctor, I saw the hugest woman I've ever seen! I mean, I thought I was scary looking but I'm sure I look like a Barbie next to her. Her face was full of tattoos and she was pumped up like she was on steroids! At first I thought she was a dude. You seen her too? Orange hair and green eyes..." Ann babbled on, without even giving us an opportunity to speak.

Penelope looked both scared and disgusted at the mention of this woman. Ann did look a little bit rough on the outside. She refused to wear anything other than black clothes and she had this constant frown on her face. She was short and had a rather large curvy figure, which mostly consisted of muscles.

"No, and I'm very glad I haven't." Penelope said.

Ann snorted and played with one of her lip piercings. Her black framed eyes looking at me. I shook my head quickly.

"I haven't seen her either." I said, but I couldn't help but being curious.

"Have you seen some other strange people around here?" Penelope asked me.

I swallowed. Just when I was about to forget all about him and move on, he popped into my mind again. Would I lie if said no? Schrödinger almost seemed normal in comparison with that thing Ann had just described.

"No." I said quietly, avoiding both of their gazes.

If I've seen some strange people around here? Only a fourteen year old looking boy with a Hitler youth uniform with cat ears on top of his head and eyes that can shift between bright red and pale pink. He calls himself 'Schrödinger' because he is everywhere and nowhere, and he can disappear into the open air and he can turn spoons into corkscrews.

"No, and I'm grateful for that too." I added with a smile so false it was embarrassing. But they both didn't seem to notice since they nodded enthusiastically, and then the door opened. A tall white haired soldier stood in the doorway. Two bright red eyes peeked underneath a cap with the same color as his military uniform. Penelope and Ann just walked past him without even giving him a glance. So in their opinion, he wasn't creepy looking? Well he was in mine, and I couldn't stop staring. He didn't move. He didn't speak and he didn't even blink.

"Hi." I said awkwardly and waved at him in such carefulness it was silly. I heard Ann burst out in laughter from inside the room and Penelope instantly tried to quiet her down. When those red eyes bored themselves into mine, I quickly sneaked inside the room, very similar to a classic european classroom with even a whiteboard in the front, feeling rather stupid as I sat down between my two friends. The white haired man took his exit and the door locked itself, leaving us alone in this misplaced classroom.

"'Hi?' Really Lydia what the fuck?" Ann tried to mimic my voice as she elbowed my side rather brutally.

"You know, that thing doesn't even speak!" she told me like it was the most obvious thing.

"She couldn't know that!" Penelope backed me up.

"Shut up Pen! I saw you giggling to!" Ann teased.

"Yeah maybe, but you've got some nerve laughing like that in front of the Captain!" Penelope scoffed.

"Like you're the one to talk-"

"Did he lock us in?" I interrupted their little conversation as I stared at the door.

"Why did he leave us by ourselves?" I added. I looked at Penelope, because she was the only reasonable of the two of them.

"Oh, we can manage this ourselves, but some random person checks on us once in a while..." she said and shrugged it off. Somebody knocked on the door, the right moment to make us all jump in our seats.

"Now, already?" I asked, wondering who would check on us so early.

"No, it's only Kevin." Ann muttered and walked lazily towards the door.

"He's always late. Not only at the Hellsing Org. but apparently here as well..."

Kevin is a tall, blond guy, a couple of years older than me. He practiced as a receptionist in the Hellsing Organization and is a wealthy young man who is very popular with the ladies. He nodded when he saw me.

"Oh, Lydia... No time no see." he said, and he was right. I haven't seen him around at all. I only smiled at him because I was still nervous about the regular checking Penelope told me about, and his presence was so sudden. He's another person I don't know that well, but he's in the same level as Ann nonetheless so he isn't just a nobody to me.

"Are we the only people here?" he asked as he grabbed some books on a shelf and sat down in the front of the room. We girls were sitting in the back.

"Yep. Naomi and Berry didn't want to come." Ann said, almost bitterly as she sloughed down on the chair again.

(I'll tell you more about those two later.)

So now I knew everything that I needed to know. Everyone were fine. Everyone were alive. Maybe everything is just like Jack had said. This was only temporary and soon everything would be over. Yes, that must be it. We will all probably laugh at this in a few days. Or weeks.

"GROOOWL~"

My hand slapped my belly. Kevin turned around to look at me. Ann laughed of course, and Penelope shot me a glance of worry.

"Haven't you gotten any food Lydia?" she asked, her pretty little eyes looking like the ones of a puppy.

"No, but it's alright." I said and managed another half-hearted smile. I didn't want to mention my breakfast, in case they didn't get any and I wouldn't want them to believe I was given any special treatment. I didn't want them to worry about me either.

