Black Sin

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the series except the Black Poison Alchemist and Lyanna. (And still more to come.) All other characters belong to their respectful owner (Hiromu Arakawa).

Series Warning: Definitely AU, otherwise Hughes would've been dead right now and Greed in a few more chapters. XD

Chapter Ten: In the Name of Discovery…

Hughes walked out of his office, almost jumping when he nearly walked into Havoc, who was standing a mere foot from the door, anxiously awaiting the news of the interrogation.

The blood-stained dog tags fell from Hughes's hands and clattered onto the ground. Havoc bent to pick them up, handing them back. "What of it?"

Hughes heaved a sigh, setting the dog tags in his pocket as he removed his glasses, using a corner of his uniform to clean the lenses. "Black is alive, and she holds no grounds for suspicion, though it's well-advised to keep a close eye on her."

The lower ranking officer sighed with relief, then nodded. "Of course-"

Eyes widened as he found himself pinned to the wall, Lyanna softly purring as she ran a hand down the side of his face. "So… what's your name?" she asked silkily, smiling as he shifted uneasily. "You never /did/ tell me."

Hughes lifted a hand, but only managed to say a few words in protest, stopping as he was stunned by the woman's actions. She was kissing Havoc gently, her hand naughtily slipping in places where they shouldn't be.

Jean's eyes widened as his lips instinctively parted, and somehow, of its own will, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening their embrace.

The Lieutenant Colonel dropped his hand to his side as he stood speechless, watching the two of them with wide eyes. Regaining control of himself, he blinked a few times before running his hand through his hair, apparently not comfortable in a position like this. Without a word, he strode into his office, quietly closing the door behind him as he took a seat at his desk, pulling some record books towards him.

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Havoc finally had the sense to pull away, and he did so slowly, feeling almost giddy with satisfaction. Smiling, he looked down at Lyanna, into her azul eyes as he failed to notice the dangerous glint that flashed momentarily.

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"Lyanna Winter… why does that sound familiar…?" Hughes murmured softly, scanning through the record books, almost desperately. Picking one up of the past criminals, he began flipping through it. Unlike Havoc, he could see- no/feel/ the woman's malice, and that name seemed so oddly familiar that it was almost enough to make one go insane.

"Sharena Frost, George Lamdart, Scott Octavian, Lyanna Winter… Lyanna Winter…" The Lieutenant Colonel muttered, his finger gently tapping the name, and reading the description quickly. "Both parents killed in the same year…" he said softly, pondering.

Flipping a few more pages and skipping a few other people, he paused on Black's page, staring at the picture for a second, then quickly flipping back to Lyanna's page. "Winter… they're twins… no wonder…" Eyes widened as he recalled the book he was flipping through, and he rapidly read Black's description.

The book slid out of his hands and fell to the ground.

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Black sat on the edge of the roof, watching the sky and the passerby half-mindedly. She quietly pulled her leather gloves tighter, doing so in a fashion that was almost inconspicuous. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice when Greed climbed onto the roof until she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Blinking, she glanced over at him, quietly inquiring why he had come up here.

The Homunculus shrugged as he placed one hand on hers, wrapping his fingers around it. "I've always wondered why you always worn these gloves…" he said softly, watching her over the rim of his sunglasses. Slowly, he started pulling one off, surprised that Black didn't even resist; only watched him intently.

Finishing the task, he blinked as he ran his finger over a thin scar wrapping around her wrist, realizing instantly what had caused them. Casually slipping his glasses into a pocket, he stared into her eyes, asking in a curious tone, "You've been in prison, Black?"

Black smiled wryly.