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Les Larmes Pourpres du Péché	By : Mayzen Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roy sighed as he waited at the light; he had to admit to himself that this was a nice place. He could see why his sister liked living here. Unfortunately he had been busy for the past few weeks to go and see her. It’s too damn early. The brunette thought but he had to go to work this early. He heard another call pull up besides his; glancing over he saw a Trans Am and it’s driver. He was mesmerized. Even in the dark and just his profile he was stunning and Roy thought everything to his hair and skin was golden. Roy was able to tear his gaze away to see that the light was green. The ‘golden’ one sped off to where ever he was going. Roy knew that brief profile was going to be on his mind for the rest of the day. He wondered if he’d be able to meet him again… outside of the car.

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Later that morning a few of military personal -who had the day off- were currently scoping out the lady folk… and their backsides. They spied one that they really liked and the rest of her wasn’t bad looking either… at least from the back. Too bad for them, for when one of their group just started to grope her butt; a foot came around and planted a hit on his calf and an angry fire burning in those onyx eyes. Unlucky for them they had been eyeing up the Flame Alchemist’s elder twin sister. Her eye twitched and a nerve pulsated in her forehead. She really hated perverts… especially ones that were enlisted; they should know better. Roselle could tell even though they weren’t in uniform. “I suppose I better talk your CO to file a complaint.” This annoyed her to no end… but this could play in her favor. A rather devilish smirk played on her lips, which those men knew to fear.

Hughes sat at his desk, adjusting his spectacles as he read a report. He sighed it was boring and he didn’t ever get the chance to see his friend yet… which he didn’t like at all. Not to mention the fact he couldn’t show off is precious little girl to the woman. He grinned at the thought of those two together. She would be almost like Gracia. He thought. He began to wonder how much she had changed over the years and how her wards were doing. Maes felt a little guilty for not telling Roy their names… but he knew that the raven haired woman would kill him… or do something that might be even worse if he did. Both of them knew that Roy was a ladder climber and someone might try to use those boys if he brought them to the military’s attention. Which he understood, she was as protective of them as he was of his Elicia. “Afternoon Dodo.” Came a teasing voice that Hughes knew as well as he did the nickname that he had gotten as a kid.

“Rosie!” He choked out while turning his chair. Said female was grinning from ear to ear. He stood embrace her -his chin settling on the top of her head- easily even though she was 5’11”. “How did you?”

“Some of the off duty soldiers were stupid enough to try and grope my ass.” Hughes winced; he hoped she went a little easy on them. He sat back down and motioned for her to sit as well. She hasn’t changed all that much…

“Did you grow out your bangs?” Lips curved upwards.

“Yes, my boy’s thought it would be a good look for me… and I couldn’t parade around as Roy anymore. Of course I’m surprised you haven’t sent me resent pictures of him but I always get one or two of your wife and daughter, you picture freak.” She spoke the last part rather fondly. He chuckled, truth be told he wanted to surprise her a little… it wasn’t like Roy ever sent her pictures of himself or a group one of his office. Maes decided to switch the subject back to what she originally came here for.

“I’m guessing you went to the head officer running this place about the sexual harassment?”

“Bet your ass I did, mentioned something about anyone that touches me like that next will be needing a doctor of some sort and then asked if you were now stationed here.” A grin. “He even mentioned that I reminded him of someone.” They both chortled.

“I suppose that on your way here someone touched you inappropriately.”

“About forty feet from your office.” Hughes sighed and shook his head. “Is Roy here too?”

“Yes, along with this crew.”

“So that means Riza’s here too.” The four of them had grown up together and when the Mustang twins’ parents died it had been their Aunt Chris that came to them to take custody when they were fourteen or so. Maes soon leaned back and rubbed his chin.

“Remind me how old are your wards now?”

“Edward is nearly eighteen and Alphonse is seventeen.”

“Ed’s in collage now isn’t he?” Roselle laughed from her belly.

“Maes Edward is in his third year. He has and is currently studies so many subjects it’s borderline ridiculous.” The raven haired woman laughed even more at the look of shock on her friend and confidant’s face. Anything she wouldn’t ever tell Roy she’d tell Maes.

