[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]
"Look at you." Schrödinger mumbled, padding the side of my face with a cloth. "You're so filthy." he said, pressing the former white cloth empty of pink colored water in a bucket on the floor. We were now inside the infirmary room, a room I have never been in before.
Schrödinger took me here, away from the cafeteria and saved me from the dreadfulness of curious eyes. Maybe he just wanted to save his own skin, but from what I understand, Schrödinger seems to be able to commit genocide without getting himself in trouble.
He was squatting down on the floor beside the bucket before me, sitting on his boots while he grinned up me, seated on the infirmary table. He put his hands on the tip of my shoes, swinging my feet back and forth slightly.
"Are you angry?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head slowly. Not quite sure if I was mad at him or not, but perhaps it was for the best. He examined my body.
"She's all over you..." he said, letting go of my toes. "Even your knees are stained, how did you manage to get this much blood on you? You look like you've survived gunfire at the front."
My eyes left his when he began talking about war.
"I was... out of line." I explained, and Schrödinger began untying my shoes.
"No worries about that. I'll help you get back to normal in a jiffy." he said optimistically.
Back to normal.
"At least your socks are clean..." he said, sitting up. He dusted off his shorts and looked at my legs and I looked at his grinning face.
"We must remove those too." he said, mentioning to my pants before putting the bucket away. He looked back at me normally, and I nodded in understanding.
No person on earth would be okay with wearing these pants. Yet, even though Schrödinger didn't seem to be up to something else than helping me, it didn't stop this moment to be uncomfortable and make me feel embarrassed. Schrödinger rubbed his hands together before removing his dirty gloves.
"Here we go."
Putting the bloodied gloves beside me on the table, he kneeled down in front of me, and I wiggled awkwardly out of my trousers as he tugged at the fabric around my ankles. I shivered as the cold air embraced my nude legs. Schrödinger stood back up again and put my pants in a messy pile on top of his gloves, and I took this as an opportunity to jump off the table. I didn't know why I suddenly wanted to do that. I now stood on the floor in my underwear, probably leaving me more exposed than what I was before when I was sitting down. He turned back to me, surprised that I had jumped off the infirmary table.
"Are you angry?" I gave the question back to him, wanting to change subject, but also wanting to know if he was.
Schrödinger looked me in the eyes, remembering what had happened during out meeting with Rip Van Winkle.
"I was..." he said, his face turning less gleeful. "I'm sorry." he said, his bare hand reaching up to the side of my face.
"I wish I hadn't – I was out of line." he explained, using my own words. I smiled at that, accepting his touch. He stroked his thumb underneath my eye.
"I shot her." he whispered, licking his lips and looked down in a way that he just had confessed that to me and was nervous about how I would react. But already knew. I was there, and I saw him aiming a gun at her.
"Yes, you did Schrödinger." I said, more kindly that necessary.
"Don't you want to know why?" he asked. He removed his hand from my face, examining the little blood on his fingertips. I didn't answer him, but he continued anyway. "She was all over you. And not in this way..." he chuckled, licking the blood off his fingers, making my face cringe with disgust.
"Also..." he smiled to himself with content after smacking his lips from her taste. "She seemed to have caught my attention a bit, which wasn't good for us, Lydia. But as I supposed, she tastes bad, and that made her nothing but a pretty face. She's dead now, however-"
"You were interested in her." I mumbled in slow realization and dissatisfaction, while examining his face with a concerned frown. Schrödinger looked unmoved by my upset reaction and shrugged his shoulders.
"A little bit, yes, but mostly because it made you jealous." he supposed.
When he smirked I pushed him. I didn't know what had gotten into me but I actually pushed him. Both of my hands slammed against his chest, making him stumble backwards slightly, but he didn't look the slightest taken back as his face remained smug and calm.
"You're awful." I said, his attitude only encouraging me to push him again, and again. It was his own fault for freeing me from the chains. "I knew it." I said between the pushes. "I should've known better!" I was just about to push him another time when he grabbed hold of my hands, preventing me from making that happen.
"Do continue Lydia." he said in fascination, moving towards me whilst glancing down at my bare legs in the process.
"It's fine. You can push me until you no longer can cope. Push me as hard as you can." he said and I tried my best to stay put, but it was difficult to stand firmly without my shoes on. My socks only ended up slipping on the glossy floor that had transformed into a skid pad after he'd began walking towards me.
