emelyfiction

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 13:02:22 GMT

Hey, back again, but not with anything new. At least nothing I think I can post up yet. However I'm gettng out of my slump I think, and I will be continuing the second chapter of the proluge for the Silhouette Mirage novelization Im doing that will eventually be turned into a webcomic.

However, I really, really, really need a beta reader. That is someone who can read over what I'm doing and look out for any grammatical mistakes. I would need someone who is patient and good at scoping mistakes like that out cause often times I make many tiny mistakes that I always overlook no matter how often I proofread. Hopefully someone who has played it too so they can help with it content wise---but that won't be neccesary since everything will be explained as the story progresses.

Any takers?

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 23:46:52 GMT

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now. (I miss my dad so, so much.)	✓ I don't watch much TV these days. (There aren't that many good shows on anymore...I watched the Transgeration series for a while but thats about it.)	✓ I own lots of books. (Waay to many. Where people buy an abundance of clothes I buy an abundunce of books. I don't think I've been shopping for clothes since I was about...I dunno 11. But thats probably because I haven't grown much since then..)
✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. (Glasses. I might switch over but I think Im the type who looks better with glasses.)	✓ I love to play video games. (I was a more avid gamer when I was younger...but its not so much because I've grown up as rather I preferred SNES games and such as to most that comes out today.)	× I've tried marijuana.
× I've watched porn movies.	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	× I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
✓ I curse sometimes.	× I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.	× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.

* * * * *

× I have broken someone's bones.	✓ I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.	× I hate the rain.
✓ I'm paranoid at times.	× I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.	✓ I need/want money right now. (With dad gone we rarely ever have enough food in the house...I've applied for two jobs. Hope I get one soon.)
× I love sushi. (I hate ALL seaffood.)	✓ I talk really, really fast. (Only when speaking in my native language--Spanish.)	× I have fresh breath in the morning.
✓ I have long hair. (Eh....mid length I'd say would describe it. I guess it all depends on what you define as long. I'd say about three inches below my shoulders.)	× I have lost money in Las Vegas.	✓ I have at least one sibling. (Two much older brothers.)
✓ I was born in a country outside of the U.S. (Yes, I was born in a village called Villa Altagracia in the Carribean Island of the Dominican Republic.)	✓ I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. (Fake fingernails once, I just wanted to see what it was like. I hated it and am never doing it again.)	× I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
× I like the way that I look. (No, no, no.)	× I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.	✓ I am usually pessimistic.
✓ I have a lot of mood swings.	× I think prostitution should be legalized.	× I slept with a roommate.
× I have a hidden talent.	× I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.	× I have a lot of friends.
× I have pecked someone of the same sex.	× I enjoy talking on the phone.	× I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants. (I don't but I easily could and probably will be doing so in college XD)
× I love to shop and/or window shop. (I DESPITE WINDOW SHOPPING. Even more so then shopping itself.)	× I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.	× I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
× I have a mobile phone.	× I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.	✓ I've rejected someone before. (One guy..)
× I currently like/love someone.	✓ I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. (And it is driving me insane with college just around the corner.)	× I want to have children in the future. (No. Children are sweet and all but I don't think I'd be a very good mother, and I wouldn't want to indrectly hurt someone.)
✓ I have changed a diaper before.	× I've called the cops on a friend before.	× I'm not allergic to anything.
✓ I have a lot to learn. (Everyone does.)	× I am shy around the opposite sex.	× I'm online 24/7, even as an away message. (Not quite but near.)
× I have at least 5 away messages saved.	✓ I have tried alcohol or drugs before. (Not anything severely...just a little sip of wine or something. I had my first real drink about a while ago but it was among family--with my mom and cousin Fior around. It wasn't anything strong either and it was mix with sprite to dull it even more. I hope not to give any of those enough of a chance to capture me.)	× I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
× I own the "South Park" movie.	× I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.	✓ I enjoy some country music. (Sure. I try not to dislike a song because of its category. I liked a broad range of music and I think the only exception might be Rap.)
✓ I would die for my best friends.	× I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.	× I have used my sexuality to advance my career. (Haha...what sexuality?)
× I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. (I dont like sweets much...)	× I have dated a close friend's ex.	× I am happy at this moment. (Eh..not particularly but Im not sad either. More just bored.)
× I'm obsessed with guys.	× Democrat. (AHH!)	× Republican. (AHH!)
× I don't even know what I am.	× I am punk rockish. (I despise subcultures.)	× I go for older guys/girls, not younger. (Age doesn't matter to me)
× I study for tests most of the time.	✓ I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.	× I can work on a car.
× I love my job(s).	× I am comfortable with who I am right now.	× I have more than just my ears pierced.
✓ I walk barefoot wherever I can.	× I have jumped off a bridge.	× I love sea turtles.
× I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.	✓ I plan on achieving a major goal/dream. (I want to start up the first LGBT shelter in my city.)	× I am proficient on a musical instrument.
× I hate office jobs.	× I went to college out of state.	× I am adopted.
× I am a pyro.	✓ I have thrown up from crying too much.	× I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
× I fall for the worst people.	× I adore bright colours. (I like all colors really.)	× I usually like covers better than originals.
× I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.	✓ I can pick up things with my toes.	✓ I can't whistle. (and I hate it. I want so badly to be able to.)
× I have ridden/owned a horse.	× I still have every journal I've ever written in.	✓ I talk in my sleep. (I went through a phase were I had Night Terrors. So it was more like screaming but oh well.)
✓ I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century. (I can't quite say where I'd like to be though.)	✓ I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.	× I wear a toe ring.
× I have a tattoo.	× I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.	✓ I am a caffeine junkie.
× I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.	× If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.	✓ I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
× I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.	✓ I'm an artist.	✓ I am ambidextrous. (Sorta...I write with my right hand but then pick stuff up with my left.)
× I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.	× If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.	✓ I have terrible teeth. (ashamed)
✓ I hate my toes.	✓ I did this meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.	× I have more friends on the internet than in real life.
✓ I have lived in either three different states or countries. (Dominican Republic, New Jersey, Pennysilvania.)	× I am extremely flexible.	✓ I love hugs more than kisses. (Well I don't know if I can say this honestly since I've never kissed anyone...but the idea doesn't particular appeal to me. But I absolutely ADORE hugs.)
× I want to own my own business.	× I smoke.	✓ I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.
✓ Nobody has ever said I'm normal.	✓ Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then. (I don't restrain my tears on those things unless someone else is around....and if they are I wait till they leave and then let loose. :D)	× I am proficient in the use of many types of firearms and combat weapons.
✓ I like the way women look in stylized men's suits. (drool* Indeed :D)*	✓ I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me. (I hate upsetting people more then anything.)	✓ I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.
× I have played strip poker with someone else before.	✓ I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help. (Well more like the school made me seek help--I didn't particularly think I needed it : /)	✓ I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
✓ I can't stand being alone.	✓ I have at least one obsession at any given time.	× I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again. (People do this? o_o)
× I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.	× I'm a judgmental asshole.	× I'm a HUGE drama-queen.
× I have travelled on more than one continent.	× I sometimes wish my father would just disappear. (I wish he would BE HERE.)	✓ I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am. (sigh and thats a habit I really, really wish I didn't have. Only its even worse when people compliment me on things I truely don't think I'm good at because then I feel I am not living up to their expectations.)
✓ I am a Libertarian.	✓ I can speak more than one language. (English and Spanish.)	× I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
✓ I would rather read than watch TV.	× I like reading fact more than fiction. (Depends on what kind of fact and what kind of fiction.)	✓ I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do.
× I have no piercings.	× I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.	✓ I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. (Its not that I ever wanted to be a boy...but when I was about 8-11 years old I kept wishing I was genderless. O_o Seriously.)
✓ I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night. (Well....not THAT specifically but I have spent Christmas alone. And on one Christmas my mom told me I was going to hell X_X)	✓ There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.	× I like most animals better than most people.
× I own a collection of retro games consoles.	× The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.	× I have hit someone with a dead fish. (Haha...:D)
× I am compulsively honest.	× I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.	× I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.
× I have gone from wishing I was a girl to revelling in being a boy to feeling like a girl again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.	✓ I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders. (^^)	✓ I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.
× I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.	× I dislike milk.	× I obsessively wash my hands.
× I always carry something significant around with me.	✓ Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.	× I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others.
× Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.	× I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document.	✓ I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird. (Threesomes. Not in the sexual sense though.)
× I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.	× Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.	× I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.
× I do not 'get' most comedy acts.	✓ I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing. (Some are...and others just simply have certain circumstances.)	× I don't like to chew gum.
✓ I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.	× I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.	✓ I had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.
✓ I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.	× I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.	✓ I love to sing. (I would love to go into Musical Theater...but Im afraid I don't have the talent for it and its one of those 'do or don't' sort of deals.)
× I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.	× I have a custom-built computer.	× I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.
× I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.	✓ I've gone skinny-dipping. (Heehee....in a hottub....while it was snowing XDDD)	✓ I've performed in three plays. (The Seven Deadlies, The Great Urashimo Taro, and The Children's Hour.)
× I enjoy burritos.	× I'm Irish and loving it.	✓ I have a thing for redheads.
× I am a twin!	✓ Most of the times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.	× Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else. (No. And of all the things I could change about myself it'd be to have that ability.)
✓ I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.	× I sleep more than 12 hours a day.	✓ I wish I could be prouder of what I've accomplished, but it's never enough. (sigh)
× I need more time to myself.	× I wish I was more open-minded.	× I hope that I go really prematurely grey.
✓ I download songs from the internet.	× I've just reenacted chapter 58 of Death Note with my best friend.	✓ I say random things to freak people out. (I adore doing this.)
× I'm still a little mad about the ending of Death Note.	✓ I love playing Truth or Dare. (I guess this is where I reveal how vain I am....I like to tell people about the things they don't know about me....but I'm too frightened to come out and say it so this is one of the opportunities to get that chance.)	× I love listening to slow music, but I hate singing to it.
✓ Music helps me remember that I am not alone.	× Playing my favorite sport makes me temporarily forget my problems.	× I think this survey is particularly long.
× I prefer my LJ friends to my real-life ones.	× I can only hate someone that I love.	× I've ordered an extra two shots of espresso to an Americano at Starbucks.