The time here went on as it went. My hand clutched the pencil I borrowed from Kevin. I didn't have the stuff the others had so I had to borrow a lot of things. Ann told me something about talking with one of the soldiers and ask for books and material, but I rather not. This was fine. I couldn't even focus on anything and all we did was talking, and no working. Exactly like our old schooldays, then.

"But are you certain that the creature you're talking about is a woman?" Kevin asked from where he was sitting in the front, elbows crossed on the backrest of his chair.

"Yeah! I promise! She had boobs and calves and everything!" I tried not to laugh at Ann's taken form; it was like she had seen a ghost or something and wanted to describe it so badly to us, but of course we all believed in her. This place was mad after all.

We all laughed, including myself, as Ann tried to mimic the way that androgynous woman walked and talked. Penelope almost fell out of her chair laughing when she looked at Kevin with hungry crazy eyes and eyed him up and down, biting her finger. I laughed too, but I was lucky enough to be able to shut up just when the door burst open.

"What is all of this!? We give you the privilege of doing some great use of time and this is how you spend it? Laughing and talking like the imbeciles you are..." a calm and controlling voice dominated the air in the classroom. Every single one of us couldn't believe our eyes. Before us stood the exact same person Ann had nagged about this evening (and even made fun of) so of course we all looked at Ann, who looked so embarrassed it was pitiful. Her face was about to turn as red as the highlights in her hair.

"ATTENTION!"

Our eyes shot as quickly as they could towards this creature again. Her hands were on her hips and the green eyes glared daggers into our souls. She surprised us all when a smirk that almost looked kind entered her hard face. Beside her stood the tall man who had opened the door for us earlier, still with the same, monotonous expression. He almost appeared short next to her.

"Look at you all! So young, and-" she paused, trying to find a suitable word for all of us.

"Mortal..." her eyes examined every single one of our faces.

"I am Zorin Blitz. This isn't the last you'll see of me, I assure you." she informed, walking slowly towards us, making us sit upright like pines in our chairs. After her little walk around the benches she stood beside the man once again, who now was standing in the center in front of the whiteboard.

"But of course, I'm not the only one who will be watching over you all. You've all met our captain." she unenthusiastically mentioned to the man beside her.

"But we're not the only one who will… socialize with you." she said, her eyes scanning us like ants underneath a microscope.

"Introduce yourself, Catboy!" she ordered, without ending her examination. Kevin was someone she seemed to have a hard time taking her eyes from. Realizing what Zorin had said lastly, I couldn't care less at her interest in the receptionist as I felt an uncomfortable wave of unwanted attention wash over me like an endless wave, even though no one I could see had their eyes on me.

We all could hear footsteps behind us, but I'm certain that the steps did only affect me overwhelmingly when walking through my mind and my mind alone. Kevin turned around, and even though he was sitting in front of me, his blue eyes did not look at me. He looked almost wide-eyed at the surface behind us from where he was seated; watching whoever this person was who would introduce himself in the matter of a few seconds.

This made Penelope and even Ann look back too. But I didn't. I was already very aware of whom this person was; because when he slowed down for a second, only to gently brush his fingertips on the back of my hand that lay still on top of the desk, it couldn't be any other person in the world. Time stood completely still. It was like he himself had closed the meaning of time and space. His touch was soft as a feather and temporary like a fallen tear. He was wearing a new pair of gloves without purple invading the whiteness of the expensive fabric.

I did everything in my power in order to not look at him and pretend that he didn't touch my hand and that nothing had happened. But most importantly; I was worried some of the souls in the room had seen that small, innocent contact. The back of my hand tingled, and it felt like he had put something on top of it, but every time I looked at it, nothing was there. I didn't want to, but I couldn't resist looking at him, whose own eyes looked at all of us. Kevin, Ann, Penelope and me. And he was smiling hugely, but that smile wasn't for me alone. It was for all of us and a funny sensation attacked me in realization. My hand, that Schrödinger just touched a few seconds ago, placed itself on my stomach that felt flat and starving, the back of my hand still tingling from his transitory stroke.

"Guten tag!" he greeted. Everybody mumbled back a greeting of their own and Penelope quickly took this opportunity and whispered quickly to me, "Cute." In my ear within the tiny choir of greetings, and all I did was nodding. I didn't feel very well.

"My name is Schrödinger. Feel free to ask me if you need anything. I'm everywhere and nowhere." he said and I took a deep breath. Last time he'd said that, he was inside my head. I felt dizzy.

"Me also, of course…" Zorin stepped forward, only to glance down at Kevin with something particular in mind. Penelope and Ann tried to hide their snickering but failed miserly. She was examining poor Kevin just like Ann had done a few moments ago, only the seductive finger between her lips was missing. I gave them warning glances as I tried to shut them up.

"Quiet." I whispered as quietly as I could. But not quietly enough.

