Mine
By JigokuHana
Disclaimer: Okay, as much as I want to as I'm sure any other FMA fan does too, I DON'T OWN FMA!!!
A/N: Okay, when Dante said she looked forward to taking Rose's body & loving Edward, I was like 'Okay, um...YECH!!'. Yet of course, that quote stayed in my head ever since. So I'm doing a oneshot about Dante (When she's in Lyra's body) & her feelings for Ed & his father. Once again...the thought of the idea of Dante x Edward...Runs to the bathroom to puke.
She peered out of the window, gazing at the underground city down below. This had been one of her finest works...one of their finest works. To think...sacrificing an entire city's population with the use of alchemy...only to create a fragment of a blood-red elixer.
The Philosopher's Stone.
Yes...she had created that with him. With her lover...over 400 years past. They had achieved immortality. She and her only love.
Hohenhiem of Light.
The man who had loved her for years. Who had dedicated his life to alchemy, to help her find the key to life itself...then he had abandoned her, leaving her only with the quivering flesh that used to be their son. She loved, yet despised him. He had run off. And hundreds of years later had started loving that insignificant mortal. Yet she could not forget his beautiful face. His strong, angled jaw, dark-blonde hair with his mezmorizing golden eyes.
Yes...those eyes.
His eyes.
And it was only natural that his horrible, equally beautiful son would inherit those eyes as well.
How fate loved to toy with her.
Ah, yes. His son. The fair son of Hohenhiem.
Edward Elric. The FullMetal Alchemist. Hero of the People.
The son of who was once her own.
He would be coming down to the city soon. She would have to start preparing her new body for him. She turned her eyes to the young woman sitting on the velvet couch. Long, pink bangs falling down to frame her face, lovely bronze skin decorating her body, and she had perhaps the most inviting amethyst eyes she had seen in her many years. This body would do nicely...no, perfectly. Edward was truly a find. Despite coming from the womb of an disgusting mortal, he looked much like a younger version of her Hohenhiem. He had a strong jaw, though not as strong as his father's, his hair was the color of golden thread, and he had the most exquisite body.
And he had created a Philosoper's Stone.
Like Father, Like Son they say.
And like his father...he would belong to her.
She smirked as she heard his voice echo throughout the immense cavern. She turned once more to Rose, still in her trance-like state.
"Yes. Tonight he shall become mine."