Dear Readers,
Okay! So...I AM SO SORRY I MADE YALL WAIT SO LONG! A) It was Christmas! B) I had writters block...Well, sort of...But that will be explained later... C) I tried to show my poor cousin my story and she was all like " i don't really remeber FMA"...I fell to the floor, really. I was like " HOW COULD YOU NOT REMEMBER SUCH A POWERFUL ANIME!' and she was all " I ONLY WATCHED SAILOR MOON AND POKEMON! AND INUYASHA!" So, I spent basically ALL of my break filling her in on FMA...When I started finding alot of horrible holes in my story. like that last damned chapter! ROSE WOULD HAVE BEEN MUTE BY THEN! I still don't know what to do about that...And, I also had to go back and change chapters 13+14...it's suttle, but you'll notice I shortened the time Envy and Winry have been away from one another from a year to like...Five months or something. * Grabs hair and pulls* But that still doesn't explain why stupid Rose was all unimpregnated and stuff! And she was the perfect character to be giving advice! AHHHHHHHH! And she's actually going to be in the story from now on, which I didn't know/realize/make up, when I wrote the last chapter. and BTW, I had a horrible christmas becasue of this story! IT'S ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT! Even while me and my cousin ( who was a very big supporter of my stroy, and who I would like to thank, even if she didn't get me ANYTHING for x-mas after I got her soemthign!) where watching Princess Mononoke! And while I watched Princess Tutu ! I watched EVERY EPISODE of Princess Tutu yesterday. Do you know how freaking SAD that show is? That is TOTALLY my next Fic! Fakir+Duck for ever! If no one knows what that anime is, I advise you to watch it. Every single episode if on Youtube...It's a relatively short Amine...Only 26 episodes! And you will HATE the ending. .Me. Okay, enjoy this stupid chapter! Oh, and if you really wanna understand Scar and Edward's scence in this, just watch episode 40...I *cough* actually, watched that episode and just typed down everything that happened in that scene. I recently read a fic that did that, and I liked it, so I thought I would try it. And I think it worked fairly well. Okay, whatev's! Yall just read and revieww like little maggots!
- Ramona F.
P.S: I seriously am freaking about this damned time line thing, and I'm actually trying to stay with the show. So, if there are ANY time flaws, just tell me. Even if I literally just finished watching the entire series, and went out and found the movie in my garage. Which took forever...
Fooled
Envy growled as he pushed through the giant doors of the mansion.
He hated long missions. He had just been away, attending to his damned "masters" orders in the east. But, he had been a bit confused. There really was nothing for him to do there. He had just sat and kept watch on the boring people. Dante hadn't really assigned him to do anything.
That was only on of the reasons why Envy was pissed. He was also fucking soaked. It had been pouring in Central, and he hadn't had an umbrella. His long hair clung to his face in dark tendrils, and his skin was slick and shinning. He shook like a dog, only slightly managing to dry himself.
He hadn't heard from Lust or the others in months, and he was very, very afraid that something may have happened to them. He tried not to let his mind run wild with his imagination...But if he knew Dante, which he did, there was a reason for her keeping him out of the loop for so long. And her advances on him where just as alarming. She had not only run her disgustingly clammy hands through his hair every now and then, but she also had him zip her dresses from time to time. And seeing her disgusting, rotting flesh was not on his agenda. She hadn't every treated him this way. Not every. To her, he was a good for nothing puppet. So what was she doing?
Seducing you? The voice offered.
Envy's lips curled over his sharp teeth.
He padded up the stairs, and only just noticed that he hadn't been greeted by Sloth, or Wrath. His brow furrowed once he reached the hall. He wondered where they could be...He hadn't seen the imp playing outside, or even in the foyer. And Sloth was usually always in the kitchen when she was home...But he hadn't heard her humming to herself like she usually Gluttony was gone from his usual post in front of Lust's door. He didn't want to be afraid. Didn't want to panic. These new human emotions had him like a vice, and he tried his best to keep calm. He breath heavily and closed his eyes.
When he shut them, he saw Winry. She was looking up at him from tinkering with something. She blinked a few times, and a smile spread on her lips. As she smiled, so did he, and he felt tremendously better. He opened his eyes and continued down the hall, his feet sounding unusually loud because of the absence of either Sloth or Wrath beside him.
When he had finally made it to Dante's giant chamber doors, he didn't hesitate to push them open. He was greeted to her slipping on a robe before the giant, roaring fire place. Her deadly blue eyes met his, and his automatically narrowed.
Had she planned this? For me to walk in on her like this?
A saucy grin spread on her pale lips. " Your soaking wet Envy. Come, stand by the fire."
He grunted and slowly entered the darkly lit room and she slowly tied the sash to her thin robe. He could see her rotting flesh in different parts of her body. Could smell her disgustingly sweet smell that she used to mask her rotting stench. His nose wrinkled in disgust and hatred, and if he had eaten recently, he would feel nauseated.
" Come Envy." She said softly, and held out her pale hands. Her ground his teeth together, but slowly walked to her. He made no move to place his hands in hers, and when she noticed this, she simply reached down and tried to take his hands by force. He nearly leapt back from discomfort.
Dante's eyes narrowed, but she advanced on him, behind so close he could feel her stone cold temperature radiating onto him. He was only a little bit taller than her, so they where almost at eye level. Her nose nearly touched his, and her eyes flashed a deadly gleam.
" Oh, now Envy, you hurt my feelings so..." She pouted.
He glared at her. " Sorry, I'm not into incest."
