Wow, I didn't know people would like this story so much! When I wrote before, it took a few DAYS just to get my number of reviews to fifteen and that was when I wrote four chapters. I like it and you guys seem interested in this AU so here's another chapter for you. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own FMA. If I did, Riza would've jumped in the air balloon, smack Roy then make out in it!
Demon's Embrace
Chapter Two: The Players Meet
The next morning, Riza found herself falling asleep on the kitchen table all thanks to last night's dream. She kept on picturing the dance, the demon, and lastly, the kiss. Riza shook herself awake from that last thought. "At least Edward and Alphonse left already." She sighed and finished her coffee before grabbing her coat and out the door. "Oh! Almost forgot!" she exclaimed as she ran into her bedroom and went over to her nightstand dresser. Inside were a pearl handle handgun and three boxes of bullets. "Can't forget this." Riza muttered and took one box of bullets and the gun, hiding it inside her jacket.
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"Hey everyone, Riza's here!"
The blonde woman knew that to be Russell's voice calling out to the entire floor. "Don't you have packages to deliver?"
"Not yet, Yoki has his finger up his ass." Replied the blond boy, crossing his arms. Riza knew that as code for: 'No jobs yet.'
"Great." She muttered. Riza didn't like being a package courier but a job was a job and it kept a roof over her head. Besides, not many humans could get better jobs ever since the war. At least she felt better stealing some things she and the Elrics needed, especially when it was the demon leader's house that she stole stuff from. Like she would even tell Ed and Al that part.
A dark skinned girl around sixteen years old watched Riza sit down and waved a hand in her face. "Hey, you look tired."
"Not enough sleep." The older woman replied, resting her chin in her hands. Great, I'm trying to forget that dream, thanks. Riza thought with a glare. That ass! If I ever meet him in person, I will shoot him in the head, chest, and balls!
"Hey Russell…I think Riza's off in La La Land."
"Leave her be Paninya, she's thinking."
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On the south side of Central, a small butcher's shop stood in the middle of the bustling part of town. The owner was a demon but she didn't care wither humans or her own kind came in and shopped. After all, two humans volunteered to work for her and she looked at them like they were her own sons. Sometimes the ship would get hazed for the woman's views but she always fought back.
This time however…
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
The owner roared at the demon standing in front of her.
"I wouldn't speak to me like that, after all, I am a personal guard of Fuhrer Mustang's." spoke the man demon.
"I know you Kimbley, you don't care about anything except blowing shit up."
"Miss Izumi!"
Izumi and Kimbley turned to see Edward coming in from the back, holding a box full of steaks in his arms. "That boy's human, right?" a sick grin spread on Kimbley's face.
Izumi's eyes widened and she growled. "Don't you touch him!" she yelled and sent a spinning left kick to Kimbley's face. The demon fell to the ground with a THUD and a low growl came from his throat. "How dare you…?"
"GET OUT!" roared Izumi and threw a cleaver at Kimbley's 'man area'. The guard started to rebel with another attack but a familiar stream of fire stopped him from doing so.
"What have I told you about destroying property that doesn't belong to you?"
The fighting demons looked up to see the face of Fuhrer Roy Mustang, the look on his face would scare the biggest demons into cowards.
"Shit." Izumi growled.
Roy scanned his eyes across the butcher's shop until his eyes landed on the human child behind the counter. "Quit staring at me like you want some ass!" he snapped.
The demon was shocked; no one talked so disrespectfully to his face let alone a kid.
"You got guts talking to me like that seeming you can barely touch the counter."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE CAN'T KICK AN AMOBEA'S ASS YOU STUPID BASTARD?!" Ed roared and flailed his arms around.
"I never said anything like that." Roy looked back, more bored than ever. "I've just come to collect my guard and be off."
"Bullshit!" Ed yelled and threw a t-bone steak at Mustang and hit him right in the face. Izumi paled at the action but inside she wanted to smack the boy until he passed out.
Ed watched the piece of meat fall on the floor and saw the reaction on Roy's face: pissed beyond belief! The Fuhrer's eyes turned blood red as steam started to seep out of the demon's skin. The blond looked at Mustang's hands, eyes widening when he saw flames appear from his palms. "You're going to regret that, human." He growled and sent a fireball at Edward.
"Crap!" Ed shouted and ducked down, barely missed the fireball by his antenna. Screw this! He thought and crawled away from the counter to sneak up behind Mustang. The boy smirked as he formed his auto-mail hand into a fist and launched at the demon's head, only to see Roy turn around and grab his fist.
"Watch it human." He growled, the heat from his body transferred to Ed's arm. "I can kill you in just two seconds flat."
"Let's see you try." Edward spat as he saw Kimbley move and grabbed Izumi by her neck and held her back, his hands crackling red. "No one to help you now kid."