Classic Megaman: TeaTime

Mon, 22 May 2006 20:10:09 GMT

I actually wrote this particular piece two years ago but I want to put it up for several reasons:

1) It was my first fanfic~

2) I want to have all my work collected here.

and 3) Once again I just have that obsessive compulsive need to put something up here. Only two more days of classes left! Then finals and then I can FINALLY start writing again. So for now this is all I have.

Title: Tea Time.
Fandom Classic Megaman.
Genre: Family Fluff
Rating: G
Characters: Roll, Blues.

(Authors Note: I noticed that there are alot of fanfictions out there that give insight to Rock and Blue's relationship, but none about Roll and Blues! This is just a short, very unplanned or thought out thing I wrote just out of boredom. I hope to maybe improve on it later, and probably write one from Blues point of view too. But for now I'd just like to see what everyone things of this. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All mentioned characters in this story belong to Capcom.)

She only just barely kept herself from swearing outloud as she dropped the box of teabags, something which made her realize just how nervous she was. She had never cursed before, and honestly it had never really ever crossed her mind to do so. Just goes to show how nervous he made her. She hadn't been expecting him to show, she never knew when he would nor did anyone else. He came and went as he pleased, sometimes taking months to return and othertimes coming back within a week. It was simply his nature, he never stayed for to long.

Roll sighed heavily and scooped up all the bags that had fallen out from the box. "You need help in there?" a voice called.

"No thank you! Everythings quite under control." she lied, amazed at how calm her voice sounded. She felt quite the opposite inside, but she was use to hiding how she usually felt behind a smile. She usually always was a little nervous whenever Blues appeared, but today even more so because it was just the two of them. Rock and her father had left earlier to pick up some supplies from the city. Things had been calm recently and they had decided to do her the favor of doing her out-of-home chores. She smiled rather twistedly, she had been so grateful previously but now she wished she had just gone and done the work herself. She put a pot on the stove to heat. It wasn't that she hated Blues, or disliked him. Quite the contrary, she loved him despite his absence for most of her life. That love which is just there, and will always be there. The type one has for another family member which is never really doubted. But that, is the reason she felt so uncomfortable around him.

She poured the hot water into a mug and place a teabag inside. She grabbed their container of sugar and headed towards the small kitchen and placed the items in front of Blues before taking a seat across from him. The thing Roll most desired was a normal, big family. She wanted things to be like they were before Wily had betrayed them all, but she also wanted Blues to be with them. To stop going off like he always did. It depressed her to no ends how torn her family had become. Six dead. Iceman, Elecman, Gutsman, Bombman, Cutman, and Fireman. She really had considered them siblings too, and to have had killed them was almost to much for her. The only thing that had kept her from completely breaking down was the fact that Rock hadn't. He was the one who had actually been forced to do the killing, she couldn't imagine how horrible it had been for him. She recalled he had felt down for days afterwards, but he made it. So she had to, too. She had hoped that maybe they could pick up the pieces and move on and live normally after that, but of course Wily insisted on continuously causing trouble for them, so Rock was almost always off having to stop him. Father was always busy trying to create upgrades. And Blues. Well Blues was Blues, never there.

She stared at him now, a bit disappointed he hadn't even touched the tea she had made for him. But what had she expected? They were robots and so they didn't really need to eat or drink. She was a bit accustomed to it since she always had to make sure that she had prepared things correctly but he musn't eat much with all the meandering he did. She looked away a bit embarrassed that she had been staring. She had never really talked to Blues before which she found a little sad considering they were siblings. So to speak. Any other time he had visited, Rock and father had been here so she just let them have their reunion wile she busied herself with making the meal extra special. That would probably explain why she was at a loss right now as to what to say. She hated awkward silences and this was certainly one if she had ever experienced one.

"So," she began, shifting uncomfortably and lifting her eyes to his. She hated those shades. She really wished she could see his eyes, maybe then she could get some insight as to how he was feeling but she was pulling a complete blank. The only thing she could really pick up was possible boredom, and she really hoped he wasn't feeling that. "How are you?" she ended her sentence.

"Pretty good." he replied simply, shifting his head so the his scarf covered his mouth. She vaguely wondered how he had gotten it and when. She had always remembered Blues with it. She studied it for a moment a bit put off by the untidy ends and scattered holes. It bothered her. Reminded her that Blues too was sometimes involved in dangerous fights. Rock wasn't the only fighter in the family. But also, just its untidy state of being was bugging her quite alot. She couldn't stand untidyness, it was a pet peeve of hers. She tried to look away from the scarf but her eyes were fixated on it and she could slowly feel a huge sense of agitation growing in her.

"Give me your scarf, I can sew it up." she said, her voice automatic and monotonous. She held out her hand expectantly.

He started a bit, which Roll guiltily admitted gave her a slight feeling of triumph. He shook his head and wrapped his fingers around the mug's handle "Its alright, thank you."

"Give it." she said in a bit more of demanding tone. She didn't mean to be rude, but the scarf was bugging her to an abnormal extent and she just NEEDED to fix it. She HAD to fix it, so bad was her urge to that it could almost be considered an obsessive-compulsive desire to do so, she felt if she didn't she would explode. She only received a stare for a moment which again she couldn't figure out what emotion it held because of those cursed shades. After a moment though, he gave in and handed her his goldenrod scarf. She scampered away, and shortly returned with her sewing tools and set to work at the table.

"You seem to like to keep things tidy." he commented, a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

Roll smiled at it, but only half of her mind was paying attention to him now. She was engrossed in her work right now. "Yea I do. I'm a housekeeping robot so anything that isn't perfectly organized sets me off." she vaguely noticed him letting go of the mug's handle, but paid it no mind. "But its not just because of my programming that I do it. I like to. I love to cook, clean, sew. Theres always so much to do every day that it keeps me preoccupied, keeps my minds off things I rather not dwell on." she nodded keeping her eyes on her work and she diligently worked.

"What things?"

"My worry about you and Rock, if we'll ever live a normal life, among other things." she said casually. In the back of her head she noticed she had become alot more relaxed, now that she actually wasn't thinking so much about him and what he would make of her it felt easier to talk to him, almost natural. She didn't know why but she felt as if she had to make a good impression on him, hoped that if she did that he would find some reason to stay.

After a moment of silence she lifted the scarf and unfolded it. It hadn't been as bad as she thought it would be, so it hadn't taken to long. "There, much better." she said proud of her work. It was quite fine, if she did say so herself. She handed it back and was delighted to see the faintest hint of a smile on his face "It is, thanks." he said and stood up to tie it in his usual fashion. She fussed over him for a moment, feeling much like a mother towards him as she usually did to Rock. She was unable to mask her disappointment when he said he had to go, had she bothered him by it?

"It was nice seeing you." she said meekly, her nervous demeanor returning.

"It was nice seeing you too, sis." he said and ruffled her hair before teleporting away. He ruffled..her hair? She cautiously raised her hand to her head and patted it trying to get accustomed to the strange feeling. She smiled, he had called her sis too. She was still disappointed at the fact he hadn't decided to stay, and it would continue to bother her but it was nice to know that he cared. She picked up the mug of tea and was even more surprised to find it empty.

Empty.

She smiled and turned to the kitchen, humming a familiar tune.

First attempt at a colorbar

Sun, 21 May 2006 00:42:01 GMT

My first attempt at a colorbar. Rather pathetic, and I think only two people will ever use it (myself and theycallmerae but oh well. I had fun.

Silhouette Mirage is ~~sadly unrecognized~~ love!

Made by emelyfiction

Silhouette Mirage is such a fun game...so much that Rae and I have decided to try and do a webcomic about it. She'll be drawing it and I'll be writing it. We probably won't start for a long time though since I need to beat the game still and I want to finish up all my challenges first. I'm going to be novelizing it first so we can get a good idea of what we want to leave in, take out, and add. Seeing as how it has alot of religious context I'll have to be doing alot of research too but I've always found religion rather interesting <3

Oh! And if anyone else actually -does- want this just leave a comment and I'll give ya the code. <3

Meme

Thu, 18 May 2006 20:36:16 GMT

Just wanted to have something other then those plans which are s.l.o.w.l.y. being fufilled up so I stole this FMA meme from boopkit

FAVORITES

Favorite Elric: Edward.
Favorite Alchemist: In terms of character or ability? If the first probably Edward, if second probably Mei.
Favorite Military Personnel: Hmm...probably Roy.
Favorite Homunculus: Envy XP
Favorite *other* character: Ling~
Favorite female character: Winry
Favorite male character: Hmm...either Envy or Ling.
Favorite Episode: Episode 7, "Night of the Chimera's Cry."

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CHARACTER(S) YOU WOULD LIKE TO...

Kiss(or Hug): I'd love to hug Al~ He's such a sweetie. or Winry. Cause she's so pretty~
Punch: Tucker
Kill: Tucker. T_T; all these negative ones are probably gonna end up being Tucker.
Give a haircut to: D: I like everyone's hair the way it is!

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RANDOM

Which character are you most like: I don't think I'm really like any of them...maybe Sheska? I dunno...
Cutest kid: I liked Clause -^^-
Which Homunculus/Sin describes you the best: Sloth.
Character you love to hate: I hate Tucker but I don't love hating anyone. Except Axis and Azhure but they are from a different fandom XD

Shit shit shit.

Wed, 03 May 2006 00:14:33 GMT

Man...sixteen days left of classes but are they dragging on! Not only that but the teachers INSIST on piling on as many last minute projects on us. I've got an in class essay tomorrow, a chemistry project, last week I had two tests and three presentations, my psych project is coming up, and I've got some Chem stuff I've gotta make up. >< Sonabitch. I was hoping to hit the 1/3 mark for my EnvyWinry stuff last week but it didn't happen. In fact I only got one thing of my list last week done >< *sigh* Compiled a new list, this one just to cross off as I go along without any deadlines. I doubt I'll get any of this stuff done till Finals are over though...made em in the order I'm getting them done.

fma_fuh_q

~~1) EdwardPaninya~~

20inkspots

2) Do you Believe in Ghosts?
~~3) The Ballroom at Midnight.~~

30kisses

4) Excessive Chain.
5) Kiss.
6) Cradle.
7) Ano Sa
8) 10

For theycallmerae

9) JetWinry
10) KurtWinry
11) HalMegKurtJetRoam [omgwtf]
12) HalShynaMeg

For ceruleansan

13) EnvyWinryEdward

Own Projects

14) EdwardWinryAlphonse
15) EnvyWinryRoseEdwardAlphonse [double omgwtf]
16) HamelSizer
17) KagomeKikyo
18) RabiRinali.

