Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Whip - the daughter ❯ Chapter 16
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By: millerthebubbles 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 184 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 184 | Status: Work In Progress
I don’t own FMA but I bought you yesterday, so now you are my slave and you work for me
Mary had to shield her eyes from the blazing sun as she went over the hump of the hill and began to descend down its slop towards the village trying to keep up with Scar while his long stride would have taken about 3 of Mary’s. When they reached the base of the hill Scar stopped causing Mary to run into him and fall backwards onto her rear.
“Oww.” Mary said standing up and rubbing her butt where she landed . Then massaging her sore tailbone and wincing when she went over it.
“Sorry about that” Scar said in reply to Mary’s moans and her swiveled position Mary was making trying to look at her butt apparently under the assumption that the fall had deformed it somehow. Mary turned around and faced him taking her hand off her butt and sticking out her hip in a dignified way.
“If this whole me walking behind you thing is going to work, and the sun is going to be blazing so brightly that I cant see, you’re gonna have to be more vocal and tell me when you’re about to stop at least a few steps in advance” Mary said taking a hand from her hip and shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Okay. That’s reasonable” Scar replied in a slightly sympathetic tone. “Do you think it’s broken? Your tailbone?” he asked when all Mary did was keep staring at him. In reply to that Mary swung her arm down by her side and took a few steps around Scar to where her backside was facing him. She then swiveled her torso around where she was looking at him but her butt was also facing him.
“I wouldn’t know I’ve never broken a bone in my ass before, I don’t suppose you know what it would look like?” Mary said glancing down at her butt, then laughing at the face Scar was making at Mary’s sudden bluntness. She then turned around and began walking towards the village, causing Scar to sprint up behind her and begin walking but slower towards the edge of the village.
When they entered the village Mary became very interested in all of the booths and shops that held a large array of items such as food, candy, jewelry, toys, and clothing. Scar however didn’t seem interested in the other things. He ignored all of the shops seeming to focus on one goal.
“Scar” Mary said quietly returning to his side, seeming to find no more interest in the festive shops that lined the narrow walkways of the village.
“Yes?” He replied looking down at Mary seeing that she had a somewhat sad look on her face.
“Why is everyone looking at me weird?” Mary asked eyeing a woman that passed by, giving her the same wide eyed look that the woman had given her. Scar immediately knew the answer to her question but didn’t seem to have the heart to tell her. So he lied.
“Your clothing” he said finding a good excuse
“What about it? There‘s nothing wrong with being comfortable.”
“Well your clothes look out of place here” he replied. Mary rolled her eyes in reply and folded her arms across her chest in defiance.
“Here we can get something in here” Scar said, placing a hand on Mary’s back and steering her into a shop.
When Mary’s eyes adjusted to the new slightly dimmer light she realized that this place made clothing. All along the walls were spools of thread and cloth and in the far corner was a stool and a tri mirror. Scar stood back towards the doorway while Mary walked along the walls running her hands over the fabric.
“Welcome to my shop how may I help you today?” a squat plump woman said from the other side of the shop. She walked up to Mary and shook her hand. Then with amazing speed for someone like herself, shuffled around Mary and grabbed a handful of hair and piled it on top of her head then clipping it.
“My name is Shannon Brigade, I own and work this shop, I suppose you’re looking for a Shari today?” she asked Mary taking a measuring tape from her apron.
“What am I looking for?” Mary replied to the fast gibberish that escaped from the small woman that was forcing her arms into the air and bringing the measuring tape along each of them.
“Right now we’re only looking for the torso cover up part of the Shari, but I’ll pay you for the other pieces of it and pick it up some other time this week.” Scar replied from the back of the room.
“You are in a hurry?” Shannon asked Scar bringing the measuring tape from Mary’s shoulder down past her bust almost towards her navel looking at the tick mark just above her thumb, then snapping the tape away from Mary and then bending down and measuring her legs and the widths of her hips then her rear. When she stood back up both women had noticed that Scar had left the shop and was shaking hands with some man before going out of sight. The woman let out a sigh that sounded like disappointment in understanding and went back to her measurements while Mary watch the window.
“You are not form around here?” the small woman asked in a slower, lower, and more objective tone than questioning, as she took the final measurements of her waist to her ankle. Then looking up into the girls face.
“The blonde hair and blue eyes give me away?” Mary asked at the woman’s implication. Looking back to her face. She still kept smiling despite the stern and hard face. But at the sincerity of the girls kind face the woman gave a smile.
“No you have wider hips, relatively more muscle, and you dress weird” the woman replied pointing to Mary‘s sweatshirt and pants. She cracked another smile when she saw the look of surprise on the girls face. Mary began to laugh at the woman’s bluntness and the woman just got up and began to grab some fabric from one of the spools that lined the wall. Scar walked in through the door and sat down like nothing happened, like he had never left that spot. He diffidently didn’t expect Mary to say anything.
“Scar who was that man you were talking to?” Mary blurted out as they walked in silence back towards the large house. Mary had been thinking about how it was out of place among the huts and small adobe that were near it, being so large. That was before she decided to figure things out for herself.
“It was an old friend” Scar lied quickly hoping Mary wouldn’t catch on. She didn’t seem to so he merely dealt with the rest.
“What was his name?”
