Havoc equals chaos
Chapter 1 - Heavensent
Golden blonde bangs overlapped his handsome face, while he had darker hair in the back. An aristocratic nose shaped well and thin lips completed this blue-eyed man. In other words, he was stunningly handsome. Unfortunantely, there was an even better looking guy there. One that wouldn't let him live down every girl he swiped from him. Jean Havoc supported Colonel Roy Mustang all the way, but he also hated him. He was nothing but a joke, a laughable joke to everyone here! Everytime he met someone who liked him, there Roy came, sweeping them off of thier feet and pulling the rug out from Havoc's. There was only one time that he hadn't done that to him - it was when he went to meet Major Armstrong's sister. And she turned him down! All because he wasn't muscular enough! Ah, it was enough to drive any man insane!
So there he was, at his desk brooding about it. "Thats it. . .I'm going to be lonely forever. Might as well as accept it Havoc. No girl that sees Mustang will ever want you. Your going to be lonely for life." he said sadly when the door opened. Inside stepped a girl that could have stepped out of Havoc's best dreams. A woman with long, silky black hair came into the room, her form fitting dress flattering her hourglass shape, matching her emerald green eyes and looking fabulous against her pale ivory skin. The dress had thin straps and was flirty with frills made of the same fabric. It had a heart shaped neckline that revealed a good amount of cleavage and it fell just above the knee. "Hi." she said in a sultry voice.
Havoc nearly fell backwards out of his chair. "Hello." he said cooly, his blazing blue eyes meeting with her intense emerald ones. "Can I help you?" he asked and she smiled. "Yes, I think you can. Is this where Colonel Mustang is? I need to speak to him about something." she said. He deflated. 'Damned, of course she's going to go to Roy, she's gorgeous.' he thought and he simply nodded. Pulling out a cigarette, he put it between his lips and was reaching for his lighter when she came closer to him. She had a lighter in her hand and it was already lit with lightning speed. "May I?" she purred. "Thanks. So, what's your name beautiful?" he asked and she turned her cherry red lips up in a smirk. "Dragana Nott, love, but you can call me Dee. And you would be?" she asked casually. "I'm Jean Havoc." he said, amused with the woman. She was smooth as silk, and he wouldn't be surprised if she was as dangerous as a hidden razor. She tossed her head back, making her hair fall behind her back, ending at her curvy hips.
He steadied himself before he asked the question: why was she here to see Mustang? "So, what do you have to see Mustang about?" he asked, and he saw her smirk widen. "Well, love, I want to become a state alchemist, so I've got to start somewhere. I was referred to him by my friends." she said and he nodded. So, they weren't personal yet! "So, I heard he's famous for his flame alchemy." she said, watching his expression go downward. She pursed her lips, wondering why the flame alchemist would affect this man so. "Something wrong, Jean?" she asked softly, her green eyes glittering.
'Damned it! Hell yes something's wrong! I don't like that old bastard! He never gets riprimanded for anything!' he thought, seething. "Actually, there is." he said bitterly. 'Wow Jean, didn't know you hated him so much! Bottled anger seems to burst in the strangest ways, doesn't it?' he thought before continuing. "You see, whenever I find a pretty lady to date, the first time they see him," he said bitterly, "he sweeps them right out from under my feet, then gloats about it." She raised her brow, but the smirk widened yet again. "So, he's an egotistical bastard is he?" she said conversationally. His brow went up. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." he said, shrugging but liking this girl even more than before. She had a brain in the pretty head! Maybe, on the one to a hundred chance, she wouldn't fall for him!
"Want to make a wager, Mr. Havoc?" she said, moving to sit on the desk, causing her dress to reveal a little more leg, and smiled at him. "W-what?" he said, not meaning to stutter. "Lets say that I go into Mustang's office. If he does manage to romance me, then. . .you can say you told me so. If he doesn't, then. . .you get to take me out on a date. Sound good?" she said, close enough to kiss him. He looked into her emerald green eyes, transfixed by them. "Yeah, sure." he said, leaning closer to close the distance when she jumped down. He wondered how she could do that in the stilleto heels she was wearing, but wasn't really paying attention on her legs as much as her body. 'Please, let her resist his charms!' he prayed as she smiled at him and turned the doorknob to go into his office.