Shit. Thats alot of crap. o_o

Original. Lokii/Niah. Jackie's Strength by Tori Amos.

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 23:13:21 GMT

The Day of Silence, a thank you to all who participated

Author/Artist of work: Emely
Title of work: Virgins Always Get Backstage.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Original
Character/couple: Lokii and Niah
Song and Artist/Composer: Jackie's Strength by Tori Amos.
Song Number: #2
Disclaimer: The song 'Jackie's Strength' is property of the singer Tori Amos. Niah Spaidar is my own original character. Lokii Irekei is the original character of gabbiefiction

Virgins Always Get Backstage

"Anorexics are popular," Lokii muttered with disgust, rolling her eyes. Her blue eyes flitted over to Niah's tiny frame and her lips curled up in a half sad, half disgusted smirk, "so you'd have been quite welcome, of course."

Niah looked at Lokii, hurt by her words before bowing her head in shame. They hurt, but they were also truth. Ever since they were locked up in this prison city it was a constant feud to make enough to get by. Two years they had been separated, or had it been three? She stopped keeping count after a while but she took the couple seconds to do the quick math: they'd finally been caught when she was nearing her eighteenth birthday. She was about twenty-one years old (or so she believed, time seemed irrelevant here) so that was about five years, give or take a year. The ravenette couldn't quite decide whether time sped by here, or was awfully slow. The separation from her 'family' made it seem like that at times However the danger of this place made survival a constant fight: not only for food and shelter but this was a city full of criminals, a lock up, so obviously one must always be wary of others.

Niah wasn't certain how Lokii had survived but it must help that she had, had Riku with her--and from the tiny bundle the older girl carried in her arms it seemed that they must somehow have managed to find some sort of happiness within this hell. They had made a family, a real family. Ever since she'd left her home--no, even before that, she'd lacked family. At her home she'd lived on her own staying in one of the many schools that trained children from birth to moderate the cities to be perfect. After she had completed her training at the age of twelve her life had been a montage of going to work, returning home, taking that damned drug, studying, and then sleeping. There was no home there, no family there, except for Geno. But Geno had died, just another of the many deaths that stained her hands.

However when she was brought to these people: Orsted, Riku, Daisuke, and Id she had begun to feel that maybe she had found something after all. That feeling grew even more once Lokii had joined the group, the only other girl at the time. At first she had found Lokii a little annoying, she was a little too loud, a little too brass and upfront for her tastes but after a while she began to notice what an admirable quality that could be when in moderation (which, admittedly Lokii didn't always encompass but it wasn't terribly bad). It was Lokii was put up with her nasty temper, it was Lokii who helped her let go of the drugs that suppressed her emotions and then been there through the days when she'd been overcome with them all; most of which were guilt and depression. Lokii's strength, it was something unexplainable.

"So..what did you do?" Lokii asked, breaking Niah out of her reverie. They were back to the subject at hand. While Lokii may have had a different way to make money and Riku's hand to help Niah had been alone, as all the others seemed to be. They had been separated when they came here and it was only now after all these years that Niah found the first member of her old family. Despite her genius it was worthless here where there weren't even the sufficient tools to make anything worthwhile, and where no one would see past her pretty face to give her a chance to prove herself.

"I just waited on people..mostly." It was better then being on stage getting naked and dancing in front of all those people, wearing those embarrassing outfits that people somehow seemed to find attractive. Nurses, bunny-girls, princesses, angels. She'd seen them all, some downright strange, some downright gross.

Lokii nodded, she had never herself been to such a place but she wasn't naive and knew well about how they worked. Not much was a secret in this place. "Well I suppose we should be grateful you were never forced to do anything too bad, it could have been worse.” She murmured, rocking her baby slightly.

No, she never had to do anything like that at work, that was true…however. “I was never allowed backstage to see what it was like there, or even just clean it up.” She laughed, a cold hollow one which startled Lokii. She gave her friend a worried look, and wondered where on earth such a strange statement must have come from.

Things To Complete The Following Week.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 04:24:49 GMT

I promised myself I'd get up to ten by the end of Sunday, tomorrow, on my EnvyWinry challenges so I'd be one-third of the way through. Think I can make it since I have a bunch of scattered pieces that I can finish up....they are.

1) Ano Sa
2) 10
3) Kiss
4) Cradle.

Should also get one working on my twenty inkspots challenge since I wouldn't want to drag Kit down with my laziness. The other one I'm currently responsible for is:

5) The Ballroom at Midnight

Then I should get cracking on that one unfinished Lokii/Niah I did for 20songs:

~~6)Jackie's Strength, Tori Amos.~~

I think thats it for this week. Damn. Thats almost a piece a day. XD Better get started.

On a note, I've recently started re reading the amazing manga called Violinist of Hameln. I never meant to stop, but the scanlation group I use to read it form quit and I just found another one :D While doing so I remembered how much I love Hamel/Sizer. Which is funny since today I just made my sig of Gaia "Who needs Incest when you have Soulcest?" using that Kagome/Kikyo icon I have. Heheheh....so expect some Hamel/Sizer sometime in the future. Probably not soon though. XD

Here is a list of couples I currently write for or will be writing for:

EnvyWinry
EdwardWinry
EdAl
JetWinry (yes Im serious)
KurtisWinry (man, Winry is my pairing whore)
HamelSizer
SakuraTomoyo
LokiiNiah
LoorCourtney
BobbySpader
MarkAja
KagomeKikyo
BluesKalinka
Blues.EXEmeiru
RabiRinali

I need to write more shounen ai...

If anyone has any requests either for a pairing or a certain drabble on as subject feel free to comment with the fandom name and what you want. I'll do anything except lemons--hopefully I'll know of your fandom.

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 00:53:54 GMT

Title: Untitled
Artist: boopkit
Author: emelyfiction
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairings: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell
Magic and Occult: 19 This is the Winter of Despair.

Untitled

She felt like she was the only person in the world. It was terrible beyond any means of explanation. Winry was strong, she didn’t need to constantly be around people to be content, and she didn’t need sound around her all the time. But this… this was unbearable. Pinako had passed away long ago. Before that Edward had disappeared and soon after Alphonse had left to try and find a way to bring back his brother. Rose too had left despite Winry’s insistence that she enjoyed the older girl’s company to her own home. It was a place she managed to build with help from some of the other villagers. It was not that far from Winry’s place, but it wasn’t the same as actually having her in the Rockbell residence.

Especially not now in these times. Winter was only just beginning and it was already proving itself to be a harsh and bitter one. Snow had settled over all of Rizenbul like a thick blanket that stretched out as far as the eye could reach. There was something about snow that made everything seem so vast, so much more intimidating then it really was. In summer she could stare out and traverse the plains of her home village without ever gaining a sense of loss or depression. She could look out and see green, green grass and scattered flowers. On whim she could walk the couples of miles to either the center of the village or Nelly’s house. But in winter there was nothing. There was no color, no vegetation, no life. Just a long stretch of emptiness everywhere. The cold kept everyone indoors and the heavy snow made it dangerous to travel too far.

Yet here she was bundled up as best as she could afford. Because of the weather, business was awfully slow which made money come in short supply. Winry had to conserve it for food instead of proper clothing, which in turn forced the girl to have to wear many layers of light clothing instead of the heavy wear appropriate for these temperatures.

Winry wasn’t intending to stay out for too long, obviously, but after three drays of being cooped up in that empty house she was beginning to feel strangely claustrophobic.

There really weren’t many places nearby that she could visit. It wouldn’t be good to go too far and then get caught up in a blizzard that would inevitably start up again. Such storms seem to pick up and stop, pick up and stop. She wished they’d just decide on one or the other.

She thought for a moment before giving a tiny nod. There was one place she could think of, one she went to whenever she was feeling particularly nostalgic. With another nod she turned in the direction of their old sanctuary to make certain it was holding up past these terrible conditions.

They had built it together, all three of them long ago. Winry had figured out how to structure them to enable the best safety and satiability and Edward and Alphonse had used alchemy to create it. A park, their own personal place where they’d play, hide, and hang out after school. It wasn’t anything particularly grandiose but it had sufficed. Winry couldn’t really swing anymore, or zip down the slide since she was too big but just being there brought a sense of comfort nonetheless---even if slight loss was accompanied by it.

The blonde sighed and walked up to the child’s swing set and stared at the three seats that swayed in the small breeze. Her pale, uncovered fingers gently traced the lines carved into the middle seat, brushing off the snow. They spelled her name, the one to the left read ‘Edward’ and the one to the right ‘Alphonse’.

She always seemed to be in the middle of the two. Walking to school, swinging, even when they curled up on that great father bed at her home—the one reserved solely for them.

She wondered whatever happened to that bed.

The mechanic sighed. She had always felt comfortable and safe there in the middle. She viewed both boys with incredible admiration and love but Winry would admit a larger portion of that security was attributed to Edward. Maybe it was because he was older, maybe it was because he put on a tougher front then his brother, or because he didn’t hesitate to do what need to be done despite the consequences, but Edward had always had some effect on her that the younger Elric boy didn’t. There was another possibility as to why she felt differently for Ed, but it was one she didn’t want to consider because it would make his disappearance all that more difficult to bare. She could almost see him again, holding tightly to the chains of his swing, sandaled feet dangling inches from the ground. It brought a tiny smile to her face but it was a sad one.

“What are you worrying about now?” she could almost hear the little Ed ask with forced exasperation to hide his concern. He’d always do that, she realized now. Back when they were younger he’d always come off as annoyed or bothered by her mercurial emotions but it was just a show to hide his own, whatever they made have been at the time.

She gave a little sigh, shifting slightly so that she was kneeling in front of the little Ed instead of her swing. “Nothing, just wishing you were home.”

“Talking to yourself now Winry? That’s not very healthy.”

At first she had thought it had come from the little Ed but his mouth hadn’t moved, and the vice was deeper then usual. It was only then that Winry noticed the slight shadow covering her, and slowly, uncertainly she looked over her shoulder and craned her head upward.

There he was—different, taller, and a little broader shouldered; his face no longer contained its baby fat but those golden eyes are hair were unmistakable. It was an almost divine moment--that reunion marked by silence—something rare between the two. Somewhere in the back of her mind Winry acknowledged Al standing back some paces with a small smile on his face but she was still trying to decipher what she was seeing.

Edward seemed to find her reaction humorous if the giant grin on his face was any indication. He held out a gloved hand to her as if it was something casual that he did each day.