"Didn't it feel good? Do you want me to feel pain Lydia?" he asked, and in the blink of an eye, he'd led me behind a blocking curtain, so we were less exposed if someone would come into the infirmary room. It was much darker in this department.
"Let out your anger. Hurt me." he dared me in a whisper. He lowered his voice "But what's the point? She's doesn't exist anymore."
I blinked at his words and took a deep breath before reminding him of the obvious.
"You killed her." I said calmly, still having trouble to let that sink in. It was hard to realize such a complex thing.
"For the sake of us." he answered, like that reason made his actions completely innocent. He released me and grabbed my hands in his. He leaned towards my face. "You're so naive sometimes. You're really adorable, Lydia." he said in the most convincing way, letting go of my hands to kiss my cheek slowly.
I grabbed his chin and pushed his face away.
"Don't do that."I said, but he only smirked at my rejection and leaned in again, urging my hand away nonchalantly.
"Then what am I allowed to do?" he murmured against my lips.
I had no answer to his question as both of my hands placed themselves on his chest in defeat. He placed his hands on my hip bones and moved down across the thin fabric of my underwear, stopping at my thighs. His hands were both warm and cold, and the fact that he was touching me without gloves sent tingles along my spine.
"You're so bare." he breathed in my ear, pulling our lower regions closer. My whole body felt flushed; not only was my face blushing, but I was blushing through my flesh and all the way into my bones. "All because of your pretty dead girlfriend." he finished, eager hands exploring skin never shown before now.
"Penelope has nothing to do with this." I said to him in agony, whilst examining the different shades of red in his eyes.
"You're right." Schrödinger smirked, backing me further into the new environment. "She's gone now." he said, hands moving from my thighs upwards and underneath my shirt. "But pigments of her remain, so it must be removed." he said and pulled the bloodstained piece of clothing above my head.
He dropped the fabric to the floor and embraced my bare being almost instantly, breathing in the scent of me when nestling into the hook of my neck. The cold metal buttons on his uniform felt arctic against my heated skin.
"Let's remove it, together." his breath felt like hot steam when it collided with my cold-sweaty bare neck.
"You're almost clean." he said. Almost.
"Schrödinger..." I asked, feeling everything at once. It all happened so quickly.
"What will happen during these next moments?" I asked and a laugh suddenly left him; his blond hair tickled the surface beneath my chin.
"Now you're talking so maturely again." he said, hugging me closer.
"I love you." he said quietly, grabbing the back of my head gently but firmly.
"What?" I asked breathlessly.
"I love it. I love it when you're talking like that." he said quickly. "So warm..." he whispered to my collarbones, referring to my body heat. I wasn't sure of what to do in a moment like this. I didn't know what to do with my arms, and the rest of my body what so ever, especially when being this exposed.
The bold person I once was in the evening class was long gone, and I had forgotten all about her. Perhaps she had gotten killed along with Penelope.
"Will you get in trouble now?" I asked when thinking about Penelope again, hands feeling the stiff material of his uniform that dressed every inch of his back. Young back muscles merely noticed underneath.
"Trouble? Why?" he asked, still enjoying himself in our embrace.
"You just killed a person." I said, not sure if I should laugh or not. I felt his lips smirk against my skin.
"You're saying that in such a casual way." he noticed, and when I thought about it, I actually did.
I talked about death, murder, like it was nothing. And this was not just a person. It was a human, a girl the same age as me, that I've known for years; a former colleague. Perhaps even a friend of mine. Or was she just a creature that made me feel the sin of envy?
"But to answer that question of yours..." Schrödinger pulled away from me, putting his smooth, cold hands on the sides of my ribcage.
"How can someone like me ever get in trouble?" he asked. He was smiling at me, exposing his white teeth and canines. His eyes glanced down at my body timidly. A hand reached up to grace one of my collarbones.
"You are blushing… all the way out to your shoulders..." he explained in a whisper, sounding flattered whilst his hand was touching me, naked fingers mentioning with an intimate wandering towards the bump on my left shoulder, kind of where the collarbone ended. His eyes gleamed in the dim darkness at the sight of my uncovered skin and his lips had taken rest in wonder and scrutiny, forming a small circle in place of the endless smile he always carried with him.
