Part 5
Marissa wandered home late that morning. Al had ended up being her only customer that night. She was afraid she wouldn't get enough money with only one customer. Turns out Jerichiro was better to the women than the stall conditions told of him. He split the money half and half with the women. Not to mention the HUGE tip Al gave her.
She opened and closed the warehouse door quietly so as to not wake her master. He left his room and limped over to her, a sleepy look in his eyes.
"So how much money did you make?" he yawned, blonde hair sticking from his head at odd angles.
"A lot. Here," she smiled and handed him the bag of money.
"God! How many customers did you have? There's a small fortune here!" He nearly shouted, amazed.
"I only had one," she whispered, averting her eyes. "He was a State Alchemist."
"Bagging the big guys, eh?" he smirked.
"Y-yes master," Marissa said and yawned. "I'm going to wash up and finish typing my report for psychology. I have class at ten."
"Alright. Don't fail your classes now, or you'll be working that brothel the rest of your life," he called after her as he opened the newspaper and started reading.
She showered in silence, cuts littered her body, blood stained the razor she held in her hand. Water continued to pour over her hunched form. Why had all of this happened to her?
A small girl flashed through her memory. She was of five years with beautiful reddish-brown hair that had the most luscious waves. Her baby blue eyes sparkled in the light. A light blue dress covered her form, feet were bare. A giggle escaped her lips as she ran to a man. There was a flash of light and she stood amazed. A hand reached into the grass and picked up a doll. The hand offered the doll to the small girl and she took it smiling at the simplicity. Another giggle escaped her parted lips. She looked up to the man and the source of the hand. A button nose sat above a pair of full lips. Rosy cheeks adorned the side of the small nose and minute mouse shaped ears poked out from under her beautiful hair. She smiled again and tucked those waves behind her ears. A pull came from a dress and the image went to the child again.
She was convulsing now, her lungs burning with the water from her shower. Marissa looked around herself with wide eyes. The razor dropped with a ding on the bathroom floor. She felt the back of her head, blood was everywhere. Her body arched again.
Another flash.
The young girl was now a young adult, somewhere around sixteen. Her bright reddish brown hair was still just as wavy and still as luscious. Puberty had made itself known to her body as she had the more womanly curve about her. She was terrified. She was sitting right now, knees folded underneath her. Her hair was rapidly changing color. From the beautiful reddish brown to a dull muddy color. The color drained from her face and hair. The muddy color turned a dreadfully inky black. Baby blue hues turned murky brown and then emerald green. She no longer sat, but hunched, her elbows resting on the glowing concrete in front of her. She looked to the ceiling, eyes full of pain. A scream emerged from her throat before the gurgling sounds drowned everything out. Blood poured over her lips to her chin, beading down to her full chest. Tears made lines in the blood that poured from her mouth. A man walked up to her, limping. She looked up and saw shaggy blonde hair before everything went black.
Another round of spasms rocked her body and her hair started changing color. The brown leaked from the ends, leaving a pure white behind. She heard the door slam open and the water stopped the incessant pour upon her body. Her small frame rocked in the tub with each spasm, her back arched and her arms were curled up on her sides.
"Come on Marissa. Let's get you to the room," her master said softly, picking her body up.
"No, master," Marissa calmly and softly said.
"Yes, the room," He cooed. "Everything will be okay. Your body is just having a bad reaction and I'm going to fix it."
"But it hurts so much, master. I'll be okay, just not the pain. I don't want the pain again."
"This will make all the pain go away," he said and laid her upon a diagram carved into the concrete floor. Marissa whimpered but obeyed when he told her to lie still.
A clap echoed through out the warehouse.
Silence.
There was a blue flash
then...
A scream of pain was heard throughout the warehouse. Loud whimpers and more screams followed until at last the lights faded. Her chest heaved, eyes blank. Blood trickled down her cheek and along her heaving stomach. He limped over to her and placed a hand on her bare and bloody stomach.
"Your efforts are useless, Tucker," A voice called. Her heels clicked on the concrete, the only noise to echo through the warehouse. "She's going to die sooner or later."
"As long as I can keep her alive, I will."
"She's just going to die like your daughter did. Alone and questioning why she's dying the way she is. She'll never be able to leave you," the busty woman said, running a finger across his cheek. "She'll never be able to," she smirked and blood oozed from his cheek.
