Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any of the characters, but I do own Sam Mist.
The bastard general and I sat in somewhat of an uncomfortable silence. I was starring out the window dwelling over thoughts about this morning. How Ed and I showed just how deep our love is for each other, but other than that, damn was it hot. The sweat trickling down his entire body, in each in take of breath was ragged, and his moans were filled with lust and desire. I almost drooled from the thought of how damn sexy he looked; his hair sticking to his sweat covered face, his face scrunching up he thrust deeply into me, the whole sight was just so damn…arousing. I couldn't help but feel horny from the thought of it all. "What are you smiling about?" The bastard asked interrupting my thoughts.
I didn't even realize that I was smiling. I turned around to see him smirking his legendry smirk at me. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about our favorite blonde-headed shrimp that we all know and love," I said earnestly.
He chuckled at my statement, "Yeah, speaking of Fullmetal, how are you and him getting along as a couple?" he said as he readjusted himself in his seat so he could get more comfortable.
I almost forgot that he knew that Ed and I have been dating, he learned about us two years ago. We were in my bed; Ed was straddling my hips, kissing me deeply, both of us in sheer happiness. "Every thing's going fine between us, we have our quarrels every now and then, but other than that it going fine," I said smiling. I went back to looking out the window, but my starring was cut short, again…
"So, how far have you and Fullmetal gone in your relationship with him?" he asked sounding a bit nosy.
I didn't understand why he was being so nosy. Could it be that he just wanted to make small talk or did he just want to get off in some sick and twisted way? It just didn't make any sense to me. "Ummm…general, don't you think that's a little personal?" I asked, curious as to why he wanted to know how far Ed and I have gotten in our relationship.
He seemed to be planning something. "I don't think so, we're both adults here, are we not?" he asked, with something in his voice that made me feel uneasy.
"Yes, we are, but still, I don't think it's any of your business of what goes on between Ed and I," I said, trying to get away from the subject.
He smirked at me, why the Hell would he be smirking at me? "By the way you're responding tells me that you and Fullmetal have had sex, am I right?"
I couldn't stop the blood from rushing to my face, "It's none of your damn business, damn it," I mumbled, feeling kind of embarrassed.
"So you have?!" he said sounding surprised yet his voice was telling me that he was smirking. "So how was it? Was it horrible or was it amazing?"
He was really starting to piss me off with all the questions about Ed and mine's sex life. I felt so uncomfortable, I started to fidget in my seat, I had to stop the questions. "OK if I tell you will you promise to stop asking me so many questions?" I asked feeling irritated towards the man sitting across from me.
"Just as long as you answer all my questions."
"Fine," I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. "Yes, Ed and I have," I said a blush rising back to my face.
"When did you guys first have sex?" he asked amused by my embarrassment.
I had to take another deep breath, wishing he would stop asking me so many questions. "Ummm…this morning," I said quietly, probably not loud enough to hear.
"Sorry, Death, but I can't hear you."
I hate him so much right now, "I said…it was…this morning," I said loud enough for him to hear this time.
"Wow, you mean right before the train ride?" he said sounding quite surprised. I nodded my head, man was I feeling uncomfortable, I mean, I'm talking about my sex life with my superior officer. It just didn't seem like the kind of conversation you would have with someone like him. "So did it suck or was it amazing?"
I just wanted to scream at him to stop asking me about that morning, but I was scared to for some reason. "It didn't suck," I mumbled.
He made a scoffing noise, "Oh come on now, Death, you have got to be kidding me. He's so short, how could he be good?"
Ok, now he's making me mad. I thought, angered that he would go so low as to say that Ed couldn't possibly be good in bed. "Fine if you don't think I'm telling the truth, then why don't you try sleeping with Ed and then you'll find out I'm right and you're wrong about him, bastard!" I cried, clearly agitated.
He started to laugh at me loudly, "Yeah right, like I'd ever screw Fullmetal."
"Are you done?" I asked, really wanting this conversation to end. "Cause if you are I'm going to take a nap," I closed my eyes and rested my head against the window, listening to the train run on their tracks. Soon I felt the sweet release of darkness over take me.
"Edward," I moaned softly as he softly nipped the nape of my neck. I fondled him through his military pants as I straddled him in his chair.
"That's not how you're supposed to address your superior, first Lt. Mist," he breathed against my neck.
"I'm sorry, lt. colonel Elric," I whispered in his ear before unzipping his pants and pulling out his engorged erection. I squeezed it twice earning a low and deep moan emanating from his throat. I smoothly, yet teasingly, ran my hand up and down his shaft earning deep moans of pleasure from him. I gave it one more slight squeeze before standing up and pulling my pants, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. I went back to straddling his hips before reaching behind him for the bottle of lube on his desk. I opened the bottle and poured some of the lube on my hands. I gently spread the lube on his erection before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
I repositioned myself over his length; I slowly lowered myself, hissing from the pain. I stopped lowering myself about halfway waiting until I was ready to lower my self down more. Once I was ready lowered myself down to the hilt. Again I waited for the pain to go away, I felt Ed caress my bottom reassuringly. I rested my forehead against his; our breath intake was very shallow. I gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead before I slowly started to ride him. Moans escaped our lips, I opened my eyes to see the bastard sitting under me, running his hands under my shirt and grabbed my breasts. "General…" I moaned closing my eyes tightly. The general was fucking me, why was I enjoying it?