Winry raised her hand slowly to his and pressed her fingers gently against his palm.

Solid, it was the real Ed.

She looked behind her at the now empty swing and smiled. She didn’t need ghosts of the past or memories anymore. She had a perfectly happy future to look forward to.

Original: Lokii/Niah. Bathwater by No Doubt.

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 21:22:12 GMT

Author/Artist of work: Emely
Title of work: Failure
Rating: G
Fandom: Original
Character/couple: Lokii/Niah
Song and Artist/Composer: Bathwater by No Doubt.
Song Number: #1
Disclaimer: The song 'Bathwater' is property of the band No Doubt. Niah Spaidar is my own original character. Lokii Irekei is the original character of gabbiefiction

Failure

At times it bothered Niah how...'experienced' Lokii seemed to be in the field of love, romance---whatever the hell was the more appropriate word for her conduct. Of course anyone would be infinately more experienced in the field of romance then Niah, seeing as how about up until just two years ago she hadn't realize such a thing existed. 'Coupling' as she would put it, was something that Etan had long since forgotten. It was rather difficult to feel emotions when they were all drugged and kept under check. Yea, every now and then people might give into the more physical aspects of relationships such as lust but even that was minimal--it sometimes made her wonder how her home had survived for so long but then she had to remember that births, too, were moderated. It was a weird thing to look back on now that she thought about it, how many of the people that she had worked with been unknowingly sisters, or brothers? It was bothersome, but even more so now when she was with Lokii.

In the time she had been here at the Tower, a new 'home', Lokii had had flings with Id, and Riku too, Niah suspected. Though she never asked, she also wondered how many people she might have been with before coming here. Everytime she thought about it--and thought about the depth of attraction and almost...seductiveness that Lokii seemed to hold Niah could just imagine a whole museum of lovers and would instantly be overcome with feelings of jealousy. She felt inadequate much too often which was a poor thing indeed when added on top of the guilt of her past. She already felt like a failure as a friend and a patriot, now she was beginning to feel the same as a girlfriend.

Girlfriend..it was such a strange and decieving title, and one Niah felt she had no right to wear.

Pendragon: Courtney/Loor: #2

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 21:55:33 GMT

Title: Confusing Emotions.
Author: Emely
Fandom: Pendragon
Pairing: Loor / Courtney Chetwynde
Theme: #2 Jealousy
Rating: G
Warnings: Shoujo Ai elements.
Disclaimer: All mentioned characters and places are property of the author D.J Machale.
Other: Once again, AU. Post series.

Confusing Emotions.

It must suck being caught up in the middle, Mark mused, as he stared at his best friend Bobby. Certainly it must be a very...interesting situation but sucky none the less. Jealousy could be a very confusing emotion, because at times you might think you're envious of one thing when really it was the complete and utter opposite. Like so many other emotions it turned people into fools, blinded them, and made them do very silly things.

Such was the case between Courtney, Loor, and Bobby. The history was a long one, but to make it short Courtney and Bobby had a short-lived relationship (short-lived being one day--becoming a Traveler and having to flume across space and time to save distant territories kinda put a damper on anything that might have evolved). After a while Bobby began to have feelings for Loor, another Traveler and a partner in his 'escapades' but she never really seemed to give him much attention. Of course Courtney was very well aware of all of this and jealousy sprung in the young brunette which only made things worse once Halla was saved. Loor had a habit of visiting Second Earth alot, something Courtney attributed to the fact that she probably returned Bobby's feelings.

So now there seemed to be a feud going on. Courtney tugged Bobby one way, wanting to make certain that he wasn't 'stolen' while Loor tugged another way. However Loor, did in fact, not have feelings for Bobby. So why did she do it? It took a while for Mark to figure it out but when he finally got the idea he was fairly certain he was right: the way Loor sometimes looked at Courtney when she wasn't looking, the way she would smile at the girl's stubborness and impulsive nature, her fighter's spirit, her unconditional kindness, even Courtney's faults seemed to appeal to Loor in some way. Loor was not jealous of Courtney, but rather of Bobby and all the attention he received from a girl who she possibly had feelings for. His suspicions were confirmed however when he once mentioned that Bobby and Courtney had kissed before he had left for Denduron all those years ago. Loor had tensed, and looked away. That might not have been much of a big deal, but Loor was always the one in control, and if not, she at least had a good grip on her emotions to keep everything in check and hidden.

The reason Loor pretended to fight over Bobby was simply because she would rather be with him, then see him with Courtney.

No, it didn't make sense at all, but that just went to show how jealousy could be a very, very strange thing indeed.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge :#19

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 18:51:29 GMT

Title: Citrus Streaks.
Author/Artist: Emely.
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #19 Red
Beta Reader: kiwi_socks Thank you.
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, and all other mentioned characters and places are property of Hiromu Arakawa.

Citrus Streaks.

The automail shop was strangely quiet for once. Always there seemed to be some sort of racket coming from inside, whether it be the whirring and blasting noise of automail being made or repaired or the laughter of its five occupants: the Elric Brothers, Winry, or Rose and her baby. If not laughter it was shrieking from feuders – usually Edward and Winry. No matter what the place was always alive.

However, today it was completely silent and only the kitchen light was lit, illuminating the corridor which led to it. From the door a flustered blonde head poked out, looking up and down the hall as if searching for something. It ducked back immediately into the kitchen and met with another head, this one with deep raven colored hair with a slight tint of green in it.

Winry jumped back, putting a hand to her hammering heart. “Envy!” she half hissed, half gasped.

The homunculus as always had that strange, crawling grin. He made no response.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, once again sticking her head out to make sure that no one was coming. Winry looked back at him to see he was now casually leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest and legs crossed. His purple eyes were glinting with amusement at the state she was in. The poor thing was a mess: wringing her hands, checking out the windows, back door, and corridor constantly - pacing even.

He gave a small shrug of his shoulders at her question and in an almost lazy tone responded. “I’m visiting you, like I do ever now and then.”

She shook her head, drawing the deep indigo curtains shut. Her head spun this way and that to try and find any other way through which they might be spied before finally turning her full attention to Envy, a defiant expression on her face.

Envy cocked a brow at this and his grin widened.

“You’ve never come here before! Why start now?” she hissed in a low voice as if afraid they might be overheard.

“Because everyone else is out, aren’t they?” he replied speaking slightly louder then was usual for him. He chuckled when she winced.

It was true. Rose had decided to enjoy the fresh air and take a walk with her son, Cain. Edward and Alphonse had gone out get groceries. Usually whenever Envy came they were here so he left her some sort of sign that only she’d recognize---then she’d quickly run out to meet him somewhere private. This time, not only had Envy not told her he was coming or made any indication that he would, but he’d come to their house. It was a bold move, and a very dangerous one. Winry had been absentmindedly squeezing some lemons to make fresh lemonade when he’d soundlessly come up behind her, nearly scaring her to death.

"Yes, but they’ll be back any minute!” she muttered, shaking her head and trying to resume her interrupted task. If Edward and Alphonse were to find Envy here….all hell would break loose. Though the boys were finally free from the chains of their past, she knew they still worried about Envy and the remaining homunculi. They were no longer part of the military, they both had their bodies back, and they had returned to their only remaining family: one which had sadly lost one member, but gained two more in place. However, though their lives now appeared comfortable and seemingly perfect, Winry would always catch one or the other sometimes staring off into space with a puzzled or perturbed expression on their face. She knew that they would be thinking about the biggest blight of their past lives: the homunculi. To have them just suddenly disappear as everything else had was a little too convenient, and much too good to be true for them. It was clear that both were still quite suspicious, wary, and resentful towards the inhuman creatures that had put them through so much. Frankly, Winry couldn’t blame them, it was one of the reasons she felt so guilty about her relationship with Envy, especially him of all the homunculi. But this was also the reason she didn’t want anyone—Ed, Al, or even Rose to come in and see him.

“My, my. Are you afraid that they’ll find me here and kill me? That I’ll die?” He was teasing; it was pretty obvious these were Winry’s fears. He pushed away from the wall and stepped up close to her, placing his hands on his hips. It was also obvious that he felt her misplaced concern was entirely stupid if the smug smirk on his face was any indication.

Winry straightened her shoulders and stood tall, not backing away from him. She tilted her head up to retain eye contact with him. For a moment they just stared at each other but when Envy didn’t so much as bat an eyelash after a long time she lost her nerve and returned to her lemons.

“Them as much as you.” She muttered, beginning to squeeze the freshly cut lemons over a filter.

The smirked dropped from Envy’s face so quickly it was almost comical. He growled, startling Winry into turning around with a alarmed expression on her face. It only grew when she saw the scowl on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she questioned nervously, unconsciously squeezing the lemon in her hands and spilling its juice all over them.

“You care much too much for the shrimp and tin can.” He snapped in response. It was a little incorrect to call Al a tin can since he was no longer a hollow suit of armor, but old habits died hard.

Now it was time for Winry to get angry. The wooden floor became stained as she squeezed the fruit dry with surprising strength. “Of course I care for them! I will always care for them! They’re my brothers.” She spoke tightly, trying her best to keep from shouting.

His eyes narrow. “They are not,” Do you share the same mother? Do you share the same father?”

“No! But we are that close none the less. Why can’t you understand that, Envy?” her voice was getting that slightly desperate tone it got whenever she was struggling to keep her tears down. Great. He hated when she cried.

“Feh,” he looked away from her and unintentionally voiced, “I would rather it be that you three really were siblings.”

She whipped her head to look up at him, once more confused. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Then I wouldn’t have to worry about Ed.” He really didn’t want to have to answer, but knew that she’d bug him until he did.

The mechanic flopped her hands in an exasperated manner, dropping her lemon. “Oh Envy, please don’t start this again.” She whined, voice tired and demeanor falling. This was a tiresome subject not only because it came up again and again but also because it was a constant reminder of his sin; Jealousy, Envy, Covetry, Call it whatever you want.

“What do you expect, Winry?” he scoffed, walking away from her. She tagged close behind, determined to make him see her point.

“To trust me! That’s all I expect.” She insisted.

He whirled around so quickly she bumped into him, but he steadied her before she could stumble by placing his hands on her shoulders. “I do trust you. Its him I don’t.”

He paused before continuing, seeing her eyes soften to puzzlement. “I know you wouldn’t go back on me, but how can I be sure that he won’t touch you?” However good his first words had been those next ones achieved their opposite effect of calming her down.

