So after going to the administrative offices, both with their respective key on hand that opened their common room... They went to review the room and to select how to arrange things and what did they need. They had only the weekend to move there so they better at least found out what was needed.

Anyways, Roderich spent several weeks moving things.

Which irritated Vash beyond limits. He only needed one trip home to bring everything he needed... But his brown haired roommate seemed to always have an extra thing to move to their shared bedroom.

And took more and more space...

Since Vash was a practical man, he thought initially that it was not a problem to have less space in the room, since he had less things. However, at some point, he was not able to use pretty much any space at the room.

When the things were already moved, and Roderich was then opening boxes, he stopped for a moment and looked Vash, who was sitting on the room's desk, reading.

"I have... a very special question for you."

"Huh?" Vash stopped reading and looked at him, interested.

"How deep is your knowledge of the... Nazi culture?"

"Hmm... my father is quite interested on it, he is always reading the papers and talking about it on the table. I have read a few things myself " Vash explained carefuly after thinking about it. "Why?"

"Mmm..." Roderich did not seem very happy.

"Although..." the blond looked at Roderich in the eyes. "I would like to talk with a Nazi in an unofficial way. You know? I do not trust what I read on the papers."

"Why not?"

"Well.. the press always writes whatever they want or what is convenient, don't you think? I wonder... how well you know the Nazi culture?"

"Well, we are here" Roderich rolled his eyes and kept doing something again in the box.

"What do you mean with "we are here"? And why don't you seem with me knowing stuff about the Nazis?"

"I was only curious"

"Why were you curious?" Vash stood up.

"Because I'm a human?"

Vash blinked because the answer was a bit... harsh.

"Would you teach me about the Nazi culture?"

"No" Roderich said without space to reply. "We need rules here."

"What?" Vash frowned.

"Look at this" the brown haired said, putting his hand in a box, it was a rectangular common leather bag for travel, small and a little bit worn.

"What is it?"

"It's not of your bussiness. And that's the reason because you aren't allowed to touch it. It's forbidden. Do you understand? You can't touch the box, you can't move it and of course, you CAN'T open it."

Vash sighed.

"Ok, I will not touch your box." He declared after thinking about it for a few seconds. He could respect his room mate

"Thank you. If you don't break this rule, this could be fine."

"I won't break it. I believe that the people have Intimacy" He continued getting closer to the bespectacled boy. "However I asked you a question that I already answered... I hoped you could answer me too"

"It's just... something valuable, ok?"

"Should I protect it if its needed? For example... If the building was on fire..."

Roderich looked intensely at the green eyes.

"Would you do it?"

"Well, if you asked it to me, yes... Just as I would expect you to do it if if you had the chance, if I told you that something here is important to me."

"Well... yes, save it from the fire. Save it from everything."

"Alright, I will" He nodded, sitting smiled a little with this.

Vash smiled back just a bit, opening his book again.

"Did you say something about going out to have dinner today?"

"Do you want to it?"

"Well, why not? Something... Not very expensive"

"The University bar is expensive?" It sounded like something big breaking inside Roderich.

"Well, I am not sure. Probably it is not sube we are students. Although this place is much more expensive than home."

"Okey, Okey... anyways, my father pays it all... "It seemed like the problem was minor, because at least, the money came from someone else.

"My father too but we have to take care of the money, especially during these times of war."

"Well... and it's just food" Roderich said, smiling and thinking that his mother and brother could stop talking to him for a month only because of this sentence.

"I'm hungry. I hope the cheese is good here"

"I love the cheese too, but this is Switzerland at least. Maybe it's the only good thing of this country."

"Excuse me?! Switzerland is a GREAT place! I don't know why you hate living here"

"Mmmm... it doesn't matter. Focus on this" he asked, changing the subject, because he had been moving his leather box around the room. "I need a very good place to hide this" because if he could, he would sleep hugging the box.

"A... Place to hide it? Probably the best option is to hide it in plain sight:

Roderich looked to Vash like it was sarcastic.

"Well, it is a normal box, you know? It does not have anything particular... If you place it among your... Shoes, for example" Vash pointed out the area. "No one would even notice it."

"It seems like you aren't noticing the IMPORTANCE of this box. It can't be with the... shoes. No way."