"Sam…" I heard his hoarse voice call out. "You're so wonderfully tight…Sam."
"Roy…" I moaned again.
"Sam…Sam…Sam…Sam!"
I opened my eyes to see the general standing over me, his deep obsidian eyes staring down at me. "Death, we're here," he said smirking that damned smirk that I hate so much. I nodded my head before getting up and stretching with an exaggerated yawn escaping my lips. I picked up my luggage and walked off the train with the general. We walked for a while in a comfortable silence before the general bastard spoke up, "So, Death, what did you dream about?" he asked with a hint of a lecherous tone in his voice.
Why did he want to know what I was dreaming about? "Nothing," I said still facing forward keeping a calm face.
He chuckled a little, "Really, cause I could of sworn I heard you moan Fullmetal's name and then mine, or was I just imagining that?" I couldn't stop the blood from rushing to my face; I had forgotten that I tend to talk in my sleep sometimes. "So, really what did you dream about?" He seemed to be waiting for me to answer but I didn't talk. "Fine then, I'll just have to guess." He stopped, seeming to be thinking about what I might have dreamt about. "Well, I heard you call Fullmetal a Lt. colonel, so you were probably dreaming that you were his first Lt. Which means that you could have been dreaming about having sex with him in his office. Although after awhile I heard you call me by my rank and then by my name. So that means that either you were having a threesome with Fullmetal and I or that first you were having sex with Fullmetal and then at some point your dream changed into having sex with me. How am I doing so far?" He smirked at me smugly, with an all-knowing look in his eyes. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he turned his head to look me up and down with that damned smirk plastered on his face again. "So which is it? Did you have a dream that you were having sex with Fullmetal and then me, or did you dream about having a threesome with Fullmetal and I?" he asked mockingly.
Should I just pretend that I ignored him or should I just answer him? If I ignored him he might just give me the third degree. If I answer him then he'll just mock me and ask more questions. Either way I was screwed. "Fine, I dreamt that Ed and I were in his office having sex, and then at some point I opened my eyes and realized that I was having sex with you," I said as fast as I could so I could get this conversation over with.
"Oh ho ho, so you were having a wet dream about me. So did you enjoy me inside you, calling out your name in pure ecstasy?" he smirked.
Argh! Damn it, I was right, he would ask me more questions, I should have just taken the third degree. "Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?" I grumbled as I stared down at my feet as we walked.
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders, "Oh, come on, I can't be that horrible towards you. Hell, I'm a saint towards you compared to how I treat Fullmetal."
I wiggled and struggled my way out of his touch before stopping and turning to face him, "Yeah, and the way you treat him is what makes me hate you! He's gone through so much pain and so much torture, he holds all his feelings inside and no one tries to comfort him! He only comforts others when they're going through something, and don't tell me that you didn't have anyone to comfort you during Ishbal, because Lt. Hawkeye and brigadier general Hughes already told me that they comforted you many times!" I glared up at him.
He stared down at me with that same stare he gives when he's serious, "What are you implying, Death?"
"What I'm saying is that you should respect Ed a lot more than you do now, or some day he'll betray you!" I said stubbornly.
"Hphm," was all he said before pushing past me and walking forward towards the hotel. I stood there watching him for a while before following after him. I walked some distance behind him wondering if he would stop being so cruel to Edward, and he would treat him with more respect instead of treating him like some worthless piece of trash. All I wanted is for Ed's life to be a little bit easier for him. I love him so much, and I just want him to be happy. I almost sound like a mother towards him.
I heard the footsteps in front of me stop. I looked up to see the bastard looking at me and standing in front of the hotel that we were staying at, it was a little outside the heart of New Optain. I walked past him into the hotel and up to the front desk and flashed the lady there my pocket watch. She had long brown hair that flowed gently past her shoulders; black plastic glasses framed her green oak-leaved eyes. I could plainly see a wedding ring on her right hand on her ring finger. She was a very pretty woman so it didn't surprise me that she was married. Her uniform was a black polo shirt with light blue denim jeans. She seemed to be about 5,9" and she seemed to be probably in her late twenties or early thirties, and she had a very slender figure.
"Are you Major Samantha Mist?" she asked politely.
"Yes ma'am, I am. May I have the room key?" I asked wanting to just to get a shower and go to bed.
"Yes ma'am, Major Mist."
"Please, call me Sam," I said agitated that she called me by my rank.