Marissa lay there gasping for air, body still arched. "D-daddy?" she questioned, tears rolling down her pale face. Her body relaxed slowly, her motor skills kicked in and her eyes were everywhere. Marissa's hands clawed at the ground, looking for a hand or something to make sure she wasn't alone.
"Daddy? Where are you?" she asked in a voice that didn't quite belong to her. "Alexander and I want to play with big brother and bigger big brother. Where are they? Are they ever coming back to play?" she said in the same voice, not sure who that voice belonged to. She did know that it didn't belong to her.
She sat up and shook her head, swinging her blonde, curly hair around. She looked behind her to see her 'master' and the big busty woman. "Hello there. Did your girlfriend come over to visit again? "Sorry about my appearance. This happens too often I'm afraid. I'm always naked when you come over for some reason. I'll leave so you two can have words. I have class today. Oh Dear, what time is it?" Marissa babbled.
She stood in one fluid motion, smiled at the two and promptly left, not embarrassed at her new pale body or bigger chest. Her hips felt wider and her stomach was clearly broader. She climbed the steps to the main floor and was making her way to the bathroom when there was a bang on the front door. Looking down at her nude form, she blushed and wrapped a blanket she took from the couch around her midsection. She tied it so the blanket wouldn't fall off of her chest. Scrunching her curly hair, she walked to the door and peeked outside.
It was Edward.
She gulped.
She cracked the door open enough for him to see her face.
"Hello Edward, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
"That's good. How's your brother?"
"Happy. Look, I know we just met and I don't normally judge this quickly, but I'm going to have to ask you to stay away from my brother."
"And why is that?"
"You'll ruin his good reputation."
"So your brother being a whore so-to-speak won't ruin his reputation?" Marissa asked sarcastically. "I'm not going to turn him down at the Brothel because you don't want him to see me."
"You'll have to learn to."
"Well, then, I guess you have no more business here. You have made your point, though how unnecessary it was is a different matter for the both of us to decide. Good bye," Marissa said and closed the door in his face with a sigh.
Who was she to tell Alphonse no? He was her everything. When he took her the first time, it was all she could do not to ask him to marry her. She moaned his name many many times that blissful night.
Ed stood outside the door, hand raised to knock again but couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't like the fact that Alphonse slept with the cat-like woman. And it wasn't because of Al's "good" reputation. Ed would never admit it to Al or Marissa, but he lusted after Marissa the same way Al did. He had carnal needs the same way his brother has. Ever since the introduction of Marissa in their lives, the brothers were silently battling it out on who got her.
Alphonse won the minute he stepped into the brothel that night. The minute he set eyes on her there, dressed as she was. When she satisfied her needs as well as his, Ed cowered in defeat. Al had won once again.
Sometimes Ed wondered why he even brought his brother back into this world. He questioned though he knew the answer. "Because he's my brother."
Ed walked away from the warehouse Marissa resided in, hands in his pockets.
He wandered around Central for a long time, kicking rocks and stirring up dust. His mind roamed around in memory. Central focus for him was the year or so it took for Al to finally get to the same level as everyone else, stamina wise. He caught up with society fast and Ed was praised highly for the accomplishment. Nobody could ever bring another being back from the gate. Ed shuddered at the thought of the gate again. Ed hoped to live a nice long life so he wouldn't have to deal with that again for a very long time. He was standing outside the graveyard now, gloved hand resting on one of the steel bars. He opened the gate slowly and stepped into the solemn place of rest. Ed felt at peace here. He smiled somberly when he achieved his destination – Hughes' grave.
"How are you Maes?" Ed asked the headstone, laughing internally at the fact he was talking to inanimate objects. Ed sat and talked to the gray headstone for hours, spilling his guts about Marissa and Al. How Al was so sexually active and his concerns.
When Ed finally stood up, joints popping, it was sunset. He looked around when something caught his eye. What was SHE doing here? She stood by a grave with fresh flowers on it. A smile fluttered upon those full lips for a second before her expression turned somber. She turned to leave when she saw Ed. He was deliberately walking toward the girl. She smiled and waved.
"Edward! How are you?" she shouted, ruining the silent ambiance of the graveyard.
Ed approached the girl and put his arms around her, pulling her face to his and pecked her lips sweetly. She stood there, arms in the air as if she were at gun point.
"Ed?" A voice came from behind her.
Ed's world crashed down upon him. His lips parted from hers and he stood there with his brother staring at him in shock.