She narrowed her eyes. " You where never my son, Envy. Only the failed recreation of my real boy...Remember that...You are nothing more," She trailed a long finger down his chest, making his skin crawl, she leaned in close to him, he could feel her cold breath on his ear, " then my play thing."
He wanted so badly to crush her. He wanted to rip her face of. He curled his fingers in anticipation. If she made an advance on him...He wouldn't hesitate from killing her once and for all.
" How long has it been since you've had any stones, my dear Envy?" She purred into his ear, bringing her disgusting body even closer. Not quite making enough contact from a justifiable reason for him to kill her. But, oh, how badly he wanted to.
" I thought you where disgusted by us Dante." Envy said in a low growl.
" Oh? Well...I am." she whispered.
He clenched his fists." Then why are you-"
She put a finger to his lips and he desperately wanted to bite her finger off. She pulled back and locked eyes with him. " You could say...I was a bit jealous. Of how...Intimate you where with that Rockbell girl."
His insides froze. He felt as if his entire body suddenly went hot, than chillingly cold. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as he suddenly recalled how many times he and Winry had moaned out each others names. Only to have Dante listening. No, watching.
She had seen us after all.
" You where so...captivating. I couldn't help but watch. Who knew my little Envy could be so gentle?...And to a human, no less." She grazed the side of his cheek with her long finger tips. They where snow cold and he visibly shivered. " That's why I want to play with you now...So come." She ordered.
Envy looked into her cold, unfeeling eyes. His where smoldering with his hatred, but she probably mistook it for something else.
As if to prove his assumptions, she leaned forward, pressing her cold, and surprisingly soft lips to his. He didn't move. Not even as she bit his bottom lip and tugged, almost demanding for entrance. Envy pressed his lips into a firm line. Dante must have noticed this, because she parted her lips from him, to his relief, but didn't move away. She merely began trailing snow cold kisses down the side of his face and neck. She bit down on the skin just under his jaw, and he was surprised that her actions felt good to him. He would have moaned from the pleasure. Until her sickly smell flooded to his nose, engulfing his senses, reminding him who she was. He swallowed his moans, forgetting his momentary comfort. Only clenched his hands into fists so tightly, his nails dug into his palms and he felt hot, sticky blood pool under his nails. Envy felt her cold hands travel down his chest, and couldn't believe it when they just kept going. Past his bare stomach, his loin cloth, and moved dangerously lower...
" I thought you would resist me more...But, oh well...You are delicious..." Dante whispered into his neck, blowing her cold breath over his smooth skin.
Her fingers brushed against his groin.
His eyes snapped open.
Envy only allowed one person to touch him.
Even if they could never be together. Envy had given up on Brothels all together after the conversation with that girl, Rose. He had sworn from then on that he belonged to no one but Winry. Even if Edward had made her his. Even if she hated him. Envy would love no one else than his Winry.
And Dante sure as hell wasn't her.
Envy pulled back from the corpses cold hands, pushing her off of him and holding her at arms length. She starred at him, her face full of rage and disbelief. Her cold eyes shone brightly in the dim lighting.
" Never do that again." he growled dangerously at her. " Or I will kill you Dante. I can promise you that."
Her anger faded, and a small smile spread on her lips, which she dragged her tongue over slowly. Envy narrowed his eyes in disgust. After a moment of intensely glaring at her, Envy happily detached his hands from her rotting arms, and turned to leave.
He was almost out the door, when he heard Dante laugh. He knew he shouldn't. He really should just go.
But he turned around slowly, not listening at his screaming insides, telling him to run.
Envy's eyes doubled in size. His body instantly shook and he broke out into a cold sweat. He suddenly couldn't move, and he fell to one knee.
In her hand was a skull.
A welly preserved, skull. Clearly so old it should be nothing but dust. Possibly...Four hundred years old.
Dante let more dark laughter poor from her frosty lips, and Envy glared daggers at her as he shook. His body felt paralyzed, and he felt as if he was on fire.
He then felt slightly bad for doing the same thing to Greed a few decades ago.
But only slightly. He had always been a greedy bastard.
" Haven't seen this before, have you?" She asked, talking her time to slowly approach him.
" You...Bitch...I'm gonna..." he grunted in pain as she walked even closer, and slightly squeezed the skull. He grabbed the sides of his head as he felt a sharp pain there, and fell to the ground.
He then realized that the ground was shinning.
His eyes fluttered rapidly.
He was suddenly so...tired...
Great, now look what you haven gotten us into! The voice scolded.
Envy smiled softly. Sorry...Didn't really see that coming.
" Wrath. Take him to the room." He heard Dante order from some far off place. It sounded like she was under water...Everything was just slipping away.
Well now your in really deep shit. The voice said before fading away.
Upon hearing his brothers name, Envy willed himself to open his eyes, and met a pair the shade of his own. He knew she should had recognized them...Because the face they where in was none other than Wrath. But...There was something different about him...Something...
Envy's eyes widened.
" You...Ate..." He choked out.
Wrath smiled evilly, showing his newly sprouted canines. They looked about six times sharper than normal, and a hell of a lot bigger. Envy wondered if he had looked this frightening to Winry when they had first met...There was no beauty to the once kind boys twisted face...His pupils where no longer large and childish. They where angry slits that showed no remorse. A humunculie's eyes.
It was then that Envy saw his reflection in Wrath's wide eyes.
Envy smiled at his own weakness.
His eyes looked nothing like that anymore.
They where...Almost...
Human?