She handed me the room key, "Here you go, Sam. The room number is on the key."
"Thank you…"
"The name's Kate," she said with a warm smile.
"Nice to meet you, Kate," I said smiling warmly, before reaching out my hand to shake her's and she returned the shake.
"It was nice to meet you too. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, I'll see you too. Bye."
"Bye," she answered back before I went off to find my room.
I walked over to the stairs instead of the elevator. I've always liked to take the stairs when I sleep in hotels, I like to walk around the hotel using the stairs to figure out my surroundings, and plus I like to find the stairs that lead to the roof. Once I found the stairs I started to descend to the top of the stairs to the floor where my room was located so that I could drop off my luggage in my room. Once I found my room I quickly opened the door and dropped the bag inside, not caring where it landed. I walked back down the long hallway to the stairs where I came from. I walked the rest of the way up the stairs until there was nowhere else to go but the door in front of me that read "Roof."
I opened the door to feel the cool summer night's breeze hit my face. I closed the door behind me, I stared up at the starry night thinking how beautiful it looked when we weren't in the city. I just wish I could share this beautiful sight before me with Ed. I sat down beside the door and just stared up at the sky, 'I wonder what Ed's doing right now?'
I heard the doorknob turn beside me, I looked up to see the general bastard standing there. "Some how I knew you'd be up here." I looked back up at the sky, completely ignoring him. I didn't want to talk to him, I was still mad about earlier, I wanted him to leave so I could cool my heels more. I saw from the corner of my eye that he had sat be side me. "Listen, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to upset you. Sometimes I don't think before I speak, and you're right I do need to treat Fullmetal with more respect. He's gone through more shit than the both of us put together."
I sat there listening to his kind words, happy that he saw that Ed really does suffer more than anyone, because of the large burden that was put on his shoulders when he tried to bring his mother back. He lost his arm and leg and Al lost his body. Ed loved his brother so much he'd do anything for him, I saw that the night Al got his body back, about a year and a half ago.
Flashback
The room filled with a bright light as Ed and I clapped our hands and kneeled before the carefully calculated circle in front of us. The light shone so brightly that it was almost blinding. A large gate-like thing appeared before us; it seemed to have an ancient language inscribed all over it, with a giant eye at the top of it, and a strange decoration on it made it almost make it seem like it was something that belonged in a church. I remembered it from the last time I saw it about six years ago. The doors opened to reveal many eyes staring back at us, the bodies but only black masses.
"I'm here for my brother's body," Ed said determined to get his brother's body back to normal.
"What price will you pay?" asked a deep, emotionless voice, the voice seemed to be emanating from some where inside the gate.
Ed pulled out a red stone from his pocket. He stared at it for a few seconds, "I've searched for this damned thing for so long now, and finally I'll be able to get back what's rightfully Al's." I could see tears well up in his eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. He looked up at me with tear filled eyes and gave me a soft smile. I returned his smile before he looked back towards the gate and rose up his hand. "For my brother's body, I'll give you the Philosopher's stone."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation.
A single black hand came from the mass of dark masses and eyes, the hand reached for the stone and grabbed it. The hand receded back into the gate. Ed and I were back kneeling down in front of the circle. We looked up to see a body lying in the middle of the circle, behind all the smoke. Ed stood up and ran towards the body, I stood up after him and walked towards the form. I stood over the form to see that it was Alphonse. Ed covered Al with his cloak so he wouldn't get cold, since Al was lying there showing everything.
Ed sat beside Al, I could see that he was trembling. I sat down beside him and pulled him into a warm embrace. He started crying into my shoulder, "Sam…I finally…did it…I got…him his…b-body back!" he cried. I rubbed small circles on the small of his back, while kissing the top of his head trying to comfort him. After a while his crying ceased, he picked up his brother and carried him out of the empty warehouse.
End of flashback
That was the first time I had ever seen Ed cry in years since we were kids. "Has Ed said yet of what he wants to do since he's got his brother's back?" The bastard general said interrupting my thoughts.
"Ed hasn't said anything yet, he's thought about it before but he hasn't decided what he's gonna do now," I said still staring up at the nighttime sky.
"What are you going to do?"
Why did he ask me that I've told him I don't know how many times that I'm staying in the military to help with the investigations, or was he just trying to make small talk again? "I thought I told you that I'm staying in the military to help with investigations." I could see out of the corner of my eye that he turned to look at me with those deep dark eyes of his.
"Death, before the Ishbal war they taught us to know when people are lying to us."
"What's your point?" I asked as I turned to look back at him.
"My point is, Death, that I know that you're lying to me."
'Shit.' I thought while trying to keep my face as calm as possible. 'I forgot that before Ishbal started the Furher taught everyone how to tell when someone's lying.'
"Don't worry, whatever the reason is that you joined the military, I won't tell the Furher." I could see something deep with in his eyes that made me not want to trust him with my secret of why I really did join.