Havoc heard laughter coming from Hughes office which wasn’t exactly normal. Peeking in he saw the back of Roselle; jumping to a conclusion. He quickly entered. “So… he isn’t sleeping around as much as he use too?”

“He hasn’t… to my knowledge had sex in the past three years.” Jean heard a bit of a snort.

“Hughes… are you cheating on y-” shocked yellow-teal orbs now glanced over his companion’s shoulder.

“What the hell Havoc?! Of course I’m not cheating on Gracia! Rosie’s an old friend of mine. I haven’t seen her in years. She came by today after talking to the head of operations here.” She half turned in her seat so she could look at Jean. The blonde took a step back considering how much she looked like his C.O.; just more feminine and very attractive. Onyx eyes frowned slightly at Havoc.

“Didn’t you say he was one of Roy’s little minions?”

“Yes I did say that Havoc is… and I’m guessing pretty soon Hawkeye might be here soon to round him up, if he’s shirking his duties.” To that the blue eyed man eeped. Roselle only smiled.

“Sounds like Riza to do that, I’m guessing she still gets on Roy’s ass about something.” A snicker from both but it was Hughes who answered.

“Mostly paperwork these days.”

“Sounds like when we were kids and did the same to get him to do his homework.” The second Lieutenant was now confused. How does she know the chief? “Of course this would be perfect for Roy to get out of his paper work to chase down his minion.” The dark haired man laughed knowing she was right. That’s when the door opened for a second time.

“Havoc what the ar-” Mustang stopped short when he saw here. “Roselle?” She gave him a wide grin and launched herself at him to hug him. It took him a moment but he wrapped his arms around her. They spoke quietly to each other in Lakota which Hughes understood a little. After the hugging ceased, she cupped his cheeks in her hands to analyze him.

“You grew your hair out a little.” She could tell since a tiny bit of his hair tie was peeking out from under his collar; a picture formed in her mind. “It suits you.”

“How do you two know each other?” The siblings turned to look at Havoc, she then glanced at him and Roy shrugged.

“Roy’s my little brother.” His jaw dropped while Hughes grinned.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filing a complaint.” By the look on their friends face the Colonel knew exactly what type of complaint.

“… I’m guessing that someone is injured?”

“Only one, I kicked him in the calf.” The taller raven shook his head a little about the idiot who had the audacity to grope her.

“You live here?”

“Yes.” Havoc grinned.

“Then you know the best place around here to have a good time?” The raven haired woman blinked, hearing the unvoiced line ‘to pick up chicks’.

“Yes…”

“Tell me please!” She rolled her eyes.

“The best place for drinks, music, food and a little dancing is a place called the Crimson Elixir. I’m fond of the musicians especially.”

“Live music?” Roselle nodded. Havoc planned on dragging them out tonight maybe even Hughes and Gracia.

“Maes if you need a babysitter tonight.”

“I’ll let you know Rosie.”

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Ed sat getting ready for work, he was already dressed in a bright vermillion -and always present gloves but were black instead of white; he had some jewelry about his neck- button up with his usual black leather trousers; there was a hit of fishnet under his slightly open collar. A silver chain was attached -his pocket watch also attached at the other end- to his belt loop. He also wore knee high boots with buckles running up the outer sides. His hair was in its usual braid, the make up he wore during the day was gone. Some touch up so his facial markings didn’t look like cut or embedded into his skin. The blonde was careful as he applied a layer of kohl around his eyes. He shook his right hand a tad since it still felt a little weird to have feeling in his automail limbs, even though the gloves felt nice against his hand. He finished the make-up around his eyes and stood picking up the ring of keys from his nightstand; putting them into his pocket. Edward made his way to his closet and pulled out his leather jacket that had fur lining around the collar; tonight was going to be chilly. After pulling it on he pulled a helmet out and tucked it under his arm. As he left he ruffled the fur on Lorcan’s head, and narrowed his eyes at Shay so the bothersome ghost didn’t follow him to work… again. “Have a good time Edward.”

“Knock them dead brother.”

“Thanks you two, see you later.” Walking out the door he pulled out his keys hit a button which opened the garage. He held onto them as he walked in coming out a few moments later walking out with his motorcycle into the driveway. After hitting the button again he slipped his keys back into his pocket. Ed straddled the red and black Harley Nightster after putting the kickstand down; proceeding to slip on his helmet. On the tank in front of Ed -in a different shade of red- was the Flamel that they had inherited from Izumi Curtis. He steadied the bike, turned the ignition kicked the stand up and sped off to work.