Winry looked into the woman's fierce, green eyes and audibly gulped. Her pupils dilated from their momentary cat like slits to inhuman dots as they adjusted to the late afternoon sun. Winry shook from shock. The slightly muscular woman had just hopped- no, slithered- out of Alphonse's armor and was now standing proudly before her, stretching her arms in the air. Winry knew she shouldn't be surprised by such things anymore, after all the strange things she had seen due to the Elric's. But this took the cake.
The woman's eyes flickered to hers, as if finally noticing Winry's presence, and she rubbed the back of her head, offering Winry an almost sheepish grin. " Man, really gets cramped up in there, ya know?" She smiled, stretching her pouted lips into what must have been a smile.
Winry pointed at her with an open mouth, and as if taking the hint, Alphonse shyly said, " This is Marta, Winry. She's a friend of mine and, uh, I was wondering if she could stay here with you for a little while." He shuffled his feet bashfully and twiddled his large thumbs.
This Marta character seemed to not like the armors words, and suddenly turned to him with a more than animistic expression. " No! No way are you two leaving me behind! I'm going to find that bastard Kimblee and those people in black! You can't stop me!" Her voice was terrifying as her entire body shook with anger. She actually tried to get back inside of Alphonse, but he head his head down stubbornly.
" There are going to be a lot of military dogs out there Marta. You'll have your chance at revenge some other time. Plus, you might be in even more danger when we run into Scar. He could tear up Al again and you'd be inside of him."
Winry jumped a bit at Edward standing so close behind her.
Scar?
She had been told about the lunatic Ishbalan who had been murdering state alchemists countless times. She remembered when Ed and Al had faced him the first time! His entire arm had been shattered! Blown to bits by the Ishvalan's strange powers. Just the thought of his blood red eyes made her insides knot up.
" Edward! Are you insane? Your not actually going to go after that lunatic again are you?" She cried.
Edward stared at the ground, a solemn look on his face. " We have to." His face changed to determination.
He looked back up at her with those amber eyes. " And we're leaving Marta here with you as protection. Just in case anyone comes here looking for...Trouble."
" And who says she can stay Edward! Do you think you can just drop people off here like it's an hotel?" Winry snapped, hands on hips.
Winry was feeling an energy she hadn't in months, despite her terrible nightmares last night after having confessed her feelings to Edward and...Other things.
She was very unsurprised that he was leaving. She had been expecting it. But it still pissed her off. And now he was dumping some...Weird lady off at her house and was just going to wave good bye while walking in the sunset while she stayed behind like some...Some sad house wife? He didn't actually believe she was going to relive what poor Trisha Elric had had to suffer, did he? Did he even realize he was doing the exact same thing he hated his father for? Making her sit around here waiting for him...her heart breaking to pieces from another love, having finally been mended by him, and then he was just going to...Take off? And then demand she let this weird fugitive stay with her?
No. No more!
Lust's woman empowerment speeches where finally coming back to her. And she wouldn't let him just have his fun with her and walk out! She wouldn't let another man hurt her ever again! And if she ever saw that Envy again...She'd give him a piece of her mind! She would whack him in the head with the biggest wrench she could find! Even if he batted those pretty eyes at her! But, she still highly doubted she would ever see the humunculie again...But she knew she now had the power to defend herself. If he never came back again, she wouldn't let him stun her like last time. She had been helpless, thrown out a window and carried to safety like some little girl.
Not anymore!
Winry's soul soared with inner triumph, and she knew Lust would be proud of her.
" Well...Ya...?" Edward answered her, looking a little taken aback by her sudden outburst. Needless to say, Marta was also a little stunned, and had taken a step back. The woman smiled, and elbowed Alphonse in his hallow ribs, causing an echoing sound. " See Alphonse? Now that they've slept together, he's her bitch. I told you!"
Winry's mouth dropped open and her bravado flew out the window. She then realized that that...Thing, must have been hiding in Al's armor the entire time the Elric's had been at the Rockbells. Which meant...That during Al's little speech...She had heard everything! Maybe even encouraged the poor younger Elric into saying most of his speech!
Winry turned the color of a fire truck and began stuttering out of control, and pointed to the woman angrily and embarrassed. She wanted to die. Right there. It took her a few moments to form words, but when she finally did, they came out in a screeching voice. " That creepy thing has been inside of you this whole time!" she blurted out.
Marta frowned. " So much for us getting along."
" Winry, Marta's really nice. And she's not creepy. She's just...Well..." Alphonse interjected, but his words failed and he looked down with -what Winry had to guess since real emotions could go across his face- was discomfort of some sort.
" She's a snake chimera. Designed by the sick scientists in laboratory five." Edward harshly whispered.
Winry turned back at him to see his eyes where down cast, and his bangs had fallen into his face. His hands shook with silent anger, and he bared his teeth at his feet.
Winry's anger subsided and she felt a pang of guilt for acting so harshly to the woman, and turned her attention back to her. Her jade eyes where narrowed and looking off into the hills Resembool. Now Winry really had time to study her face, her features, and she noted that she was in fact very beautiful. In a harsh, scary sort of way. She had a purple tattoo over her left side, and it was almost as deadly as her eyes, and the dagger she wore on her opposite shoulder. Her hair was short, like a boys, wheat colored and spiked back. A single, long strand, that she must have missed during her rough looking hair cut, spiraled in front of her, causing her to look even more intimidating. But, because it was Winry's nature, she could see a sadness to her. Her eyes where full of a burden and inner turmoil Winry could not comprehend. Ashe had seen the same look in both Envy, and Edwards, eyes countless times. Winry knew she needed help.