'Should I really trust him? Does he really mean what he said? What was that look in his eyes that I just saw?' those were the thoughts running through my head. I just decided to stare back up at the sky. "Why did you join the military, general?" I asked trying to see if his motives were the same as my fake reason. "It couldn't be because of the power, or maybe you did it for the good pay." I looked back at him, "So what was it, huh?"
"It wasn't for the money or the power." He looked back up at the sky, "When I was about your age, I realized that I had no real talents other than my alchemy. It took me about five years to perfect the kind of alchemy that I do. After I perfected it I realized that this world we live in is slowly rotting, and that someone new needed to take control of this country. Hughes promised he'd help me to the top, but after he died he was promoted two ranks higher."
"Yeah, but why Furher? I mean, to me, you seem like the kind of guy that just wants to get married and settle down and have a job in wielding. Why would you just throw it all away for a dream that might never come true?"
He looked back at me, "Like I said before this world is rotting."
"Yeah, but do you think you're good enough to be Furher?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," he paused seeming to be thinking about something. "But I have good ideas that could change everything about this world."
"I see," I replied. Then a thought occurred to me, "You do realize that you'll have a lot more paper work to do, right?"
He started chuckling at me, "Yes, I do realize that," his chuckling stopped as quickly as it started, "but it's all worth it."
We sat in silence staring up at the beautiful night sky before us. A thought occurred to me, why didn't he ask me the true reason why I joined the military two years ago? We were alone plenty of times, he could have asked me any of those times, but why now? Why two years later? It just didn't make any sense. Was he plotting something to use against me? What was he planning by asking me this? If so, was it something bad or something good? "How did you know that I'd be up here?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking my way, "You just seem like the type that would go some where private like this to think and cool down after a fight or something."
I couldn't help but smile alittle, he was right I do like to come to private places like this. "Or sometimes I like to go up on the roofs of buildings at night so I can just look at the beautiful night sky. I do this back at the apartment's roof too. Everything's just so peaceful and tranquil and I look up at the night sky, sometimes I'll accidentally fall asleep up on the roof just admiring the glorious stars."
"Does Fullmetal sit on the roof with you too?" he asked curiously.
"No he doesn't know that I like to hide on the roof even when we were little I never told him that I sat on the roof of my house."
"Why doesn't he know?"
"I don't like it when people know where I like to hide, it makes me feel like they'll find out all my deep secrets."
"So no one but me knows where you hide at," he stated.
I nodded my head still staring up at the night sky. "I guess this means I'll have to find a new hide out," I chuckled and he chuckled along with me.
"So does this mean that you'll tell me the true reason why you joined the military?" he pushed, after he stopped giggling.
Why was he being so pushy and persistent about that? "I've told you already, I joined to help, and there's no other reason," I said agitated.
"Death, I'll be able to help you with whatever it is, if you tell me," he explained.
"I said, I joined to help, so stop being such a damned pushy bastard!" I yelled angered, as I looked at his calm face. I got up and walked back down the stairs to the floor that held my room. I could hear footfalls behind me, I walked faster and so did the footsteps. Once I found my door I got out the key and unlocked the door before stepping in the room and slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned up against the door and slid down it as I looked around the room. It had one bed and on one the bed was a suitcase, it wasn't my suitcase though mine was lying carelessly by the closet, which was by the door. I saw a tag on the suitcase on the bed; I stood up and walked towards the item. I lifted up the tag as I read it out loud, "Property of Roy Mustang."
Why the Hell was that jackass's suitcase sitting on my bed? I heard the lock turn on the door, I turned to see the bastard himself standing in the doorway. "Why the Hell is your suitcase sitting on my bed?" I asked not liking the situation.
"We're sharing a room," he answered coolly.
My jaw practically dropped to the floor, "What the Hell?!" I screamed, "What dumbass decided that?!"
"The hotel people did, Death," he said calmly.
"Why the Hell did they?!" I yelled.
He sighed heavily, "Because, Death, this was the only room they had left."
I hate this! "Fine then, I'm sleeping on the roof," I went to reach for my suitcase, but a strong hand grabbed a hold of mine. I looked up to see the bastard general hovering over me. "Let go," I growled, wishing I were spitting venom in his eyes.
"Look, Death, I don't like this any more than you do, ok?" he paused for a moment, "Listen, I'll make it up to you, tomorrow, when we go to get lunch, I'll let you choose the restaurant and I'll pay for it. How's that sound?"
I thought about it for a moment. Why was he being so nice all of a sudden, a minute ago he was being a jackass and now it's like he's a different person. "Fine, but could you let go of my hand?" I asked irritably.
He reluctantly let go of my hand before moving over to the bed and placing his suitcase on a chair before opening it and pulling out something. "I'm gonna get ready for bed. You should do the same." I nodded my head before moving my suitcase over to the bed and pulling out the nightshirt and boxer-type shorts, I always wear. I looked up at the bathroom door to see the bastard general stepping out of the bathroom, in blue boxers and a white tank top. "Your turn." He said smoothly, before walking over to his suitcase and grabbing a book. He laid down on the bed looking very relaxed.
