Hellsing: Witch Hunter 1616
Sapphirewyren
Chapter 6: Son of a Hellsing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing (aaww darn)
The look of astonishment on the two other Huntresses faces were quite funny to Integra, but at the moment she didn't have time to relish it. "SCHRODINGER! Get your ass in here this moment!"
A young boy with shaggy blond hair, slunk into the office. His large magenta eyes looked up Integra mournfully. "Give Seras back her money!"
"I didn't steal anything, mom."
"Don't make me repeat myself."
The boy gave a long sigh and handed Seras back her pouch.
"ALL of it, Schrodinger."
Schrodinger opened his mouth to deny withholding any money, but the look on Integra's face shut him up and he gave the last gold coins to their owner.
"Now apologize to her."
"Awww come on, mom!" A raised eyebrow was the only response. The boy turned to Seras and giving a low bow, he purred; "I am deeply sorry Fräulein, for stealing from you… but if you don't keep an eye on your money, you'll find it missing." With that the boy scampered off, leaving Seras and Sam stunned, Walter shaking his head and Integra chuckling.
"So, you're gonna tell us about the kid?" asked Sam.
"There's nothing to tell. I suggest you two some rest." The tone of Integra's voice told them to get out of her office, which Seras was glad to do, Sam, however, wanted to know more about her son.
Flashback- Berlin, Germany 1612
Ten-year-old Schrodinger scanned the crowd looking for an easy mark, someone who had money, but most likely not to notice it was missing until he was long gone. Then he spotted her, his next target. Schrodinger had been on these streets for years now and was pretty sure he knew the faces of the people, but he had never seen her before. Her dark tan face stuck out from the mostly pale faces in the crowd. Schrodinger knew she was probably a foreigner. She looked to be 18 or 19, and the way she was dressed in a well-tailored suit; definitely rich
It had been too easy, the little boy laughed to himself as he darted through the crowd. He stopped long enough to look in the leather pouch and was surprised at the amount, he would eat like a king for days! Schrodinger turned a corner and bumped right into Integra. Before he could start running he felt her hand firmly grab the back of his shirt. "I believe that money belongs to me." How did she find him? He handed back the pouch grudgingly, but she still held out her hand; "The rest of it."
"I don't know what you're talking about" the boy pouted. Integra shrugged; "Fine, keep it" and she disappeared into the crowd. Schrodinger opened his hand, in it lay four gold coins, at least he could still eat like a king.
The huntress-in-training thought back on the little street urchin that tried to steal her money, the poor thing was practically skin and bones. His tunic was so threadbare that she could see the brand on his shoulder. He had been caught and branded as a thief, one more of those brands and his hands would be cut off. And a homeless person without hands was as good as dead. His shoes had holes in them and the hat he wore was too large and filthy. His eyes had looked so sad and frightened when he realized that he had been caught, and she felt so sorry for him. Integra thought that it was most likely she would never see him again. But she was wrong. A couple of days later, Integra saw the boy tearing through the street and hot on his tail were three men yelling curses and threats.
Dammit! Ever since he met that woman, Schrodinger had lost his touch, it was like whatever good fortune that allowed him to steal was gone. The thief gods had abandoned him, if this kept up, he would end up dead. Everywhere he turned, there was someone there calling him 'thief' or trying to catch him. The situation only got worse when Schrodinger turned into an alley that was a dead end.
"We got you now, you little rat!" sneered one man, who was a butcher. "You ain't gonna be stealin for me anymore!"
"I say we cut off his hands, screw callin' the guards," said the second man, who was a fisherman. "This little turd keeps stealing my fish and I'm losing business!"
"Let's just gut 'im" snarled the third man; a fruit vendor. The others seemed to agree with the fruit seller and the butcher pulled out a large knife; "Don't worry boy, I'll be quick."
This was not a good day to be Schrodinger. As the butcher was about to run the thief through, the knife was knocked out of his hand.
"Leave the boy alone."
Oh great, it was that woman again.
The three men glared at the woman, but their gaze caught the silver sword in her hand.