"What was that?" Zorin asked, looking at the three of us in the back of the room. Her hungry eyes had just left Kevin and were glancing crazily at me instead, but in another way. Indeed, everybody was looking at me, including the white haired man. Including Schrödinger.

"Nothing." I said, knowing that she had heard me before and expected an answer.

"Nothing? I didn't hear nothing." she hissed.

"I was only trying to create silence here in the back row. I didn't mean to disturb you in any way." I explained with my heart in my throat.

"And that didn't really work out so perfectly, I can see. Who's talking now sweetheart?" she gave me a stern look. I saw Kevin cover his sniggering mouth in the front. That traitor... Zorin saw that Kevin had sniggered, but she didn't say anything about it.

Oh, great. Kevin is the teacher's pet then.

"Acting like animals when we're not around is one thing. But being disrespectful, even in our presence is a huge deal."

I blushed as I sank lower and lower in my seat. I felt so embarrassed. I would never mock Ann or anyone else ever again. This is what true shame feels like.

"It's overall unacceptable." she finished. Her gleaming eyes drifted towards Kevin again as she stood next to Schrödinger. I had almost forgotten about him. Schrödinger.

When my blush had faded, I took the courage to look at him. To my surprise he was looking at me too. Me and me only with that indescribable emotion in his eyes, eyes that looked very pink at this moment. And for this moment only, there was only the two of us in the room. Until he decided to speak.

"Can you stand?"

It was almost like a hallucination when I saw his lips move. But it wasn't.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

My eyed were wide. Even Zorin looked a bit taken back at his request.

"I haven't seen you before. So I think you should let me have a good look on you and introduce yourself." he said and he was lying. He was lying to me, and he was lying to everyone in the room, including himself. Just when my embarrassment had vanished, it came right back to me. I was too speechless to even fight back on this one. This boy was full of surprises. Awful, horrible surprises.

After an intruding glance from Zorin. I did as he'd said, and I stood up in the classroom. But that wasn't enough for him. Schrödinger did a discreet motion with his hand that told me to step to the side and expose my whole body instead of standing behind the desk. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse than this, I had to move to stand in-between me and Penelope's seats, for Schrödinger, including Zorin and the Captain, to gawk at my whole being.

My face heat up under the weight of all eyes upon me. Schrödinger smiled with satisfaction and triumph; his ears perking up like a cat seeing his owner coming home.

"A new classmate, huh? What's your name, girly?" Zorin asked. I should answer her with my tongue and lips, but instead my inner organs decided to revolt like a starving orchestra.

"GROOOWL~"

"Lydia Romanoff."

I bit my lips, my tense face exposed to the world. My captivated hands covered my stomach in a brief attempt to conceal the involuntarily noises. At first, my eyes had dropped to the floor in embarrassment but now I discovered that my gaze shifted around the classroom, asking for help. Zorin's loud sigh made me look at her in soundless angst. She was rolling her eyes, but at least she didn't laugh at me, or struggling to hold the laughter within, like some – Ann and Kevin – was doing on my expense.

"Romanoff..." she mutters my last name with a wrinkle on her nose, like she was smelling something nasty.

"Get her something to eat before she'll collapse. I don't know how long mortals can live on an empty stomach..." she ordered someone sullenly, without any trace of compassion in her voice. She had just gotten enough of my presence and wanted me out of her sight, I assume.

"Yes, fräulein!" Schrödinger said voluntarily. He stepped towards me, about to lead me away, but all I wanted to do was sit down and fade away in between Ann and Penelope again, who watched the situation curiously. Schrödinger literally had to drag me towards the exit by the chains on my wrists.

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but it was too firm. He turned around to face me so promptly that our faces almost touched.

"I must, unfortunately." he whispered to me with a smirk. But his lips didn't move. His words were echoing through my head like he was in there.

As soon as we were outside, he led me to the nearest wall in the corridor and let my back face it so he could look me in the eyes. His Cheshire-expression sent shivers down my spine. We gazed into each other's eyes silently; both waiting for something to happen, but I decided to not make anything happen.

"Don't touch me, please." I said.

"I'm not." he replied and he was right. He wasn't touching me. Both of his hands were on either side of me, but they weren't on my body. I blushed at my own ignorance. His palms were placed on the wall, beside my shoulders. But of course, I didn't say that he was touching me either, I simply asked him not to. He leaned in towards me.

"I won't unless you want it." he whispered softly on my earlobe without going against my words by putting his hands on me. I was always surprised at how tender he could be, but even though he could made me feel wanted and out of the ordinary, I just couldn't get over what he'd said to me this morning. The unpleasant reminder urged me to duck underneath one of his arms and walk a few steps away from him. I stood quietly with my hands rubbing my temples.

Schrödinger appeared in front of me again.

"We can find leftovers in the kitchen if you want." he encouraged with a grin and turned on his heels; moving along the corridor with his arms folded behind his head, bare elbows aiming at Heaven. I couldn't follow him. I didn't want to be hurt all over again. I tried to think of other ways of getting food, even though his offer would've been the easiest way out of hunger.