I walked into the bathroom and set down my clothing before looking at my reflection in the mirror. I turned on the faucet and rinsed off my face before turning it off and drying my face off. I put the towel down and started to undress myself only leaving on my under wear and my black tank top. I got myself dressed in my nightclothes before walking out and seeing that bastard looking at me with what looked like lust in his eyes, but it was gone in mere seconds, as if it was like it wasn't even there. "What are you looking at, you bastard?" I growled as I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing, I just never thought that you'd be the type to wear that to bed," he smirked.
"Bite me," I spat back. I put my clothes in my suitcase before sitting it on the floor on the left side of the bed, where I was sleeping. I sat down on the bed and started to take out my braids, letting my hair fall gently from their restraints. After I pulled out the hair ties I put them around my wrist.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have very beautiful hair?" he asked.
I looked over my shoulder to see that he had put his book away and that he was under the covers already. "Yes, and I've heard it many, many times and it's annoying." (1) I turned my head back to look at my suitcase and I grabbed my hairbrush. I ran the bristles gently through my hair, smoothing down the waves some. I felt a lock of my hair get lifted from my back.
"Smells like vanilla," I heard the bastard's voice whisper.
I looked over my shoulder again to see the bastard's eyes glazed over looking at me. "What are you doing?" I asked, not liking where this was going.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see what your hair smelled like, and it smells so." He stopped and took another whiff of my hair, "Enticing," he explained with what sounded like lust in his voice.
"Hey, bastard, I'm Ed's girlfriend, remember?" I reminded him.
"I know that, but I wanted to see if you were loyal to him," he said.
"Of course I am, I had sex with him for God's sake," I exclaimed.
"I know." He leaned in towards me and kissed me gently on the lips.
My eyes grew wide, I pushed him away and punched him in the face. He grabbed his face as he cowered in pain. I took my chance and I grabbed my pillow and blanket before grabbing my room key and running out of the room up to the roof. Once I was on the roof I closed the door quickly behind me. I dropped my things at my feet before clapping my hands together and locking the door. I sunk down to the ground trying to figure out what the Hell just happened. I watched the misty breath from my lungs evaporate into the cold night air. I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around myself before laying my head down on my pillow. I stared up at the night sky, as I felt my eyelids begin to feel heavy, and soon the comforting feeling of darkness over took me.
I heard the sound of rushing water start to slowly wake me. I slowly opened my eyes remembering that I had fallen asleep on the roof. I sat up quickly and looked around trying to take in my surroundings. I was back in the hotel room, how did I get back in here? The rushing water noise stopped and I looked over at the bathroom door. The bastard stepped out in nothing but a towel wrapped gingerly around his waste, surprisingly showing off toned abs, he had another towel in his hand trying to dry his drenched hair. "Ah, good morning, sunshine," he said in a creepy cheery voice.
"How did I get back here?" I asked a little confused.
"Well, after you punched me I chased after you up to the roof, and when I realized that you had locked the door using alchemy I had to burn it down. Which, by the way, you have to fix before we have to leave the hotel today. When I saw you laying on the ground shivering I picked you up and carried you all the way back to the room, where I warmed you up as much possible by sharing my body heat with you."
Once those words hit my ears I went into shock. The only way that you're supposed to share body heat is if you're completely nude and you're embracing someone else who's nude. Did this perverted bastard strip me naked? While he himself was naked? And did he embrace me? A deep blush graced my cheeks, "You sick bastard!" I screamed as I threw a pillow at his head.
Unfortunately, he caught the flying object, "What did I do now?" he asked, dumbfounded.
I just glared at him, "What the fuck do you mean 'what did I do now?'" I asked, but no answer came from him. "Are you telling me that you didn't strip me naked last night to warm me up?" I asked.
"What…no, Death, I didn't. What I did was I cuddled up to you and held you in my arms, that's all. I would never do something like that to my subordinates," he said earnestly. It sounded like he was telling the truth. "Anyway, you should get a shower now we have a long day today, and plus you get to choose where we eat lunch at today." I stood up and walked over to my suitcase. "Oh, but before I forget, you might not want to wear what you usually wear."
"I know that, you idiot," I grumbled. I grabbed a black skirt and a black dress shirt. I walked over to the bathroom and got my shower. Once I was done I used my alchemy to quickly dry my hair and to put eyeliner around my eyes, before getting dressed in the outfit I had picked. After I dressed myself I put my hair into two high pigtails. After I had made myself look presentable, by showing off my cleavage, (which is something I never do, on purpose anyway.) I walked out of the bathroom to see the bastard sitting on the bed reading the same book that he had been reading last night. He was wearing regular black slacks, with a white dress shirt and a gray tie, and I looked down at his left hand to see a ring on his ring finger.
