Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction, just saying. Your thoughts and opinions are welcomed but any flamers will be ignored. Anyways, Hope ya like it and don't forget to review, it keeps me inspired!
And also, thanks to my Beta, Thanatos, for helping me with this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned here neither do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. Anything that's not from the manga or anime series, yes I own those.
She sat there, perched upon the stool at her vanity admiring her reflection in its mirror. She liked the soft pink wig she was wearing to conceal her coal black hair, as well the make-up bringing out her piercing red eyes but it was her outfit that she was really admiring. Elegant sophistication in cloth, at first glance a fitted waistcoat, this illusion, accentuated by the red bow at her neck, soon gave way to reveal a white halter with black sides and four gold buttons which flowed seamlessly into her black shorts. More gold buttons marked the pockets as white lines continued to draw the gaze down from the halter neck down to a tantalising glimpse of thigh which too soon gave way into her black thigh high stockings. Her long black opera gloves, broken only by the pure white cuffs completed the ensemble beautifully.
She looked down to her right to her usually cold expression cracked as she smiled at the one eyed black Rottweiler and his companion, an orange tabby that had lost a limb.
"Do I look good?" She asked as they looked at her curiously. The dog's excited bark caused her to chuckle musically, "Why thank you, Conan."
Her gaze turned expectantly to the tabby who merely yawned in response, "Gee, thanks, Maria. I never expected you to be the nice one." She said sarcastically.
Her heart raced as she looked at the time. Ten minutes, she thought to herself. I guess it's the same thing again, isn't it? I wonder what life would be like if we'd done things differently.
She forced those thoughts aside, this introspection too often led to things she'd rather forget. Usually, she'd just wear what she had too, do the job, get the money and forget it ever happened. Besides, why was she nervous anyway? She'd done this frequently, so there was no point in being self-righteous.
"Feelin' guilty again, are we?" a voice asked in a Cockney (1) accent, interrupting her train of thoughts. She turned to see a familiar man about six feet tall, standing by the door way.
She blinked several times "Flynn…" she acknowledged "I-I didn't hear you open the door…" she replied, her voice laced with guilt at being caught. She rose from her chair to completely face him, affection shining in her eyes.
He smiled "Aye, Ah no'iced" he said in amusement. The man in front of her was donning a short, dark blue wig that hid his long ginger hair. His eyes though were still the same sapphire hue she'd always admired. He stood proudly, his gold trimmed navy greatcoat unbuttoned but held tightly in place by the three gold chains across his royal blue waistcoat. White ruffles, precisely cut around the collar matched his own cuffs peeking out from under the coat, leaving only half of the man's golden gloves visible. Blue trousers held by white belt with gold buckle disappeared into thigh high blue lace ups, the gold trim flowing into golden toe caps and heels brought out the white laces and artfully placed belts adorning his right thigh and slung low over his hip.
He strode towards her, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she relaxed into him wrapping her arms around his waist, His gold chains digging into the fabric of her shirt.
"We can cancel it for tonight if you want, love?" He offered looking down at her in concern.
She considered briefly, "No, it's fine. It happens sometimes doesn't it?" Her tone defeated, she knew they would have to do it sooner or later, best to get it over and done with.
They pulled away from their embrace and he smiled sadly "I suppose so"
His smile turned mischievous and he leaned closer to her ear "By the by, ye know something?" He asked before his eyes glanced down lasciviously taking in his wife's voluptuous figure. Despite the halter covering her chest, it hugged tightly to her perfectly formed breasts, whilst the black thigh highs permitted a glimpse of creamy thighs before caressing her shapely calves. His lips pulled into a lecherous grin and he purred "You look as good in that as you do out of it!"
She blushed slightly before pushing him away "We've got a show in five minutes, you pervert." At the sight of his pout she relented and pulled him close to whisper in his ear, pressing herself against him again "Maybe after the show, we can put that to the test?"
Grinning madly he tore his gaze from his teasing partner to look Conan and Maria "Like my outfit?" he asked.
Conan performed that energetic bark while Maria meowed which irritated Luka "Oh I see, you won't meow like that for me, but you will for this pervert! You ungrateful feline!" she snapped at the Orange Tabby
Flynn laughed out loud and petted Luka's hair "There, there, now don't be jealous!"
She slapped his hands away "Shut it!"
She began walking towards the doorway before stopping and turning back to him "One more thing, Flynn, get rid of that accent. You don't want anyone thinking you're some low-class scum." she chided, playfully.
He laughed, his accent becoming thicker "bu' ah'm a low-class scum and when ah come te think of it, so are ye!"
"Shut your trap!" Her vein popped as she felt more irritation bubbling inside of her.