Well the wending machine idea didn't really work out as I planned, so I just had to figure out something else. I had to go either way. I had to leave him now before it's too late. I remembered I had a bowl of fruit in my room. I could finish the fruit I had left and manage until tomorrow. Schrödinger kept on walking like he was certain that I was following him. Making sure he was far away enough, I took off in the opposite direction. It didn't take long before I heard my name ring softly in the air.

"Lydia! Where do you think you're going?" Schrödinger asked, his voice plain but playful.

"To my room." I said back carelessly, which perhaps was a bit foolish. He swiftly caught up with me and blocked my path.

"Let me come with you." he said.

"No." I breathed.

"Why?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. His mouth smiled but I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"You know why…" I said. My eyes sharpened at the memory nestled between my room and the hallway with rooms where he'd denied what he did and made a fool out of me.

"If you go back to your room now, you won't get any food. So come with me and we can sort everything out!" he smiled so hugely his eyes closed. I clenched my fists as I stepped back a little.

"I sorry." I said, hearing how my voice trembled in rejection. I didn't really want to leave him like this, but I knew it was for the best.

"Please." he asked, his smile only growing. I sighed in hesitation.

"I can't-"

"Please!" he shouted like a child, and his behavior made me really uncomfortable. When he moved his hand carefully towards me, I wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but assuming it would be the start of something less gentle, I slapped his hand away from my sight and walked past him. A tug on the lower part of my arm made me swirl around to stand face to face with him. His eyes shot me like a gun. I was really getting tired of this.

"What did I ever do to you?" he asked innocently and my blood began boiling on many different levels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a long time before opening them and started to speak.

"We met yesterday." I began. "Yesterday and we still don't know each other. The very first thing you did to me was sexual harassing me in the dining room, and later on moved me into another room where some poor man doesn't live anymore, and then you kissed me. You kissed me, and I can say it how many times I want because I was there and I know it happened. You know it happened too so don't you dare deny it again." I told him whilst looking him in the eyes.

Schrödinger's smile was small. The end of the corner of his mouth was drawn up and his eyes were full of understanding when he was staring at me calmly. This kind of expression had me doubt that he was just a little boy. His eyes illuminated when he approached me speechlessly, making me back away with my upper body - I refused to step away - and my spine supported my firm position. He had to bend his head up slightly in order to maintain our eye contact as he came closer and closer.

Just when I felt that I would fall backwards, I felt his skinny but strong arms around my waist; the chain on my handcuffs was the only thing between us as he had forced his gloved hands through the gaps between my upper arms and chest. I had no other choice but to remain the way I was. I couldn't escape from this, considering that my hands were limited rigidly by our love handles and I was stuck in his embrace.

I shuddered when his body pressed against my defenseless one. His body felt both big and small, and thousands of things were running through my mind. He was so close that we no longer could look into each others eyes, so instead he had put his face in the hook of my neck. He inhaled my scent by my collarbones and reached up to whisper

"Can I do it again?"

He was ready to kiss me. I didn't know what to say. The chain stuck between us felt thinner than a hair strand. The pads of his fingertips danced along my back. I felt his lips nibble at the delicate skin of my throat as he sniggered in delight at my speechless reaction. His surprisingly soft ears and blonde messy hair tickled my neck and the surface underneath my chin, and he softened his grip around my waist.

I closed my eyes tightly and pierced my lips together. When I felt his lips nudge mine, I succeeded to push him away from me, using the wrists of my captivated hands. His limp arms around me got thorn off me like a plaster on a wound. He stumbled back, looking at me just as excitingly he had done before he tried to kiss me.

"I'm going back to my room." I explained, feeling both guilty and relived at the same time. Schrödinger gave one last attempt to a perfect smirk as he tried to grab me again, but I wouldn't let him.

"I told you to not touch me!" I shouted at him, like this was the last moment I was capable of saying no to him. At first he thinks it's a joke, but then, the smirk disappears from his face. His hands dropped to his sides like he'd dropped a pile of expensive porcelain plates. He held his head up; the position reminding me of when I saw him for the first time. Straight as a pine.

"Fine." he said in a surprisingly smooth voice. His smile was fading for the first time, and his gaze had darkened as he suddenly stepped towards me and harshly tugged my chin towards his level. His red eyes looked at my face for a moment, searching after a feeling neither of us could find.

"Then starve." he whispered, coolly pushing my face away from his with his slender fingers.


"I didn't know cats could smile." Was Alice Kingsleigh's father Charles' response to her nightmares, which her own answer to his unawareness was "Neither did I."

If I could speak my mind in that conversation, I would tell them both:

"Once you ever meet a cat that can smile, never give it a reason not to."