"What's up with the ring?" I asked.
"I could ask you the same thing about showing off your cleavage," he smirked.
"Shut up," I blushed, "You told me not to dress how I usually do, and I never wear anything that shows off cleavage," I mumbled. I could hear him chuckling as I walked over to my suitcase to put my stuff there.
"Anyway," he said, when he stopped chuckling, "The reason why I'm wearing a ring on my finger is because Hakuro has ordered us to pretend that we are newly weds looking through the different cities for a home to purchase."
Once those words left his lips my head shot up and stared at him. What the Hell was that bastard Hakuro thinking? He knows how much I hate the general bastard, what is he trying to do, piss me off? Or was this some sick and twisted joke? Whatever the Hell it was I sure as Hell didn't like it. "What the fuck do you mean 'newly weds?!'" I asked obviously outraged by what he said.
"Hey, don't yell at me. You should be yelling at Hakuro, not me," he said defensively. I stomped to the phone on the nightstand. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm calling Hakuro to give him piece of my mind!" I yelled, angered by the situation. I started dialing the number but the bastard pressed on the dial tone button (2). "What the Hell are you doing?" I asked.
"You can give him a piece of your mind after the mission, but for now just pretend, OK?" he said.
I thought about it for a moment. "Ok, but we can't mention any of this to Ed, alright?" I asked.
"Deal," he responded back. I put the phone down on the receiver and walked back to my suitcase. I grabbed my chain and put it on my skirt. I dug through my clothes to the bottom to find my pair of shoes that I wear for special occasions. They were black boots but they had about a three or three in a half high, thick, heel and it had chains wrapped casually around it. I quickly slipped them on before standing up. "What no gloves?" he asked smugly.
"Bite me, " I suddenly remembered something, "Oi, bastard I forgot I would need to carry around my pocket watch."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Well, I was wondering f you had any suggestions about where I should put it."
"Maybe you should carry it around in a purse and keep it in there."
"Oh, right. Now what to transmute," I pondered. I looked around the room for things I could use. I grabbed a white pillowcase, my leather belt that I brought with me and I clapped my hands and transmuted them together to create a purse. As I was putting my pocket watch in my purse something dawned on me that I was surprised didn't dawn on me before.
"Hey, you still haven't told me what this whole mission is about yet."
"Oh, right. There's a rapist that's been raping women around these parts and the military is asking us to catch him dead or alive. So today we are doing research on the rapist's profile," he said in a somewhat fake cheerfulness.
"Yay! That sounds like real fun!" I cheered sarcastically, putting up my two thumbs. "I've always wanted to investigate a profile on a sadistic rapist!" I rolled my eyes as I slung my purse over my shoulder. "Ok, give me the damned ring," I demanded.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple ring. I put the ring on, before heading towards the door. "Oh, before I forget, Death, you're supposed to be twenty four-years-old," I heard him say.
I turned to look at him, "How old are you supposed to be then?" I asked knowing his age would be changed too.
"I'm twenty-five," he stated. He walked towards me and opened the door for me letting me exit the room first.
"You know, I don't like being treated like that," I exclaimed, hoping he would see why.
"Come on, Sam, it helps with the role of playing husband and wife."
Did he just call me by my real name? "I'm guessing that also means that you have to call me Sam or honey, or any of that kind of shit, and I can't call you bastard, or jackass, or anything like that, right?" I asked.
"Right I have to call you Sam, and you have to call me Roy," he said confirming my theory.
We walked down the hall to the stairs with me leading the way. In the lobby I saw Kate, and we exchanged good mornings with each other, and of course the bastard flirted with her, so I got to do something really fun, I got to slap the bastard upside the head, but unfortunately I had to remind him that we were 'married'. After we said our good byes to Kate we walked out of the hotel and to the New Optain head quarters. I researched on the victims' ages, heights, weights, occupations, and whether they were married or not. I also researched on where they were kidnapped and how they died. While I did that, the bastard researched of where they were found. After a few hours of researching about that he told me that he had to go ask the people that found the bodies what they found at he crime scene and he also went to ask the girls families questions.
It was about eight or nine hours later and I was about half asleep reading the victims profiles, and man was I tired I had read through at least twenty different ones and I had five more to go. So far I had learned that the girls were usually between the ages of fourteen and twenty-one, their heights were usually about in the five feet region, and they were usually 110 lbs or115lbs. I had found out that about half of them were either virgins or they were married. The girls were usually kidnapped in local pubs or famous clubs. I looked at a map to see if there were any patterns but I couldn't find any patterns. The girls were either stabbed to death or their throats were cut.
The bastard still hadn't come back with any information, but from the looks of it this guy was a real genius. He didn't leave any of his own DNA behind, the weapons that were found were either cleaned or burned to ashes. I didn't know who this guy was but damn was he smart. I let an exaggerated yawn escape my lips as I laid my head down on the table deciding to take a little nap. After a few minutes I felt a slight pressure against my head and then a whisper reached my ears, "Hello there, honey." I shot straight up and hit the person behind me in the ribs. I heard a grunting noise and looked to see the bastard himself. "You have one Hell of a right hook," he groaned.