Winry’s face contorted into one of rage and she threw her hands up. “Edward is not like that!” she snarled “he would never lay a single finger on me!” she was worked up now and unstoppable “Besides, if you think touch is such an important thing then why do you never touch me?”

Now it was Envy’s turn to be exasperated. Just like he too often brought up the subject of his qualms about her relationship with the Elric Brothers, she too also often brought up her ardor against the fact that he didn’t touch her often.

“Ugh.” He pressed his hands against his forehead and massaged it through his bandana. If he was capable of having a headache he was certain he’d have one right now. If he had been dealing with anyone other then this particular automail mechanic he'd be starting to get violent.

“Winry, you are human,” he enunciated the word for emphasis, “and you awaken human emotions in me, and if I were to give into them or get caught up in them I could end up hurting you.” He hated having to admit such a thing but, if it was the only way to get her to understand he couldn’t think of anything else to do.

But again, this only ended up making things worse. Winry was a hopelessly difficult person to deal with at times. Then others she could take things so well. She was just so strange.

“Yes, I’m human, Envy. Not a porcelain doll! I won’t break as easily as you make it seem!” she shouted, bending over slightly and balling her hands into tight fists as if the effort of trying to get him to see things her way literally weighed her down. She was beyond reason now and her anger was making her see red. She seemed to have forgotten her earlier fears of being found by Ed, Al, or Rose and was no longer trying to keep quiet.

“That may be so bu—“ he didn’t finish his sentence because at that moment Winry pushed him against the wall with surprising strength. Her hands were on his shoulders and they left streaks of citrus juice as she raked her fingers up to his face. She pulled his face down to hers as she went up on her toes until she could press her lips to his in an at first clumsy kiss that was soon accommodated to be more comfortable for the both of them.

Envy was too shocked at first by Winry’s boldness to react, then he stiffened, uncertain how he felt about such an intimate act, but when he stopped thinking and started feeling he realized he liked it very much. Very much in fact. Something in him gave way, almost felt as if something inside actually did break and he reciprocated; turning her around quickly and pinning her against the wall so their positions were switched. It was slightly awkward, her inexperience was obvious but that was more comforting then annoying. Unfortunately various disguises had often called for him to be slightly touchy with a person, something he had despised having to do (which probably accounted for the reason he’d been reluctant to do something like this on top of the fact that he simply wasn’t a cuddle-bunny and his previously stated fears.) so he was able to take the lead from Winry, now content and very willing to do so.

They broke for a bit so Winry could catch her breath. It seemed different then usual, heated gasps were taken through swollen red lips made so by the rough kiss. Before words could be exchanged he leaned down again, pulling her up to him by grabbing her hips. It was a testimony to how caught up the sin was, it would have just been a lot easier to make himself shorter but his mind was too clouded to think of that. He continued to lift her and she unconsciously wrapped her long legs around his slender waist, supported now only by the pressure against Envy and the wall. Her hands wrapped around his neck and buried deep into his hair, pulling him closer. A tiny, repressed moan escaped her lips when his tongue traced them. He brushed over them slightly with his fangs causing another tremor to pass through her. Part of Winry was reprimanding her for what was happening. Certainly Envy’s touch was something she always wanted: as proof that he did love her, to show that she did love him, and because she was like any other healthy twenty-something young woman and her needs. But she hadn’t expected things to go so fast or get so serious for that matter. But like hell she was going to stop it now.

However, fortune had different plans it seemed for at that moment both Envy and Winry were startled from their fiery exchange by the sound of multiple thuds and a feminine gasp. Their heads swiveled in the direction of the kitchen entrance to see four figures. Ed and Al were holding similar expressions of disbelief and their groceries had fallen from their arms, now strewn on the ground. Rose was holding the hand of her child with an incredulous expression on her face.

They were in quite the scandalous position: pressed up against the wall; Winry’s long shapely legs wrapped around Envy’s waist, her skirt hitched up to her thighs—Envy’s hands on hers, holding her up. It was only after Cain, the only one chuckling let out a loud ‘aaawwww’ that children often did when they knew someone was in trouble did she break out of her shock long enough to put her hands over his eyes.

Trouble, both Winry and Envy had certainly found.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry #24

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 01:53:34 GMT

I'm still searching for a beta reader if anyone is interested...I make so many typos yet no matter how many times I go over my work I still somehow manage to miss em. Guess I'm just so accustomed to them my mind automatically goes over them XD

Title: Repetition
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #24 Good Night.
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry and all other mentioned characters are property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Other: Mangaverse, contains spoilers for it.

Repetition.

A soft breeze passed through the empty streets, sending a billow of sand across the eerily deserted city. It was almost like a ghost town. No one on the streets, no one in their homes. Not a hint of chatter or even music came from any of the empty houses. Stands had been left with their merchandise; it was as if everyone had just gotten up and abandoned the city without anything but the clothes on their backs. As strange as that may have been, there was something stranger yet with this Ishbal then just its emptiness. All its buildings were nearly ramshackle, near destroyed things on the verge of collapsing under their own weight. If a sandstorm passed by, there was no chance the city would survive. This wasn’t the pride of the Ishballan race: its temple was no where in sight, its grandiose monuments and unique architecture were missing. The sandstone homes had been reduced to nothing more then tiny wooden huts, not even shadows of the truly magnificent legend. This place was the false depiction of an Ishbal from those who had martyrized the religious people without having really known much of them. It was the image created by a child, or one ignorant of politics: it had turned them into a poor, primitive people who already suffered enough without the military interfering. No, this may have been an Ishbal, but it wasn’t the true one.

Away from the city, perhaps half a smile, a large portion of the city’s populace could be found. They stood together against a line of soldiers from Amestris’ military shouting indignantly. Men waved threatening fists; women shrieked their words of blasphemy while babies in their arms wailed at all the noise and hatred in the air. Children ran between legs, the only happy ones here for they were much to absorbed in their own worlds of games to understand the severity of what was happening: after all bad things happened all the time but they were always fixed by mommy and daddy, that’s just the way things worked.

The other force here, the military was trying to calm down the angry mob. About twenty people were holding them back, while all the rest remained back in two perfectly formed lines, their rifles resting between their two hands.

Among all this mess was one person who didn’t seem to fit. She had neither the dark skin and red eyes that marked her as a native of the desert nor the blue uniform representative of the military. It was a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties with pale skin and blond hair. Everyone was oblivious of her, and likewise she was oblivious of everything except the one person she stood in front of. It was another woman in uniform with long chestnut hair pulled back in a tight ponytail with steel gray eyes. She was a tall person, taller then the blonde by a head and many of her other companions. Her shoulders were even and pulled back to broaden her chest and give her a slightly more intimidating appearance. There was nothing different about her then any of the other soldiers, like all the others she was stark still and held a calm expression.

“Please.” The blond whispered to the soldier. Her voice was weak, throaty as if fighting through a knot. Her hands were down by her sides, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white with the strain of skin against bone.

“Please don’t.” she said again, a little louder this time. Her blues eyes were wide with an unspeakable fear. The soldier said nothing, simply remained as still as ever.

The crowd was getting more excited by the second and with it the girl seemed to panic more and more. ‘Don’t’ and ‘Please’. They were words she kept repeating over and over again to the soldier, time was running out, she knew that and with every passing moment her begging became more and more urgent until she was clasping her hands and all but screaming the words through her tears. She had lived through this so many times before; she knew exactly when it would happen.

It’d all be over in a matter of seconds now, but for one who had experienced every detail of this countless times now it seemed much longer then that. “Envy! Envy Please don’t!” she pleaded, crying now, “So many will die! My parents will die! We’ll be impossible!” It would be this single act that would throw Amestris and Ishbal into a bloody and dark path; it would be this single act that would topple the first domino into a long chain of seemingly endless tragedies.

The blonde’s eyes were blurred by tears now but she didn’t need to see to know that his face was as stoic as ever. “Envy! Please! It’s only a child! Don’t do it!” she cried in hysterics. It was useless. Her hands quickly unclasped and went up, spreading outward in a protective manner. It happened in a matter of seconds but she already had every moment imprinted in her brain perfectly. Three children burst from the crowd chasing each other. The one ahead hadn’t been looking where he was going since his sight was directed behind towards his friend, and since he was so small he easily slipped through those trying to hold the mob back. It was such a quick and unexpected thing that it startled all the soldiers, and it was his perfect opportunity to ‘accidentally’ shoot his gun.

She knew it was pointless, and that it was over now but she still stood in the way, arms up in a futile attempt to play guardian. The nozzle of the rifle came up, planted firmly on her chest "Please."

The trigger was pulled.

And the bullet sailed right through her, hitting the child and instantly killing him.

There was a moment of thick silence from both sides while even Envy pretended to be shocked by his own actions. Blood was slowly beginning to spread through the girl’s white dress but she didn’t pay it any mind. She felt no pain, nor was truly injured, that only happened because she expected it to. Instead her eyes remained on Envy feeling a deep sense of failure. They slowly turned around to stare down at the slain Ishballan child, and saw with great surprise, that for once things were different. Instead of the little copper-skinned boy there was a tiny girl was ear length blond hair and a pink summer dress that reached to her knees. In her arms was a raggedy doll now stained by her blood. Yet the mother of the boy who had always been the one to die still ran to her, cradling her limp body, wailing, and assaulting her cold face with kisses as if it were still hers. It was all she could see before the enraged Ishballans broke through the crowd control and the air was filled with the sounds of shots.

Winry woke with a startled gasp and instantly tensed. That was the thirteenth time she had had that dream since she had found out the truth through Ed, and the first time she’d ever seen….that image. She grimaced at the memory, not wanting to think about it or its implications when a voice distracted her.

“What’s wrong?” She turned her head slightly up to see a familiar outline, after about a minute of trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dark his features began appearing slowly until she could more or less see Envy’s apprehensive expression looking down on her.

Winry shifted on the bed so she could look at him better and still be comfortable before giving a tiny shrug. “Just a bad dream.” She murmured, looking him straight in the eye.

His expression changed to a skeptical one before he realized how strangely she was looking at him. For it having been a bad dream she didn’t seem all that upset. She wasn’t crying, nor were there any hints of tears and in the place of anger or depression she instead seemed highly contemplative. He frowned, furrowing his brow “What?”