" You can stay. I...I'm sorry for um...Calling you creepy."
Alphonse and Edward both let out sighs of relief and Edward gave her one of his annoying smiles. " Now you two can become girlfriends! Winry does need a few of those. With having to deal with me and Al all the time, I don't know how she can stand it."
Winry felt a little pang of sadness, remembering Lust and Sloth, but before she could retaliate, Marta interjected. " So, you didn't sleep with her. I can tell. Pity, since you might not come back alive."
Now it was Edward's turn to turn the color of a tomato, and he turned to Marta with raised shoulders and clenched teeth. " Just just up Marta! It was none of your business anyway! And how do you know we didn't...Argh!"
Winry, once again, wanted to die. She was too overwhelmed with embarrassment to say, or even do, anything. She just watched as the little blond teen yelled at the now smug looking woman.
Pouty lips smiled once again, and jade eyes shifted to look down at Edward's crotch. A playful smile came to her lips. " A woman had her ways of knowing." She winked.
" Ya, a very old woman!" Edward screeched.
Now Marta looked pissed and hissed at him. Yes, hissed. And Winry didn't understand Edward's insult. Marta appeared to at least twenty five at the least. Young. Not old...But by the way she reacted, she must have been a lot older than she appeared.
" Who are you calling old? You little twerp!"
They where up in one another faces now, nosed touching.
" Who are you calling a little ant you can only see with a magnifying glass, you old hag!"
" I never said anything like that! And who are you calling a hag you-"
Finally, Alphonse picked up Marta, who squirmed in his arms and Winry was shocked at how her limbs twisted about, her bones seeming to dissolve and her limbs actually stretching around the armors arms.
Winry blinked in surprise. She really is like a snake...
Oblivious to her struggles, Alphonse held her away from Edward as he jumped in the air to kick, only stumbling forward and falling on his face.
" Please brother! No fighting!" he turned his head to Marta. " And that's enough from you to!" The snake chimera wrinkled her nose and gritted her teeth, but let out an impatient sigh. " Fine." She grated through clenched teeth, and was sat down by Alphonse.
Alphonse turned his attention back to his brother, who was still fuming, his face dirty.
Winry sighed.
He was so stubborn.
Memories of what they had done last night rushed to her mind, and she blushed crazily. He was so aggressive and stubborn to everyone else, when in reality he was very gentle and loving. But he still was aggressive... She could recall his automail hand on the side of her face, his warm honey colored eyes trailing over her features, his lips pulling into his adorable lopsided grin and his husky voice cooing in her ear. Just the sheer memory of his warmth sent butterflies erupting through her and she couldn't help but stare at him as he continued to argue with his brother, her eyes clouded with affection.
Silently, Marta had slithered away from the disagreement, and was standing next to her. Winry wouldn't have noticed, if she hadn't elbowed her softly in the ribs. Winry jumped, startled at the chimera's friendliness after she had been so rude, a stared up at her in confusion, and slight fear.
She was, in fact, very intimidating. But her smile was warm and she looked at one of the Elric's ( Winry hoped it wasn't who she herself was looking at) with an affection that matched her own.
" They grow on you, huh?" Marta smiled.
Winry smiled back to her, and returned her attention to the now fighting brothers.
Edward had jumped into the air and kicked off Al's head, but Alphonse continued to come at him. It was a bit comical, and Winry found it in herself to giggle.
" Ya...They Do."
She hadn't felt this alive in...Months. She hadn't thought she would be able to actually laugh ever again. But looking at Edward...The pain she had felt when Envy had...Had left her, seemed to go away. She knew he cared for her, that he would never leave or abandon her. Sure, he may go away for a long time, but only because of his goal. And because of his stubborn nature, his sheer will to carry on and fight all obstacles for the selfless goal of obtaining something sought as unattainable to get his little brothers body back...For some reason that justified his leaving. And made her love him even more. Dangerously so.
She found a pair of golden eyes on her, and she blushed. She had been gawking at him during her deep thoughts, and now, as he stood proudly over the flailing armor under his boot, Edward stared at Winry with an intense gaze. His eyes never wavering, never leaving hers and he walked to her briskly. It was a shame that he was so short, but his confidence made up for it in Winry's eyes.
Without a word he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him, which was a very "Anti-Edward" thing to do, since showing affection around others wasn't usually his style, and he was immensely shy when it came to girls. But his eyes still looked on to her and he drew her into him, his breath tickling her lips once again and causing the pit of her being to churn with uncontrollable desire. She let her eyes drift closed as his hot lips scorched hers, chaste and fast. She could feel his heart beating rapidly though his rib cage as he melted her into him. He tugged on her bottom lip with a hunger she matched, and she gladly opened her lips to him, allowing entrance into her caverns.
Oh my gosh...He's kissing me like this in front of Alphonse!
He moaned into the back of her throat, causing her to forget the presence of his younger sibling and even the snake chimera, who was probably still standing beside her. She returned his cry with her own whimper. Edward was like his own sun, radiating so much heat that her thin eyelids burned from the intensity, and her knees felt weak. But Edward held her strongly to him, never letting go.
She almost lost herself in absolute pleasure, until someone cleared their throat.
Winry heard it, but she wasn't sure if Edward had. He was still kissing her, and hadn't even paused.