"What the Hell do you want?" I asked, still not fully awake.
He sat down beside me, "I came back to share the information with you that I gathered," he said, with a little pain in his voice.
"Ok, shoot."
He handed me the notebook that he took with him when he left, "Well I found out that the bodies were found in empty warehouses on the out skirts of New Optain. It seems like this guy is picking random places to hide these girls, which means we probably won't be able to figure out where he's going to hide the next one."
A thought occurred to me as I skimmed through his notes, "Did you ask the people that found the bodies if he might be reusing any of the warehouses?" I asked.
"Yes, I did, and they said no. All the places that he's used were new each time a new body was found."
Ok, that helps my theory a little. "So, what did the people find that was unusual at the sight?"
"They found what seemed to be a table that had restraints for the girls' legs and arms."
Well that would explain the bruises on their ankles and wrists. "What did the parents tell you?"
"All they said was that nothing seemed suspicious about the girls' behaviors before they were kidnapped. So that probably means that the guy stalked them, without being seen, and then probably waited until they were alone to kidnap them."
"He probably knocked them out."
"How do figure that?" he asked.
"In the autopsy reports they said that the girls had concussions by a blunt object at the back of the head. That's how he knocked them out."
"Did the autopsies say they found any fragments of something where they were hit?"
"Yes, they found fragments of wood imbedded in their skin."
"You thinking baseball bat?" he asked, but it sounded more like a statement.
"Yep, a baseball bat would seem like the only reasonable wooden object."
"Did you find any patterns in what this sicko likes in girls?"
"I've found that he likes girls from ages fourteen to twenty one, they're either married or not, or they're virgins, he likes girls that are about in the five feet region and they are about 110 lbs to 115 lbs, and the victims have all different kinds of hair and eye colors. I'm guessing this guy is about in his late thirties or early forties."
"How do you guess that?" he asked seeming to be a little unsure of the age range I thought he was in.
"The way this guy thinks, tells me that he would definitely not be in his twenties. He thinks things through, he's a genius, Roy. I don't know whether he's doing this for fun or he's just doing this because it's thrilling or something."
"Ok, well, did you find out anything about when they were kidnapped?"
"Yes, I did, they were usually kidnapped in local pubs or in hot night clubs. I couldn't find any patterns of where they were kidnapped and when they were kidnapped they were usually alone. When I mean alone, I mean that no one there really knew them personally."
"Ok, well, what about the way the girls were killed?"
"They were either stabbed to death or their throats were slit." I paused for a moment, "Roy, we might have to stay here longer than we originally thought. This guy left no DNA behind to help at all, and the fact that he killed the women and cleaned them means that we're dealing with a professional here, Roy."
It was silent between the two of us, before he broke the silence again, "Well, are you all finished here?"
I shook my head before responding, "No, I still have five more files to read through." I didn't feel like getting out my pocket watch to check the time, "What time is it?" I asked him.
He got out his watch and checked the time, "Ten minutes past nine," he answered. I looked out a near by window to see that it had already gotten dark out side, I really had been here for a long time. I looked back down at the mess in front of me. "How about you head back to the hotel, you look tired," he said kindly, as I looked up at him to see a genuine warmth radiating from his coal black eyes. He pulled some money out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Here, while you walk back to the hotel get yourself something to eat." He explained before he kissed the top of my head.
I was about to punch him, but then I remembered that we were supposed to be 'newly weds.' So I just let it slide., even though I had a feeling he was enjoying the thought of us being newly weds…maybe a little too much… "Thanks," I ended up saying before standing up and walking out of headquarters with my purse in hand.
I got back to the hotel in about twenty or thirty minutes with a pick-me-up in hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kate wave to me. I walked over to her with a warm smile gracing my lips. "Hey, Sam," she said warmly.
"Hi," I responded back
"So I know that you and Roy are on a mission and all, and you're probably under cover or something, but are you and Roy really going out?" she asked curiously.
"No, we're not. He's a womanizer and I hate him," I said coolly.
"Oh, well do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, his name's Edward," I said happily.
"He sounds cute. What's he look like?"
"He has long blonde hair, about the same length as mine. He has these gorgeous big golden eyes, and he's a few inches shorter than I am, and his face is kind of on the boyish side," I explained, dreamily.
"Wow, he really does sound cute."
"He is," I said joyfully. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"OK, bye."
"Bye," I walked back to the hotel room to eat my delicious smelling dinner.
It was a few days later and the jackass and I were at a bar for observations. Earlier that day we had figured that the rapist might strike there next. We had told the bar tenders to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and so far there was nothing yet. "So, Sam," the bastard said interrupting my thoughts. "What are you planning on doing when you get back to Fullmetal?" he asked as he looked around casually.
