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Higanbana

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Higanbana


He always loved the rich red colours of those flowers growing in his garden. He always loved how they blossomed and bloomed with such an intensity only blood could reach. He loved how they looked when his mother wore them as decoration. The red of the flowers and this silky black of her bun just looked perfect in his eyes.
He always loved when the Higanbana bloomed.


When they bloom...


A chilly breeze made the young man shiver as he sat in his room by the window reading a book he just recently got from his mother's library.
He was quite fond of this one – as it was a novel with lots of crime and sex in it – not that he was so fond of porno-graphical books, no, not nearly right, he just enjoyed reading books in which women killed their lovers out of the blue only to be revealed as betrayed wives.
(Secretly he thought that unfaithful men deserved nothing else than such a death.)
He read on and enjoyed the cool wind, welcomed it, as it was hot and stuffy in his room, summers were hot in Xing, too hot for the boy's taste.
He turned the page and sighed, closed the book and wiped the sweat from his temples, his fringe and hair was somehow dull – not silky at all – and thus he decided to take a shower before he would go to eat dinner with his mother.
Slowly he got off his seat by the ancient writing desk and walked to his bathroom, tossing the book aside and smiling satisfied as it landed on top of his pillow.
A cold shower was what he wanted and so he stood just there and enjoyed the cool water dripping and drizzling. Like a summer's rain was supposed to feel like.
The prince's eyes where closed as he was relaxed and just about to start daydreaming as he heard a silent tap at the door to his bathroom.
"Waka, I knocked at your room's door, but you didn't answer so I... I thought you might enjoy a shower and..."
He turned his head slightly and listened, but his servant kept quiet.
"What is it?", Ling asked and swore he could hear a gasp from the other side of his door. "Lan Fan?" "Waka... please, I didn't want to interrupt you... a-and..."
What did she think he was doing?
Ling sighed and turned off the shower.
"Wait a bit."
He could imagine her nodding and noticing that he could not see it as the door was still closed.
The boy took a towel and dried his hair that the water won't drip endlessly.
After dressing into a bathrobe he opened the door and looked to his right side where Lan Fan stood.
"What is it?", he asked once more and blinked.
She blushed and stared at her feet. Her master showed his eyes only when he was really concerned about something...
"I... Yao-sama wanted to speak with you, young master..." "My mother? I see... thanks..."
He walked into his room and closed the bathroom's door behind him, Lan Fan followed him silently and nearly fainted as he just undressed – in front of her eyes and without warning of course.
"W-wah..."
"Hm?"
Ling shrugged and opened his closet to get fresh underwear and clothes he could wear. It was still too warm and stuffy in his room.
He dressed and Lan Fan stood in a corner, ashamed of herself for looking at her young master with such lustful eyes.
"He will scold me! I know it!!", she thought desperately and winced as he called her name.
"Lan Fan, seriously, did you fall asleep?"
She shook her head and apologized for her behaviour.
"What ever you say... Did I somehow shame you?", he asked and couldn't help but smile widely as she blushed a dark shape of red.
"Did you like it? My body...?"
He stood in front of her before she could answer and pressed her against the wall.
A small gasp escaped her lips then he sealed them with his own.
He kissed her and gently pulled away.
"Waka..."
"Yes?"
"Why did you do this?"
Ling shrugged and brushed his lips softly against her cheek.
His lips were smooth, not like hers, she bit them frequently...
"Ne, Lan Fan... tell me, do you like that?"
"I don't understand...?"
"I'm saying that I won't do that if you disliked it..."
She blushed and raised her hand to touch his perfect pale cheek, but stopped in mid air.
"Touch...", he whispered and smiled as she did as he said.
"Young master..."
"Yes?"
"It's too warm inside here..."
He backed off and left a dizzy Lan Fan who just sank to the floor.
"Didn't you drink enough?!"
She silently gasped as he lifted her from the floor and carried her to his bed.
"So, lie down and wait for me..." "But Yao-sama wanted to..."
Ling didn't care what his mother wanted, he wanted to get something to drink and so he sneaked into the kitchen and nicked some tea for himself and his poor servant.
After drinking the tea both felt better and Lan Fan wanted to go, but Ling just lay down next to her and hugged her waist.
"Waka?!"
"Hush... I'm tired and I want you as a pillow..."
She fought the urge to call him cute – something he most likely wouldn't like.
"Very well... then use me as your pillow...", she said instead and Ling just hugged her more tightly.
After a few minutes she could hear his calm breath.
"Young master?"
He was fast asleep and still clung to her, she couldn't move one tiny bit.
Lan Fan looked to the window, it was still wide open and still a chilly breeze came in.
She was very tired herself and just closed her eyes for a moment, just for a moment...