The person cleared their throat even louder, impatient now, and Winry took it upon herself to pull back. Slowly, Edward recoiled his lips, then tongue from her mouth, but not before planting small kisses on her face. They felt like the beating of a moths wings on her skin, light and airy. She found her eyes where slowly fluttering open, she felt as if she was in a dream. Everything was so bright and foggy...
Her blue gaze met gold, and she stared into his warm depths now, allowing herself to drown in them before she had to stew in the absence of his eyes for god knows how long. Her body ached at the thought of him leaving her. He seemed to sense her panic, because the arm around her waist- which she hadn't noticed until then- tightened, and she snuggled into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
" Please come back." she whispered.
His body shook with laughter.
She frowned at him, but he could see.
" I'm the Fullmetal alchemist. Baddest dog of the state. How many times do I need to remind you?" He stated.
She sighed, blowing her now hot breath on his bare neck and causing him to shiver slightly. She smiled at his weakness but her dread didn't subside. Her anxiety was still gnawing at her.
He moved his head to the side and kissed her cheek softly, then she felt his lips on her ear.
" I'll come back to you Win. Whole this time. I promise."
Did he just not get it? Did he not understand that she didn't care about that? She didn't care that his limbs where fake, of his body was incomplete. He was all she needed. Just him. She would take him anyway. Even if...Even if he was like Alphonse. She knew that just having him near her would make things better. The pain she felt..It went away when he was near. Even the other side of her, the side that still yearned for Envy, had seemed to go to rest. She had almost locked it up that night, and she only felt slow stings of pain now. She was sure that was because of him. Her Edward. Her Fullmetal alchemist.
" Well, never thought I'd live to see the day when the two of you finally got together."
Winry stiffened at Grannies voice, and felt Edward do the same.
" Poor girl has to lean down because Edward is-" Marta began, but Alphonse must have covered her mouth.
Winry was thankful, but she could still feel Edward shaking with anger in her arms.
He turned his head to the on lookers, who where staring at the two of them with blank expressions ( Well, Alphonse with his usual expression). Pinako was smoking on her pipe, and after taking a long drag, blew excess smoke form her nose and snicked at Edward. Winry began to blush, and could see Edward was doing the same, but unlike herself ( who was stunned from utter embarrassment) he was clearly pissed. He pointed a finger at Pinako. " What's it to you, old hag?"
Pinako flared in anger. " Your putting your stubby little midget fingers all over my beautiful granddaughter! That's what!"
Edward fully pulled away now, and nearly jumped into the old woman's face, Winry knew she should have been used to this by now. It had been going on since she was a child. Her earliest memories where of Edward and her granny going at it. But there where always eye to eye. Now Edward had to look down at her. But the old woman merely looked up at him, showing no signs of fear. Anger flared into their eyes, causing visual sparks to fly.
" Who are you calling a half pint midget you shriveled old crone?"
" Why you disgusting little dwarf! I'll knock your block off!"
" Ya if you could reach! I've gotten a lot taller than you, ya crusty old bat!"
Winry and Alphonse both leaped in between them as both of them lunged, Pinako with pipe in hand and Edward with his automail fist raised. Winry locked her arms under Edward's while Alphonse picked up Granny Pinako, like he had just done moments ago with Marta, she kicked her little feet about angrily and squawked at the large Elric, who merely stared calmly at her with his wide, glowing eyes. Winry, on the other hand, was having a much harder time containing the oldest Elric. Edward was a lot stronger than she thought, and he bucked and tried to pull away like a pissed mare. She had to lean her full height into him, and was merely thrown off his back if it wasn't for Alphonse, who scooped him up with his other hand. Now he held both offenders by the back of their shifts.
They squirmed and squirmed, never calming down. She took a step back and bumped into the snake chimera, who was leaning against the side on the house now.
Winry saw Marta sigh and watch in dull amusement and roll her eyes.
" Geez. This place sure if lively, ain't it?" She sighed.
Winry frowned at her, then found herself smiling.
She found she liked the chimera's bluntness. It reminded her a lot of Lust. She felt another pang of sadness, but pushed it away. Winry then found herself staring at Marta in awe, and was amazed how she found herself to look for guidance in such strong, woman empowered, figures. And Marta was just that. She looked like she didn't take crap from anyone. No one could control her. She was a free spirit with deadly ambitions and attitude. A force to be dealt with.
Something Winry always wished to be.
" Let go of me Al! Your on her side, aren't you!" She heard Edward desperately screech.
She sighed.
Winry turned her attention back to the still squirming blond haired teen. His face was beet red and his teeth where gritted. He was furiously kicking at the air with all of his might, whereas Granny had given up, and now had her arms crossed, smoking her pipe and blowing the fumes into the air.
Winry sighed. " Ya. It is."
Winry watched the train slowly pull away. She waved into the air, the setting sun swallowing the trains slow retreating form. The orange light caught on something dangling from her wrist.
The bracelet slid down her arm, and she brought her hand down to inspect it once again. She had found it in her pocket, and knew Edward must have slipped it in there when he had embraced her before boarding the train. She also knew he had probably crafted the fine chain with alchemy. She had never seen a bracelet of this intricate design before. It was thin, almost invisible amongst her pale skin. It consisted of a small braided chain of what she knew ( from her expertize in automail) was silver, she guessed he must had made it from a scrap of automail and then changed it into the beautiful mineral it was now. It was simple. Scientific. And totally Edward.
She smiled down at her wrist, and touched the cool chain with her other hand. There was a small, silver heart dangling from the chain. She guessed that this was meant to be a charm bracelet.
Winry blushed at the idea of him making something like this for her.
He really is sweet.