"Oh, nothing much, except I'll probably tackle him and take him right there on the spot," I chuckled.
"I have no doubt about that," he chuckled as he casually took a sip of his scotch. A song came on over the crowd that was sort of rock n' roll, and it had a really cool backbeat to it. I started to tap my foot and nod my head to the lyrics, as I observed the people dancing, wishing that I wasn't on a mission with the bastard, but instead be on a date and dancing with Ed. I could just picture it; Ed wrapping his arms around me, dancing slowly to a slow song, and then practically grinding our bodies together during a rock n' roll song. Knowing Ed, he'd get an erection and then we'd have to take care of it in some place private. I could just imagine him panting and moaning my name as I gave him a blowjob, he would have the look of pure pleasure and ecstasy plastered upon his features. "Would you like to dance?" I looked up to see the asshole's hand out reached toward me.
"Should we? I mean we're on a mission here, not some date," I exclaimed.
"I know, but it wouldn't hurt. It might help us to observe everyone," he said smiling warmly at me.
He had a point, "Fine." I grabbed his hand and he led me to a spot where we started dancing to the lyrics.
Hey, hey
She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door
You grow up quick when ya grow up poor
It's the only way to LA that she knows
The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes
Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many five star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once, 'cause anything goes
It never comes easy when you're diggin' for gold
The song sounded kind of sexual, ok, not kind of, it did sound sexual, and I liked it and I couldn't help but start to find myself losing myself to the lyrics. I turned around so my back was facing the bastard's front, as I slowly started to move my hips close to him. My hips swayed back and forth seductively. I zoned out and just let the music fill my ears and also let my body do all the work.
Hey, hey
Well she ain't no Cinderella when she's gettin undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the nuaghty wicked witch of the west
Far too pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'd take your money make it twice as hot as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
I got really into the lyrics and started to grind my ass into the person behind me, forgetting that I was dancing with the bastard himself. I felt the need to feel sexy as the song played. It almost seemed manditory for me to wrap my arms around his neck as I slowly teased him with my movements. My desire to feel the sexiest that I had ever felt before overwhelmed me as I did some things that I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever do.
Hey, hey
I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look
Every aimless player is a favorite friend
B/c they all taste the fame in the back of a vans
A congressman would call her every once in a while
Got the school girl skirt on the top of the pile
She'd done everyone once
And everyone knows
You got to get a little dirty when you're digging for gold
Hey, hey
Well she ain't no Cinderella
When she's getting undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She'd take your money make it twice is hot as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
We inter locked hands as our bodies danced together in sync and he started to suck and nibble on my neck."Mmm…Edward," I moaned, as I grinded harder against him, still forgetting it was the bastard general and not Ed. His teeth grazed my sensative skin and sent eliciting shivers to race up and down my spine. I moaned out for more while he gently kissed the nape of my neck. He tasted my slightly sweaty skin, bit down gently on my pulse, and ravished my whole neck with his touch.
Well someone spilled the beans and now her name's in the press
Tough to keep it all a secret when you're one of the best
The judge is going easy because he paid for her chest
Yeah he loves his naughty wicked witch of the west
I grinded even harder getting lost in the soft moans behind me, and the arousing lyrics of the song. I succumbed to his actions and ministrations and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Within reason of course. He ran his hands up and down my sides slowly, almost like he was memerizing the curves of my body. I welcomed the gentle and alluring touches as I danced closer to him.
Well she ain't no Cinderella
When she's getting undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far to pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
I turned around and looked up at him with lustful eyes as I buried my fingers into his soft luscious hair and brought him down for a deep and lustful kiss. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue ask desperately for entrance, and I obliged him greatly. His delicious tongue started to explore my mouth, seeming as though he was trying desperately trying to remember every inch of my mouth, and the taste. I pulled away for some much needed air. I opened my eyes and realized what I had just done. I pushed the bastard away and ran to the bathroom.
She'll shake her money maker just as hard as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
What the fuck did I just do?! Why the fuckin' Hell would I do that?! What the fuckin' Hell was I thinking?! Those were the questions that jumbled up in my head. I walked over to one of the sinks and splashed some cold water on my face. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, I watched some of the water slowly drip down my face. How could I have let that happen? What possessed me to kiss him? He tried to rape me when I was sixteen many times, why would I kiss that pedophile? Question, after question, after question raced through my screwed up head.
I dried my face off with a paper towel, as I decided to go back out there and tell the bastard that I don't know what came over me. As I was walking to the door I felt something hard and heavy hit the back of my head. I went to turn around but I lost my footing as I felt everything go black.
FUCK YEAH! I finally finished typing this damn thing, but there are still more chapters to come and maybe even a sequel to this story, but I haven't fully thought about it yet so you'll just have to wait and see. The song was called 'Shakin' Hands' by Nickelback. R&R Please?