Seras sat there, stunned. Hans just stood there, seemingly just as stunned to have done that. Neither of them moved for a couple moments. Then, they both turned, faces hot, away from each other. "S-S-S-Sleep well Hans." He nodded enthusiastically, and he laid down on the floor beside Integra's bed. Seras sat on the armchair beside her, shaking slightly. It's late, she reasoned. He's probably just tired and didn't know what he was doing. A voice echoed in her head. 'Tch, I believe the Lady is, eh, reassuring herself?' Pip, she said back to him, an irritation in her voice that cut like a blade, I am not in the mood for this conversation. 'Ha.' He replied. 'You certainly seemed in the mood for kissing, hm?' Pip! She mentally bit at him, and he recoiled. 'Ah, I am jus' saying, if you truly have feelings for the Wolf, then go.' She wasn't sure whether to feel relief or not.

'But I am telling you, he is up to no good.'

Hans? She replied, confusion coloring her voice. She glanced at the sleeping figure that lay beside Integra. 'Yes. He was in Mill-'She nearly snarled. That was the past! He is a part of Hellsing now, so there's no use doing anything. He was silent for a moment. 'You do have feelings for him. And they are favorable.' He said this in an almost mournful voice. 'If you didn't, you would have not snapped at me as you did.'

She furrowed her brow. Was it not you who was enthusiastically telling me how there was no turning back? Until you get your ideas straight, do not speak to me! She could feel Pip recoil again. 'Seras-!' She stayed silent. 'Och, how jealous I am of your wolfman! You would ignore me to defend him!' He chuckled, and it seemed to vibrate in her throat. 'Maybe I was too quick. Too much pressure. Ah, well.' She could feel him start to recede into the back of her mind.

She leaned back and put a hand to her face. She had just scolded Pip, who had been killed by Millenium, to stop bullying a former member. Pip? She asked quietly. I'm sorry. That was totally unfair of me. She heard a very quiet whisper in her mind. 'Oh, I do not mind. I do like the flustered look on your face though.' Pip! She exclaimed. He laughed, and finally fell to a slumber in her mind.

She sighed, and fell into a light sleep.

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Hans was quick to get up the next morning, as if he needed to get up as soon as possible. Seras lightly smiled at him, waving a little. His face erupted pink, and he hid most of it in his collar. She laughed a little. The talk she had with Pip the night before had somehow calmed her mind.

What did not calm her mind was a fork that had flown past her head and stuck itself in the wall behind her. Integra snarled at her. "If I am so recovered of my illness, why then am I still not allowed out of my sleeping quarters?" Seras held up her hands in protest. "If you overstress yourself even slightly, you could fall back to being sick!" Integra gave her a glare that could kill a dragon on the spot. Luckily for me, I'm already dead, she thought with a cold shiver travelling down her spine. "Seras, I'm relieving you of your babysitting duties." Seras shook her head. "Master Integra, it is my duty-" Integra snapped at her, bitterness wafting from her voice. "I want to be left alone!"

Hans looked between them. "That goes for you too, mutt." They both left the room silently as Integra shuffled out a book.

Seras growled in irritation."I swear she's just so- Ugh!" She grabbed her hair and nearly pulled it all out. "That's it, I need to blow off some steam." She stomped off, and Hans followed loyally. She kept stomping and huffing, seemingly not noticing Hans. Hans noticed that the back of her head was getting darker. And darker. Until it was a black thick fire that waved from along her hairline up to her crown. He watched, curious, as a face emerged from it. It was the face of a man with an eyepatch on. A hand appeared, and two fingers stuck out. One toward his own eye, and back to Hans. It was obvious what he was saying. 'I'm watching you.'

The fire dissipated faster that it appeared, and Seras seemed oblivious of what just happened.

She flew open a room that had gym gear filling it. A punching bag dangled from a thick chain, and she ran over to it. She kicked her leg up, and it was obliterated into stringy fibers and clusters of cotton. She growled again. "I swear, this room isn't nearly durable enough." Hans stared at her. He then unbuttoned his jacket, and tossed it aside. "Eh?" He fastened his gloves tighter, and stiffened into a fighting stance. "Hans, no, I can't have another part of Hellsing getting-"

He ran at her.

She instinctively hopped over him and grabbed his head, pulling him backwards. He retaliated by grabbing her hand and flipping her over, but she propelled herself enough to kick him squarely in the chest. They fought back and forth, until Hans grabbed her arm and shoved her against a wall. She kneed him in the stomach and slid around him, pinning him into the wall from behind. "I said no!" He turned and looked over his shoulder, grinning. The realized he had just blown the steam out of her.

Black fire erupted from one of her arms and the arm of Pip emerged, flicking him in the back of his head.

She laughed and he grunted as she released him, and the arm of Pip was about to flip him off if it wasn't for Seras forcibly consuming the fire back into her body. She walked to the kitchen as Hans followed, glaring at the small trace of black smoke that trailed from her arm.

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Integra sighed mournfully.

She brushed dust off the papers she was holding for the thousandth time; she wasn't sure if she should read it. The words on the front were in scripted with gold, which was now peeling away. The words read:

The Last Will and Testament of Walter C. Dornez.