She shook her head quickly only to be confused when he gave her a look similar to the one she had unknowingly given him only moments ago. They were still for a moment like that—staring at each other but not speaking before he stood straight and headed towards the open balcony. “I’ll be here if you need me, but get rest.”

Winry nodded and settled herself back into her pillow, staring away from the balcony in thought. There were times when she really wanted to hate him, she should, but no matter what she never could bring herself to do so.

She sighed. Good nights were so hard to come by these days.

Pendragon: Courtney/Loor: #1

Sun, 02 Apr 2006 22:16:18 GMT

Title:Good Luck!
Author:Emely
Fandom:Pendragon
Pairing: Courtney Chetwynde/Loor
Theme:#1 Uniforms
Rating:G/PG
Warnings:Possibly contains spoilers up to book five. Shoujo Ai elements.
Disclaimer:All mentioned characters and places are property of the author D.J Machale.
Other:Slightly AU-ish. Set after the salvation of Halla so many of the events and circumstances here are not true to what might end up happening. Using a creative license.
Author's Note:I can't say I'm very proud of this. Both Courtney and Loor (particularly Loor) aren't very affectionate people, yet I feel that of the two of them Courtney would have more trouble accepting her feelings because of Second Earth's traditions. I wanted to give more insight into how they could have gone past that one-sided rivalry, to friendships, to this but I thought if I tried to put it all in one theme not only would it be more like a multi-chapter fic but there wouldn't be as much material for other themes. So while it may seem a little awkward now I hope that once they are all completed things will seem better.

Good Luck!

Courtney Chetwynde held her arms out and turned in a complete 360 before letting them flop down to her sides.

“I feel….silly.” she confessed in a rare display of genuine emotion. 'Naked’ was more the term she had been looking for but the girl wasn’t sure how well the term would bode with the proud Batu girl. Come to think of it 'silly’ wasn’t all that much better either. However, thankfully, Loor seemed to take it all in good stride and just gave a small chuckle.

“I felt silly in your Second Earth clothes. They were much too confining, and much to gaudy.” She related as she finished tying up the last loop that held up Courtney’s strange skirt up. It was one worn by the tribe above ground, and the brunette had some slight qualms about calling it a skirt. Sure is acted as one, but it appeared as more of a loincloth to be honest. It swept down on both sides of her body, between her legs. The only distinction between it and a real one was that this was significantly less primitive. It wouldn’t fall off so easily, and beneath it was a very thin fabric that served as some tiny shorts. It was comfortable and easy to move in but displayed more then what Courtney was accustomed to, hence her feelings of nakedness.

Courtney had half a mind to tell Loor that the clothes she had had on when on Second Earth were anything but gaudy, but then decided against it. Compared to these clothes which the warrior apparently always wore they must have seem like the attire of a royal.

The Traveler stood back to examine her work, nodding proudly. “You could pass off as a Batu if it weren’t for your skin.” Courtney took no offense to this, even found it to be a compliment, but even so her confusion over the situation she was currently in didn’t allow her to dwell much over it.

“So are you finally going to tell me why we are playing dress up?” the brunette questioned in a dry tone. To anyone who knew Courtney well, they knew that it was better not to aggravate her, and one way to do that was by keeping the girl in the dark. It was a surprise to many that she had followed Loor to Zadaa upon her request even though she hadn’t explained why she wanted her there.

Ever since the defeat of Saint Dane all the Traveler’s were delighted to see that they were still capable of using the flumes to visit one another. Better yet, even though Halla had been ‘fixed’ when the last territory had been saved both Courtney and Mark were still able to use the flumes. Perhaps it had been some influence that stayed with them after those first times they had used it shortly after Veelox’s fall; whatever the case they were ecstatic to be able to join Bobby whenever he visited the others and enjoy the blessing of being able to see all the wonders he had with eased hearts.

“It’s the uniform of my group.” Came the answer. Was that supposed to make sense? Damn enigmatic travelers and their enigmatic ways. It certainly didn’t make any to her. Courtney had realized that Loor’s attire wasn’t all that much different then hers but she hadn’t really thought of that. ÜShe only figured they didn’t have much variety here in Zadaa.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.” Courtney muttered curtly, still as snappish as ever. Her hands finger the material of the formfitting but stubby material that covered her chest. They trailed down to her flat and exposed stomach, which despite its still smooth appearance had hardened somewhat in the past months. Though she hadn’t done any actual training with Loor the two were almost always challenging each other. Well, alright, it was more along the lines of Courtney always challenging Loor in some way. It had started out that she’d been driven to prove herself against the traveler. Ever since she first read about Loor in Bobby’s journal she had felt rather accosted by her. But over time the challenges became more of a game between the two fierce girls. Some means of bait, she couldn’t quite describe it, in a way it was much like the relationship she had with Bobby previous to his journey. Both were strong, independent, refused to be pushed around, a while Loor not as much as Courtney a bit cocky. It was fun, and though Courtney would never admit it, it sometimes felt like their way of flirting. God, if any of them ever knew she had entertained such an idea she didn’t know what she’d do. They were both girls for goodness sake, how could she ever think she might be attracted to someone of the same sex? It was just fun, even if Loor did whip her ass almost all the times she still learned to enjoy it. Not only that but up against someone as good as Loor she learned to become better really quickly as was evident by the way she rose to once more be a star at school.

“You’re going to help me with something.” Again short, and didn’t really give her much actual information. Courtney scowled.

“And when did I decide this?” she seethed.

A slow, sly smile spread across Loor’s beautiful face.

“When I decided to bring you along.”

Smartass. Courtney’s lips tried to remain a frown but their corners twitched upward.

“Come on, you’ll like this.” Loor insisted as she grabbed her staff, something that made Courtney a little nervous. She was about to leave the house when she paused at the doorway and a puzzled expression crossed her features. She was frowning now, so much that it drew her brows together in a tight line that hinted at her deep concentration.

“Loor?” Courtney asked uncertainly, she didn’t act like this much and the sudden change from her previous mood was rather large.

Her call met deaf ears however and the dark girl slowly turned her gaze up towards a mantle at the far end of the room, which held a long, sturdy staff. This was the one that was once wielded by Osa, Loor’s mother. It had remained there ever since her death, untouched, but now finally Loor picked it up from its place and tossed it to Courtney.

The chestnut haired girl fumbled with it and nearly dropped it but managed to steady herself. She gaped at the thing, and then at Loor. It was an easy catch, that wasn’t what had made it so difficult, what did was the fact that Loor had just handed her the last memory she had of her mother.

“Its yours now.”

This shocked her ever more and she felt a deep awed and gratified blush creeping up her face. “I’ll take good care of it!” she promised, voice now confident and determined. It didn’t matter that she would probably never have to use it; the fact that Loor trusted and respected her enough to be given responsibility over her old keepsake touched her deeply.

Courtney’s mind was still reeling around the fact that she’d been given Osa’s staff that she didn’t realize where Loor was leading her until it was to late. They arrived at the arena she had first learned about through Bobby’s journals. He had come here with Spader once when he needed Loor’s help with teaching him what it meant to be a Traveler.

It dawned only then as they passed through the gathering crowd, down into the arena and through one of the doors that led to what Courtney would best be described as the Zaadian version of a locker room. Except there were no lockers, just a room with different weapons and forms of light armor. Yikes.

“Loor you don’t expect me to—“ she was cut off by the older girl.

“Do you think you can’t?” came the cool, but firm question. Talk about putting you on the spotlight, Loor didn’t beat around the bushes.

“No!” Courtney answered firmly and a bit cockily. “I’m just…surprised is all.” This was completely unexpected. Sure she had mentioned that she might like to give fighting a try once a long time ago during one of their many solo conversations but she didn’t know Loor would take it to heart.

Loor was smiling at her response, she looked even better then Bobby had described when she did so, but something bothered her.

“Won’t people think it’s strange that I’ll be out there? I look like a Rokador.”

“It will be strange, but since peace has settled between the tribes no one will protest.” Loor said with a wink. However once again a thoughtful look passed her face. “Bobby once told me that before he left to become a Traveler, he was headed to a competition. He hadn’t meant to but caught up in the memory, he told me that you had kissed him.” She was frowning now, slightly but still there.

Again Courtney found herself surprised and a little angry. It was bad enough Bobby had left something like that slip but for some reason it seemed even worse that he had told it to Loor. Why she felt as such though she didn’t know. Before she could say anything Loor spoke again.

“Is that something that you do on your territory for good luck?”

A little perturbed by the question, the brunette gave it a moment’s thought before shrugging. “Yea, that’s not all that uncommon.”

But ‘yea’ was pretty much all she had gotten out before the taller girl gently grabbed her shoulder and leaned down, placing a swift kiss on her lips. It wasn’t hesitant----Loor simply wasn’t one to rethink her actions. However it wasn’t persistent either. She pulled away as quickly as she had initiated the kiss and headed towards the doorway they’d come from when things seemed to have settled down outside.

“We’re against two other Batu, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She gave a careless little wave over her shoulder to beckon her. Now how do you say on Second Earth? Lets kick some butt?”

Courtney was to stunned to find this phrase coming from Loor funny, as would have been the case otherwise.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge: #3

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 14:35:53 GMT

Title: My Tormentor.
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #3 jolt!
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry and all other mentioned characters and property of Hiromu Arakawa. The last line is a quote from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.

My Tormentor.

If she hadn't thought to put her head between her knees, she'd probably be spewing her guts all over the ground right. Even now, Winry was desperately trying to fight down the urge not to just regurgitate right then and there. It spoke much of the deep feeling of nausea she was feeling at the moment. It took a lot to unsettle the tough country girl, but she especially didn't like doing something so disgusting, such a human thing in front of him. There was still many times when she wondered how he had managed to overcome his deep hatred for humankind enough to be around her, much more like her, and even more so....

Did he though? After what had just transpired it was a little easier to believe now but she rather not have witnessed the proof for it. It made his nature all the more difficult for her to ignore, it made all the things wrong with this 'relationship' of theirs difficult to shrug off. Could it even be called that? Whatever it was, she enjoyed it even if it wasn't what she wanted it to be. But however much she enjoyed it, it was stupid, dangerous, and in a way traitorous to those she cared for very much and those who cared for her very much.

Strong, blood-stained hands grabbed her shoulders and unwillingly forced her up into a sitting position. A tiny whimper of protest escaped her mouth and she tried to pull herself back down but it was a useless effort. There was a moment there, she was uncertain how long, in which he just held her shaking body up by her forearms. The blonde still refused to open her eyes, shutting them tightly and pursing her lips to prevent both tears and cries to escape.