"Don't worry about me Edward, just kick his ass." Shot the dreadlocked woman.
Ed only nodded as he lunged again but this time, aimed a kick towards Mustang's chest but he dodged it gracefully before he grabbed it and flipped Ed over. "It'll take more than simple kicks and punches to stop me." He growled as he actually threw the boy out the door. "Keep her still and DON'T kill her." Roy ordered Kimbley as he followed Ed outside. People started gathering around the meat shop as the two fighters glared at each other and started again.
And by fighting, I mean Ed was launching punches and kicks while Roy dodged them without any problems. It's almost like he's playing with me! The human thought, seeing Mustang's smirk just pissed him off even more. Before he blinked, Roy grabbed Ed by his flesh arm and twisted it to keep the boy still and used his other arm to slam both of them into the ground. "Like the taste of dirt, pipsqueak?"
"Go to Hell."
Neither one would finish the fight because of a bullet whizzed by Roy's ear and Ed's leg.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Roy was the first to turn to see his dream woman standing behind him, gun in hand and amber eyes flashing with rage although her face didn't show it.
"Riza! Get away, it's Fuhrer Idiot himself!" Ed cried out but Roy pushed his head further into the dirt. "You pipe down!"
The earned another bullet towards the demon. "I don't care who or what you are, step away from him or I will shoot you in the heart." Riza warned, eyes not leaving Roy's.
The demon released his grip on Edward and slowly stood up, not blinking at Riza once. "Then if you're going to shoot me, then I would rethink your weapon." His smirk turned malicious as he walked towards her in a quickened pace. Riza responded by shooting again, the bullet barely grazed Roy's right arm.
"Nice try…my turn." Roy kept the same expression on as he grabbed Riza's gun arm and pull her towards him, knocking the gun out of her hand. She moved quickly to try and aim a kick at his stomach but he grabbed her leg and pinned her on the ground, their faces inches apart. "Try and resist me now." He purred in her ear before placing one finger on her forehead. Riza tried to resist but only a sinking feeling of darkness comsumed her before she could not see anymore.
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Riza felt light headed as she rubbed her head, feeling a headache coming on. "Ow…what a nightmare." She muttered then opened her eyes, only to see two black ones staring at her. "Took you long enough."
She gasped as she recognized those eyes, those of no other than Roy Mustang himself. Him again?! Dammit, I'm gonna kick his-hey…this floor's soft. The human woman thought then looked at her surroundings: a large room with ceilings as high as a church covered with gold boundaries and light blue walls. A large oaken armoire was across the way as well as a stone fireplace, the fire already roaring in happiness. She also noticed one of those long lounge couches that had only one end and the back got smaller towards that part, that and a Xingnese looking rug right next to it. What scared her was what she was on; turns out it wasn't the floor but a king sized canopy bed with dark red silk sheets and blankets.
"Oh God…" Riza breathed, it wasn't good at all.
She was in a bedroom alright, the worse part of it was:
It was HIS room.
"I take it you like this room."
Riza turned her head away from his, feeling him straddle her waist and holding her arms in place. "Go to Hell." She spat bitterly at him. Roy only chuckled as he leaned in towards Riza's right ear. "I rather stay here with a pretty thing like yourself." He whispered softly, just tickling her slightly.
The sirens in Riza's head went off, immediately thinking the most obvious. "I won't give myself to you demon."
"Who said anything about that?" Roy replied, his right hand starting to ghost up her arm. "Not yet anyway."
"Don't push me."
"Or what? You can't really do anything right now. Besides, I want to do is talk." Roy pretended to pout and rested his elbows on top of her chest. "I mean, you do owe me for the stuff you stolen from me a week ago."
Riza's eyes snapped open and she turned her head. "I don't what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" Roy's eyes danced with mischief as he pulled out a small golden heart shaped locket. "Then enlighten me how this was found in the kitchen pantry. I know it was you, human. Just how did you think I was able to go into your dreams so easily?"
Riza felt her anger boiling inside of her. HE'S the one who's been in my dreams?! No wonder why he wore a mask! That bastard! She tried to fight off the demon but to no avail.
"Relax, the boy from the butcher shop is fine. That is if you let him be." Roy started stroking her face gently but Riza didn't welcome it but tried to bite his fingers instead.
"Not nice are you?" he replied. "I can guess where that shorty got it from."
"Just cut to the chase. What do you want?" Riza growled, tired of playing games.
"Simple." Roy's smirk grew as his eyes lost their mischief but grew darker with something and he leaned into Riza's face, their noses touching.
"You."
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END OF CHAPTER TWOOi, this one was a pain to write! Anyway, I'm going to keep this as 'T' instead of raising it to 'M', I don't and can't write smut to save my life! Anyway, please review!