" Hey."
Winry jumped as someone elbowed her in the ribs.
She then remembered that Marta ( the ever faithful body guard) had unaccompanied her to the small train station of Resembool to watch the Elric's leave. She had also been shocked when the snake had slithered up to Alphonse's body and playfully kissed his metal "cheek" with her plump lips. If Alphonse could have blushed, she knew he would have been. He had stuttered her a good bye and nearly ran onto the train. Now, as Winry stared up at the chimera, she wasn't as intimidated as before. She had an almost playful attitude, like Edward. Laid back and sort of..Cocky.
She sighed.
Yep. Cocky. One of Ed's more...dominating qualities.
But now her reptilian eyes where locked onto something, and Winry couldn't help but notice the way the woman's hand went to the handle to her dagger. Winry gulped.
" W-what is it?" She half whispered.
" That guy...Over there. He's been staring at you since he got off the train."
Winry slowly turned her head to where the chimera's death glare was being sent.
She was terrified that there would be some horrible pervert staring at her with a drooling mouth, but the man she saw was...Familiar. His hair was a golden blond, and pulled into a pony tail. He had a scruffy beard, and his glasses shielded kind, golden eyes. It was his eyes that drew her in. Amber. Just like...He ducked his had down, causing the setting sun to reflect on his rectangular glasses and shield his powerful eyes to her. Her sense of Déjà vu fled as quickly as it had come. She shrugged off her strange premonitions and turned back to the snake chimera, who's hand never left the blades handle.
Winry sighed and rolled her eyes. " What can say? Men can't help but ogle at beautiful girls!" Winry joked, making her eyes bright and looking off into the sunset.
Marta sweat dropped from beside her. " Ya...beautiful. Right." she murmured.
" Wow, Sarah, you sure have grown up."
Winry nearly jumped out of her skin and literally leapt into Marta's arms when a giant hand from behind her ruffled her hair.
She looked up to see the man, who had just been on the other side of the station, smiling down at her.
" S-s-sorry, I d-don't know you!" Winry screeched, and Marta suddenly took off, going faster than Winry could imagine.
She could only recall going this fast when she has played hide and seek with Wrath and Envy had carried her. The memory sent unwanted butterflies and flames to erupt in her stomach. Her grip on Marta's shoulder's tightened. Marta looked down at her, and raised an eyebrow.
" Someone you know?" The chimera asked. Winry stared up at her, and then looked back briefly, to see the man scratch the back of his head in confusion. Something about him...She remembered seeing someone that looked almost exactly like him somewhere...But where? Some part of her was saying that she should know him. That she knew him. But...She had never seen the strange man before.
Winry turned her attention back to Marta, who had her eyes before her. They weren't running anymore. Just walking. Winry felt a little funny being help like this by a woman. She blushed and cleared her throat, getting the snake's attention. " Y-you can huh...Put me down now." Winry murmured.
Marta looked down and Winry guessed she must had realized she was still carrying her. Marta laughed and set her on her feet, then rubbed the back of her head. " Sorry kid, your just so light! I forgot I was even carrying you!"
Kid?
Winry frowned and smoothed out her shirt. She wasn't sure if she liked this Marta yet. Sure, she was intriguing, and gave off a confidence that Winry envied. But her personality...
A loud gurgling sound interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to meet the eyes of a now slightly embarrassed Marta. They both sweat dropped once the silence stretched to far, and Marta nervously frowned. " So, huh, got anything good to eat around here?"
Edward bolted down the alley, teeth barred, golden eyes alert.
He was still in that damned disguise he had donned when he entered the city of Lior, and he was sweating under the long hair of the brown wig, along with nearly tripping over his robe.
A flash of red light jolted past him two his left, scurrying along the wall and knocking out a pipe. The pipe suddenly burst open, and let out a stream of acidic vapor.
Edward narrowed his eyes and stopped momentarily.
He turned around, and wasn't at all surprised to see Scar standing a few feet away. The man was, in every sense, scary beyond all reason. With his blood red eyes and strange x shaped scar on his forehead, which spread to his eyes and cheeks. His russet skin was taunt over his muscled body, and despite his size, Edward knew he was as quick as a whip. Something he had learned the hard way when he had first encountered the murderer.
" If you've come all this way to find me, then you must have some knowledge of what I'm planning." Scar stated, keeping his face set into a hard mask.
Edward just stared back at him, eyes fully focused and blazing a deadly amber that matched the crimson of his foe. " Ya, there's a rumor that your trying to do something really stupid. Like create the philosophers stone." He showed no sign of fear as he spoke to the intense man, something he couldn't have done a few years back. He had nearly wet his pants in the face of that lunatic Barry the Chopper.
Scar tensed slightly, and Edward then knew his assumptions must have been correct.
" You shouldn't interfere." Scar said in an low, ominous tone.
They stared at each other for a few moments, until Edward finally found his voice.
" There's something important I've been meaning to ask you, Scar." He started, still intently staring at the Ishbalan and never breaking eye contact. The criminal didn't interrupt, only stood, still as a statue, staring into Edward's eyes with his blood red irises. Edward continued, " For years ago there was a chimera in Central. Half human half dog-"
" I returned their souls to Ishbala." he said bluntly.
Edward's voice caught in his throat. " You killed a little girl." He managed to growl.
He suddenly was seeing in complete red. But he had more questions for the murderer. He tried to keep himself calm.
" Out of mercy. What else could you have done for her?" Scar asked.