"It's all because of you." I said, making his pink orbs dart up towards my gaze.
He looked strangely surprised. Something had changed into his eyes and I could see how deeply he had gotten into his thoughts. I could see the intelligence in his eyes. He frowned softly and tilted his head to the side, looking at me the whole time.
"Me?" he asked, fingertips digging into my skin as his grip on my shoulder hardened. "That doesn't make sense. I don't have control over you."
And with those words, his touch disappeared. He stepped back, giving me room to breathe. He slowly backed away from me, one step at a time.
"This is what you decide for yourself. You're biting into the apple, Eve." Schrödinger said, and I could no longer bear with that name.
"My name is not Eve..." I was walking towards him, finally having that said, until I stepped on something. My removed shirt. When I bent down to pick it up, Schrödinger appeared squatting behind me, whispering in my ear.
"Correct, but you are what you are whether you're named or nameless."
I hugged the piece of fabric to my chest, after hearing his German drenched words. His oddly muscular arms snaked around my sitting position and pulled me to him; my almost fully naked back colliding with his dressed torso.
"Precious Eve." he breathed in my ear.
Then all of the sudden, the lights in this department lit up. I looked back at Schrödinger for an explanation but he looked just as confused as I was. His ruby eyes squinted up at the ceiling before glancing into my eyes again. His lips began forming silent words.
Put your shirt on.
As soon as I had put my shirt back on and Schrödinger helped me to get up from the floor, he yanked me in a random direction, hushing me with his whispers.
"Down here, Eve!" he hissed, lifting up a white table cover from a table I hadn't even noticed before now. He made sure I was out of sight before he crawled underneath it himself. To my surprise, it wasn't dark in here and I could outline Schrödinger's face perfectly clearly.
He caught me staring at the side of his face and glanced back down at me. His ruby eyes glossed with excitement after the rush from the shared adrenalin we both felt.
"You think we will be caught this time?" he whispered so quietly, his lips barely moved as his gaze was back into my eyes, once again. Perhaps they didn't move at all. Maybe he was in my head.
Not daring to answer his question because of the fear of being busted underneath the table, I only swallowed and looked down at my naked thighs. It didn't take long before Schrödinger's hand was visible on them though. 'I know you're thinking about it too.'
I don't know what shocked me the most; the theory that he no longer whispered and an echo suddenly tinted his words inside my head, or the fact that his bare hand ever so slowly moved towards my abdomen; his silky palm gracing the warmth of my inner thighs.
'Admit it.´
My hand caught his in silence as I blocked his path to my underwear line. He responded to my contact, slender fingers squeezing my skin, showing mercy to my own cowardly touch that resisted him timidly.
'Don't resist me.'
I didn't have time or patience for this. Someone else was in this room with us, but Schrödinger didn't seem to care less about that fact. He reminded me that he had another perfectly working hand as he pulled me even closer to him, looping his arm around my waist. I had to let go of his hand now, or else I might end up outside of our little hiding place, since I wasn't in my firmest bodily form at the moment.
His hand continued its way along the forbidden path; mockingly floating just above the smaller piece of fabric as his palm ended up right underneath my belly button, slowly moving downwards.
You wouldn't dare, Schrödinger.
'Oh, so you finally understand how this works?'
My uncomfortable gaze shot at Schrödinger who had a satisfied smirk on his face.
His cursed hand showed my private part mercy as he instead moved both of his hands to the sides of my face.
"They capture the coltish youths; one with the façade of a 14-year-old boy in the throes of first love, but somehow missing is the fever of a relationship that spirals toward death!"
I recognized the sing-song voice almost instantly, after the sound of slammed doors fell into the room like something heavy was dropped on the floor.
"Rip Wan Winkle... What on earth are you talking about?" a harsher voice answered her operatic voice.
"The girl! Obviously! And messenger boy! Schrödinger obviously did it for her sake." Van Winkle answered dramatically.
Her version of the story seemed to have turned into a happy operetta about ruthless revenge and fateful love.
I looked at Schrödinger. We sat like two statues, in the same position Schrödinger had chosen himself. His hand still held my face, but his ruby orbs were looking elsewhere as his ears began wiggling in a listening manner. I tried my best to listen too. A frown began to take form on his face.
