Me: Le Gasp! Is that conflict I smell?
Captain: (Nods)
Schrödinger: Vat? Vat ez ze problem?!
Captain: …
Me: Anyway!! It didn't take me too long to update this. My sister had her baby today so I wanted to distract myself until I went to see it. So I wrote. This chapter is once again in the Captains mind frame, though the next will probably be in Schrödinger's. Actually... Half and half. Oh! Viele schimpfwörter! Nur das du es weist! XD Oh, if any of you are reading just for the yaoi, I still suggest reading this chapter cuz you will understand NOTHING if you don't read it.
The Captain turned in his bed, the alarm loudly jangling within his ears. He opened his eyes, noticing a pillow tightly clenched within his arms. He remembered the night before, having held the pillow to try and replace his catboy, though no such luck had come. He awoke, showered, dressed, and made his way out of the heavy metal door.
His boots thudded against the floor, soldiers who stood within the halls straightened and saluted as they saw him walk. He paid them no mind, ignoring their praise. There was only one person he awaited praise from... His heavy leather boots continued to thunk down the halls until they reached the dining room, in which the soldiers greedily shoveled down their food. Uch, thought the Captain, eyeing them as milk dripped from their chins and meat slabs ripped from their mouths. Fresst euch lieber schön vol. Balt seit ihr nichts mehr als Asche.* He smiled beneath his heightened collar, knowing just how sick it was that he wanted to see their bodies ripped to shreds. To hear the pitch of their voices heighten with each new level of pain. He turned into a secluded hallway, making his way to the Majors dining room. "Captain," He heard a voice mewl behind him, he spun to see Schrödinger making his way down the corridor. "Hallo, Kaptain. Wie geht's dir heute?"* Schrödinger's voice had a playful tone, one he took with everyone, the only sense of "serious" the cat had ever known. The captain gave a nod. "Gut."* Meowed Schrödinger, placing a hand on the Captains shoulder. The Captain tensed, wanting to hold the boy with all his might. Schrödinger gave a small pat. Even if the gesture was insignificant, the Captain couldn't help himself. He pulled Schrödinger close to his torso and gave his forehead a small nudge. The boy giggled, "Captain! Vat if somevone vas to see?!"
*Uch, eat up pigs, for soon you will be nothing more than mere ash. (NOTE: Eat: (Fresst = Animals way of eating, Esst = Humans way of eating)
*Hello, Captain. How are you today?
*Good
"Captain?" Came the startled voice of Herr Doktor, who had turned the corner into the hallway. "Vat in Gott's name are you doing?" Schrödinger looked up, "I-I fell. Ze Captain vas able to catch me before I hit ze floor." The Captain stared down at Schrödinger, who knew he could lie so well? The Dok's face relieved itself. "Oh. Vell, shall ve?" He asked, his hand motioning towards the large oak door that sat at the end of the hall and led into the Majors dining room. The Captain gave a strict nod and hesitantly released Schrödinger. Turning to walk.
The Captain let out a nervous sigh, a chill running down his spine as he did so. The Major had requested to see him after breakfast in his office. The chubby man had stated that he would like a word with him. Even in the Majors cheery tone, Hans knew he was in trouble. Besides, hearing a cheery tone from this man meant nothing. He had never heard the Majors tone change, he laughed as joyfully at weddings as he did when he saw men get disemboweled. Though, now that he thought about it, they probably made the Major equally happy. Hans thought for a moment longer, than shook his head. Actually, the disemboweling one took the lead, one hundred percent. Taking a deep sigh and pulling a bit of courage from his gut, the Captain stepped forward, opening the door to the Majors office.
