Hey, all! *dodges tomatoes, potatoes, and pomatos* I know, I need to work on my other stories, but I'm going to take them down. *hides in an abandoned shack* Eep! It's not because I've lost interest or anything, but I just get too much blockage with both!
But this one has a good plot line and it follows the Anime! Yaaaaayyy!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FMA OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I ONLY CLAIM MY CHARACTER!
Note: This story was originally meant for a awesome site called Quizilla, but it's too perverted! BE WARNED!
Thank God for...
(A FullMetal Alchemist Story)
*Chapter One: Showers aren't meant like that!*
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. My brown hair just barely dangled past my earlobes by maybe an inch or two, but my blond bangs went all the way to my collarbone. Those bangs were so badly ridden with split ends, too. But yet they still grew.
My face had a few freckles on it; the curse of the sun's rays against my flesh. But, no matter to that. I was still as pale as a sheet. I liked myself that way. My eyes trailed down my thin and halfway curvy figure. It was hard to believe I was really only twenty-one. I reminded myself of how I looked like I was still sixteen or so.
I smiled, and my dark green eyes smiled with me. I could see the pale gold around my pupils very clearly. It stood out, really. Though there were dark under-eye circles that signaled no sleep. Damn the insomnia...
I reminded myself of what I really was, though: a dork. Major Dork Maddi was my name given to me by my peers. I adored it, too. In fact, one of my best friends was named First Lieutenant Dork Twitch. She moved so long ago, though...
I kept this fake smile on as I ran the brush through both sections of my hair (blond and brunette) again. My first day as a sophmore at ASU would also be my last. But I didn't know it during that point. I wouldn't even make it to my first class of the day.
But, I'm already getting ahead of myself.
At that point, it was 6:05 in the morning. I could hear my roommate snoring in the next room. Gosh, she was like a rock! I would have to awaken her later, most likely. Then I'd get a very long lecture about using up the hot water...
It would be worth it.
I let my towel drop to my hands and my eyes ran over my skin. It was all evenly shaded that careful color of pale. My skin was still dry. I knew that much. I kept the insincere smile on my face as I walked into the shower and closed the dark green curtain behind me.
"Just another day," I spoke to myself as If it would settle the butterflies in my stomach. Nevertheless, it didn't work. I slung the towel over the bar before I turned on the hot water-full blast for my nerves. It hit me and started to steam. Was my skin really that cold? It had to be only February, but I couldn't be that freezing...Could I? I shook off this possibility. Nah, I was just being imaginative.
I started to hum a small tune to myself. One I knew by heart with the chords and with my violin. I knew how to play it so beautifully...I loved the tune of it. And then the beat always changed when you finally got a hold of the last one. It reminded me of a slippery snake sometimes.
My feet ached to do the small river-dancing step I knew. It truly was an Irish song from I was guessing the middle ages. I could remember that it had no words, but it must have been a great hit in the royal parties everywhere back then.
I bit my lip before my feet could start to tap in the way they ached to do. With my luck, I'd fall and break something. Ah, but the water took most of my worries away. It felt wonderful on my skin and it refreshed my soul like a dried tulip during a summer storm. It just felt that nice...
I ran my hand to the bar of pink soap and lathered my now warm body. The water made a sort of tapping noise on the walls and floor of the shower that truly is hard to explain. And the soap made a kind of sloshing noise over my skin. The perfect harmony, really.
I could smell the lavender and coconut in the fragrant soap as I placed it down. But the water soon washed away this smelly smell and replaced it with something a bit more...foul. It was a smell that reminded me a lot of my roommate after she returned from her usual morning jog.
I cannot say that it was truthfully the water that replaced the smelly smell or the soothing sounds. I guess it must have been the people in what had been my bathroom.
I just shrugged off the thoughts of confusion that ran through my mind as I lathered up my hair next. It really did need to be scrubbed after waking up the previous night in a cold sweat. I could only faintly remember that dream, but it had a large gate and many, many eyes...
I shivered at the memory. It was so horrid. I didn't want to think about it.
I rinsed out my vanilla-smelling shampoo and re-lathered it all once again. The same process twice is what it always was.
"Yeah, but Havoc-." I heard the halfway-rough voice talk to someone whose name I guessed was 'Havoc'. It was cut off by another, slightly irritated voice. I couldn't tell if I had heard it correctly because of my hair.
"I don't give a damn, Breda. That's what the Colonel said." This must have been the person named 'Havoc' or whatever talking to the first voice, I guessed. But wait-how did these two voices get into my bathroom? Odd, I knew I had locked the door.
I squeezed away water from my hair one last time before reaching about half a meter below the shower head to turn off the water. All the warmth the hot water had given me disappeared and I was left shivering. I bit my lip to rid of any teeth-chattering. The conversation still went on, though.
