Authors Note: I'm back! Sorry it's been a while- I have a new update schedule though that will help me update faster though! Hopefully this works...

Disclaimer: I tried to bribe Ed to give me FMA by telling him how to get rid of the lip print, but when he found out it was milk, he refused.

Siren's Call: Ch 9

In Which There is Chaos

Ed's POV

Everyone is staring at me. Its the lipstick stain- bright and bold on my FACE. Dammit. Dammit all. I have been getting cat calls and crude remarks ALL DAY. If that I ever get my hands on that... leather clad... DAMMIT! Head OUT of the gutter! Damn being a teenager, damn hormones, damn leather, damn THIEVES and TRUTH DAMN LIPSTICK. Despite my hopes, the lipstick did NOT fade over time. IT GOT BRIGHTER. The damn thing actually GLOWS IN THE DARK now. It glows. So not fair.

"Who's the lucky gal?" a random solider shouts at me. Oh yeah, damn the military too. Every. Last. Bastard. In. It. They all deserve to burn. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My maniacal mental laughter was cut off by another solider.

"Do you only have marks on your cheek, or did she kiss you somewhere else too?" My face went red. I was a tomato. Someone had snuck up on me and managed to transmute me into a tomato. That is the only reason I am red. Not embarrassed. I am NOT embarrassed. Damn them all.

Brann's POV

Damn them all. My first day of work was definitely not going well. If I heard one more crude and sexist remark...

"Girly! Maybe you should test your grip on a different kind of metal bar! I have one you could use..." A giant hairball was looking at me, leering. Snap. Goodbye what little sanity I have, I won't miss you. Tuning toward him I smiled sweetly before swiftly kicking him in the 'metal bar' he had wanted me to grip. I grinned deliriously as he keeled over with a high pitched whine, turning to the other men.

"Does anyone else want to make a move?" I asked, smiling dangerously up at them all. They shifted around before another moron stepped forward. I sighed as I turned to face him. Of course I knew what this was all about, For one I was a young, rather attractive (not to be egotistical, but still. Pride and all.) girl who, to be honest, didn't look strong. I don't have huge muscles, I have more ropey ones. Powerful but subtle. And I hadn't gotten around to clothes shopping yet so the only work clothes I had was the shirt I'd stolen from Ed last night, and while it was an excellent workout shirt, it was not built with a girl's modesty in line and thus fell a tad low on me. Brilliant. There would be a lot of guys in pain after this.

One pile of groaning boys later, our boss called for us to get back to work, and we went back to moving the giant-ass steel beams. I had both earned a reputation and a nickname- Ball Busting Braan. Can't say its not catchy. Maybe today isn't so shitty after all... Still. Damn all horny males. Except for blond, protagonistic ones. Preferably with gold eyes.

Envy's POV

I was sulking. I will admit this. I had a right to sulk though! I had found the perfect girl and lost her again. Lust was dragging me out to try and snap me out of my funk, which was apparently 'ruining her hair. Misery makes it frizz'. Yeah right. If that were true, the stuff would have become untamable years ago from all the guys she made miserable. Lust was just hoping for a good story- she's a hopeless romantic at heart, even if she'll never admit it.

"Stop brooding." She snapped at me, "It doesn't suit you." Like she had any room to talk. Lust sulked all the time!

"You don't understand!" I moaned, "She was perfect!" Lust rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you've told me fifty-eight times now. I've been counting." Even I could hear how exasperated she was now, and that's never a good sign. Still- I persisted with my misery. I would not be cowed by Lust! I have a right to be miserable!

"But she was perfect!" I whined. I know I was whining. I know its obnoxious. I know Lust will kill me soon to shut me up. Honestly, I couldn't care less. "She was destructive and sadistic and beautiful. The creativity she displayed with explosions! The way the reflections of fire glimmered in her eyes! The way the hair was blown about her when destructive force was unleashed!" I sighed, "I have never seen such a beautiful blood lust as I did in her, nor ever heard such an enchanting evil laugh. She was perfect." Lust just rolled her eyes again.

"Come on," she told me, "Let's get some coffee or something. Get your mind off of her. Niki, was it?" She dragged me over to a very familiar cafe.

"Yes," I sighed again. "Even her name was beautiful." I looked sadly at the cafe. "This is where I met her, you know. I'll probably never see her again." I felt like I was going to cry. What had this bitch done to my head? I was acting like some love-sick pussy! Well... I was rather love sick, but still! I never cried! I never wanted to cry! Crying and other such pansy emotions were for beings less perfect that I! Beings weaker! I never felt like this, never wanted to! The woman must have been a siren, a sorceress. She had ensnared me in an enchantment! It was the only explanation. I looked up to see that girl serving tables in- was that a maid costume? Conflicting emotions... So hot... Gutter thoughts, must stare. On the other hand... gouge out eyeballs of every other person who had seen this vision of beauty. Maybe I could offer them to her as a gift... I seized Lust's arm.

"What is it?" she asked me, annoyed as she gave me a rather pissed off glare.

"That's her!" I gasped, "In the maid outfit! I'm gonna kill whoever else saw her in that." Lust stared at me.

"You have been whining constantly about this perfect girl you'll never see again," She started in a rather strangled voice, "And you didn't bother to check the place you met?! Forget killing them, I'll murder you!" I eyed her nervously,

"Now Lust," I cautioned, "Please think this through. You'll cause a scene, I'll come back and mope more because she'll know I'm not human, and however disgusting they are, that might off-put her, and you might reveal us to the humans. Pitiful bugs. Still, the plan. You're always talking about the plan. Are you going to ruin it now?" Who says I can't be clever? I just need to have my skin on the line. Literally. Lust growled. Actually... this might not work. Should I run? I really don;t want to get killed or transform in front of her, and Lust will kill me easily if I don't transform. She has better reach.

"Hi, can I help you?" Ah, my demonic angel of death had come. So beautifully sadistic... I turned to her, giving my cruelest grin and took pleasure in the giggle it brought from her.

"Remember me?" I asked. She gave a matching evil smirk.

"How could I forget? You looked so sexy laughing it up in the explosion. Would you like to sit and chat? I have work to do, but I'd be happy to go and destroy shit with you when I get off." I could feel my smirk grow until it stretched and twisted across my face.

"I'd love to." I purred, allowing my eyes to trail possessively over her. She was perfect, and she was mine. I would KILL anyone who approached her- she had shown interest in ME. That meant she was off the market now, so to speak. I could feel Lust's inquisitive eyes on us during the exchange, but couldn't bring myself to care. Lust didn't matter anymore, no one did. Only Niki, my angel of death. Gorgeous and cruel. I couldn't wait to see what she looked like covered in blood- I'm sure it would be a thing of ethereal and morbid beauty. She smiled at me again, before going to get me and Lust a table.

"She's perfect for you." Lust remarked, "absolutely perfect."

So sorry I have to cut this short now guys, I have a deadline. Next chapter will be longer! And not end so abruptly... However I have had limited time to type this and NO time to send it to my beta (Sorry- I really wanted to!) because my female parental unit is limiting computer time- so it's post now or who knows when. Forgive me! this chapter in 1,503 words long and 5 pages. Bye!