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Of Sorrow and Greed... an FMA fanfiction. Chapter Two |
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Rating: T
Pairings: GreedxOC, RoyxRiza. Slight KimbleyxGreedxEnvy, RoyxOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, or any of the characters, except for Kaori. FMA belongs to the beautiful Hiromu Arakawa-san. Though FMA SHALL be mine... [Insert Evil Laughter Here]
Chapter Two: Fewer Kings Braid
The rest of the walk to Central Headquarters was very embarrassing. Now that Hughes knew my secret, he wouldn’t stop bugging me. I considered that once I got to Roy’s office, I’d ask Roy to order Hughes to leave me alone. Still, Hughes was a nice man, and I didn’t want to get him in trouble. So I wouldn’t.
“So, if you were to walk in on Mustang, and he was wearin’ nothin’ but a towel, his hair soaked and body drenched in water, would’ya faint?” Maes asked me, my face turning as red a tomato.
“Most likely. If I didn’t, I’d probably freeze in place.” I replied honestly.
“Mmhm.” I could tell he was making a mental note, probably to make sure it actually happened. I tried to hide my face beneath my auburn hair. “Say you fainted, and when you woke up, Roy was sleeping in a chair next to you. What would you do?”
“I’d probably hide under the covers.”
“So you’re really shy?”
“Really REALLY shy.”
“So, I’m going to guess that you’ve never told him how you feel.”
I nodded slowly, almost ashamed. “I thought, ‘What if he doesn’t like me back?’ If he didn’t I’d be heartbroken.”
He looked down at me, understanding in his blue eyes. “So you’re going to confess your love to him now?”
“Yes.”
“What if he doesn’t love you, and he loves someone else?”
“I’d... I’d run far away. I’d run anywhere, really. Just as long as I got away from him. Then maybe, I’d die, so my broken heart doesn’t kill me first.”
“Even if he doesn’t love you, suicide isn’t the answer. You’ll find someone else to love, and he’ll love you.” Hughes patted me lightly on the shoulder, then smiled. He pointed, changing the subject. “There it is! Central Headquarters!”
I looked up to where he was pointing, and my eyes widened. It was huge! Bigger than any mansion I’ve seen. But it was expected. It was a military base, with special and elite members; those who could use alchemy. Roy could use alchemy. He was known as the Flame Alchemist, and he had many girls running after him. It made me very jealous, but who could help it? He was hot.
My hands were trembling with excitement. Once Hughes opened those large doors, I leapt through them. There were quite a few military members just hanging around, and they all turned to stare at me. One in particular walked up to me. He had short, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A burning cigarette was dangling from his mouth, and he grinned.
“My name’s Lieutenant Jean Havoc. Nice to meet you, Miss! What are you doing here? What are you doing with Hughesy-Wughesy? My phone number is 754-982-!” I cut him off before he could finish.
“I’m not interested in dating people who I just glanced at.”
He blinked several times, processing my words. Then he finally realized I turned him down. He started sulking.
I giggled lightly, smiling. “Sorry.”
Jean shook his head, muttering ‘It’s nothing’ under his breath.
I then stared at him for a little while longer, before snatching the cigarette out of his mouth, and throwing it in the nearby trash bin. “You’ll die of lung cancer.”
He acted as if I had murdered his baby. He started stuttering, then ran down the hall, obviously to find another one. He soon came back with a whole pack, and pulled one out. He stuck the long white stick in his mouth, then shoved his hand in his pocket, searching for his lighter. “Damn it!” He ran back down the hall to retrieve the lighter.
I studied the other people, and noted that they all looked friendly; especially the youngest looking one, with black hair and glasses. He looked almost too shy to be in the military.
Before I could say hi to them, Hughes started dragging me down the long hallway. We passed Jean, who was running back to the group, a lighter in his hands. “I am capable of walking.” I told Maes.
He muttered a sorry, and let me straighten up, and walk beside him. Actually, more rather behind him. I wasn’t really paying attention, just following him, and that caused me to ram right into his back. He flinched slightly, but didn’t budge. His left hand was raised in salute, and I peeked to the side to see who it was he was giving respect to. “Fuhrer King Bradley, sir!” Maes stated boldly.
The man who was Fuhrer was tall, with dark hair. His face held a kind, wise smile, his one eye closed, but with a happy appeal. His other eye, however had an eye patch covering it. I wondered what happened to it. Was he shot? I continued to stare at him, and his clean, crisp uniform. He opened his good eye, and stared right back at me. I jumped ever so slightly. Hughes nudged me in the leg with his foot, and my hand immediately raised to salute the man. I tried repeating what Hughes said, but failed. “Fewer Kings Braid, sir!” My face turned red. I was em. Bar. Rassed. How could I screw up his name that badly? Bradley burst out laughing, and I could feel my cheeks getting hotter.
“Salutes down!” He said, still laughing. After his laughs subsided, he smiled widely. “I’m pretty sure few kings braid, Miss. You just made my day! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, I guess.” I replied. He walked past me, patting my shoulder. I swore I could hear him repeating it again, just as I felt Hughes’ eyes staring right at me.
“Fewer Kings Braid.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled.
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We were there. Right in front of those beautiful doors, leading to the beautiful office, where a beautiful man sat at his beautiful desk. Maes had already left for his office, leaving me alone in front of the doors. I waited though, for I could hear talking on the other side. Loud talking, but I still couldn’t make out any words. So I pressed my ear against the door, and made out very few words, such as b*****d, shrimp, and microscope. Then, the doors were pulled abruptly open, and I fell right on my face.
“Holy crap! I’m sorry!” A gloved hand reached down to me, and I grasped it. His hand was cold. It was only when I was fully standing up that I realized I had just gotten help from someone shorter than me. I looked down at beautiful golden hair, and golden eyes looked right back up at me. He was wearing all black, save for the red coat. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smoothed out my hair, and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
“All right, I won’t.” Then he marched away. I stared at him as he disappeared around a corner, muttering ‘What a rude little runt.’
Then, I remembered. The doors were open. I slowly turned my head, and met the gorgeous gaze of Roy Mustang. His hands were folded neatly under his chin, his perfect lips carved into an alluring smirk on his godly face. One of his delicate eyebrows arched, close to his midnight locks. “May I help you?” His voice was mesmerizing, and I suddenly felt weak in the knees. I closed the doors, and slowly walked over to him. I was surprised when I learned I could still speak.
“Now, is that how you greet an old friend?”
 Amadrei · Sat Jun 30, 2007 @ 11:30am · 0 Comments |
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