"True," said the first voice (whose name was 'Breda' by what I could interpret). "But why us?" He sounded a bit irritated.
"If I only knew I would tell ya, buddy." The second voice said, a bit tired. He must have had a long day or something. There were footsteps signaling one of the men walking away from the other. I guessed it had been the first voice/Breda, because I heard the second voice/Havoc mutter something under his breath I couldn't make out.
The shower curtain opened up, but not by me or itself. A olive-ish hand grabbed the side of it and thrust the said curtain open. I looked up to the person in front of me, expression drained away from my face.
I saw his eyes travel down my body and a blush come to his cheeks. I raised an eyebrow before looking him up and down. He only wore a light blue towel over his necessary parts. My face heated up instantly.
Then it hit me-I was pretty much naked.
"Um..." Said both of us in unison. He really was quite a looker, I had to admit. Sure, he wasn't Mr. Universe or anything, but he wasn't a scrawny weakling like I had seen before. He had maybe a four-pack ab. He was evenly tanned from what I could see. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue that seemed to be in a league all its own. It kind of reminded me of the ocean if you looked at it from above.
But...his hair...It reminded me so much of my own. Past his poof-styled blond bangs I saw brown hair that was short but not too short. The perfect balance, in my opinion.
I wonder how he saw me, though. A freak, maybe? Could he be thinking about my need of a towel or could he even be pondering about my body? Did he think I was pretty? Hah, probably not. I wasn't much of a thing to see. Just the average dork, most likely.
You know, he probably saw me as naked since I had no towel or anything wrapped around me. Shit. Why didn't he say anything, though? My hair dripped a drop of water down my back. It was cold, too.
"..." So much silence, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. He just stared into my eyes and I stared back. He tried to move left, but I moved right. My blush grew brighter. I tried the other way, but so did he. Brighter. We both tried a trick, but he bumped into me. This sent me to the ground. My face was like a tomato. No wall caught me either. In fact, where there should have been a wall there was air.
Hadn't there been a wall there earlier? A tiled wall? Shouldn't that have caught me or something? Or had I been dreaming again? No. I hadn't been. That wall had been there for as long as me and my roommate had been living there.
"So," I said, blinking once from my spot on the ground. Truthfully, I just wanted to break the silence between both of us. "How's that for dancing?" I was also trying to lighten the mood, but that was not going to work. I noticed that just past his head a bare bar hung a dark blue shower curtain. Wasn't mine green? With a black towel on it? And hadn't my ceiling been a bit lower?
'He must think I am a psychopath for just sitting here looking up at him.' My towel was gone and I was just left there, naked and alone, with him staring down at me like he wanted to tell me something.
His hands went to his side and he halfway unraveled something at about his waist. What could he be doing? Was he grabbing a gun from under the towel or something? Could he be about to kill me? Yep-I could see the headlines now. 'College Student Murdered in Odd Robbery' it would read. Wouldn't it be hilarious to see on the front of the newspaper? I bet.
I saw only a flash of light blue fabric as he thrust his towel to me. He threw it, I'm guessing, just so it covered my eyes. That'd be unladylike to look at his manhood before a marriage, now wouldn't it? I kept it over my eyes until I heard he had a different towel wrapped around himself, then I pulled it down from my face. My face wasn't as red as before because the towel just smelled like stiff cotton and it didn't make me think of...you get the idea. Then I looked at him again and my face turned a few shades brighter.
He held a hand out to me, which I accepted gratefully. He pulled me to my feet and I kept a hold of the towel. It was actually kind of warm compared to my freezing skin. It was so cold in there. I shivered a bit, too. Why was it so cold to me all of a sudden?
I wrapped the warm-ish light blue towel smoothly around my figure, but it barely went an inch or so past my hips. I nodded a thanks before sighing. This would be a problem.
The man just held the red blush on his face for a few seconds longer before shaking off whatever he was thinking about. I wondered what his thoughts were-but they were probably something perverted if I knew guys correctly. Though they could be something different. I doubted that, though.
His blush was gone from his face, finally, but mine still held its place. I willed it away, but it just stayed put. I gave a shrug that said 'What now?' and a raised eyebrow. I kind of felt like myself as a little kid again when I'd get in trouble and just look at the teacher like I expected some great punishment I was ready to bear.
He moved (and this time I didn't move with him) to where he could have one arm around me with his hand on my shoulder and his other hand on my other shoulder, like he was steering me. Was he going to take me somewhere? I got my answer when we started walking towards what I'm guessing was the exit.