"The purpose of the shooting is unimportant. Officer Jack's death was one thing, but killing a Hellsing Trainee in unacceptable. That will ruin everything."
"Zorin, relax. It was only that brown haired tart. If you ask me, he made a splendid decision!"
My face felt cold and left alone. I looked at Schrödinger again who had released me. His ears had lowered down back at his head and he sat with his knees hugged against his chest. He looked to be deep in thought. We had found a perfect hiding spot underneath another examination table which had a large table cloth tossed over it. We could outline Zorin's and Van Winkle's forms in two silhouettes behind the highlighted fabric.
"If the Major ever finds out about this-"
"Eh, what about it! We still have lots of fun to look forward too! This was just some extra we wanted to add to spice up our big mission a bit. We still have plenty of trainees left to play with… but you better keep your manly hands off my Fräulein!"
"I won't steal your girlfriend Rip Van Winkle. Why would I want someone like her, when there are handsome young men in that group?"
I covered my mouth to stifle a puzzled laugh when hearing Zorin's scandalous words and I noticed Schrödinger rising an eyebrow. So she obviously has a thing for Kevin.
"ZORIN! Your DOG!" Van Winkle exclaimed, waving her arms around like a lunatic.
I would too if I wasn't trapped underneath the table.
"Jokes aside; the issue with catboy can't be forgotten. I want you to have a little talk with him, understood? Refer him to the Doctor and make sure that he digs deeper in his rebellious behavior and get the boy checked up. And wash your hands, they're still full of that girl's blood; dirty non-virgin blood." Zorin muttered and I couldn't help but look down at the browned stains on the hem of my shirt.
"Yes ma'am." Rip Van Winkle stated and saluted.
The door slammed shut and Van Winkle was left alone in the infirmary room.
Well, almost.
We heard her footsteps as she walked towards the sink while humming a happy tone.
The water went on.
"Oy! Come out, small volatile birds of inspiration!" she sang. Schrödinger was the first of us to jump out from our hiding place. He sighed out in relief, like he had been holding his breath in the entire time.
"Thank you for covering up for me, Fräulein! I'm sorry for being a handful sometimes." he said, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. Rip Van Winkle waved a wet, gloveless hand at him.
"Birds of a feather flock together, right?" she winked at both of us, but even so I couldn't help but feel a little bit left out. I didn't belong in Millennium. I stood out like a sore thumb. In more ways than one…
"Covering up for each other is what we do! Covering… COVERING! GOOD GRIEF! FIND SOMETHING TO COVER HER UP! LOOK AT YOU!" Rip Van Winkle shouted when discovering my bare legs.
"Where are your pants Fräulein?" she asked in terror, pointing at my panties. Her slender finger landed on Schrödinger next.
"WHERE IS HER PANTS?" she grabbed his shoulders and shook him furiously. "What have you done to her you little pervert?!" she asked, her cheeks reddening, either in anger or in an embarrassment that I was responsible of.
Schrödinger was right actually. It was pretty invigorating to get busted.
"I can't do this." I protested, feeling ashamed of myself for being ungrateful. But I couldn't help it.
Rip Van Winkle looked like she would break down and cry in the matter of seconds at my disapproval. In her slender hand she held a clothing hanger with a Millennium uniform attached to it. "But you would look so pretty." she said in a meek voice. "We would match."
She tried so hard to convince me that I felt a bit sorry for her, but I had already made up my mind ceaselessly.
"I can't." I said, tugging down the hem of my shirt, in an attempt to hide my upper thighs. I suppose wearing it wouldn't kill me, but simply looking at the Swastika made me more than uncomfortable. Having to withstand the evil symbol on Schrödinger each and every day was quite enough, but I wouldn't go so far actually wearing it myself.
"But I don't want you undressed!" Rip Van Winkle whined, yet putting down the uniform sulkily on a footstool in defeat.
"Okay, possibly … but not for everyone to see." she mumbled.
I didn't really know where we were exactly. It was a dressing room of some kind; attached to the infirmary room.
"Perhaps she likes having fewer clothes on her." Schrödinger suggested. He was sitting on top of a low shelf, acting innocent, but that sentence speaks for itself perfectly well. His gangly legs were swinging in the air as his heels bumped into the furniture.