He winked "Ye knows how te shu' my trap" pointing to his lips, she nodded sarcastically before exiting the room. Even though she looked irritated, Flynn knew that she was smiling and blushing at the same time. He looked over to the two animals staring at him "Behave yourselves, okay?" he said, petting both of them before exiting himself.
Luka Harley Hansen stood a few meters away from her husband Flynn Hansen, as he held the microphone waiting for the curtains to draw apart. In a few moments he would announce them as Lenora Skyswift and Marcus Mistfire. He looked at her and gave her a wink, which was also his way of saying 'Good luck' she smiled to herself. How cliché, she thought but she liked it nonetheless.
Taking a deep breath she adjusted her long wig, it felt so soft beneath her fingers, as if it were her own hair. Then she moved to adjust that irritating microphone that just wouldn't stay in place, how she hated these things.
When the curtains were drawn part, she could finally see their audience. Same old, same old, she thought. As usual, every table was filled some were couples, others were friends and some with their entire families all radiating privilege and wealth. Two men gave her cause to pause in assessment, a man with messy black hair sitting beside one with jovial spiky hair, both of them immaculately dressed in three-piece-suits.
They had attended several times and she took a moment to place them. The man on the left was clean shaven with messy hair giving his face a babyish quality until you saw his eyes, dark and piercing as the gazed on Luka with a distinctly adult pleasure. A pervert, she'd thought the first time she'd seen him, but a handsome one, probably a womanizer. The other man had warm hazel eyes and a scruffy beard had made a better impression, refusing her flirting in favour of an existing partner. Maes Hughes had been his name, his friend had been identified as Roy Mustang after he successfully lived down to her first impression of him. As much as she despised flirting with men other than her husband it attracted a larger audience and larger profits. The silver pocket watch Roy carried clearly marked him as a State Alchemist, the Flame Alchemist to be precise, and a dog of the military.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Her husband announced into the microphone his sophisticated tone betraying barely a hint of its usual Cockney.
"Welcome, welcome! It is my great pleasure to invite you to our show, we guarantee you will find it utterly entrancing. I'm your host and singer, Marcus Mistfire and this is my partner, Lenora Skyswift! Please do make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show." he moved back to stand level with Luka whilst the audience clapped, before looking over at the musicians and nodding for them to begin playing the song.
The orchestra began playing as Luka allowed the music to wash over her waiting for her cue, before launching into the opening, harmonizing her clear contralto to the music effortlessly matching the introductory notes.
"After showing me a dream where I dance all night,
the sound of the clock bell expels the magic.
A bewildering finger lures me down the stairs,
so I leap down 3 steps at a time.
Flynn's tenor rang out, rich and poignant.
You were trembling inside the horse-carriage.
Now tear away that wretched old outfit, and return to tonight's dance ball.
A whispering voice orders me to search for your unfamiliar face,
and then with the blade gripped in my hand, to snatch everything from you.
In the ashes, the glass slipper melts with a crimson glow.
Now I really am leaving, because I'm quivering,
as your eyes rest upon the clock.
Running through the slope where I dance barefoot,
I extend my fingertips all the way to your throat.
I kiss your tears held in my hand,
as an impulse runs through your back in that instant.
By now, everyone was caught in a trance, even the musicians though they continued to play without missing a beat. Flynn signaled Luka to keep singing and she did so, repeating the lyrics in order to keep the spectators trapped in the trance.
She watched Flynn search each every one of them, except for the children, and stuffed anything valuable into a large bag. After he was done pick-pocketing he went backstage, urging Luka to continue by giving her a thumbs up. Moments later, he appeared again beside her.
Please don't ring the bell, as I kneel to you,
although screaming "no," my right hand thrusts out to you an eternal farewell.
A princess who wears gunpowder smoke as perfume,
your unyielding pupil cleaves through my frigid mask.
Now your sighs penetrate my ears.
It all seems like a faraway dream.
Through the stained glass,
the moonlight covered you with a veil.
At this everyone snapped out of their trance wholly unaware of the time or possessions they had lost as Flynn and Luka sang the final verse together.
Ripping apart my dress with my knees, throwing away my tiara,
our eyes, gazing at each other, fire off sparks.
Our lonely souls, burning up in flames, yearn for each other.
If I can't save your tears, then this will all have been a one-person game.
Oh time, stop now. I've been completely drawn in to you.
I want to count out every one of your unstable heartbeats.
Remain in my surging emotion, and be soaked hot.
I cannot move beyond this. It's almost like a fairytale. (2)
When they were done, they walked towards one another then turned to the crowd, that was clapping whole-heartedly for them, and bowed. She smiled deviously at her husband and he returned it by winking at her.