"What's your name, kid?" He spoke, just loud enough for me to hear. I looked up at his face, which held a mixed look of determination and annoyance. He stared straight ahead like he was embarrassed to have me near-though his face did not hold a blush.
"My name is Maddison. That's truly all you need to know." I glared at him until he looked down to meet my eyes. Then I felt more heat rise to my cheeks before I looked ahead. There were people all around us but they were all men. They either wore some sort of military uniform or a towel as we walked by.
I blushed and looked down at my feet. I didn't need to see this. But...wait...my bathroom's floor was colored a light green-not blue. Where was I, exactly? And what was I doing here?
"My name is Jean, then. That's all you need to know." I looked up to him as he jacked my line. I gave a glare, but I could see the playful smile pulling at his lips. That little bastard was joking at me! What the hell?
I didn't want to smile back, but it was obvious my scowl had been forced onto my own face. I heard a small chuckle emerge from his throat, but not his mouth.
"So, Maddison, what's your favorite subject in High School?" I couldn't help but smile.
"If you're flattering me, thanks; but if you are that ignorant, then you might want to know that I'm actually a sophmore in college where I am currently earning my master's degree in education," I gave a little huff of annoyance. I could see the sign above a door that said 'EXIT' in large block letters that also glowed a green-red color. Odd. That was never in my bathroom.
He gave me a raised eyebrow that meant he actually was doing/being a bit of both.
Why was he acting so kind? Could he be trying to act like a girl in what used to be my bathroom but was now some kind of men's locker room was an everyday occurrence? Did he know it wasn't? Or was he genuinely being nice because he wanted to be? Or could it even be because of other sexual reasons? Could he just be using me for something more?
Then I noticed why he was doing these things. A few whispers were all I could hear for a few seconds.
"Who's that?" One would say to a different one in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear.
"What's a girl like that doing in here and why is she with Havoc?" Another would say, elbowing the person he was talking to in the ribs so he could see me. I wasn't that much of a disturbance, was I?
"Holy shit, Havoc's leading a girl somewhere. My money's on her..."
And so on they would go. I bet if I looked behind me I would see some of them still looking after me and the tall man next to me. He was trying not to let me hear those semi-crude whispers. But I had ears and, despite the last one nearly making me collapse in a fit of giggles, this was serious. This wasn't home, no matter how much I wished to be there. Obviously, it couldn't be.
Jean opened the door under the exit sign for me. It made a small creaking sound as it opened, and the bathroom tile turned to linoleum. Blue linoleum, too. Why was everything blue around this place?
I muttered something under my breath and Jean looked at me for a second. Then he looked down both ways of the halls and thought for a second. I wondered what his mind could be processing.
"I had better take you to Lieutenant Hawkeye. If I took you to Sheska you could be lost in books." He nearly said this as an afterthought, because he turned left quickly and started quickly towards a destination unknown. We passed few people, but when two or more passed us they would immediately start whispering to each other when they thought us out of hearing range. It nearly made me cringe.
"Excuse me, Jean?" I said, halfway wishing he didn't hear me. He turned his head to look at my self and raised an eyebrow as if saying 'What?'. I blushed a bit. "Where are we going?" He smiled at this.
"The Colonel is out for tonight so I'm taking you to go home with Lieutenant Hawkeye because she has the night off and I don't. Unless you want to stay here or something in a prison cell." He smiled at me rather sneakily. I blushed a bit more and shook my head 'no'. "Then we're at an agreement. You'd need to be careful around here, too. With only a towel around yourself, some men could get a bit...tested. Besides, I think Lieutenant Hawkeye still has some extra clothes in her locker and you both are about the same size." I smiled, but then realized something.
"And you know this...how?" He turned a slight shade of pink and muttered something about it being not important. The ass...
I sighed and shook away what concerns I held. What was I to care? I had no idea where I was, so these people could treat me any way they wanted to. I was just glad he wasn't forcing me to stay here.
"Thanks, then. I appreciate this, really." He blushed a bit brighter and shook his head as if that was unimportant as well. I smirked. "Jean?"
He looked at me with a confused expression, as if wondering what I could be asking now. "Yeah?"
"What's going through your mind at the moment?" I didn't look at him, but directed my attention straight ahead. I don't know if he blushed, looked forward again or what.
"I guess I'm wondering what you could be thinking at the moment," He said after a moment, sighing. I thought about what he said.
"Well," I said in a smaller voice and a light blush on my face. My finger was to my lips as if I was pondering this. "To tell the truth, I guess I'm thinking about how I've asked that question about a million times and you are the only one who has answered truthfully. At least, no one I know has ever said something like that."
He smiled at me and spoke some more, "I guess that answers my question." I raised an eyebrow, pulling the light blue towel tighter around me.
"And that would be the question?"