"Hush it you!" Van Winkle hissed at him, making him laugh it off with a wave of his hand. His hands were still as bare as my legs and they bothered me to no end and I still found myself staring. When he caught me in my act, I immediately shot my gaze elsewhere.
I thought our tense interactions would rest from there, but not quite.
"Fräulein, would you mind leaving us alone for a minute?" Schrödinger asked Van Winkle, jumping off the shelf. I looked at him in confusion; his cheerful face had faded slightly and turned more mature after asking her to leave.
"Oh My!" she groaned, eyebrows shaping up in distress.
"Don't tell me Zorin and I disturbed something... inappropriate?" she mouthed in a whisper, almost in disappointment.
"Are you in love with him Lydia?" she asked me with a deadpanned expression. I think it was the first time I heard her say my name. My heart jumped and stopped in my ribcage. Schrödinger scratched the back of his head and smiled cheekily.
"Winkle..." he said and let out a bothered sigh. "I'm sure she's only slightly uncomfortable by your presence. She would most likely change clothes if only one of us is in her company and since I've known her for a while longer than you; please precede." he was talking whilst walking towards the exit and he now stood with the door open for her. Van Winkle looked upset.
"BUT-"
"Thank you, again!"
With that, Schrödinger actually managed to push out her gangly form into the other room and lock the door to secure our privacy. Everything happened so quickly; He suddenly stood in front of me, looking me in the eyes.
"Where were we?" he asked.
"Nowhere, really…" I answered, pulling at the hem of my shirt once again.
"Why couldn't she stay?" I asked, genuinely curious. He grabbed my hands to prevent me from covering up my upper thighs, forcing my fingers to let go of the fabric.
"That would be pretty risky, now wouldn't it Eve?"
"My name is Lydia."
He stepped closer, taking control of the fabric on my body as he pulled the shirt above my head once again. My skin got attacked by the unfamiliar and new air inside the dressing room and I covered my chest with my arms in instant. Schrödinger turned his attention to the uniform on the footstool where he exchanged my shirt.
"If this is bothering you so much, then let's just remove it, shall we?" he asked, ripping off the Nazi symbol from the greenish shirt. He began unbuttoning all of the buttons while walking slowly towards me with the new piece.
"Entangle your arms." he demanded with a certain maturity about him that made me less modest, so I obeyed him, and he helped me to dress my upper body. He began buttoning the shirt from below and worked his way upwards, and it wasn't until he buttoned the last button in-between the collar that he offered me a smile.
"This was fun." he purred, grasping me by the collar and pulled me to him. "You were in need of a pair of pants and I gave you a new shirt instead and you're still half-naked." he explained mischievously. "But isn't this a complete uniform?" I asked, hearing how naïve I was when glancing at the footstool where he must have left the pants. He forced my stare back, giving my collar a firm but gentle pull.
"Of course, it can't be called a uniform unless all the pieces are put together..." he murmured and kissed me on the lips slowly and pulled away.
"Do you realize how fragile your body is? Uncovered by something so meaningless like fabric that could be cut to pieces like paper?" he asked, and then he kissed me again, this time leaning onto me, making me stumble back, but he was persistent enough to pull me back to him.
In that one moment, Schrödinger's lips parted while we kissed, and it was somehow terrifying to me so I pulled away. Schrödinger still looked satisfied, even though we didn't get any further.
"Sorry." I said as quickly as I could.
He gave me a soft glance through half lidded eyes.
"What are you sorry for?" he asked me softly.
"I don't know. I just thought you wanted to-"
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he interrupted, eyes wide open, and if I thought that I've blushed enough in his presence, I was completely wrong. He glanced down at my lips before his grip on the uniform collar softened. He placed his hands on my shoulders and they traveled down my arms and took my hands that rested beside my pelvis. He tilted his head to the side and planted a kiss on my jaw line.
It felt a bit unfair. I wanted to kiss him too, but it just felt wrong. I've kissed him before, yet it felt much better when he had control. However, his affection was all enough for me. His touch supplemented for everything. All I wanted, and could do was ask for more. Like he had read my thoughts; he placed his lips on mine, tugging my hands to his sides so I fell onto him. He didn't move an inch. It was like his boots were glued to the floor.
I had to move away, not because I wanted. He had stopped pressing his lips and I refused to take it from here. I refused to be alone in this. Our faces had only millimeters in-between our gazes. We both panted softly. My hands fidgeted around until they got a proper grip on Schrödinger's bare hands.