"Hi Al. Sorry. I'll go bash my head with a rock now," He sighed sullenly and walked off.
Al caught Ed's hand. "Wait brother. Marissa and I were just visiting Nina's grave. You can stay if you want," Al smiled. Even if he was a complete whore nowadays, he still knew how to treat Ed. A blush blossomed on Marissa's cheeks and she whispered something to Al. Al sniggered and nodded to Marissa, lacing fingers with Ed.
Ed looked to his fingers now entwined with his brother's and back to the two.
"Come on brother. Let's go have an adventure," Al smirked evilly.
"O-okay," Ed stuttered and was dragged to the brothers' apartment.
A smirk grew on Al's face as a blush spread on Marissa's. The couple walked into Al's room, the murmuring starting. Ed, curious creature he was, quietly walked to the chair closest to Al's door and sat down.
"Do you think this is a good idea? Will he go for it?" Marissa asked, the sound of clothes shuffling and falling to the ground.
"Yeah honey," Al murmured and kissed her sweetly. "Trust me."
Ed's thoughts raced and his heartbeat soared. He nearly passed out when Marissa came from Al's room in only a white blouse and a purple g-string. The shirt flaunted her breasts that were perky, nipples hard, and the g-string hugged her hips, making his pants pulse with excitement. He blushed when Al nodded his head, a smug look on his features.
"Oh Edward," Marissa whispered huskily into Ed's ear, climbing on his lap, legs on either side of his. "I've been such a naughty girl," she half moaned, nibbling on his ear. "Won't you spank me?" she whispered into his ear, licking the lobe.
Ed looked to Al with a shocked expression. Al smugly nodded before Ed's lips planted themselves on hers. She molded to his touch, body moving with his. Her lips fit perfectly with his, tongues tied, arms around each other. And Al knew exactly where this was going. He proposed the plan to Marissa a few days ago and she wholeheartedly agreed.
Ed picked up Marissa and held her by her well shaped bottom. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he carried her into his little brother's room. She was sprawled on Al's bed, a position she was quite used to nowadays, underneath the elder brother. She smirked and pulled him down to her to kiss him again. She couldn't get enough. His skin was taunting, his auto-mail was teasing.
Let's just say that things got steamy fast. One on one play turned to two on one and was the final answer to Ed's pent up desire and anxiety. The three lay in bed, comfortable in each of their skins, rubbing hips, legs, shoulders, twining fingers. Incense burned in the corner making the world seem but a dream. The boys turned in towards Marissa who blushed.
"What?" she asked and looked from Ed to Al. Both smiled and snickered. Arms wrapped around her waist and faces nuzzled into her breasts. She blushed and sat up. "I love you guys too, but I have class in about 30 minutes."
She climbed over Al, kissing him before heading to the shower.
"Feel better Ed?" Al smiled.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" Ed asked, looking toward his younger sibling.
"Marissa called me and told me. If you wanted a ride, all you had to do was say so. Marissa is up to new things. She told me a couple days ago that she wanted to try a threesome. Maybe next time it'll be a foursome, eh?" Al ribbed Ed.
"I don't know Al. I'll think about it. You know I'm not as prominent about my sex life as you. I'm rather self-conscious of my body."
"Why? You're hot enough. You're big enough," Al smiled.
Ed sat up and pulled on his boxers. "Al, I don't just sleep with random people. I have to know them a little more. I'm looking for a relationship, not an STD."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I think you sleeping with so many women is a bit wrong. I think you're a little sick sleeping with any woman that has a brain, curves, and wears cat ears."
"Well, news flash brother, you just gave into a carnal need with my girlfriend."
"You were the one who said I could go ahead. She was apparently up to it too. We've both liked her, but you're the whore that slept with her first."
"So now I'm a whore?! Well, you brought this whore back. So why'd you bring me back then? Are you regretting it now?"
"Kind of. I thought you'd act like you did when you were in the armor! At least then I could rely on you more! I don't know, maybe I thought you might follow the teaching of our mother and our teacher, rest their souls. I thought you'd only have one person that you'd love with all your body, mind, and soul. I had hoped you wouldn't be like this! I thought maybe you would be strong enough to deal with the need. To deal with the want, but I guess you're not a strong person anymore. I hope Marissa's strong enough to carry you both," Ed said, pulling on the rest of his clothes and his jacket.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"What does it matter? Give Marissa my regards," Ed said, slamming the door behind him.