"Never mind that, Maddison." He wasn't gonna answer me. I sighed and shrugged. I didn't really care.
We turned a corner and (after passing two giggly women who eyed me like I was a slut but gave a smile to Jean) quickly reached a large door like the one I had seen earlier. This one, though, was right next to...
"Please don't tell me we just walked all that fucking way for nothing!" I groaned when I saw the door exactly like the one Jean and I had exited from. He gave a sheepish smile.
"Then I won't tell you that we took the scenic route," he said, turning to knock on the door with the female stick figure-y sign. He made two loud knocks on the door. It took a minute or two before someone opened the door.
I leaned against the wall and sighed. How was I going to get home? Would these people be any help? I doubted it. Though he was letting me leave with someone who (possibly) wasn't perverted. That would truthfully be a miracle. Jean sighed and looked back at me.
"Love your hair," he said with a smirk. "Is it the same down there?" I snorted out of habit.
"Shouldn't you know? You are the one who found me naked in the shower. Bastard." I stuck my tongue out at him childishly. His face heated up a bit before he coughed.
"Um..." His sly smirk was gone now. The said smirk had ran from his face to mine. How easily a nasty comment could change the perspectives. But he had no time to think up his own, because someone opened the door.
"Lieutenant Havoc," said a voice. I wanted to see past him to see who this commanding voice belonged to. "Tell me why you're here."
"I opened up the shower curtain and I found a certain thing I think the Colonel should see," Jean said, placing his hand on the back of his head. The person sighed.
"And let me guess, you want me to take it for a while?" Havoc nodded. A loud gunshot went off and a bullet nearly missed my head.
"Oh holy fuck! Where the hell did that come from!?" I said, shaking in fear. Havoc had also jumped aside to avoid the bullet. I finally saw the woman. Her hair was about as long as my bangs and blond. Her own bangs were pulled across her forehead in a style that reminded me of some the Disney stars' nowadays. Her eyes were a dark red that were almost as piercing as her bullets. Her towel was a bit longer than mine, and her skin was quite a bit darker than my own. She wasn't that tanned, but she wasn't a ghost. She held a scowl on her face and a gun in her hand.
Needless to say, she looked pretty fucking scary.
Havoc moved at a gesture from her and looked at me. She seemed to evaluate my appearance by looking at my height, width, and body type in general. She kept her scowl.
"My name is Riza Hawkeye, First Lieutenant in the Amestris military," she spoke with authority. I gulped. "You will address me as Riza and nothing more. You got that clear?" I nodded quickly, too afraid to say anything. She smiled politely and raised the gun towards the ceiling.
"Then we're clear. What's your name?" I bowed respectfully to her before coming up.
"My name is Maddison I. Slaughter. I'm currently attending ASU college and I'm working on earning my master's degree in education so I can become a teacher for younger students. I love children, Riza. Working with them is a passion I've always had. My friend is Naomi Vigil and she currently works for the United States' Navy." I took a silent breath after saying this. It was good to enter the tidbit about Naomi in there, just in case.
I bit my lip in nervousness. Children were actually just a recent love of mine, but I had always wanted to be a teacher. Whether or not it be one of my better subjects.
"Very well, Maddison. You can go now, Lieutenant Havoc." Riza turned and headed back into the women's locker room. I waved good-bye to Jean before following her inside. I don't know if he returned the gesture, because Riza moved quickly and I had to hurry to keep up with her.
"You need to be careful around Jean," said the woman, not looking back. "He's a bit more in love with his work than he has been with any girl. Though you act like his type." I raised an eyebrow and moved a little quicker to get next to her.
"What do you mean by 'his type'?" Riza just shook her head at my words, as if telling me to ask again later. I shook this away from my memories, though. It wasn't important as getting home.
The red-eyed woman just went to a locker. It was blue and the lock upon it was like the ones I had seen on my lockers from Jr. High and High School. Hawkeye entered her code. I saw it go right five times before stopping on the number 30 before going left twice and landing on 15 and then going right once again until 0 was the number on top. I memorized this combination before she could notice my watchful eye. I had seen what she had done to Jean, and I didn't want that to happen to me.
Riza opened the locker and pulled out one of two pairs of clothing she held in there. The one she pulled out was a folded pile. These must have been her extra clothes. I could remember Jean saying that she'd most likely have some about my size.
"I think these will fit you, Maddison," She handed me the clothes. I smiled a thanks. "Thanks, Riza. I truly owe you one." I bowed respectfully and went to change in the area I had seen when we were walking to her locker.
I could have sworn I heard her say something under her breath about 'hearts' or whatever, but I shrugged it off.
Finally. I couldn't believe I finally could wear something besides this damned towel.
Thank God for bitchy women and hot guys!