"Do it again." I whispered, almost demandingly.
"I won't." he was quick to whisper back with a smirk on his lips.
I let out a small sight. His teasing could be way too much sometimes. I reached out to him, not pouting the slightest with my lips. All I wanted was to be spoiled by his touch and kisses.
"Eve." he said, snapping his head back slightly in order to avoid my craving. "I won't." he repeated more seriously.
I pulled away from him completely, only to look at him in confusion once again.
"Why not?" I asked. This made him laugh, for some reason. His hands escaped my hold as he let out a chuckle, sharp canines noticed.
"I couldn't do that." he murmured, traces of amusement gracing his features.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well you see-" Schrödinger betrayed my eyes as he looked to the side, just like he was looking for answers.
"I know how you work." he said. "I know how you will feel. I know how much you like it." he continued on. His last sentence was sensual, yet he did not look or sound anything like it. He was staring at me with a wide eerie gaze while keeping his distance from me.
"And I know how you will regret it afterwards." he looked a bit crazy, to be honest. All I could see was a pair of wide ruby eyes with whites around them. Not a smile or smirk could be seen. It was the face of a cat; timidly taking in its surroundings with curiosity, and instinct. "I am many things but I am not cruel." he backed towards the footstool, refusing to let me go with his eyes.
He fished up the uniform trousers behind his back, gaze still loyal to mine.
"How does it feel to be in love with an immortal person?" he asked curiously.
"But you implied that you loved me." my voice was weak. "Words can do much, Eve." Schrödinger said, looking down at the trousers in his hands.
"You lied to me." I said.
"I never lie."
He handed me the pants, but I refused to take them.
"This is what I mean. You have more emotions in your little finger than what I have in my whole body. You're too sensitive."
"I'm-"
I'm not sensitive.
I wanted to say that but I couldn't. He was still reaching out the pair of pants to me. I was too dumbfounded to receive them. I didn't want anything from him anymore. I would even walk around in my underwear, for everyone to see. Schrödinger sighed.
"Eve-"
"Don't." I said and stepped away from him. His arm dropped to his side, one of the trouser legs joined the floor in that movement.
"So you'd rather walk around like that?" he asked, looking slightly tired from putting up with me.
"Than accept anything from you? Then you're right." Schrödinger rolled his eyes at my words.
"You didn't have any problems accepting something from me moments ago." he murmured, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, gaze far far away.
"Murderer." I said. "You're a murderer and a liar." I told him. "I never lie." he answered again, completely untouched by the other thing I accused him for.
I felt those annoying tears prick my eyes again.
"You're not cruel, you said..."
Schrödinger looked at me, the smirk disappearing. "If that's not a lie, then I don't know what it is." I could hear the tears sabotage my voice in my throat. "You're cruel." I said. "You're so cruel Schrödinger."
Schrödinger did not look angry. He still held the Millennium uniform pants, his arms restless at his side; probably numb from reaching out to me for too long. You could see the fatigue in his whole face. He gave one last attempt to make me dress myself, by handing me the uniform piece. I actually took the trousers this time, but as I did, I did not put them on, and I did not say thank you. The only words that rolled off my tongue were,
"Kill me."
I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes stinging, his stare becoming too much for me to bear.
"Eve…" Schrödinger called.
"Please…" I whispered calmly back. "Kill her, I know you want to. Just get rid of her before I do it myself." I asked, hearing myself talk about suicide for the first time. I closed my eyes, losing myself with every word and I didn't even want to take them back.
"If you think that I want you dead, you're wrong." Schrödinger said after a long silence. "That's not what I want." he added. When I opened my eyes, tears leaped down my face. "Then what do you want?" I asked, hearing my own voice crack.
"Are you looking up because you're asking the Gods for help because you're sad?" he asked instead of answering my question, his own lighthearted question reminding me of a child's. When I did not answer, he began talking instead.
"I remember you doing it in the evening class too." he said, making me remember as well. "You even prayed, I could hear it in your thoughts. How was the prayer again? ´Dear father who's in heaven… Don't´-"
"Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." I corrected and finished for him without looking down.
I spoke carelessly quickly and my words almost turned sarcastic. I could sense a smile on Schrödinger's lips.