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Roy couldn’t believe that Hughes had gotten out of Havoc dragging them out to the club his sister had recommended. But true to her word the music was good but as of yet they hadn’t done any live singing. The bartender -who looked a little familiar- had told them that it should be starting reasonably soon. He watched as some couples on the dance floor, not a lot -with few exceptions- knew that he wasn’t exactly bias when it came to partners; none of them were long term. Jean was like a dog with a bone. He saw the blonde wandering about flirting with all the single ladies; also silently glad that he hadn’t dared tried with his sister. Their waiter -to Roy’s relief- was a man, he didn’t know what he’d do if it was a lady and Havoc was hitting on her… mostly likely fry the blonde man. The Colonel had to admit the waiter was good looking. He looked exotic Egyptian perhaps; He thought. Even though the visible jade eye off set that. But he was too tall for Roy’s tastes and not quite his type of the male persuasion. His midnight blues noticed a lot of woman swooning in his presence… but he didn’t really care. Everyone glanced up as a redhead bounced onto the stage to greet everyone.

Ed chuckled as Phoenix greeted everyone boisterously. “Hello all of you night owls! Thank you for joining us tonight.” For right now she was the only one lighted. “Since tonight is…” She tilted her head.

“I believe tonight is request night Eva.” The unlighted blonde muttered while twiddling his necklace. Their drummer ‘Sapphira’ had given it to him -a year ago- saying that it would drive away evil spirits or something like that. Ed didn’t really believe in that sort of thing but he couldn’t refuse something from a friend and it was rather nice and he liked it; she had called it a blue eye. The redhead was wearing black suit trousers and bodice that showed off her figure nicely and a royal blue top.

“Thank you Aurelius.” All of them had stage names. For the others it was their middle names but for Ed ‘Aurelius’ was chosen because it suited him well apparently; and they thought it was cleaver. Sapphira preferred to called by her middle name than her first; Kalliope. It suited her, since her eyes were like sapphires. She wore a choker with the ‘blue eye’ and was dressed in a punk Lolita Goth like fashion; with hot pants and lace fingerless gloves. Everyone one knew she didn’t dress like that outside of work. Carmine was similar to her, he preferred to be called by his middle name than his first; Bartollo. He had told Edward that he had been named after the patron saint of his home Lipari… also he went by Carmine since it was easier to pronounce for most. He wore black slacks with a white dress shirt. The regulars laughed at the teasing that went between them. Ed was mostly the only one that sang any foreign songs, unless it was Greek than Sapphira joined him or sang herself; or Italian then it was Carmine who sang, sometimes Ed played second fiddle.

Ed’s gold eyes watched Veril go to and fro across the floor; serving food and drinks. On normal days he wore a dress shirt and dark slacks. Though every so often though he wore a thin black tie. The aureate blonde adjusted the red tinted glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore them to help dim the auras he saw. Seeing too many auras at once tended to give a migraine. During the day he didn’t have too much trouble muting them a little but during the night while he worked for some reason it was harder to do so. At fourteen Ed had learned that red tended to help soften the colors a little. But he had made the lens himself to make the usually vibrant colors even murkier to his vision. Only exceptionally large and or powerful aura’s he could see somewhat clearer when he wore them. He chuckled as Phoenix finished the little intro and started playing the keyboard.

Roy couldn’t explain it, but he felt his body pleasantly shiver when he heard ‘Aurelius’’ voice. It also seemed… vaguely familiar some how. Havoc seemed to be enjoying the redheaded Eva -who to Roy looked like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Madonna when she played Breathless Mahoney; only with russet skin and red hair- more than the music. He did have to admit she was good looking and had a good voice. But I prefer my sister’s singing over hers. He wondered about that Aurelius in the back of his mind; if he could sing and what he looked like. Roy frowned that the rest of them weren’t lighted. While watching he idly wondered where he had seen the bartender before; but he couldn’t place where he might have seen him before. He seemed older than Roy by about 10 to 15 years. He seemed to greet military personal with a bit of a smile, more so than normal customers.