"Winry." His tone was tight; barely suppressed anger was threatening to break through.

The girl shook her head for no apparent reason. Her eyes refused to open.

"Winry," he called again, forcing his tone to soften. Finally, slowly her eyes opened and with it some tears freed themselves. Blue met violet. While hers were bright and wide his nearly seemed to be broiling over and narrowed. Even though she knew it wasn't aimed at her, the look was still so intense and frightening that she had to look away.

Bad move.

He was the only thing that was distracting her from the horrible scene in the ally. Four bodies were scattered about. Not a single one intact. Arms, legs, everything seemed to be grotesquely mangled: bending in places they shouldn't, mouths open in silent screams. Death had been a constant in Winry's life. Her parent's had died early in her life, Hughes had too, recently Pinako passed away. She was constantly worried for the safety of her brothers and had developed a phobia of the phone. In the automail business it wasn't rare to lose some. It was a dangerous operation and often times there was the soul who pushed themselves just a little too hard. It wasn’t easy to shoulder, but it had become something she'd learn to accept. However, never before had she seen someone killed right before her eyes. No, they hadn't been killed. They'd been slaughtered. Again sickness overwhelmed her and she began twisting and turning against his grip. He let her go and she backed away, unaware of him, herself, her surroundings. Of everything except the disturbing massacre before her.

"W-why." It wasn't quite a question and it wasn't directed at anyone. Simply a coincidentally appropriate word that had managed its way out of her mouth. No matter how much she clutched at her head to try and steady it enough to get her mind around what she was seeing, it wasn't enough. Her locks kept slipping away when they usually seemed cooperative enough to let her give a small tug of frustration in the past. Why did that source of relief seem so determined to escape her? Somewhere in the back of Winry's mind she knew her thoughts were completely absurd and incoherent. Right now though, her mind was a swirl of violent images and the distraught for the lack of any means of comfort.

Her foot suddenly stepped on something wet and like her hair, her feet slipped from beneath her. Before she could even begin to fall however, there were arms around her: steadying her. This confused the girl until she turned and tilted her head upwards. She'd completely forgotten that Envy was here. For a moment complete relief and a rare appearance of utter adoration crossed her features before it came crashing down on her that he was the one who had caused all this.

"You didn't have to kill them!" If her voice weren't so hoarse it'd have been a scream. Her struggles were renewed and as feverous as ever but he didn't let her go this time.

"Winry. Do you even know what they were going to do to you?" he asked voice still shuddering as he tried his very best not to be swallowed by anger. There also seemed to be a hint of incredulism in it.

Of course she knew. The way she'd been shoved up against the wall, the way their hands hard torn at her clothes and sour lips had been crushed to hers. It had been obvious. Though at the time when thought the act would be inevitable she had wished that they'd go away or die she hadn't actually thought that her wishes would be answered.

For a moment the only thing that managed to come out her of knotted throat was a raspy sound. A few seconds later found she found her voice though, and she asked her question again: "Why did you have to kill them? You could just have knocked them out, or, or just taken me away!"

Again his eyes narrowed in that dangerous manner. "Why does it matter? They were going to hurt you."

Once more Winry couldn't quite find a response to that. He had no regrets, that much was obvious. Envy was a killer, and he even enjoyed his work as one. Up until now she'd somehow managed to deny that. She'd never actually seem him kill someone before. Now it was impossible, and it hit her like a jolt of electricity that now she had to live with the fact that the person she loved was a monster.

Her shoulders were wracked with sobs now. Never before had she so blatantly cried in front of Envy. He'd always found crying a truly pathetic act. Much too emotional, much too weak, and often times messy. He'd always hated witnessing it; it was as if they expected to be comforted. But seeing her there with her face buried in her hands made him want to do just that. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to do that. All he could do was stare. Though he didn't regret his actions, and would do it again if given the chance he didn't want to see her hurt this way. What the sin still couldn't understand was just why she was crying, why did it matter how he saved her as long as he did it? To cry over a stranger, more so ones that had tried to rape her was something he could not get. No matter what he did it always seemed to end up hurting her and in turn him more so. No matter what happened between them it would always end in tragedy. Perhaps if he could see who she was truly crying for things wouldn't be so difficult, but things were as such. They hurt each other in ways no one else ever had, and ever could.

"You were born to be my tormentor." he whispered as the girl clawed at her tears.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge: #21

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 13:42:56 GMT

Title: Envious
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #21 violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, Ed, and all other mentioned characters and
property of Hiromu Arakawa.
Warnings: Rated NC-17 for lemon-ish things. For those who don't know fanfiction lingo that means sex.

Envious

It had started with giggles, tiny gasps and low whisper, sultry whispers. Her eyes had been bright and mischievous, for once unrestrained in displaying the wide spectrum of all she felt for him. He should have known it then, should have realized; but over hundreds of years of being a naturally distrustful and jealous creature Envy couldn't help but need further proof. Undeniable, unrefutable, and solid proof. His fingers followed a small trail from her jawline down between the valley of her breasts..further down till they curved outward to rest against the side of her hip. Violet eyes raised momentarily to try and meet hers, but they were closed. In a moment however they open slighted, eyes half-lidded to stare at him with an almost impish grin.

Pale arms fell from his shoulder to gently take his hand planted next to her head and lift it to her face. His arm was still enfolded in it's usual elbow length glove, the dark ones which exposed his fingers. In fact all of Envy except the shorts he wore under his skirt was clothed; something the blonde found disappointing but decided not to bother with that for now. It had taken a long time to get to this point with Envy and she wasn't about to push her luck. Winry couldn't say it was quite this that she had wanted for so long, only a confirmation that he wasn't disgusted by her. Though his claims on being frightened to accidently hurt her seemed honest she wondered how he could have thought such a thing. When they had first met their relationship had been far from a good one, and he had treated her far from gently. In fact, her smile turned slightly wry, he'd nearly killed her then. She probably would have been if his orders hadn't been to keep her alive. Life truly could be strange, and sometimes very sick. Their relationship was built on toothpicks. There was so much that could, and would try to stop it, destroy it, squander it. There were so many ways in which it could be violently torn about and cast away. But at this moment, of overflowing senses, heightened awareness. Where she could feel her very blood moving through her veins and his slightest caress she didn't care. She didn't believe anything could separate them.

Logic told her she should be more nervous. After all, this was her first time, and supposedly a woman's first time was always painful. But no. She was happy, excited even. The Rockbell girl made no protest when Envy freed his hand from hers, and brought it against her other hip lifting her slightly so he could settle between her legs. Winry jumped a little as he began to enter her, it was the first time she'd ever had anything inside. Tampons had never really quite suited her and masturbation had never really seemed very appealing. Needless to say the sensation was quite unexpected, though not unpleasant. It came as a bit of a surprise to see how slowly he was going, Winry would have expected Envy to be a fast lover and in a way she wished he was. Get whatever pain might come over with quickly.

"E-Envy? C-could you speed...up?" she managed through her tense body.

Request met deaf ears however and she couldn't even see his face covered by his long dark hair. Was he even still there? Time wouldn't let her ponder long on this for in the next second a sharp pain shot up between her legs as he finally came up to her barrier. "E-Envy? Please?" she gasped now, clenching the bedsheets tightly and trying to bring up her hips to make it go by quickly. It was to no avail however for his hands held her tightly in place and again it was as if he didn't even hear her.

So it was alright afterall. She had remained true, this here was evidence of that. All those times he had been away, and that she had been living here with Edward and Alphonse she hadn't done anything with either. This was a line she had crossed with him, and would only ever cross with him. The thought was comforting and the envious beast within him settled down a bit. Movement beneath him opened eyes his slightly to find the sight of Winry squirming, eyes shut tight in pain as he continued the torturously slow rupture of her virginity. He didn't mean to cause her pain, yet he couldn't stop. It wasn't even pleasure that he was addicted to at this moment, but simply the fact that he was the one to perform such an act of creation with the woman.

The labored gasps began coming out when he was pushing her to the limit, to the very end and when it finally broke her eyes flew open to let out two hot tears and a strange, strangled, choke came out. For a moment the two remained there as Winry caught her breath and composure. "What, got a little lost there?" she managed to joke, despite the intense pain still not regretting the act. When he lifted his face from her shoulder to stare at him she continued to grin, hoping that he'd say or do something to confirm her joke. Maybe even then she knew what the truth really was, and was vaguely begging him to trick her, lie to her.

That didn't however and it dawned on her. She wasn't sure how she knew. Perhaps it was something in his eyes telling her, perhaps it was because of all the accusations he had made against her in the past but she knew now. "You didn't trust me, did you?" the blonde asked, voice barely above a whisper. All playfullness was now gone, all happiness wiped from his eyes, face, body. A tremor had begun and was coursing throughout her body as she awaited an answer. She got none, but didn't need any.

"Go." It was yelled, it wasn't said in a sobbing tone. Indifferent, apathetic. She move away from him, gathering the blankets around her to cover her open body.

Envy was likewise still for a while before he nodded, face unreadable. He leaned forward to give her a goodbye kiss but she turned her head quickly in an unspoken rejection. Again there was a deadly stillness.

A minute must have passed in which Winry kept her head facing away from him before he finally pushed away from her and the bed and grabbed his pants, leaving both room and house, and Winry shaking violently.

Personal Turning Point. [Pendragon Drabble]

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 21:14:51 GMT

Title: Personal Turning Point.
Author:Emely
Fandom: Pendragon
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG13 A little blood and inappropriate conduct mentioned, nothing worse then what you’d read in the books.
Disclaimer: Pendragon and all mentioned characters and places are property of D.J Machale. The only exceptions are the mentioned phader and vedder.
Authors Note: This isn’t part of the Courtney/Loor challenge I’m doing (have about three pages of the first theme for that done so far) but as I was rereading The Reality Bug this just popped into my head. Hum. Only did it in about ten minutes and didn’t give it much thought but I just wanted to get this down before I forgot about it. Hope you enjoy. ^^

Personal Turning Point.

The Pyramid was always alive; after all it was the center of the universe here in Rubic City. Nonetheless everyone had their jobs to do, which made crowd control near zero, they all knew where they had to be and there were no stragglers. However there was an exception to this unspoken rule for this single night, a very important one. Two figures could be found in the dimly lit scaffolding of the top floor where the jumping rooms could be found. The walkways spread like an intricate spider web, a single line crossing from one end to the other of the Pyramid with thousands of other railings branching off to lead to endless other rooms.

