Find me Love me Understand me Hold me Kill me Die for me
In that order if you please. This takes place on 'Our' side of the gate, where Hughes is a Nazi and everyone's alternates exist. I liked the title though, it explains a lot.
Warning: Rosa is mine, I'm sorry, don't hate me! I feel like I need something of my own to be in a story of I feel like it's not mine.
When it rains, it pours.
To her misfortune, that was the case. The red cloak draped over her body the bag of groceries underneath it as well. She hurried down the street; it was her turn to make dinner. She laughed at herself, turn? She always cooked for the three men in the house. Sometimes two, at least two of them came home on time. She felt…somewhat homesick, her late memories of some time when she would cook and no one would come home to eat it. She saw a man in front of her complex, staring up at the only light on the face of the building. Her apartment. Ice blue eyes fell on the man. He was different, but then again, before she was working with the two boys she was a gipsy. But this man was something she had never seen before. He looked like a house cat, sitting there twitching black tail swinging back and forth. His black ears folded back onto his head, his onyx eyes staring blankly up at the window.
"Can I help you?" the female asked. The man looked over at her, with somewhat of a surprised look, "Are you looking for someone?" she asked again. He didn't say anything, his lips moved but no sound came. The female gave a smile, "Why don't you come inside, it's nasty in the rain." She said observing his wet, white, button up shirt and blue slacks. She smiled and took his wrist bringing him into the building up. The man not objecting to her.
"Tha…nk you." He managed his voice at a dull whisper. She just smiled at him, ignoring that his hands were paws. She opened the door.
"Guys I'm home." She replied, taking of the cloak. Her long rose red hair fell to her shoulders, coating them in a blanket. Wearing a blue coat with a red shirt underneath, the collar and inside of the jacket was white. Also wearing a long flowing skirt that reached her ankles, brown sandals visible underneath. The first man she saw was sitting on the couch, his short blonde hair somewhat of a mess, and his blue eyes fell on her from the paper. He seemed to jump at the sight of the cat man as the female put her cloak on the rack.
"Bloody hell!" he barked, "Rosa! What is that?" he yelped.
"Be nice Alfonse." She muttered, "He was in the rain and he was looking at our window." She muttered and pulled on his hand, "Come on, I'll get you some clothing." She smiled and led him down the hall. To a room in the back, she set some clothing out for him, "You change." She said, "I'll get you something to eat." She hurried out. She glanced at Al, "Where are Ed and Hughes?" she asked.
"Out doing something." He said, watching the cat man come out in his clothing, "Rosa!"
"You can buy more." She growled setting a plate on the table and smiled at him, "Here, would you like something to drink?"
"Milk…please." His voice was weak. Rosa smiled, grabbing a glass. He looked up at her as she set the milk in front of him. He reached up and hugged her, "Thank you…so much." He muttered hugging her waist tightly like a small child. Rosa smiled softly and patted him on the head.
You're welcome, no please. Eat."