Chapter 6 – Coration
(Talk)
I didn't sleep at all that night, but I stood on the window sill and looked out. It was a half moon that night, going towards a full moon. I sighed and turned back to Envy, who was still unconscious on my bed. I had just recently changed out his second pair of bandages. How am I going to keep this quiet? I asked myself, pondering over Mustang's reaction to having Envy in my bed, let alone my dorm.
I will have a talk with Mustang later on, and if I have to, I'll fight him to keep him quiet over this, and this time, if I lose control, I would not try and stop myself. My sensitive ears picked up a child wailing somewhere in Central. Poor thing. It is probably cold in this night. I didn't shiver as a light wind tugged on my hair. I closed my eyes, and tried to picture what my family would be doing right now.
Iralla, with her long silvery hair that went down to her rear, would probably be sitting on the couch in front of the large fire and be working with her cross stitching patterns. She was always the girly-girl of the three of us. We would always tease her about that. It looked so beautiful against her pale skin and blue – gray eyes.
Neia would usually be outside, training with her powers with me. I was the only one who knew about her powers that were identical to mine, in a way. Hers were weaker than, not as powerful as mine. Her hair, which was short and black, and her eyes, which was deep blue, would always reflect my blood red hair and red eyes. She would be trying to defeat me, as Blood, not Crimson, but would always lose.
Envy mumbled as the sun rose over the horizon, and I smiled. Now is my time…
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Mustang walked about the hallways, still half asleep. I could hear him, muttering to himself, talking about what he would do if he was Fuhrer. I smiled, and turned off the light quietly and swiftly, to give him the biggest scare of his life. I heard the key unlock, and the door swing open. Mustang took a step in and stopped.
"Colonel Mustang…" I growled with a dark voice that made him quiver in his boots. I could feel it through the ground boards, through the legs of his chair, and throughout my entire body. "You have used your power as Colonel…"
"What do you mean?" He stuttered. I could smell the fear emanating off of his body. I growled with a laugh.
"Crimson…" I growled, trying so hard not to laugh. "You have abused your power over her…making her battle on her day of her danger. You know that would be a danger to the entire military and her life…"
"Who are you?" he asked, taking a step forward.
"My name is…" I turned around. Baring my fangs at him, making my eyes look bloodlusted. "Crimson!"
"Blood, you-." He snapped. I laughed at him. "God, dammit, Blood!"
"You are so gullible!" I yelled, laughing still.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"You really need to lock your windows more often, Colonel."
"What do you want?"
"For you to keep Envy under wraps, I do not want anyone knowing, not anyone who wasn't there. Including the Fuhrer."
"He knows, and that was what I was going to tell you later on. He wants to talk to you. Both you and Fullmetal."
"Why does he want to talk with shrimp?" I asked. "I can understand me, jackass big-mouth!" I snapped angrily, pulling myself out the window, getting ready to go check back on Envy. "I guess I have to go change from this," I indicated my clothes, "into something for the Fuhrer to kill me in. Maybe a nice dress," I growled, and left the room. I had left a special present on Mustang's nice leather chair.
A small pool of my blood, with a silver tint to it, representing Crimson, not Blood…