Over the course of an hour, Jean had danced with plenty of girls. Roy a few but he was more interested in Aurelius and highly annoyed that everyone but him had been lit up by the stage lights. Anyone could surmise that he was the keyboardist. It was mostly Eva and the dark haired guitarist Carmine that were singing; sometimes the strawberry blonde drummer Sapphira. “Now we have a treat for our foreign students.” The redhead spoke while smiling. The audience smiled as well especially one man in particular; Ed’s friend Mamoru who was with his girlfriend Selena. Both of them enjoyed Ed’s voice because he was very versatile. After a bit of instrumental Ed started singing ‘Rain’ by SID which made all the Japanese collage students get a tiny bit rowdy, but they were delighted.

“What’s he saying boss?” Roy looked glanced over at Havoc as he answered.

“I speak Chinese not Japanese.” Which was partly true, he only knew a few words but not fluently. The brunette somehow managed to grit out; highly annoyed that Havoc was distracting him from this… this… Siren or Incubus, Roy couldn’t decide which he was. The raven haired man was enthralled even if he couldn’t understand what he was singing. The blonde -who he remembered from this morning- was a rich tenor, slightly on the higher side. His midnight blues ogled the slim figure, curious as to what was under those clothes. Hawkeye’s sherry eyes glanced over at her superior officer. Even though Mustang’s expression was blank, she could tell where eyes were and mentally undressing. The corner of her lips quirked up, she knew him all too well.

Ed noticed a small flicker out of the corner of his eye, as he started ‘Ophelia’ by L’arc-en-Ciel. Taking a quick glance he saw that it was an aura, it looked vaguely like fire but because of his lens he couldn’t make out much more than that. He was still singing as he thought. Must be an alchemist. Ed had been more focused on the aura than the person attached to it, none the less his heart started to race a little. He knew it must be an alchemist because of his brother and Roselle… and a few other alchemists he knew he learned that the ones who were alchemically talented had bigger and more powerful auras than most… also mentally strong people also had bigger auras than the average person too. Of course there were various reasons why some auras were larger than others. The blonde was use to everyone staring at him… mostly because of his stature, second place was lustful not that he ever noticed those particular stares. For another half hour he sang some more Japanese songs, but a few French and Spanish were played as well. Towards the end of his last song, Ed spotted a man he would have been more than happy to never see again. Edward hated the fact he looked just like him. He could only wish to throw something at that man. How the hell did that bastard father of mine find out where I worked, I know Roselle wouldn’t tell him shit. A frown deeply creased his brows, but he didn’t let his deep seated anger get the better of him… yet. As soon as the last note was played he stomped off towards the back, he knew everyone would keep Van Hohenheim away from him and out the back rooms while he made his get away in the mean time.

The short blonde’s right fist hit the wall creating a dent. “Edward!” He winced.

“Sorry Elma… I just hate that son of bitch.” Elma Crowley sighed, everyone knew of his distain for his father. The light green haired woman settled her hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Jack will take care of him, you go home.” He nodded gratefully. Elma and Jack Crowley were the ones who had taken Sophie in when her father died; they were delighted to have her apart of their family. She got along well with the Crowley children; they acted like she was their sister. Soon Veril stepped into the room, obviously worried about Ed. When the blonde had first met the man he was wary and a little frightened -not that Ed would ever admit it out loud- of him. His aura was… well to say it was odd was an understatement. Black surrounded his body like an outline, but beyond that black halo were mostly shades of green -the non-jealous kind-, mild reds and blues with hints of gold. Ed quickly realized that the black didn’t pertain to his soul and such; it most likely hinted at a dark past or background… also no evil intent ever filtered into his senses only kindness and perhaps loneliness. The 6’5” man leaned against the closed door so no one could get in.

“Will you be alright Edward?” Came Veril’s deep voice, he gave the very tall man a grin.

“Yeah I’ll be fine as soon as I get far away from that bastard.” The blonde pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to the elder man. “You’ve got a lunch date tomorrow.” Ed held back a titter as jade widen comically, dart up to look at him and gape. “Don’t be late tomorrow.” The brunette barely got a word out before Ed slinked out the back. With a sigh and a half grin his green eye looked back to the paper in his hand. A blind date…? Tomorrow should be interesting and enjoyable if it is who I hope it is.

