I'm sorry everyone for the delay! I've had a really tough time lately, for the past two weeks, and I couldn't really focus on continuing to write the second part. - I'm alright now for the most part, so I hope my writer mind switches on again and I'll be able to publish better chapters!
ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:
GrumpyCatWriter101: haha thanks! I feared I wrote it too cliché-like (sweat drop) haha No, no, really thank you for standing up for me like that :) I didn't want to react because I feared it would just end up in pointless fights and I doubt HackerSlash will really stop anytime soon (I think they even reviewed another one of my stories but I'm not sure). (rubs tears away) Aww, THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH for the really nice birthday wishes! :) :3 That warmed my heart! T_T
Daughterofapollo12345: haha thanks! Yeah, that's my favorite line from that chapter too ^^ When I wrote it I just thought:" Yep...definitely something Breda would say" haha. Ah, no, no I know about that, I meant that it might help people who are suicidal to try and think of a different perspective than "If I'm gone the world would be better off without me" and instead try to think "Well, if I'm gone now, I may feel better and I even may not be a burden to other people around me, but to those that kept telling me they loved me, how would they feel like?" You know, something like that, but of course it's always difficult getting out of such a situation.
Panic: Haha hello back! (waves too) Well, eheh, to be honest, I kinda felt down after those reviews, I know it's just something that haters do to get a rise out of writers, but I've always felt insecure about my writing and well...yeah... But I got over it, I'm too much of an optimist (or you may call that stubborn idiocy...whatever works for you lol) to be down for too long ;) Thanks so much! I actually thought of only writing about Hohenheim in "Gentle Death" but then I got the idea for Lust too. I thought that instead of focusing on her circumstances of (her) death, I focused more on the calm that settled after it, signaling she was free from her duties to father, free to do what she wanted in the afterlife. While with Hohenheim I focused more on the circumstance as well as on the peaceful thoughts of reuniting with Trisha again. And yeah, I heard that climax is also referred to sometimes like that. Haha really? Thank you :3 I normally like to joke around and I try to show that in my stories too ^^
Lily: Aw thanks so much Lil'! :)
Um...Santa? Part 2
Lena unceremoniously kicked the woman's side, "Finally kicked the bucket, did you?" a loud groan of disapproval and pain echoed within the small room and Lena rolled her eyes, hands on her hips as she surveyed the blonde mechanic sprawled haphazardly across her bed.
"Too bad, I thought I could get all your stuff if you did...you know, friendship and shit," Lena giggled at Winry's half hearted death glare before sitting beside her on the bed and lowering her voice, "...Did you also write a letter to Santa?" she rose an eyebrow, looking like she was giving away classified information about the state to an outsider.
Winry rolled over in her bed, slowly getting up on all fours before she shoved her legs within the warm comfort of her blanket and sat upright in bed, leaning against the wall behind her, eyes drowsy as she rubbed the sleep from them, "Yeah..." she rubbed her head, "Just how much did we drink? Well...at least mine sounds like a customary order for automail parts and oil...what did you write?" she peeked an eye open at her friend curiously.
Lena suddenly turned shy, staring down at her feet, "Uhh...w-well...you see..." she coughed into her hand, "It's not all that important you know, the usual,"
Winry was fully awake now, "Aha...and 'the usual' in your language means?" she leaned in, intent on getting answers.
Lena's voice was very, very quiet, "I asked Santa for strippers!"
Lena's groan and Winry's laughter echoed through the flat as the woman attempted to lightheartedly hit the blonde but Winry moved away just in time, "Well I'm right, I think I may have the most innocent one out of all of you!" she laughed, shaking her head.
Lena grumbled to herself, huffing, "...Aw shit...does sharpshooter know it was my handwriting?" she grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.
Winry fixed her with a look, "That wasn't all that hard to figure out...come on...'I want Santa to seduce me'? Seriously?" she shook her head.
Lena rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. Come on...that would be awesome considering how uptight Riza is sometimes and you know it!" she pointed an accusing finger at Winry, who smiled at her friend's silly behavior.
Lena's eyes suddenly flashed with mischief, "Hmm...I wonder..."
"Oh no," Winry ran a hand down her face and Lena swatted playfully at her.
"Shush! Now...what if her Secret Santa is someone she knows?" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, grinning like a cat.
Winry's eyes widened, "Someone she knows?! Oh NO, no, no, no! You will not-"
Lena's smug expression offered no room for discussion. It was decided. All they need to do is buy a Santa costume and convince a certain someone to play dress up.
Lan Fan nearly jumped out of her skin when a warm hand clasped on her shoulder and she almost had a heart attack upon noticing it was Greed and not her lord.
"Hey there, scared ya?" Greed grinned like a cat and Lan Fan glared at him icily.
"What do you want now Greed? And where is the young Lord?" there was something unnerving to see Greed in such a jolly mood, especially since he kept whining for the past two days on how he missed Lena and didn't see her for so long.
Greed waved her off, bored expression in place, "The prince is off to hell knows where, some meeting or something like that," his face broke into a devilish grin and it sent uneasy feelings dwelling within Lan Fan's stomach.
"...Yes?" Lan Fan asked when Greed leaned down closer to her, same devilish glint in his eyes.
"Say...do you know where I can find a uniform?" he grinned.
Lan Fan raised an eyebrow, confusion washing over her previous feelings of uneasiness, "...A uniform? What kind?" she tilted her head to the side, thoroughly confused.
Greed tried to appear casual, "Oh you know...something dark, maybe something...blue? Hmm...maybe also a hat," he rubbed his chin.
"...You mean something like a military uniform?"
Greed shook his head, "Well, it can be a military uniform too, but I'm looking more for a uniform concerning...justice," the devilish grin returned again and Lan Fan wasn't sure if her answer would bring about another person's doom.
