Calloused hands.
Rough, worn spots on fingertips were not a novelty Lust was used to. Lust had never had the opportunity to become accustomed to hands that looked like they were meant for work. Callouses, scars, and the like never had a chance to manifest themselves, due to the homunculus' advanced healing abilities. Any flaws or imperfections would be swept away by red lightning the second they may have appeared. These new, inherited scars would go in time as well, healed by the stone that brought Lust to life.
"So," A voice called from the shadows as Lust sat up, scrutinizing this new body, clad in the vibrant cobalt of an Amestrian military uniform, "I see the procedure has gone successfully, then."
Out from the shadows stepped Father, accompanied by Lust's brothers, Envy, Gluttony, and Wrath. The slightest smile played on his lips as he examined his newest homunculus head to toe. Foggy memories rushed back into Lust's mind, supplying the knowledge of a past life, and how Lust's past body had lived and died.
"Do you feel alright?" Father asked, not as concerned about Lust's wellbeing as he was concerned about Lust's functionality, "Do you have full control of both the body and the mind?"
"Yes, I believe so," Lust's new voice came out deep and husky. It was a far cry from the previous voice, a sultry sound, smooth as silk. This new tone has a more raspy, dangerous quality, while still remaining sensual, and Lust liked that. The more Lust thought about it, the more familiar this new man's voice sounded.
"Stand up, my child, and see how your new body feels," Father prompted, and Lust swung his new legs off the operating table on which he sat. The thick soles of his standard-issue boots hit with a thunk, and Lust steadied himself as he straightened his back and ran a hand through thick, soft hair.
"The new body feels fine," Lust stretched, then began regenerating any wounds or illnesses he may have inherited from the body's previous owner. Red sparks danced around Lust's hands, eating up any callouses, and deeper scars made by some kind of knife. They moved to his torso, rippling across his well-sculpted abdominal muscles. Small scrapes and bruises, accumulated over the years on every other body part fell prey to the wave of energy, transforming Lust's skin to a flawless, ivory canvas, "Now it feels perfect."
Wrath's mustache twitched, "Perfect, eh?" He smirked, "Why don't you look into a mirror and see who you are now?"
Walking was a new experience. Lust had previously walked with a provocative, hip-swinging gait, used to stiletto heels and a tight dress. This new body required him to saunter on with the same confidence, just with a more regal, authoritative attitude. He kept his chin held high, and his movements slow and straight.
He made his way over to the spot out of which Wrath, Father, and the others had stepped, and there stood a large mirror.
Peering in, Lust was met with cold, violet eyes and a mess of thick ebony hair. Familiarity screamed out, and once Lust realized exactly whose body he was now inhabiting, he let out a bone-chilling laugh.
"I told that bastard someday he'd get what was coming for him," Lust licked his lips and reveled at the sight of his smirk- a smirk that he'd had the pleasure of seeing before his previous body was destroyed, "Tell me, did he scream when you put me in? Did his eyes beg for mercy?"
"He couldn't have," Father replied, a smirk creeping onto his normally expressionless face as well, "You see, his soul was ripped out of his body long before it became yours."
"Really," Lust stared at his hands, now adorned with black gloves, "So I don't even need to worry about a meddlesome host?"
"Not one bit."
Lust extended his claws, watching the light glint off of each razor-sharp point, "And where is his soul now? I assume you didn't just waste one of our sacrifice candidates."
"He's somewhere we won't have to worry about him ever again," Another cryptic reply from Father, but Lust accepted it anyway. The whereabouts of his body's previous host were something he'd find out sooner or later anyway. All that mattered right now was that feeling of being drunk on pure, undulated glee. Father really had chosen the perfect human body to turn into a homunculus. And better yet, the simple act of traipsing around in this new body exacted the perfect revenge against the man who'd sworn to stop and kill Lust.
For now, everything else could wait. So long as his soul was locked up somewhere deep and dark, where he couldn't cause trouble, everything else could wait. It was trapped, and it was suffering.
On a floor somewhere below the laboratory, underneath rock and stone and the Central Command Center, steel walls reverberated with Roy Mustang's screams- screams from the soul which now very dearly missed his true body.
A/N: Hello everyone! Here's the first chapter to the fic I was talking about earlier this summer and teasing on my profile. It's finally time for chapter one! If anyone wants a long explanation as to where I got the idea for this particular AU, there's a longer post on my Tumblr (with the same username) which covers it all. It's just too long to write in an author's note!
That being said, this story is going to be pretty long, and cover the time span between Roy's meeting with Wrath through the end of FMAB. While I'm going to focus a lot on plot stuff, there is going to be a lot of blatant Royai ahead. That's pretty much the only pairing in here though. T rating is for lots of angst and violence, and some language.
Thanks for reading! Next chapter is coming fairly soon because that was a pretty evil cliffhanger! Review and tell me your thoughts! I love knowing what people think about my stories!