“Martin” Scar lied again. Slightly wishing he didn’t have to lie, but it was for her and everyone else’s safety that she didn’t know, at least not yet, it was too risky.
Mary had to shield her eyes from the blazing sun as she went over the hump of the hill and began to descend down its slop towards the village trying to keep up with Scar while his long stride would have taken about 3 of Mary’s. When they reached the base of the hill Scar stopped causing Mary to run into him and fall backwards onto her rear.
“Oww.” Mary said standing up and rubbing her butt where she landed . Then massaging her sore tailbone and wincing when she went over it.
“Sorry about that” Scar said in reply to Mary’s moans and her swiveled position Mary was making trying to look at her butt apparently under the assumption that the fall had deformed it somehow. Mary turned around and faced him taking her hand off her butt and sticking out her hip in a dignified way.
“If this whole me walking behind you thing is going to work, and the sun is going to be blazing so brightly that I cant see, you’re gonna have to be more vocal and tell me when you’re about to stop at least a few steps in advance” Mary said taking a hand from her hip and shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Okay. That’s reasonable” Scar replied in a slightly sympathetic tone. “Do you think it’s broken? Your tailbone?” he asked when all Mary did was keep staring at him. In reply to that Mary swung her arm down by her side and took a few steps around Scar to where her backside was facing him. She then swiveled her torso around where she was looking at him but her butt was also facing him.
“I wouldn’t know I’ve never broken a bone in my ass before, I don’t suppose you know what it would look like?” Mary said glancing down at her butt, then laughing at the face Scar was making at Mary’s sudden bluntness. She then turned around and began walking towards the village, causing Scar to sprint up behind her and begin walking but slower towards the edge of the village.
When they entered the village Mary became very interested in all of the booths and shops that held a large array of items such as food, candy, jewelry, toys, and clothing. Scar however didn’t seem interested in the other things. He ignored all of the shops seeming to focus on one goal.
“Scar” Mary said quietly returning to his side, seeming to find no more interest in the festive shops that lined the narrow walkways of the village.
“Yes?” He replied looking down at Mary seeing that she had a somewhat sad look on her face.
“Why is everyone looking at me weird?” Mary asked eyeing a woman that passed by, giving her the same wide eyed look that the woman had given her. Scar immediately knew the answer to her question but didn’t seem to have the heart to tell her. So he lied.
“Your clothing” he said finding a good excuse
“What about it? There‘s nothing wrong with being comfortable.”
“Well your clothes look out of place here” he replied. Mary rolled her eyes in reply and folded her arms across her chest in defiance.
“Here we can get something in here” Scar said, placing a hand on Mary’s back and steering her into a shop.
When Mary’s eyes adjusted to the new slightly dimmer light she realized that this place made clothing. All along the walls were spools of thread and cloth and in the far corner was a stool and a tri mirror. Scar stood back towards the doorway while Mary walked along the walls running her hands over the fabric.
“Welcome to my shop how may I help you today?” a squat plump woman said from the other side of the shop. She walked up to Mary and shook her hand. Then with amazing speed for someone like herself, shuffled around Mary and grabbed a handful of hair and piled it on top of her head then clipping it.
“My name is Shannon Brigade, I own and work this shop, I suppose you’re looking for a Shari today?” she asked Mary taking a measuring tape from her apron.
“What am I looking for?” Mary replied to the fast gibberish that escaped from the small woman that was forcing her arms into the air and bringing the measuring tape along each of them.
“Right now we’re only looking for the torso cover up part of the Shari, but I’ll pay you for the other pieces of it and pick it up some other time this week.” Scar replied from the back of the room.
“You are in a hurry?” Shannon asked Scar bringing the measuring tape from Mary’s shoulder down past her bust almost towards her navel looking at the tick mark just above her thumb, then snapping the tape away from Mary and then bending down and measuring her legs and the widths of her hips then her rear. When she stood back up both women had noticed that Scar had left the shop and was shaking hands with some man before going out of sight. The woman let out a sigh that sounded like disappointment in understanding and went back to her measurements while Mary watch the window.
“You are not form around here?” the small woman asked in a slower, lower, and more objective tone than questioning, as she took the final measurements of her waist to her ankle. Then looking up into the girls face.
“The blonde hair and blue eyes give me away?” Mary asked at the woman’s implication. Looking back to her face. She still kept smiling despite the stern and hard face. But at the sincerity of the girls kind face the woman gave a smile.
“No you have wider hips, relatively more muscle, and you dress weird” the woman replied pointing to Mary‘s sweatshirt and pants. She cracked another smile when she saw the look of surprise on the girls face. Mary began to laugh at the woman’s bluntness and the woman just got up and began to grab some fabric from one of the spools that lined the wall. Scar walked in through the door and sat down like nothing happened, like he had never left that spot. He diffidently didn’t expect Mary to say anything.
“Scar who was that man you were talking to?” Mary blurted out as they walked in silence back towards the large house. Mary had been thinking about how it was out of place among the huts and small adobe that were near it, being so large. That was before she decided to figure things out for herself.
“It was an old friend” Scar lied quickly hoping Mary wouldn’t catch on. She didn’t seem to so he merely dealt with the rest.
“What was his name?”
“Martin” Scar lied again. Slightly wishing he didn’t have to lie, but it was for her and everyone else’s safety that she didn’t know, at least not yet, it was too risky.