"Why not?"

"Because it's so important and delicate."

"Is it fragile? Can it be broken?"

"Definetely yes."

"Oh... Well I must insist that the floor is the best option. Ehm... If someone would open the box and actually see what is inside, would they want to steal it? It is it just valuable to you?"

"No! It can't be on the floor!" He yelled a little, and after that he sighed. "Yes, I'm sure that someone could steal it. The best place is... your bed, because is soft. You can sleep on the floor."

"I am not going to sleep on the floor if I do not even know what that thing is. Why is it a secret?

Roderich squeezed his eyes shut

"It's... something very big to trust on you the first weeks" he confesed.

"But... Why? I mean, ok, don't tell me what is it just tell me if it's something bad, or illegal or..."

"What would you think if I say that... it's my soul hidden in a box?"

Vash blinked.

"If it were true... I'd let it sleep on my bed."

"Really?"

"It cannot be your soul, though! Your soul is sleeping in your bed! What about the top of the closet?" Vash blushed.

"No, no... you can't understand. It's really my soul, but it's something that has no place here... I don't want the dust to damage it."

"What is it made of?"

"Wood" Roderich sighed, sitting down on his bed. "Come on, I'm going to show you. Close the door and sit here next to me. Anyway, I have to take him out of his box and be sure he is okey after the trip."

Vash looked at him surprised. He honestly did not expect Roderich to tell him, and he was fine with not knowing... However, he was not going to say no if he actually wanted to show him, so he went to the door and close it well with the inside lock, still thinking while he returned and sat behind him that the content of the box was some sort of... nazi stuff.

Roderich waited patiently, but seemed a little excited when Vash finally sat. He smiled for a moment and looked to the box in his knees

Vash noticed Roderich excitement getting a bit nervous himself. He smiled back just a little and waited.

And when the owner of the box finally opened it, his face lit up. He took out his violin.

Vash looked at the violin confused, almost still expecting it to have a swastika or something like that. He blinked several times when he realized it did not.

"I-It's a... Violin"

"Yes..." He answered still smiling and suddenly, he sttoped and looked at Vash's eyes, frowning. "You are the only person in the world who knows that he is here. If something bad happens to him, I will blame you!"

"I will not... I said I would save it from a fire! Do you know how to play it well?"

"Of course" the violin took its exact place in the entire universe, on the shoulder of Roderich, when he closed his eyes to concentrate in the sounds, to fine the tune.

"Oh... That's great. Play" Vash asked, looking at him intently.

"Shhh "Roderich asked for silence. Vash closed his mouth, waiting.

"I'm not sure that it was a good idea" Roderich said, sighing at the end.

"Why?"

"This is a science University, and if someone hear it..."

"We are allowed to hear music. It could be a radio... Come on! No one will imagine that it is someone actually playing!"

"What? Of course they will know!, this sounds completly diferent that an horrible radio!"

"No one will notice that when hearing it through walls... And playing a violin is not like a crime, you know?"

"But then they will want to steal it..." He almost cried, because he needed to play more than nobody can imagine.

"No one will steal it! Come... Mmmm... You know? Pack it"

Roderich looked to Vash so disconsolate.

"Come on, Let's find a place where you can play" Vash stood up and gestured him to put the violin back in the box.

Roderich smiled again and obeyed

"Have you deben the woods behind the parking lot?" Vash asked searching through his things and finding a huge Swiss Army knife.

Roderich saw the knife an blinked

"Ready?"

"Whats that!?"

"This? A knife" He explained calmly, pocketing it.

"To go to the woods? Maybe is better the roof"

"I thought that... But someone could hear us anyway. Oh! I know exactly where to go!"

"Really? Please, somewhere where we don't need that knife."

"Don't you like my knife?" He asked tilting his head, curious.

"It... give me an scary idea of the things we can find"

"I am used to woods, I would protect you for anything we could find but well, do not worry, the place I have in mind will certainly not need a knife. Come on!"

"OK" Roderich huged his box to follow Vash.

"We will have to go to the school again... " Vash started walking to the stairs.

"What?"

"Yes, we will have to sneak in. But I think it will be easy, then... we will go to the... basement."