"Who are you, his mother?" scoffed the butcher.
Integra had no idea why she said it, she was probably feeling sorry for the boy, or had some foresight that if she didn't save him, he would end up dead, so she said, "Yes, I am."
The three men were silent for a second before the butcher said, "That's a lie, no mother would dress like you and let their kids go in rags."
"I never said I was a good mother."
"So, we'll relieve you of him," smirked the fruit vendor.
"Lay a finger on him and it will be your insides on the ground."
This was not going good, then Integra took off the leather pouch fell of coins and tossed it on the ground, all eyes followed it. "Take what you want from that."
"That's not enough…" started the fruit vendor.
"You want it or not? Because I'm sure the other two wouldn't mind getting a bigger share.
All three men lunged for the pouch, while they were squabbling, Integra picked up the boy and putting him in the saddle of a large black horse, mounted up behind him and rode off before the men changed their minds. That night Integra found out about the oddity of Schrodinger's anatomy when she gave him a bath. On the top of his head were two black velvety soft cat ears and a long black tail. The boy turned red when he saw Integra looking at his ears.
"What's wrong?" asked Integra.
"My ears… you probably think I'm a freak."
Integra reached over and tweaked one gently; "I think they look cute."
Schrodinger grinned; "Really?"
"Yes."
The cat-boy's ears drooped again; "My mother didn't think they were cute."
Integra held Schrodinger in her arms and said softly; "I'm your mother now, it doesn't matter what she thinks."
When Walter saw what or who Integra bought back from Germany, he was surprised, for one he never known Integra to have any maternal instinct, but here she was like a lioness watching over her cub and it was shapeshifter at that, well a half shapeshifter, Schrodinger's mother was human and his father was a cat shapeshifter.
"So, will he inherit the blade Alucard after you, Sir?" queried Walter. Before Integra could answer, Alucard let out a loud cackle; "You think I would let that brat be my master?"
"Shut it, demon, I don't recall summoning you." The demonic spirit just chuckled before disappearing. Turning to the butler Integra said; "Only if he wants to, but I doubt he would."
Later that evening Schrodinger told his mother what he wanted to do.
"You want to work in the stables?"
The boy nodded shyly; "I feel…I like horses."
However, Walter objected; "You are to be a Hellsing. You will receive a proper education and learn about the business and Hellsing Incorporated. If you show competence, you could get a career there. Hellsings do not work in the stables."
"If Schrodinger wants to work in the stables, it's fine by me."
"Thanks, mom!" the cat-boy said before running off. The baffled butler asked; "Why did you decide to adopt him, Sir?"
Integra smiled; "It had to be done."
Flash forward to 1616
Sam poked Schrodinger on the nose; "So you're supposed to be 15? You look like you're still ten."
"Yep, I'm not gonna age like you, old hag."
This earned him a slap upside the head by the assassin; "Watch your mouth, kid."
Sam would have never pegged Integra as a mother type, she certainly didn't act the part. Schrodinger stuck out his tongue and said; "You keep hitting me and I'm gonna tell my mom!"
"I'm sure that works on the staff here, but it's not going to work on me. I'm not afraid of Integra."
"You should be, now get in my office, we have work to do" came the icy voice of the Hunter.
While Sam made an obscene gesture at Integra's retreating figure, Schrodinger giggled at seeing Sam startled. Sam was just glad to finally have something to kill.
Chapter End
Author's Notes: So, there's Schrodinger's past and how he met and was adopted by Integra. How many of you thought Hans was the father? (Be honest) Hopefully Seras and Sam can keep an eye on their money. Explanation of monetary system and Hellsing Incorporated will be in upcoming chapters (hopefully). Schrodinger was originally going to be a punching bag for Integra, but my sister didn't like that, so I had to find another role for him. I think this is pretty neat and I do love that cat-boy. Wonder what Enrico's role will be? I'm gonna spoil it from now; there will be no Iscariot Organization, Vatican or blade wielding paladin regenerators, so uuummm too bad. More Hellsing characters are on their way, but now on to the first hunt. Some action! Finally! See you in the next chapter!