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The following is a chapter of the developing fanfic:
It was a serene Sunday afternoon. Along the street, men and women were gathered together, walking hand in hand with their beloveds while viewing the blossoming flowers. The atmosphere was permeated with the refreshing aroma that had not merely attracted the people, but birds, bees and butterflies too. Turnips, chrysanthemum, hyacinths, lavenders, lilies; at least dozens kinds of plant species had joined the show and embellished the sunny day with bright colorful landscape they had formed.
Amongst the crowd, there was a certain couple. The gentleman was wearing a simple black suit with the outer coat buttoned neatly over his torso. His black jet hair was combed back and glistened under the sunlight. Setting off with his gallant charm was the elegant lady sauntering along with him. Her tan suit had reflected her austere character, but every time she smiled, her amicable feature would radiate like the mild sunshine. This might be the reason for the gentleman to be drawn all his attention to that lady. In fact, his eyes rarely looked on anything or anyone else besides her. He did beam, merely that once, when she looked back at him. That countenance of his remained unchanged as he made a short conversation with the lady, whose eyes later shifted away from her companion. Before the gentleman realized, she had already waltzed away. He immediately followed her. In that large multitude, it was conceivably that he would lose sight of her had he failed to catch her hand. There occurred a momentary stop. To her response, the lady turned around to see the tight clutch on her hand, gripped it, and proceeded to her course. The gentleman let her lead on getting through the throng of visitors as he did not seem to know where they were going. Fortunately, it did not take him long to find the answer. Awaited them ahead were all kinds of beautiful bouquets, setting decoratively around a wooden cart.
The gentleman stared at the bouquets in awe.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” He heard a man said.
The gentleman did not response, simply because he found no word came out from his mouth.
Having to see the gentleman’s reaction, the elder man laughed, “Ha, ha, ha, ha! You’re not the first gentleman to be speechless in front of my bouquets.”
“Your bouquets?” The gentleman finally found his voice.
“Yes! Every single of them!” The elder man stroked his white beard. “From planting to arranging the flowers, they all are my masterpiece,” he said proudly.
“Your craftsmanship is undeniably superb.”
“Many people said that. So, what in the world for a young bachelor like you rambling here alone?”
The gentleman chuckled, slowly raised his hand. The long sleeve of his outer coat shrunk slightly as to reveal the back of his hand, as well as the sparkling golden ring which was fit comfortably on the ring finger. “I’m married,” He radiated the bliss of happiness as he spoke. He subsequently looked to his right, implicitly signing for the elder man to bring his eyes to the cart. There stood a woman. She was the lady with the gentleman a moment ago. “That beautiful lady over there,” said the gentleman, “is my wife.”
Joined: 18-April 06
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It was a total chaos. Screaming and shouting everywhere, no matter which direction one was running to. Then, the earth shuddered as another explosion went off, further precipitated the formation of living hell. It was not certain where it came from, but it was close. In reality, under that live threatening situation, the instinct was to run away from it. Some followed the track, others strode over the low fence threading on the flowers. How irony it was for the people, who were once being there to admire the beauty of the plants, stepping the flowers under their feet. As the situation went uncontrolled, several military personnel stepped in to guide the civilians to safety. The gentleman was still at the festival fleeing for his life. At odds with the other evacuees, he was running into the center of the festival, where he was greeted with a garden of red roses. “Damn it!” He cursed and bolted back as quickly as he could, right before the roses being engulfed by red flashes. Another explosion was set off sending the shockwave produced to the vicinity including the gentleman. The force was so great that it threw him out. The gentleman was lying on the ground grimacing, as the pain taking its time to subside, but it was not over yet. “What is this about, Flame Alchemist?” The gentleman found a figure looming into his blur sight. Black was the first word that came up to his mind. The man waved off his overcoat that wrapped about his shoulders, grabbed on the gentleman’s attire, and lifted his victim aloft. “Is that all you could do, running away? I am very disappointed.” The gentleman’s panting then turned into cold sneer. “Who said that I was running away?” The gentleman asked. The question did not mean to be answered, but rather served as an early warning to the man, who had perceived that he was hit at the back. Petrified by the sudden assault, the man loosened his grip and dropped his victim. The gentleman fall his back hard on the pavement. Groaning for his pain as he propped himself up, he found the assailant had vanished into thin air. As seconds passed, the fog of dust was blown away by a gush of breeze. But, the mild wind brought to the gentleman more than mere clean air. “Yo, First Lieutenant!” With a broad smile, the gentleman greeted the incoming acquaintance, before he got back on his feet. Standing right in front of the gentleman, the lady, with her arms crossed, shot him a subtle glare, which shattered the smile that the gentleman put on his face. The gentleman heaved a heavy sigh, thinking that it would be a long day. “I almost had him, you know?” “You almost got yourself killed, sir.” The lady said curtly, as if she had paid no attention to the gentlemen’s statement. “That is not true, lieutenant. What you saw was only part of my set up. Above all, he showed himself at the end. Even if you did not show up, our snipers could have taken him down.” “I didn’t know that we had any snipers assigned for reinforcement.” “That was my mistake, I must admit. I forgot to mention it during briefing. That psychopath did not worth for me to bet my own life. I would be a big idiot if that was just to get a promotion.” “Nice shot, lieutenant! Wow, Roy, you scared me.” “Maes…” “That was close!” “Maes, please stop.” “You know what, First Lieutenant?” “Maes!” “We had no one deployed here to back him up at all. That man could have killed him.” “Really?” Staring at the gentleman nonchalantly, the lady turned around and walked off. “Big idiot.” She added. “Big idiot? Who? Who does she refer to, Roy? By the way, did you say something?” “Thanks a lot Maes, for ‘backing me up’.” The gentleman especially emphasized the last three words. Maes patted the gentleman’s shoulder and guffawed. “Sure, Roy. You’re so welcome.” He replied. “The report, on you.” The gentleman strode off angrily. “Hey! That’s not a good way to thank someone!" The gentleman did not give a moment to leave his comment on his friend's words. "You can’t escape from the paperwork forever! Big idiot…” Maes said. It finally struck a cord on the gentleman as he turned around and snapped, “you purposely mentioned that in front of her, didn’t you?” "I have no idea what you were talking about.” Maes dug his ear and left. “Maes!” The gentleman followed his friend, wanting for an explanation, not even noticed that he was secretly observed by a pair of wicked eyes. “We’ll meet again, Roy Mustang…”