Integra scowled at the feline child across from her bed.

"Seras…What is that?" she pointed to Schrodinger, who was happily picking up and observing items around the room. Seras laughed nervously. "Not a what, but a who, Master. If you remember-" Integra grimaced. "I remember perfectly. Now, here's another question: why is it here?" Shro gave her an insulted look. "Vell, zat's not very good manners for your guests." She frowned at him. "You're not a guest, you're an intruder. What are you doing here anyway?" Schro smiled at her happily. "I got bored of where I vas, so I found you all."

Integra pulled out a small handgun from the bottom of her pillow, and landed three shots in Schrodinger's forehead.

The body fell down, lifeless, and Integra pushed the gun back under the covers. Seras had a horrified look on her face, but Hans seemed strangely calmed. "It vill take more zan zat to kill me." Integra turned to her right, where Schro was happily fiddling with her gun. "Zis is a very pretty model." He complimented. Integra looked back where the body should have been, but it was void of a corpse. "I forgot," she mumbled "you're pretty much unkillable." Schro smiled at her charmingly, and spun around. "Yes, I vill be vith you for a vhile. Oh!" His ears perked up as he shuffled through his pockets.

"Here!"

He strapped an eyepatch around her blind eye, and she fiddled with the back trying to get it off. It was a charming eyepatch, with intricate designs along its edges and a golden lining. "Oh, that's beautiful!" Seras commented. "Where did you get it?" Schro shrugged. "Off of some dead guy." Seras took a step back and Integra tried to just rip it straight off her face. "Relax! He was just bones by ze time I got to him." Seras still had a sick look on her face, and Integra tried to cut the leather eyepatch off. "Ah! Zat's expensive vork!" Hans nodded. 'You should accept his gift, Master Integra. Besides, it seems he's been saving it for you.' Seras nodded. "Hans is right, Master."

Integra cocked her head. "Hans didn't say anything." Seras erupted in a blush. "Oh. Well… Uhm." She didn't know why she was blushing so deeply, but Hans smiled a little. Integra had a blank look on her face. "You've been… Staring at each other… Haven't you?" Seras nodded, scratching the back of her head. "Well, he had a silver knife in his gut, and I couldn't see it, so…" Integra nodded. "Wait, how did he get a knife in his gut?" Seras handed her a full report she had written. Integra scanned it with her eyes, and set the report down.

"Leave. I have some thinking to do."

They did as she commanded, and Schro even sat on Hans' shoulders as they left. "Vell, zat vent vell. She never said I had to leave." Seras sighed. "I'm hungry. You two?" Hans nodded, and Schro's face lit up with pure delight. "Oh! I haven't eating in veeks! Zis vill be great!" They walked over to the cafeteria, where all the maids immediately fell for Schro. "Oh, he's so cute!"

"Look at his Ears!"

"Isn't he just darling?"

"His hair is so soft!"

He smiled and soaked in the popularity and doting with much enjoyment, until Seras spilt one of the tables in half. They all stopped and stared at her in fear and awe. She glanced up and her eyes were slightly lit up. "We came here to eat. And if none of you are going to feed us, I may as well go grab someone off the street." They all scattered, knowing off Seras' lack of blood crankiness. Schro stared at her for a moment. "A little hungry, hmm?" She sat down at a table that was not split like a rotten melon, and gave him a venomous look. "These maids are innocent workers, and I will not have you getting them to believe that you are some adorable little child with no past." He sighed and scratched behind his ears.

"Yes, but-" he glanced back at the door that the maids exited through. "-it was nice, for them to think so."

He sat beside her, and Hans timidly walked up and sat on her other side. She sighed and drummed her fingers along the side of her arms, and glanced at the clock. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "What is the date today?" Hans tapped his head. 'Near December tenth. Vhy?' She stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a bloodbag, and walked out. Her head peeked back through the door. "Hans, don't let Schro order anything extravagant because the maids will make anything for him." He saluted her, and her head disappeared out the door.