Mei had looked like a blushing bride when Alphonse looked down at her, smiling so sweetly like he always did and offering her his half of the ice cream they were currently sharing.
Mei's heart raced a mile a minute and her thoughts were like scrambled eggs when she shyly accepted the delicacy and watched how his smile brightened and his eyes appeared just a bit brighter.
They weren't exactly on a date...at least that's what she thought. But they've spent the day together, ate dinner together, ate dessert together, joked and laughed together and lastly Alphonse, like the sweet, sweet gentleman he was, walked her back home.
Her nerves were well on their way to skyrocketing when she was standing in front of her doorstep and fidgeting on the spot when Alphonse suddenly complimented her hair, telling her how nice and silky it looked and how it brought out her eyes, before he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the soft, sweating skin of her forehead and bid her goodnight.
Mei was faster in her room before Alphonse took the third step to home, diving for her movie collection and throwing DVD after DVD behind her to find something specific.
Xiao Mei had appeared by her owner's side, watching in confusion and worry how the poor girl searched for something in distress.
The little Xingese woman suddenly spotted her faithful companion from the corner of her eyes and lunged for her, Xiao Mei squeaked in terror when her owner nearly squeezed the life out of her as tears ran down her eyes in frustration, "XIAO MEI! WHAT DO I DO WHEN SEMPAI NOTICES ME?! THE SHOUJO MANGA'S DIDN'T TEACH ME ABOUT THAT!" Mei started wailing like a baby and Xiao Mei couldn't help but clasp her little paws together and pray to whoever was willing to listen to make her get out of this alive.
When Riza strolled inside her office this morning, she had spent half of her quiet morning profusely apologizing to the members of her unit.
Havoc grinned, leaning back in his chair with his feet casually on the desk, "Well, well, well Riza, didn't peg you as a drinker," he winked, cigarette in mouth.
Riza sighed, "I apologize for the disturbing calls Havoc, it seems we have consumed a bit too much alcohol that night," she rubbed her forehead.
The blond man laughed, shaking his head, "Don't sweat it, but I'm curious, who asked me to show my 'big guns'?" he smirked evilly, purposely flexing as he asked this.
Riza's gaze narrowed in frustration, "...I don't remember, but if I'd have to guess..." an image of a very drunk, very much giggling Lena appeared in her mind and she ran a hand down her face.
Havoc chuckled, "No problem, Lieutenant, all good here. Just next time invite me over will ya?" he winked and Riza smiled, shaking her head at her friend.
"Um...I don't have to write that report, do I?" Fuery asked from his hiding position at his desk, eyes shy and semi afraid of facing the woman's wrath.
Riza smiled and chuckled, "No Fuery, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," she smiled softly at the youngest member before resolutely marching towards Roy Mustang's office, her superior.
With two knocks came the permission to enter and Riza clicked her boots together and saluted as soon as she saw Roy writing something at his desk, "Sir!"
Roy looked up at her and smiled, beckoning her to close the door and step forward.
"Lieutenant," Riza perked up, the unusual warmth within work she detected in his tone seemed peculiar to her.
"Yes, Colonel?"
Roy smiled, "Had a rough night?" his dark eyebrow rose in question, half in amusement, half in understanding and Riza didn't know what was worse.
"...What do you know?" Roy chuckled at her suspicious, semi-embarrassed tone.
"Havoc told me some very...interesting things," he clasped his hands in front of him, smirking, "Big guns, huh?"
Riza sighed, "Apologies, sir. Alcohol tends to warp the mind from clear thinking,"
Roy smirked, "It would appear so, Lieutenant," nonchalantly, he grabbed the newspaper, opening it on the fourth page, before he uttered words that made Riza freeze, "So, Santa huh?"
"Brother..." Alphonse implored pleadingly, watching his elder brother pout like a displease child.
"You can't make me," Ed's childish tone was testament to his extremely nagging attitude lately.
"But Winry almost killed you last week! You shooed off some of her customers!"
Ed huffed, crossing his arms, "Tch...bastards had it coming anyway..." he rolled his eyes.
Alphonse sighed, clasping his hands together as if in a prayer, "...Are you sure it was her letter?"
Ed growled, "Who else would order automail oil and some wrenches?!" he scratched at his hair, groaning in frustration.
Alphonse shook his head, "I don't know why it bothers you so much, it's just a customary order for her shop,"
"But it's written to Santa, Al!" Ed slammed a fist down on the poor coffee table, "Some imaginary fat jackass that sits on his ass all year round until he throws presents randomly all over the world one night and eats cookies and drinks milk all day!" he threw his arms up in the air in frustration.
Alphonse stared unblinkingly at his brother, "...You just don't like him because he drinks milk,"
"Yeah-well...t-that...that's not important, alright?!" Ed huffed like a raging bull, slumping back on the couch.
"Trust me...there's more to this than we think..." he rubbed his chin, "They did go all to Lena's house, right? Pinako said Winry had a splitting headache the next day, those are possible signs of a hangover, which means they all got drunk. But I wonder..." eyes narrowed as he rubbed at his slightly stubbed chin.
"Wonder what, brother?" Alphonse tilted his head to the side, slowly thinking his brother just might go insane.
"...I wonder if the others wrote any similar letters to Santa too..." he grinned suddenly.
And Al knew he was in inevitable trouble for trying to stop the manic, mostly suicidal plans of his elder brother along the way.
This was not good.
Oh brother...wish I wrote this better T_T BTW, lately, I've taken to playing Skyrim again after a whole year of leaving it alone because of school. I thought of maybe even writing up a few Skyrim fics but I'm not sure. Anyone here a Skyrim fan? ^^