The man sat at his table, head buried deep in plot. He looked up from atop his glasses. "Ahhh, Captain!" The grin that already sat upon his face grew. "So glad you could make it!" The man stood from his seat, the tip of his head barely reaching the height of the Captains chest. "I understand..." He began, pacing closer to Hans. "That you have been interacting vith our varant officer, Schrödinger." The Captains eyes widened, How would he know that? The Majorshead tilted to the side and his eyebrows raised. "I see ze vay you stare at him during meetings. Lust covers both your eyes..." The Major snapped straight and his grin nearly disappeared. "I do not vant these interactions to continue, do you understand? Zey teach Schrödinger bad morals." The Captain would have laughed were he not in such a situation, it was all too ironic. He liked to go slow with his kitten. His kitten was the one who insisted on ripping his insides and touching his body. If anyone was teaching bad morals it was the boy. All the Captain had done was jump start the sexual beast within him. "Captain." The Major snapped, a grin still lurking on his face. "Do. You. Understand?" The Captain nodded, his shoulders straightened at either of his sides. The Major let his grin enlarge. "Gut, gut... Then I shall see no more of this tomfoolery... You are dismissed." The Captain began to walk away. Then stopped abruptly... Did he just say he wouldn't SEE anymore of this tomfoolery? The Captain spun around, puzzlement within his face. The Major tapped the rim of his glasses. "You forget, dear Captain, that I am a cyborg. I own this zeppelin, und all ze cameras vithin. The Captain felt his stomach churn. Realizing that the Major had been an unwanted witness to his and Schrödinger's lovemaking. The chubby little man had seen him caress the boy, push into him and make him mew. He had seen the boy tilt back his body, attempting to get more of the Captain within. He had seen it all. The Major let out a soft chuckle, "Captain, you are dismissed."
The Captain sat in his room. Hatefully staring at the walls; they were nothing more than the Majors spies. The things he once thought to give him privacy had been switched to things that revealed everything. His eyes were swollen, holding back tears, unsure of how he would ever caress his love again. With a deep sigh he straightened his back. Captain, you are the master of mystery. You can't come up with ANYTHING?! Hans momentarily gleamed with confidence, then slouched, more depressed than before. Not when invisible spies lurk within the walls and the boss says no. He ruffled his brows and clenched his teeth. That fucking Major. I've saved him so many times, he can't let me do something I want for once?! His clench tightened, making his gums bleed. The blood dripped from his mouth onto his sheets. The red stain quickly spilled, spreading onto the Captains sheets in crimson designs. The blood tickled his chin. Slowly, he raised his hand to wipe the dribbling red away. Anger flowed through his veins as he did so. He jolted his head up and screamed to the walls. "FICK DICH, HERR MAJOR!! DU FETTES SCHWEIN!!" He heard a distant laugh coming from somewhere else in the zeppelin. "DENKST DU DAS DES LUSTIG IS?! JA! DU DENKST JA DAS ALLES LUSTIG IS! DU KLEINER, DICKER ARSCHLOCH!!"* The laughter in the distance became a muffled howl, crying out in comical joy. Then it settled and Hans heard the Major yell. "Trust me Captain, et ez für your own good!" Then there was silence, though the Captain was quite sure that the Major would be chuckling to himself for awhile. He had won, at least for now. The Captain lay down, his throat hurt. After years of not a word (besides an occasional whisper to Schrödinger), yelling wasn't a wonderful remedy.
*FUCK YOU, HERR (MR.?) MAJOR!! YOU FAT PIG!! … YOU THINK IT''S FUNNY?! YEAH! YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS FUNNY! YOU LITTLE, FAT ASSHOLE!!
The Captain awoke, dried tears staining his cheeks, he saw a figure stand beside his bed. "Hallo Captain. Are you alright? I sense..." Schrödinger wafted the air, trying to place the scent. "Sorrow." He finally mewed, returning his gaze to the Captain. The Captain felt the tears return to his eyes. In so long, no one had asked how he had felt or how he had cared. Now the one person who was fragile with his thoughts, his dreams, his feelings, was being ripped away. Schrödinger's face turned to one of confusion and concern. "Captain!" He cried, "Are you alright? Vat happened?" His thin arms stretched out, the petite hands attached to them fell on either of the Captain's cheeks, doing there best to wipe the tears from the face. The Captain closed his eyes, allowing the child's cool hands to chill his heated face for a moment. Schrödinger sat down, taking the Captains head and resting it within his lap. The Captain let out a deep sigh, another tear running down his face. He knew he would have to get rid of Schrödinger, or the Major would arrange so that they could not even see one another during meetings.