Schro smiled. "I vas vondering vhen she vould realize it was their anniversary." Hans cocked his head. 'Anniversary? Of vhat?'Schro's smiled widened. "Oh, the anniversary of her parents marriage."

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Seras felt like kicking herself. How could she have forgotten? She flung open the door to her room, where her coffin and many other items lay. 'What seems to be the matter, Seras?' She shook her head, crimson tears starting to brim her eyes. "Please Pip, not now…" The being that lay in her shifted, then pulled itself back into her mind. 'If you want to tell anyone…' She nodded. "I know you already know… but…" She felt comforting arms in her mind. 'I know.' He finally fell asleep on her mind, and she was alone.

She set up a small shrine, with burning incense, and a picture of the two of her parents. She sat on her knees and clapped her hands together, silent in prayer. Then, she blew out the incense and drank what was in the bloodbag. With the smell of the incense still strong in her nostrils, she climbed into her coffin and slept, dreaming of a man with strong arms and of a dainty woman with gentle hands. The man would toss her into the air, while the woman laughed and peeled oranges, while many other fruits sat in a wheat woven basket. They were sitting in a field, with green grass.

"Seras…"

Finally giving up peeling the orange with her tiny hands, she looked up to her father to see-

Hans.

Seras furrowed her eyebrows. She only had dreams like that a few times a year, and now Hans had just ruined it. "What do you want?" He was sweating in nervousness. 'Ve have a… situation.' She rose out of her coffin, and Hans led her to Integra's room, whose door was slightly open. She opened it all the way and peered in. It didn't seem like there was anything wrong, except Schrodinger was happily curled up beside Integra.

"Oh my gawsh."

Integra didn't seem to notice in her sleep the feline boy that was accompanying her, but when she woke up, the very pits of the Underworld would hear her wrath. Seras gently stepped inside her room, whilst Hans stared in admiration. She very slowly pulled Schro out under the covers, and tenderly pulled the covers back over Integra. She stepped out as Schro curled a little around Seras, and she sighed. She turned up to Hans. "How did this happen?" She asked in a quiet rage. He shrugged. 'He vas in my room vhen I vent to sleep. I woke up and noticed her vasn't here, so I looked and… Vell…' She sighed, and carried him to Hans' room, where she pulled down a spare sheet which she wrapped around the feline.

"Hans." The wolf soldier straightened up nervously. "You will keep your eye on Schrodinger until further notice." He nodded, and she passed Schro over to him. She walked to her room silently, and crept back into her coffin, and she dreamed of nothing.

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Seras awoke early, with sun not even touching the rim of the horizon. She silently walked through the building, and decided to poke around in Integra's office. She opened the large wooden door to see her empty desk, with many papers strewn around the top. Seras walked over to the table, and stared at its smooth wood surface.

When had she first seen this desk?

She couldn't remember, or maybe it was that she didn't want to, because those memories would bring up the memory of a black being clad in red, who carried two large guns with him. She pushed back the thought of his large hat and the blazed colored glasses. She sighed, and pushed the bangs out of her face. "Great," she mumbled quietly," I'm getting all depressed." She felt two slender arms wrap around her waist. "Turn zat frown upside down!" She turned to see Schro hugging her, that impish smile on his face. It was an almost irritating smile, but not irritating enough to kill. "And what were you doing last night?"

Schro winced. "Hans smells of very smelly dog. Integra's room smells like roses!" He released his grasp. "Zat und gunpowder." Seras felt a twinge in the back of her head. "First of all, if you are going to stay here, you will refer to her as Master Integra, and secondly, that is no excuse for sneaking into other people's rooms!" She sprayed him with a random bottle and he hissed. "Fiiiiine." Seras stared at him. "Where's Hans?" Schro laughed. "Probably still sleeping. I can come und go as I please. After all," he stepped to the desk. "I'm everyvhere und novhere." He dropped down, and Seras peered behind the desk to see that he had indeed disappeared.