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The blonde quickly made his escape know that a former military alchemist could only hold off his bastard of a father for so long. He slipped on his helmet -jacket already on- and rolled over the engine of his motorcycle. To say the least he burned rubber while leaving to get home. Inside; everyone in the audience wondered why he left so abruptly. His friends on stage had an inkling why he did and were correct in their assumptions. Ed was very nearly speeding just to get home; where he felt safe. There was no way that Van Hohenheim would dare break into the home risking jail just to see them… although Edward wished he would try so his butt would be thrown behind iron bars. As quietly as he could he drove up into the drive way, opened the garage with the click of the button and parked his motorcycle inside. Still as quietly as possible Ed went inside and heard the grandfather clock chime the half hour. The blonde knew it was late, so his brother and guardian were sleeping by now. After locking the door behind him he climbed -after kicking off his boots- up the stairs to his room. As he entered he stripped off his shirt -he’d flung his jacket onto his bed for now- and the fishnet under it, tossing them into the hamper. Lorcan lifted his head yawned then settled back down. He went into his bathroom to clean off the kohl and the case for his glasses that had been in his trouser pocket was placed on the counter before he shucked off his trousers and socks. As he left the bathroom those were promptly thrown into the hamper as well. Only clad in his boxers he slipped into his bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. Every time he saw that jerk he thought about his mother which in turn made him poignant then pissed at him for leaving; making her sad and for trying to get involved in his life now. It also brought back the emotional memories of feeling unwanted by him; the feeling only intensified when the brother’s were left to find for themselves when Trisha passed away. So he didn’t understand why the jerk wanted to get to know him now. He wished that Theophratus Bombastus Van Hohenheim would just leave him be. If Al wanted to see him Ed wasn’t going to stop him; but he wasn’t going to see that SOB anytime if ever in the near future. As Ed started to doze off a grin appeared; not even notice that Shay was tugging the blanket up to his shoulders. I can’t wait to see the look on Roselle’s face when I tell her she has a blind date tomorrow.

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“You called for me Dahn Ahtes?” The redheaded spirit asked as he phased through the wall. A glowing red eye focused on him.

“Sii Shay, Son iitae vuhnderng como Edward iitae ofahng dupo lahshahng trahbahu.” Came a rather bass voice. The ghost ran a hand through his hair, as much as he teased and have Ed a hard time; he really cared about the blonde. Even though he had been… resentful at first when he had been assigned to watch Edward. But as he watched the then boy struggle to get the use of his faux limbs the blonde grew on him. At first Ed didn’t see him, but got glimpses of Shay a few months before his twelfth birthday.

“He… seemed rather distressed before he went to bed… but as he started to fall asleep he suddenly grinned.” A chuckle came from the other occupant of the room. The eternal boy tilted his head wondering what was so funny.

“Vosfe tenjo chib iiho.” A medium sized creature flew into the beings slightly shadowed lap. A veiled hand reached to pet the beast which seemed to be pulled straight out of mythology. It was a fire red scaled dragon; it crooned at his touch, lids covering dark blue irises in delight. Long in body, no wings, four clawed limbs with a bit of black fluff at the end of its tail. “Aez daho pochii cahlii wah ee uh bis no quahl Son sapii pochii. Miien uh mahsho cen ahbahndoe vos sudenel hahtyahng modor ee vose laif, vurder bii taento quahlng ofahsah vos siincah?” Shay growled he should have realized it when the blonde had that look in his eyes when he came inside. The spirit had seen it before. He knew everything about Ed since he had been around him for years.

“What the hell is that assholes deal?” Blue eyes saw the other shrug, calming down Shay asked. “How is Dahnah Maitel?” The other’s hand twitched.

“Canojii wah fain… dem dahishe. Son cahn iikaii thah. coiishto … noii sahns coiishto wah iirng daho pahsahr.”

“Should I watch Ed more closely?”

“Sii Sone bii liisto aez vel, dem Edward vahfe bii diliijahnt, cahlii ofahs etah iil towahr ange noii gahb el aend sapis shto daho onahdah per.”
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