"And? What does the school have in the basement? A music room?"

"Ehm... not really. Just a place where no one will hear us and where... I believe you will like the accoustics."

"I used to hang out at the music room of my school all the time that I could."

"Well, if you like this place we could go there a lot. I can study while you play the violin... although you will need to study too."

"Maybe you could pass the exams for me if I play for you."

"And you will be a lousy doctor.

"Who cares? I will be a great violinist."

"Well.. yes, but..."

"Aha?"

"You are here to become a doctor."

"Yes, yes, and I'm really interested in some parts of the career, but..."

Vash stopped in front of one of the small back doors of the huge school.

"Which parts?" He asked trying to check if the door was locked or not.

"The... brain basically. All the other parts of body are boring. Just a very delicate carpentry"

"Its open! I guess they need to take the trash out and everything... come on, let's get inside, it's freezing out here" Vash gestured Roderich to invite him in quicky checking that no one could see them.

Roderich followed him listening carefuly to their surroundings.

"So... the brain?" Vash asked again when they were finally at the stairs, going down.

"Well, maybe it's more acurate to say... the personality and intelligence

"Psychiatry."

"Exactly."

"My father thinks that psychiatry is stupid."

"Why?"

"He says that it is like magic or something like that."

"And what will you study? Traumatology?

"I... I would probably should study general surgery like he did... however... well..."

"Carpentry"

"It is not exactly carpentry, come on! And I also like psychiatry, though..."

"The... magic thing."

"Do you agree with your father in everything?"

"Of course not, but he still prefers me over my brother."

"Ehm... I guess that is good. What I meant is that, I do not agree with my father's view of psychiatry."

"And what are you planing to do at last?"

"For now, learning everything I can... there is still a long way until we have to chose exactly our specialty" He stops in front of a door with a clear "morgue" legend.

"Ugh, I don't expect to go to all the classes. It's crazy. Good luck with your nerves!"

"And what do you plan? To skip some lessons and become a psychiatrist anyway? It is not possible!"

"Go only to the interesting classes"

"You still have to pass the rest of the exams" He opened the door of the morgue.

"Nah, I don't think so.

"Of course you have to! You need to pass certain courses to be able to enter the next ones!"

"Anyways I'm only interested in how the music afects the emotions."

"Well... if that is the case, for now I will be your only test subject, since the rest of the people here are... dead"

"Mmm..." He looked around. "Anyways I think I like the place."

Vash smiled a little with this.

"Well.. now, play" He asked, shivering. The place was very cold, more than he thought it would be.

Roderich lifted a finger asking for silence and left the box of the violin on the forence table. Vash waited expectantly.

Then, he sctreched his back and made a strange noise with his voice, testing the loudness of the room. Maybe it's a strange sound, he said. (Not noise)

Vash kept there looking a him thinking that the sound he just made reminded him of his goats.

"Can you move this guard-robe?" He pointed. "It isn't touching the wall and it does some strange reverberations."

"Ah, yes, wait... "he went to do it.

And Roderich smiled, seeing, and doing the sounds again when Vash finished.

"Aren't you exaggerating a bit with this? Just play"

"No. Shut up. Take a chair and move it just here" He pointed again.

"Do not tell me to shut up" Vash protested taking the chair and moving it to the place Roderich requested.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything except your breathing and your heart."

"Can you hear my heart?!"

"Yes" He walked to take the violin out of the box.

"Really?" He slapped both hands to his own chest as if he could silence his heart with that.

"It is going faster."

"Whaaaat?"

"Can you feel it?" He smiled.

"It is weird that you can hear my... heart."

He shrugged, finishing the tuning of the violin again.

"Well, what do you want to listen?" He asked, standing in front of the blonde boy.

"Ehm... I... Mozart?" Vash said the first violinist that came to his mind. And that's exactly what Roderich played. Smiling, shuting his eyes.

Vash was left completely out of words because Roderich was not playing the violin... he was like inventing the music and writing it on his heart. He was in love and he still wasn't aware of it.

Noo, he is not in looooooooooove!

You're forgotten that we can HEAR you heart falling.

Noooo

Yes, we can.

No! You can't! He just thinks he plays great.

But Roderich can.