Edward felt his anger boiling in the pit of his stomach and through his veins. He saw Nina's face. Saw her smile. Saw that dark dungeon her bastard of a father called a laboratory...Saw the circles made of blood... He knew he couldn't have done anything...And that's what pissed him off the most.
" Those are not the kinds of decisions that we're aloud to make, dammit!" He yelled now, clearly frustrated with the unfeeling Ishbalan and his own damned weaknesses.
The red eyed man stared at him intensely for a moment. Edward could feel the air circulating around him. He made his hands into hard, shaking, fists.
" Anything else you'd like to say now?" Scar asked, his voice acidic.
" With that kind of messed up logic you probably think it's okay to sacrifice Rose and her people too!" Edward spat. His anger was out of control now, and he clenched his fist tighter.
Scar narrowed his eyes at him. " How is it you know about Rose?"
Edward could feel the intensity of his red eyed gaze from even this great distance.
They stood staring at each other for another moment, until Scar lunged, bringing his arm with the strange transmutation circle into the air. Edward instantly brought his hands up and clapped them together, then made his signature blade from his automail arm. " Does that make me a threat?" Edward said as he brought his sword into the air, only to have Scar grabbed his automail wrist with his normal arm, then grabbed onto Edward's head with his proclaimed "Arm of God" or whatever it was the sick man liked to call his weapon.
Edward bared his teeth and ducked down, allowing Scar to take off his wig. He wiggled free of his hold on his wrist easily, and Edward leapt back, only to lunge at the Ishbalan again. Scar grabbed onto his automail wrist once again, red lights swirling around Edward's wrist and the man's giant tanned hand. When it didn't explode, Scar looked at it in confusion, giving Edward a chance to elbow him with his automail arm in the face, then kick him in the side of the neck with his automail leg. Scar raised his hand to the leg, trying desperately to destroy it, and Edward felt a bit of triumph with the red light merely fizzled out, and Scar threw the leg off of him like it was a snake. The red eyed man backed away and stared at Edward in bewilderment.
" What is this?" he demanded.
Edward stood fully and frowned at the confused man, " You don't get what's going on? Your not much of an alchemist, are you?"
" This arm does alchemy. Not me." Scar stated.
" Not true! Alchemy is understanding a composition. Breaking it down. Then remaking it as something else. You've been instinctively figuring out your enemies design then adjusting that arms alchemy to destroy them. But if you don't know what that substance is, you can't break it down," he clapped his hands together and placed his real hand on his automail wrist. Blue light shone for a moment, and he continued , " So I've been transmuting my automail into other metals, to keep you guessing!" He held up his sword arm proudly, but kept his face deadly serious.
Scar narrowed his eyes. " Now I understand."
Ya, I bet you do...
" But I can't keep doing this forever, because these different metals have some different physical properties and I'm screwing up the entire design."
And Winry would be pissed if I busted up my arm again...
Scar narrowed his eyes, and Edward lunged forward, " So I'm gonna have to make this quick!"
He swung his bladed arm in the air before Scar, narrowly missing as the large man stepped back out of reach. Fed up, Edward tried to kick him again in the face, only to have him dodge that as well. Edward clapped his hands together and placed his hand on the alley wall, creating a pillar behind Scar to trip him, but it only caused the colossal man to teeter. He wavered, and Edward took this as his opportunity to kick him in the face, sending him to hit a door and slide onto the ground.
Scar looked up at him, mouth bleeding blood the same exact color of his blazing, hate filled eyes. Edward punched him with his human hand, causing Scar's face to snap to the left, then picking the Ishbalan up by his tattered robes, he screamed into his bloody face, " You idiot, what makes you think you can sacrifice an entire city for your cause? You have no right to play god with these innocent people like that!" Edward stopped once he felt a large hand grip onto his flesh arm, which was still holding the scared man up right. He looked down quickly, to find his assumptions where correct.
Shit!
" Have you forgotten Edward? I can destroy human flesh as well!" Scar choked out sinisterly through his bloody lips.
Edward stared deep into his terrifying eyes. He knew he could blast his arm off any second now...
"Please come back."
He sapped into action upon hearing Winry's voice in his mind.
Remembering her saddened blue eyes, full of tears...Her small hands clutching onto his chest, her lips on his...The horrifying feeling of touching her face with his automail hand and just not feeling it.
Edward's eyes snapped into focus.
He had promised her, dammit.
And Edward Elric didn't break his promises.
Edward let out a cry, raising back his bladed arm high in the air, but before he could strike, something pierced through his blade, pinning it to a sign beside his head.
Two, long, black spears where sticking through the thick metal, and both Scar and Edward followed the deadly weapons back to a beautiful woman they belonged to. It looked as if the knives where actually coming from her fingers. Edward also noticed the blood red symbol on her snow white chest.
" Great," Edward growled, turning his full attention to the new figures standing a few feet away, " Humunculie." When the word left his lips it was full of venom and complete hatred for those monster.
The woman smiled with lips as dark as her raven hair.
" Please, feel free to call me Lust."
" And I'm Gluttony." Her small, portly partner, who was smiling a wide, toothy grin said.
Edward stared between the two, trying to decide which one to strike first.
" Do you understand why we've told you our names? Metal boy?" She purred that last statement with her silky voice, which was almost as seductive as he voluptuous body.
Edward wasn't giving into her velvety voice. He still remembered seeing her in laboratory 5, sitting on top of his little brother as she scratched his blood seal with her long claws.