"Blimey! Wasn't that tirin'!?" Flynn exclaimed, stretching his hands and then petting the Rottweiler while carrying two bags, one which was the clothing they wore at the show while the other was the one full of money and any other valuables that had been stolen from their wealthy audience. Luka smiled at her husband as she held Maria in her arms, apparently the cat was too lazy to walk so she had had to pick her up. She cleared her throat several times because the song she had sung was not her cup of tea at all. She needed to drink some hot tea once they'd reached the hotel. She was now wearing a comfortable white spaghetti top and some black denim shorts, with her dark hair let loose, while her husband donned a white shirt and some black pants. It was great relief from the clothes they were previously wearing for the show.
Unfortunately, the hotel the couple had chosen was a long way from the venue where they had performed, but it was a nice place and the food was, as Flynn put it, "Bloody delicious".
As a companionable silence stretched between them Luka's thoughts drifted back to those memories she had ruthlessly crushed earlier.
Luka didn't remember her parents, she didn't even remember missing them. Everything from the early years of her life were just a blur, but she did remember when she was a five-year-old and that life wasn't treating her kindly. She was all alone and thought she was going to die when she heard her saviors rough 'Ey, you alrigh'?
The next she thing she recalled was being at his house, she was meeting his parents and being schooled by them. She would be forever grateful to them… and to Flynn.
It was for them they had been driven to this, not to singing but the thievery. Perhaps they could have got by on the tickets to their shows, but it was never enough, not for them. Needy she thought, Not greedy. It's not like they can't afford it. They who refused them so much as a crumb, who called them 'scum' for having the audacity to starve in front of them. They could afford to give a little more.
"'Ey, you alrigh'?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her eyes. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him, confused before realizing she had been lost in her thoughts.
"No, I'm dying" she replied sarcastically. He cocked his left eyebrow at her as she rolled her eyes back "Can't you tell a person is having deep thoughts about their life, dumbass?" she then cleared her throat once again, irritated by the slight soreness that was beginning to form.
He laughed and put his arm around her "Is tha' so?" he smirked "What ye thinkin' about, love?"
She smiled sweetly before whispering "About how I'm going murder you brutally with my own hands."
"Awwww" he cooed "you'd go through that trouble for me?" he asked, as he touched the left side of his chest in mock happiness and bliss and spoke in his sophisticated accent"I feel so… Honored, you humble me"
She groaned and was about to retort when she heard something behind her and Conan began barking while Maria hissed. She looked behind her in time to see a muscular silver haired man emerging from the darkness in the alleyway.
Expecting a response Flynn turned back to look at her before following her gaze into the alley. The muscular man turned and saw both of them before running disappearing down another of the city's maze like alleys before they could get a good look at him.
Without thinking Luka ran into the alley, ignoring Flynn's protests. In front of her was a man in a blue military uniform lying face-first in a pool of blood. Shivers ran down her spine when she realized the way the man was killed. It's that murderer who targets State Alchemists and anyone from the military, she thought with a knot forming in her stomach, It's Scar.
"Shit!" she heard Flynn curse, startling her as he appeared behind her alongside Conan. Luka motioned for Flynn to be quiet. They couldn't afford to panic now. They couldn't get caught. Not here. Now. Not with a bag of gold and valuables. Not for this. Both she and Flynn turned to run.
"Stop right there!" a voice commanded, piercing the silence of night and sending chills down the couples' spine.
No. This can't be happening. Everything became a blur as she saw her husband being pinned to the ground by men in blue uniform and getting handcuffed, he tried to resist but stopped when he saw how Luka shaking her head.
She felt someone grab her by the shoulders "Do not resist." someone ordered.
Don't touch me! I didn't do anything! She wanted to protest but the words were stuck in her throat. This can't be, happening. How did this happen? She watched as their pets were taken away by an unknown man; Maria hissed while Conan growled ferociously. And most of all, her husband, he was dragged away. Let them go, she tried to say but once again the words stuck in her throat.
AN: I hope you enjoyed! This is just an introductory chapter, by the way, just so you could get know the main character of this fanfiction. Anyway, I'd appreciate if you could rate and review, so I know what you guys think!
For those of you wondering what Luka looks like, I'd say she looks like Seilah from Fairytail while Flynn looks like Joker from Kuroshitsuji. Also their outfits are from Megurine Luka's Temptation outfit and KAITO's Requiem
1) Cockney: a native of East London, traditionally one born within hearing of Bow Bells.
2) This song is from the vocaloid song Cendrillon, originally sung by Kaito and Hatsune Miku, but in this case it's sung by Megurine Luka and Kaito