Chapter One-A/N
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How wonderful it is to be back on Fanfiction.
A bit of Back story for my…uhhh…story?
Mkay
It is completely random, not set in the same time as the actual story,
And nothing that happened in the old story happened here!
(Except Edward got his automail, I'll figure out a reason for that.)
The year is 1801,and the slave trade is prospering.
But, recently, a band of rogue Alchemists has come out of the woodwork, the self-dubbed 'God's Alchemists.' They have been purchasing slaves by the wagonload for shady Alchemical Research. In this small country, members of this band of men and women are easily identified by their usually dark hair color, pale as snow skin, unusual 'magical' talents, and heir signature uniform, a long black cloak with silver trim…
Colonel Roy Mustang is one of the most talented members of the God's Alchemists ranks, and renowned for his firepower. 29, tall, with black hair and drop dead Gorgeous eyes, Roy could have any woman he wanted, regardless of his profession.
Edward Elric is a recently orphaned 16 year old, torn from his last living relative, his little brother Alphonse. He was sold into slavery by the men with a grudge against his father, who had burned his home to the ground. Alone, bewildered, and indignant, he has been labeled unruly and his handlers wish to dispose of him. Quickly.
Chapter One: Roy goes shopping…
"-ang. Mustang!"
Roy straightened in a second and tried to wipe the glazed look one gets from daydreaming off of his face.
"Yes, Sir?" the man replied to his commander, who had unfortunately snuck up on the dreaming raven haired man.
"Just wanted to give you a heads up and inform you that we in the upper management are all quite pleased with the quality of your recent purchases, and have caught wind of a major shipment just having arrives from somewhere far off. Perhaps some strong lads, eh? I'd like to award you a small bonus for all of your hard work, and hope you'll use it to finally purchase a companion for your very own. You are dismissed."
He walked off as quickly as he came, shined boots rapping smartly on the polished marble floors of the headquarters.
So Roy Mustang roused himself quickly, put on his boom-boom gloves, and left. He reveled in the sound of money in his pocket, and completed his assigned purchases quickly. He took the time searching the pens for his ideal companion.
He toyed with the idea of getting a girly little bed-warmer, but decided to look for a manservant instead. He had always been partial to male lovers, so he figured it would be like a two-for-one deal. He decided a blond-haired boy would be best, so he could fool with the lengthy locks like a girls.
He spotted several promising boys, but finally found the perfect one. Short, lithe, muscular yet slight, he stood against the wall with a slightly gregarious expression. He fended off a lot of potential buyers with his 'don't touch me' expression and his hands-off glare. Roy liked a challenge.
He spoke with the man in charge of sales, who promptly tied a collar on the boy and pulled him out of the pen. Roy gave the man the money, purchased a short leather leash for another small fee, and started off for his barracks at headquarters.
Edward couldn't believe someone had actually bought him. What good did the glare do? He had a collar and leash no, nonetheless. The man said not a word as he walked; only stared at him. He tried not to notice how the man seemed to be trying to eat him with his eyes, on the way that the same eyes lingered on his bare chest.
Finally, the petite blond was fed up and asked his new 'Master', "What's your name?" "Colonel Roy Mustang, of God's Alchemists." Edward, having never heard of them, was not afraid. "Well…I'm Edward. Why did you have to go and buy me?" A flicker of surprise flew over Mustang's face, and he growled a clipped reply,
"Silence, slave. Must I teach you not to speak so insolently to those above your station, your Master especially?" Edward's face turned red, and he looked as if he was about to explode. He opened his mouth, anger in his eyes, and received a sharp slap before he could utter a single word in retort. Cowed by his Master's anger and the sharp stinging n his cheek, Edward fell silent.
Please, R&R!
SM