He smiled bitterly. " Ya, you've told me, now you've gotta kill me, right?" He said this as he clapped his free, human hand to his still pinned automail, then paced his hand on the wall beside him. A pipe exploded beside the two creatures, who both disappeared in the haze and fell to their knees, coughing as they went.
Edward stood, motionless, hand still poised on the wall. He watched with anticipation as the fog cleared, but his heart leapt into his throat as the two badly burned victims rose like puppets. He watched with wide eyes as their flesh healed almost instantly, and the fat man waved his hands before him, " Oh yes, that burned."
The beautiful woman smiled and put her hand on her hip, then ran a hand through her now tousled locks, " You can get rid of us that easily kid. We're not weaklings like Greed." she crossed her arms over her full chest and smiled evilly in his direction.
But Edward watched as her smile faltered and her violet eyes attention was drawn to someone beside him. Edward only now heard Scars slow footsteps, and looked up to see a strange look on the mans hard face.
The creature who called herself Lust smiled and raised her shoulder, " Relax Ishbalan, we're just trying to help you...Or shall I call you Scar?" she purred, her unearthly eyes transfixed on the tense man.
" I don't need help from the likes of you," The red eyed man growled.
" If you can make the philosophers stone like you claim, we're going to help you whether you like it or not." she purred, her voice slightly acidic, then she turned her eyes to Edward, " and Blondie here best accept that to."
Edward frowned slightly.
Blondie?
Just when he was about to speak up, Scar pulled something from his robes. Edward saw the thick beaded chain curled around the mans large knuckles, and dangling at the end was the interactively woven locket with a blue stone, which caught even in the dim alley light.
Edward felt is skin heat up at the memory of making Winry's bracelet hastily before he left. No way was his stupid design anywhere near as beautiful at that. He shook his head, trying to focus on just what Scar was doing exactly. This was not the time to be thinking about Winry. Was Scar seriously trying to bribe the raven hair homunculus with jewelry?
" Does this locket mean anything to you?" The Ishbalan asked the homunculus, who stared at the locket with no hint of recollection whatsoever. But he continued on with his booming voice, " You gave it to my brother."
" Please, I don't know what your talking about." She sneered, narrowing her eyes at the man.
But the Ishbalan persisted, and angrily dangled the locket out before him. " You know more than you think!"
The homunculus eyes suddenly grew large, and her pupils nearly disappeared. Her face went slack and her black, full lips opened with from a slight shock. Edward noticed her body go slightly stiff as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. Suddenly she jolted, and barred her teeth, her eyes growing even wider and a strangled gasp coming from her lips as her body quivered.
The fat man beside her looked up at her curiously. " What is it Lust? What's wrong?" he asked.
Suddenly, her body fell forward, spilling her long, raven main to the dirty ground below. Before she could hit the grimy surface the man caught her in his arms. He threw her over his shoulder and turned around, but not before turning his head back to glare at Scar with wide, glowing eyes filled with no sense of humanity. His large mouth twisted and his face donned a look of complete hatred.
" I hate you. I hate you for hurting my Lust."
He leapt onto the closest building wall, and with a loud cry he leaned his head forward onto the stone surface, dissolving the stone with a hiss and creating a large hole big enough for his porous body to leap threw. Edward stared up into the gaping hole for a moment, before returning his attention to Scar, who was still staring after the fat humunculie and the woman he seemed to know.
" What exactly do you know about that homunculus?" Edward demanded.
The Ishbalan turned his head toward Edward, and his face twisted into a sneer. " That is none of your concern." Scar stated in his intimidating voice.
Edward glared at him, about to say something, when a female voice interrupted.
" Wait!"
Edward turned to see a girl, clad in white robes that covered nearly every inch of her. He could just make out her pink bangs from under a white hood, and he could stop himself from growing warm under her rich purple gaze. And then there was the other girl standing beside her. Her hair was black and cut short, and her sharp eyes gave him slight shivers. He could have sworn he had seen her somewhere before.
His eyes widened when realization hit.
" Rose?...Lyra?" he breathed.
He almost wouldn't have recognized her if it weren't for her eyes and pink bangs. She had...changed somehow. No longer was she the girl who he had met some years back. The girl with the bright smile and long flowing hair. Now she was...Different. She appeared to be timid and afraid. Not at all like the girl he had known.
Lyra looked at the man behind him,. Her expression almost as sharp as her eyes, " Come now Scar, perhaps you should tell Edward how you know that strange woman." Her face softened as she looked far off in the distance, " Yes, I think that's what Rose is wanting to say."
Edward's body tensed, and he felt his hands quiver as he looked into Rose's soft, expressive eyes.
" You...You mean...She's a mute now?" he whispered.
Rose's eyes turned into pools of softness, and her smile was even more gentle. She closed her half open lips and nodded slowly, confirming his accusation without words, but with her expressive eyes and movements.
OMG so, I just had to fix this whooooole chapter...Idk why, but all of the text was just SMOOSHED TOGETHER! so, How did I do with that last bit? Was copying episode 40 bad? Well, It will make more sense in the next chapter. Oh and I loved Marta so much, I decided to let her live! but How will Alphonse find out King Bradley is a homunculous, you ask! Ha! Not to worry, not to worry my dear readers. The story shall unfold as it should. And weren't you just screaming EW EW EW EW EW at your computer screen during that scene with Dante? Okay, after seeing her lick her arm and ask poor Hoenhiem of Light if he wanted to help her " have some fun with her new body" or soemthing like that in episode 44 ( youtube it, it was weird) I HAD to put in that scene. I hadn't realized how kinky Dante was.