"…Great."

She walked over to the Cafeteria, where Ember smiled at her. "I heard about that cat kid. He's supposed to be adorable." Seras smiled. "He is. But he's also very…deceptive." Ember tapped her head with one of her long fingers. "Hmm. Oh! Here!" She passed a wine glass to Seras, filled with blood. "Breakfast?" Seras smiled and sat with Ember who munched on a couple of tarts. Ember munched slowly, dream like. "Ember?" She looked up at Seras, a hazy fog over her eyes. "It's just so weird…" Ember mumbled. "You… A vampire, Hans, a Werewolf… This is the kind of things you read about."

Seras cocked her head. "Seras, I'm not dreaming, am I?" Seras felt startled. "Ember, no, why would you ask?" Ember shrugged, her fiery hair drooping over her eyes. "This just seems all unreal. I mean, for nearly three months I've been serving you Blood in wine glasses, fancy bottles, and even vases, but I'm still not use to it." Seras sighed. "Believe it or not, neither am I." Ember smiled and took Seras' empty wine glass and her plate, and slipped into the kitchen. Seras shrugged and stepped out, to come face to face with Hans.

"Oh. Hello." He smiled for a moment. 'Seras…' He slinked back into his large collared coat. Seras cocked her head. Hans glanced behind him, where Schro waved his hands persistently. Hans looked back at Seras, who was very confused. 'Seras, would you give me ze honor of-' Contessa stepped in and thrusted a note to her. "Eh? What's this?" The note said: Master Integra requires her at her office.

Seras looked pleadingly at Hans. "Uhm, you can finish saying what you were saying later, ok?" He nodded, but he looked awfully disappointed. They walked over to Integra's office, where she sat in her full garb at her trademark chair. She was chewing on a lit Cigar and new papers were scattered over her desk. Seras felt happy that Integra was back sitting behind her desk, but her grim expression dampened Seras' spirits.

"I have another mission…" she glanced at Schro, who suddenly appeared," for all of you."

Seras cocked her head. "You remember the thing you killed only a couple days ago, right? Well, it seems he's back, or a look alike is running around. I want you to kill this thing dead. Do you hear me?" They nodded. "Yes, Master Integra." Schro replied with a bit of a purr. She glared at him, and he smiled.

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The thing was now in an old furniture store, abandoned and vandalized many times. The ride was shorter, and Hans had been openly staring at Seras the whole time. Seras had many times felt her face heat up with a blush, but Schro was content looking out the window. The large tank like car came to a halt, and they hopped out, except for Schro who was already outside. "Vell? Shall ve begin?" They stepped inside, and Schro's pupils reflected strange iridescent colors. "Hmm." He stepped behind a desk and vanished. Seras sighed, and stepped forward. There were no ghouls, and there was no laughter.

"This isn't right." She said aloud. "Hans, whatever is in here is not the same creature we fought earlier."

She turned around to face Hans. "Full moon tonight. Not as excited?" Hans looked away sheepishly. "Well, I think we should-" Seras wasn't able to finish her sentence as a large holy bayonet carved its way into her skull. She fell over onto the floor, as she recognized what she was feeling: this was one of Anderson's blades.

Hans stepped forward and caught Seras' falling body, and sat there in shock as Seras seemed to bleed out. A scratching, raspy voice echoed from where Seras was standing a moment ago. "You're right…" the thing said. It looked identical to the last thing, but it obviously wasn't. Its voice was too steady, and it was too silent. "My brother wasn't as stable… but I did some research… and I found some leftover weapons. I'm glad they worked on you."