"Oh, I just realized… Hellsing is some sort of religious Organization, right?" he asked.
"Impressive for you to remember all that; did you pray just now?"
I didn't want to discuss this subject with Schrödinger but I couldn't help it. "No." I said. "I didn't pray."
"Did you ask the Gods for help then?" Schrödinger asked, and in all horrors, I found myself shaking my head. "There is no God here." I said, feeling my lips tremble. I always thought a statement like that would get you hit by lightning, but nothing happened so I held onto my words. "I don't even think there is a Heaven existing anymore, within this darkness."
A silence left the room, like the great Lord himself had deserted me then and there. When I at last looked at Schrödinger, he stood completely still.
I had expected him to be pleased and proud of me sinking to the point where I had rejected my religious ideal; one of the purposes of Hellsing Organization which is the enemy to his own organization.
But Schrödinger wasn't any of that, in fact, the completely opposite. He didn't look pleased or proud, if I wasn't mistaken, I saw guilty and compassion in the boys face. I thought I saw it, even though his hands were at his sides like in a lineup with soldiers, and his gaze was firm and straight forward, whenever it was on me or simply out in the open air was difficult to say.
But straight as a pine, he was, like he was only seconds from marching into war, but he looked upset nevertheless.
"Then why do I see an angel?" he said.
His words made me sniff back my sorrow so I could speak.
"What?" I asked, and even though I'd heard him and the two of us were alone, I wanted to make sure it was me he was talking too. His lips smiled, yet he was still unmoving.
"You heard me. I know this might not be as… heavenly as the real heaven, and there must definitely exist a better place, but this place isn't that bad. You got me after all." he said. I clutched onto the uniform pants tighter, feeling my heart trying to fly away like a little bird.
"Have you tried killing an angel before?" I asked him, the suicidal thoughts returning.
"In all honesty," Schrödinger said. "I have never met one before so the thought of slaying one has never taken its hold on me."
"Now you can do both." I said. "I don't see myself as an angel, but since you do; You got your chance right now."
Schrödinger listened to me carefully, and for a moment, I even think he was considering it.
"I know." he admitted. "But what would I get out of it?" he asked, and before I could answer, he asked another question.
"Are you going to put those on or not?" he was staring at the trousers in my hands. "Not before you've killed me." I said, determined to let him end my life before things got carried away, which they already had with two people dead in the same week.
"Now how's that suppose to work? If you're dead you can't do anything." Schrödinger clarified, clearly holding back a laugh. I had something I was holding in as well, but I was the first of us who lost control as I let my earlier distress get replaced with a chuckle of my own.
"Then perhaps you can put them on for me, if it's so important to you." I muttered, wiping away my tears of mixed feelings with one hand, holding the pants nonchalantly in the other.
"It is." Schrödinger stated with a step towards me. "Please…" he whispered to me when he was close enough so I could hear him properly. "Dress yourself."
He nudged my chin with his nose, about to nestle down in my neck. His still exposed hands moved down to where I was grabbing the fabric and held my wrists in a gentle grip.
"To even believe that I managed a laugh in all of this." I said to myself.
This set Schrödinger off for some odd reason.
"Eve. Put the trousers on, Now." he demanded. At first I thought it in my head, but then I was brave enough to say it.
"Will you kill me if I refuse?"
That silence accorded again and Schrödinger was stone cold, keeping my hands still that held the rejected piece of fabric. He pulled away only to look into my eyes.
"I'm getting impatient." he said slowly, like he was talking sense into a child. "With no God, there's only you and me now, and we're already in hell so I'll ask you one last time before I give you a sample of what its really like in here." he released my wrists and took a step back to make it easier for me to move.
"Put on the trousers Eve." he said, and I began putting them on, convinced by him and disappointed in myself. With him watching me, it wasn't the easiest and funniest thing to do. He watched me the entire time; when I put one leg in and then another. When I pulled them up to my waistline and when I closed the sipper and sealed the button.
I smiled at him half-heartedly when I had put them on and I couldn't help feeling ashamed of my earlier childish refusal. It wasn't a hard thing to do and to be completely dressed once again without any trace of blood was a relief, even though I was in need of a belt.
Schrödinger stared at me without smiling, even though he looked satisfied.
"Good." he said, still sounding a bit annoyed over my past behavior.
"Now, take them off."
Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.