On the main bridge, in front of one of the many paths that led to one of the few unoccupied rooms were a phader and a vedder. The phader was a woman in the traditional blue jumpsuit her occupation was designated. She seemed to be in her early twenties, a beautiful thing with a buxom figure and long golden hair tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a large bright blue but they seemed to be on the wrong face entirely. Those were the eyes that belonged on a happy face, a sweet, ecstatic one. Her face looked anything but that. It was red and sweaty that hinted had a recent excursion. Her eyes were narrowed tightly and jaw locked in a deep scowl. She looked anything but sweet and friendly.

Holding her up by the waist in a red vedder jumpsuit was a man. Unlike her he seemed more upset instead of angry. His hair was short and black, a mess of long bangs which fell over his indigo eyes in a charming manner. His eyes were fixed on the woman, who upon closer inspection was even worse for wear then first glances would reveal. Between her legs and down them the jumpsuit was stained dark with the splotches of blood, water, and other things best not mentioned.

His eyes lifted from her lower half to her face that was set on the bundle she was holding out in front of her. She slowly uncovered the top of the bundle to reveal a baby’s head. The baby was aware and wide-eyed but unusually silent. It greatly resembled its mother with brilliant sky-blue eyes, and the tiniest bit of blond fuzz on its still predominantly baldhead. It was obvious there was something special about this child. Its downy skin was covered in a slick sheet of bloodied water, which was mostly soaked up by the blanket; it was obvious that it had only been recently born which explained the woman’s condition. But unlike most newborns this one wasn’t crying, and its eyes almost possessed a calculating expression that instantly became enthralled at the sight of its mother. It raised its chubby arms to reach for her, toothless mouth opening up with gurgles of laughter.

Still the expression on the woman’s face did not change. She would be a beautiful child, and more intelligent the average child of Veelox. She’d be a sweet person too who smiled a lot if how she was currently acting was any indication. Her lover was thinking the same thing, but he knew after what would be done to her that that last trait would be lost forever.

The child’s laughter stopped and it dropped its arms, now looking up at her parents with an almost puzzled expression. Even as only a newborn she could tell something was wrong.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t do this Katia.” The man suggested hopefully.

Katia turned to him with an ugly sneer, snarling “I won’t let this mistake keep me from what I want!”

He winced, he’d never seen Katia act like this before but he supposed the aspect of losing her chance to go offline so she could take care of the child instead was much too horrific for her.

But…

He looked at the child, his child. He’d give that up for her.

“Why don’t we just hand her over to the group home, they’re going to find her anyway and she’ll end up there either way.”

Tears were finally welling up in the baby’s eyes; it was as if she could understand them.

“Because I don’t want them to know it’s mine. No one will! I want to be remembered as one of the most efficient phaders! Not just one of the women stupid enough to get pregnant!” Without another word she dropped the babe into a wheeled canister in front of her. Now it began wailing as it fell into the cushioned bottom, surrounded by steel walls that resembled a cage. A cage that would exist all her life as she would be forced to devote every second of her existence to work and studies, to then be pushed into the very work that would seal the death of her world.

With a furious sweep Katia kicked the canister sending her daughter shrieking and crying down the slope to the vacant room. The door automatically slid open seconds before she would have crashed into it and shut quickly behind her, silencing her despaired wails.

“Lets go,” Katia muttered without remorse, tearing herself away from the man who was staring on in horror. “I’m cleaning myself up then jumping.”

The man stayed for a moment longer before bowing his head ruefully and uttering an unheard apology.

They’d find her there the next day; a trembling child locked in darkness and closed walls. Like all other children she’d be taken to a shelter home to be trained. Though time would erase the memory it’d always be a personal turning point for her. The day Aja Killian lost her smiles.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry: #2 Letters

Mon, 27 Mar 2006 21:49:37 GMT

Title: Three Stages.
Author/Artist: Emely.
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #2 Letters
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry, Ed and all other mentioned characters and places are property of Hiromu Arakawa.

Three Stages

Uncertain.

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 23:20:22 GMT

Currently the only challenge I am taking is the 30kisses challenge here in LJ. The couple I am do is Envy/Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist. So far I have about four done, but one (this one) is actually a redone attempt. See, I was rather hesitant and uncomfortable with putting up the original one since it contains...some rather inappropriate material but it was still foremostly a psychological piece and I was told the previous one was better. I'm not sure, and still rather reluctant to put it up so this could either be the theme: jolt! as its own or the redone: Violence. Eh. I dunno. Anyhoo, here it is.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Envy/Winry Challenge: #21 TAKE 2

Title: My Tormentor.
Author/Artist: Emely
Pairing: Envy/Winry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #21 violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: Envy, Winry and all other mentioned characters and property of Hiromu Arakawa. The last line is a quote from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.

My Tormentor

If she hadn't thought to to put her head between her knees she'd probably be spewing her guts all over the ground right now. Even know Winry was desparatly trying to fight down the urge not to just regurgitate right then and there. It spoke much of the deep feeling of naseua she was feeling at the moment. It took alot to unsettle the tough country girl, but she especially didn't like doing something so disgusting, such a human thing in front of him. There was still many times when she wondered how he had managed to overcome his deep hatred for humankind enough to be around her, much more like her, and much more....

Did he though? After what had just transpired it was a little easier to believe now but she rather not have witnessed the proof for it made it all the more difficult for her to ignore all the things wrong with this 'relationship' of theirs. Could it even be called that? Whatever it was she enjoyed it, even if it wasn't what she wanted it to be. But however much she enjoyed it, it was stupid, dangerous, and in a way traitorous to those she cared for very much, and those who cared for her very much.

Strong, wet hands grabbed her shoulders and unwillingly forced her up into a sitting position. A tiny whimper of protest escaped her mouth and she tried to pull herself back down but it was a useless effort. There was a moment there, she was uncertain how long in which he just held her shaking body up by her forearms. The blonde still refused to open her eyes, shutting them tightly and pursing her lips to prevent both tear and cry to escape.

"Winry." his tone was tight, barely supressed anger was threatening to break through.

The girl shook her head for no apparent reason. Her eyes refused to open.

"Winry" he called agin, forcing his tone to soften. Finally, slowly her eyes opened and with it some tears freed themselves. Blue met violet. While hers were bright and wide his nearly seemed to be broiling over and narrowed. Even though she knew it wasn't aimed at her the look was still so intense and frightening that she had to look away.

Bad move.

He was the only thing that was distracting her from the ohrrible scene in the ally. Four bodies were scattered about. Not a single on intact. Arms, legs, everything seemed to be grotesquely mangled, bending in places they shouldn't, mouths open in silent screams. Death ad been a constant in Winry's life. Her parent's had died early in her life, Hughes had too, recently Pinako passed away. She was constantly worried for the safety of her brothers, had developed a phobia of the phone. In the automail business it wasn't rare to lose some. It was a dangerous operation and often times there was the soul who pushed themselves just a little to hard. It was easy to shoulder, but it had become something she'd learn to accept. However never before had she seen someone killed right before her eyes. No, they hadn't been killed. They'd been slaughtered. Again sickness overwhelmed her and she began twisted and turning against his grip. He let her go and she backed away, unaware of him, herself, her surroundings. Of everything except the distubring scene before her.

"W-why." It wasn't quite a question, and it wasn't directed at anyone. Simply a coincidentally appropriate word that had managed its way out of her mouth. No matter how much she clutched at her head to try and steady it enough to get her mind around hat she was seeing it wasn't enough. Her locks kept slipping away when they usually seemed cooperative enough to let her a small tug of frustration in the past. Why did that source of relief seem so determined to escape her? Somewhere in the back of Winry's mind she knew her thoughts were completely absurd and incoherent. Right now though her mind was a swirl of violent images and the distraught for the lack of any means of comfort.

Her foot suddenly stepped on something wet and like her hair her feet slipped for beneath her. Before she could even begin to fall however there were arms aroun her, steadying her. This confused the girl until she turned and tilted her head upwards. She'd completely forgotten that Envy was here. For a moment complete relief and a rare appearance of utter adoration crossed her features before it came crashing down on her that he was the one who had caused all this.

"You didn't have to kill them!" If her voice weren't so hoarse it'd have been a scream. Her struggles were renewed and as feverous as ever but he didn't let her go this time.

"Winry. Do you even know what thy were going to do to you?" he asked voice still shuddering as he tried his very best not to be swallowed by anger. There also seemed to be a hint of incredulism in it.

Of course she knew. The way she'd been shoved up against the wall, the way their hands hard torn at her clothes and sour lips had been crushed to hers. It had been obvious. Though at the time when thought the act would be inevitable she had wished that they'd go away or die she hadn't actually thought that her wishes would be answered.

For a moment the only thing that manged to come out her of knotted throat was a raspy sound. A few seconds later found hr, her voice thought and she asked her question again "Why did you have to kill the,? You could just have knocked them out, or, or just taken me away!"

Again his eyes narrowed in that dangerous manner "Why does it matter? They were going to hurt you."

Once more Winry couldn't quite find a response to that. He had no regerts, that much was obvious. Envy was a killer, and he even enjoyed his work as one.Up until now she'd somehow managed to deny that. She'd never actually seem him kill someone before. Now it was impossible, and now she had to live with the fact hat the person she loved was a monster.

Her shoulders were racked with sobs now. Never before had she so blatantly cried in front of Envy. He'd always found crying a truely pathetic act. Much too emotional, much too weak, and often times messy. He'd always hated witnessing it, it was as if they expected to be cmfoted. But seeing her there with her face buried in her hands made him want to do just that. Unfortunatly he had no idea how to do that. All he could do was stare. Though he didn't regret his actions, and would do it again if given the chance he didn't want to see her hurt this way. What the sin still couldn't understand was just why she was crying, why did it matter how he saved her as long as he did it? To cry over a stranger, more so ones that had tried to rape her was something he could not get. No matter what he did it always seemed to end up hurting her, and in turn him more so. No matter what happened between them it would always end in tragedy. Perhaps if he could see who she was truely crying for things wouldn't be so difficult, but things were as such. They hurt each other in ways no one else ever had, and ever could.

"You were born to be my tormentor." he whispered as the girl clawed at her tears.

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Sun, 26 Mar 2006 17:18:59 GMT

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