Hans looked up at the creature, and his pupils split. His face elongated, and a snarl rumbled from deep within his throat. He set Seras down carefully, as he wasn't sure if she was alive or not. Then, he pivoted on one foot and a thick smoke erupted from his body. The thing looked around surprised, not expecting anything like this. Then, something soft was pressing on its head. It tried to run or at least look up, but the pressure was too much. Its legs snapped and it cried out in pain and the soft thing departed, then rammed back into its stomach.

A giant pair of paws was causing the damage.

The smoke dissipated to shoe Hans in his full glory, and anger blinded his sight. His ears were pricked forward, and his lips were curled back to show massive teeth. The thing, however strong Hans was, slipped under his paws and ran on its hands trying to escape. Hans was about to run at it when the thing screamed in pain as both of its arms snapped, and one of them was ripped off. "Having some trouble, Hans? Vhy don't I help you out a little?" Schro cooed mockingly as he held an arm in one hand.

Hans snarled as he ran at the creature, and it screamed. The wolf grabbed it in his mouth and crunched it in his massive teeth. Schro smiled his Cheshire grin, then his smile dropped. "Hans, spit him out! Qvick!" Hans spat him out just as the different body parts started to pull themselves back together. Schro stubbornly held onto the arm he had twisted off, and Hand growled as the being started to reassemble into a whole being. "You see me?" it rasped. "I'm better than my brother. I'm developed."

The arm that Schro was holding onto twisted free of his grasped and crawled in its finger pads to the creature, who picked it up and stuck it back in place. "I am invincible! You can't do a thing to me that wouldn't crawl back into place! I hope-" Whatever it was hoping was interrupted by a fist going through its abdomen. "No," said Seras quietly "You're just another bad guy." Hans took the opportunity to run by and tear the head off the creature. Seras turned around and her other fist was revealed.

Her right arm was on fire.

She grabbed the creature and hugged it, and its whole body erupted in flames. It slowly disintegrated, and Hans spat what was left of the head into the flaming ashes. "Now, if one of you would help me, that would be great." Both Schro and Hans turned to see that the bayonet was still embedded in her skull. She smiled shyly as she reached back to show that she couldn't grab the handle. They both ran up quickly and slowly pulled the blade out. She sighed in relief as her wounds started to heal, and she turned to look at Anderson's old tool. She grabbed it, and it burned her hand, but she still looked at it. "Schrodinger, I assign you the job of watching this and keeping it safe until further notice." He nodded, and grabbed it back. She sighed.

"I guess we should get going."

She was about to start walking back, when she was turned back around by strong hands. Hans was staring at her, bewildered. His shirt was ripped apart, but his pants seemed strangely unharmed. 'You're all right? You're fine?' She nodded and shifted in Han's hands as he grasped her arms. Hans stared at her a moment, then pulled her into a bear hug. She started blushing like crazy as Hans pulled her closer. 'I'm so glad. I vas vorried…' She started to protest when Hans let go of her and backed up. 'Sorry…' Seras wiped some blood off of her shirt. There was also some blood smeared over Hans' mouth from when he bit at the creature. "No, no, it's alright…" Schro popped in between them. "Alright, I'm getting sick of zis." He turned to Seras. "Hans has been itching to ask you-"

Hans grabbed one of Schro's ears and the cat protested. "Fine~! Then ask her now!" Seras shifted. "Ask me what?" Hans turned and looked at her confidently, but his face was still bright pink.

'May I have the honor of asking you on a date?'

Seras sat there for a moment, stunned. Then her face exploded in pink. "W-W-W-Well I-I-I W-Would…" Hans stared at her, almost waiting to be rejected.

"Hans, I would love to go on a date with you."

He turned and stared at her in surprise. '…Really?' She nodded. "Yes." His face spilt into a smile and he grabbed her around the waist and slung her into the air. Schro wiped his head. "Finally! Geez, you two." Hans was more than happy. Seras' face was getting a darker pink the longer he held her in the air, but he finally set her down.

"By the way, Schrodinger, where did you disappear off to?" He grinned. "I found out some research on zese strange creatures ve've been fighting."