He thought for a moment, not sure how to tell the boy. He knew that if he simply told Schrödinger the truth the catboy would ignore what the Captain said, simply believing the lies that the Major had spoon fed him. Schrödinger thought that the Major would be nice enough and accept what was going on. Hans stopped his thoughts for a moment. He heard something, something soft and gentle. It soothed him, he opened his eyes to see Schrödinger whispering a song. "La-le-lu," He whispered, eyes closed, "Nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu, wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen, drum schlaf auch du..."The Captain ruffled his brow. He knew this song. It was vague and distant but the melody attempted to trigger a memory within his head. "I know zis song...." He whispered, eyes fixed on the ceiling, not staring at anything in particular. "Of course you do," Cooed Schrödinger, his voice soft, "Ven I vas still in ze Doktors lab you snuck in to see me. You vould talk vith me, and ven I became unsettled you vould sing that song to me." Schrödinger gave a smile as he went back to the memory. "I remember hearing ze Doktor say that I did not yet have brain activity. That vhile I remained in ze isotope I vas nothing more than a frozen corpse. But you did not listen, you vould sing to me and talk to me. You veren't much older than me back then.... Perhaps even a bit younger..." The Captain smiled, the long forgotten memory returning to his mind. Schrödinger gave a soft giggle, glad to see the depression run from his Captain's face. He opened his mouth once more to continue his tune, "La-Le-Lu, vor dem Bettchen steh'n zwei Schuh', die sind genau so müde, geh'n jetzt zur Ruh', dann kommt auch der Sandmann, leis tritt er ins Haus, sucht aus seinen Träumen dir den schönsten aus, La-Le-Lu, nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu, wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen, drum Schlaf auch du." The Captain closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
The Captains arms stretched, his fingertips grazing the peach fuzz against Schrödinger's face. He smiled for a moment, remembering the night before, humming the tune of memories quietly in his head. Then his eyes shot open, remembering what the Major had chuckled to him. The Captain sat up, shaking Schrödinger's shoulders as he did so. Schrödinger moaned and tightened the hold on his eyes before releasing them, allowing them to fly open. He laughed, "Captain!" Came the giggly mew, "Vat are you doing?" The Captain pointed at the door, motioning for Schrödinger to get out. Schrödinger suspiciously raised an eyebrow. "Vhy, don't you vant me anymore?" He chuckled quietly to himself and rolled over, stretching his arms to the beds dashboard. The Captain frowned, giving Schrödinger a small push that threw him from the bed. The Captain flinched, not having meant to be so brutal. Schrödinger sat up, "Vat ze Hell are you doing?!" He yelled, angrier than the Captain had ever seen him. The Captain pointed to the door, not sure what to say. Schrödinger hissed, "Vhy? Vat did I do?!" The Captain opened his mouth to speak, but no words came, the yelling from the other day must have caused an impermanent voice loss. Due to the tall collar, all Schrödinger saw was the motionless Captain pointing to the door. Unaware of the moving lips, trying to tell him why. The Captain nearly cried as he saw the pain on Schrödinger's face. He looked younger than ever, like his parents had just told him that they did not love him. Then he looked down at his boots, "I-I thought that you loved me..." He whispered, his voice breaking ever so slightly. The Captains heart broke, he wanted to reach out, caress the boy and tell him that he did. But he knew that as soon as he did that Schrödinger would come again, and he would not be able to resist the boy's charm. He had to see his broken voice as a blessing, for it was the only thing keeping him from yelling about how much he loved his little kitten. Tears filled his eyes as he heard Schrödinger's quiet sniffle, "Fine... I vill leave... If you truly do not vant me." Schrödinger looked up for a moment, a glimmer of hope coating his eyes. The Captain looked away as he did so, causing Schrödinger to look back down to his boots. "A-all right." He said, not even trying to sound cocky or strong. "I guess I vill see you at the next meeting then...." With that he disappeared, leaving th Captain to wallow in his own misery.