"So what's tae plan?" Anderson asked Fumasu as the two of them sat in a café outside the train station in a small town a few hundred kilometers south of Sin Castle.
"From what I can recall, Sin Castle is designed like a fortress," Fumasu said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee. "We don't know how much Millennium has altered the interior of the castle, so I plan on phasing you and myself into the building. From there, I'll let alter ego unleash his unearthly wrath upon the Nazi vampires while you find where the draculina is and rescue or kill her, whichever you prefer."
"…" Anderson stared at Fumasu, somewhat uneasy about the idea of having to phasing through anything with someone else in charge and the feasible possibility of ending up halfway phased through a wall did not appeal to him. He may be a regenerator, but ending up as part of a wall did not appeal to him.
"Any objections Anderson?" Fumasu asked politely, watching his comrade-in-arms closely.
"One question," Anderson said, holding up a forefinger, "Ah've heard ye mention your 'alter ego' a few times now, an Ah'm curious tae know wot is he?"
Fumasu sipped his coffee slowly and considered whether or not to answer that question. "Well…Metal is the remains of the demon's mind that possessed me one thousand years ago. Guy's a regular headcase, claims he's from Hell and is longing to return. I keep him quiet so he doesn't insult anyone, and he does the fighting."
"Metal?" Anderson asked, an eyebrow raised. It seemed odd for a demon to call itself such an unusual name.
"Don't ask. I don't know why he chooses to call himself that and I've shared a body with him for one thousand years," Fumasu replied with a shrug.
"Ye ever considered exorcising him?" Anderson asked. He wasn't an exorcist, but he knew a few in Iscariot who probably could.
"What good would that do?" Fumasu countered evenly, "If he's from Hell like he says, then its one less demon in Hell that we have to fight at the final battle of Armageddon. Not to mention that the Vatican has used my services from time to time for about nine hundred fifty years."
"An' ye never became ae man o' tae cloth," Anderson muttered as he adjusted his glasses, "Rumor has it ye went tae Japan an' settle down wit' ae pretty demon lass five hundred years ago."
"Rumor's true as a matter of fact," Fumasu said with a nod and thought to himself, 'Come to think of it, she hasn't aged a day since I met her.' He shook his head and looked back at Anderson, "Any more pointless questions completely unrelated to the plan?" He got a negative from Anderson and then said calmly, "Well then, we attack tomorrow night."
"Why not now?" Anderson asked, curious as to why Fumasu was taking his time to get to the castle.
"With any luck, Millennium should have the draculina under close surveillance, so the homunculi won't try anything just yet," Fumasu said coolly. At least, he hoped that Millennium would have her under close surveillance.
"Sir Integra, we've confirmed that the rumor that Millennium kidnapped Seras Victoria is indeed true," Walter informed Hellsing's leader, one very irritated Integra Hellsing. Her cigar glowed as she examined the report.
"It's about bloody time!" Sir Integra said loudly as she read her report, "Iscariot is involved? And who is this Fumasu that keeps appearing?" She looked up at Walter, who looked puzzled as well. Her eyes traveled over to Alucard as he phased through the floor next to her desk.
"Shall I retrieve the police girl?" The powerful Dracula asked Integra as a fanged smirk formed on his face.
Integra was silent as she mulled over her options. 'Do I unleash Alucard upon Millennium and risk losing both him and Seras in the chaos between Millennium and Iscariot, or do I leave Seras to be tortured to death by Millennium, or worse, killed by Iscariot?' She extinguished her cigar in the ashtray and closed her eyes in concentration. After five minutes of careful consideration, she spoke.
"Alucard, you're going to Germany. Your orders: Retrieve Seras and destroy anything that gets in your way."
"Prepare the interrogation room," the Major ordered one of his lieutenants from the throne he was seated on. The room had been the throne room of Sin Castle before Millennium had occupied it. Now it was filled with electronics and communication consoles and served as the base command center.
"I vant to have the interrogated as soon as possible," the Major muttered, and looked at the arm of the throne as Schrödinger appeared sitting cross-legged at his feet. "Vell? Anything in the library?"
"Nothing except a few references to a dragon that devours its own tail," Schrödinger said with childish interest, "I think Dok called it the Ouro-something, I can't remember the name."
The Major's mouth formed a smirk as he listened to Schrödinger's report. "How amusing. Zorin may have seen vhatever it is that you're talking about."
"Herr Major!" Rip Van shouted as she and the Captain walked into the command center. "Ve've got some disturbing news!" She walked up to throne and whispered what had happened in the Major's ear. His eyes widened slightly as he heard what had happened.
"This is disturbing indeed," The Major murmured and then said aloud, "Cancel the interrogation. Ve'll give the draculina one more night to recuperate from what has happened. However, ve need someone to keep an eye on her."
"Erm…Herr Majorr…Vould I be able to 'keep an eye on her'?" Schrödinger asked timidly, a bit unnerved by what his ears had heard when Rip Van had explained the situation.
The Major gave Schrödinger an observant look and slowly nodded. "Get going then," he ordered.
"Jawohl!" Schrödinger said and saluted before he vanished. He reappeared in the base food storage and started rummaging around. He soon found what he was looking for: A pair of mugs and a keg of old German lager. "Bingo…" He murmured cheerfully as he vanished and reappeared standing inside Seras' room.
"You avake?" He whispered at Seras after he set the mugs down on a small card table that Rip Van had ordered to be set up for the interrogation the day before.
"Hmm?" Seras groaned as she opened her eyes and found Schrodinger's eyes staring back at her. "YAAAAAAAAH!" She immediately screamed and whacked Schrodinger across the room.
"Owwww…" Schrodinger moaned as he shook his head. "Herr Majorr has ordered me to keep an eye on you until you feel better. If you vant, I brought some German lager you can drink. It'll calm your nerves, I guarantee it."
Seras considered her options. One, she was still naked under the covers and had her uniform lying on the floor next to her. She had nearly been raped by a massive, tentacled creature that looked almost exactly like the person she had seen in the bar where she'd been captured. 'Maybe I can seduce this kid here and then make an escape. But I can't do it openly; I have to play along for now.' "…Alright, just please cover your eyes so I can put some clothes on," Seras asked her teenage captor.
"Sure," Schrödinger replied and covered his eyes with his gloved hands. He spread his ring and middle fingers apart a crack so he could watch Seras pull off the covers. He saw her large breasts bounce slightly as she got up and was in awe when she stood up and he saw her shapely ass. 'So sexy…' Schrödinger thought as his ears drooped slightly when pulled her skirt on and started to button the top of her uniform.
"By the way," Seras said as she stopped buttoning her top six buttons from the collar so it left a decent amount of cleavage, "You never told me your name."
"Schrödinger," The perverted catboy replied, barely able to contain his glee. He quickly covered his eyes completely when Seras turned around.
"You can open your eyes now," Seras said as she folded her arms across her chest and gave Schrödinger a small smirk as he took his hands off his eyes. She turned toward the card table, the two folding chairs next to it, and alcohol that was on it. She turned to Schrödinger and asked, "Shall we?"