It was late night when Ling opened his eyes and saw that Lan Fan was there, in his bed, next to him...
Oh of course, he had used her as a pillow...
"Lan Fan?"
"Y-yes?"
Both sat up and she rubbed her eyes, looked at him confused and unsure.
"What do you wish for?", he asked her silently and she whimpered.
Why did he ask her such things?!
"Lan Fan...?"
"Y-yes, young master?"
He pulled her closer and kissed her lips, her cheek... and then her neck.
"W-wah..."
"Don't you like that?" "It was too sudden..." "But you like it?" "Yes, I do..."
He nibbed at her neck and made her shudder.
"Waka... ah... please stop it...", she gasped and he let go of her.
"I'm sorry..."
She shook her head and sat down on his lap.
"No, don't be, waka... It's just, that I am the one that should please you."
His eyes widened at her statement and she looked at them, amazed. She loved his eyes as they weren't black like most of the Xingese eyes were... but the colour of the moon, silver-grey.
"Waka...", she whispered and touched his cheek.
"Lan Fan... what do you want to do... to me...?", he asked and hugged her gently.
She did not know.
What did she want to do? She wanted to please him, she wanted to give him everything he requested...
"Waka... do you want to sleep with me?"
He blinked in confusion and blushed after the information of the question had set in.
"Oh... oh my... Lan Fan... are you serious?! I mean... whoa...", Ling stuttered helplessly and looked at her, searching for help.
"My body belongs to young master and I know what books you are reading and I thought..."
He chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"No... I'm not reading them for this reason, Lan Fan... I just like detective novels... and there happens to be a lot of sex in it."
"I'm so sorry!!"
Lan Fan jumped off his lap and tripped over her own feet.
Ling caught her before she could fall and hold her in his arms.
"Don't run away...", he murmured and pulled her close.
They lay down again and began to undress each other while sharing longing kisses.
The next morning Ling woke up, his bed was empty,
Lan Fan was gone.

Still a bit dizzy he walked into the bathroom and started that morning with a short shower.
He thought about last night and a gentle smile graced his face.
They didn't sleep with each other after all, but shared nice kisses and groped a lot – he didn't knew, that Lan Fan would like to grope that much... she seemed really happy, that she was allowed to touch.
Lan Fan... were did she go?
He dressed for the day and decided to train before he would look for her, it was not a surprise that he found her in the courtyard were both of them trained.
"Good morning", he said and smiled brightly.
"Good morning, young master, I hope you slept well!"
She bowed and both started practising, Ling noticed that Lan Fan watched him most of the time and stopped his movements.
"Lan Fan?" "I'm sorry... it's just... I couldn't do otherwise and... so beautiful..."
He blinked at her and she pointed behind him, he turned and saw the dark red blossoms of the flowers he loved so much.
They were in full bloom.
"Ah... yes, they are...", he said and smiled, Lan Fan rushed past him and picked one of the delicate looking flowers.
"Young master..."
She stood next to him and he bowed a bit, that she could attach the flower to his hairband.
"You are beautiful...", she whispered and he smiled.
Hah~
Yes, I know I wrote that I wouldn't upload until next week. But so what?
I had to write this FF!!
It was just there... and yeah... ////
Hey, be happy that you can read something again!
(or not...)

No Beta... as like alwaysx'D
Sorry guys, I just felt like writing... not like correcting mistakes.
English is still not my mother tongue xP

Yes, it's LingFan.
What else guys?
I love them!
Don't like, don't read.
I think it's post Amestris blah... but Lan Fan has both arms... no automail so... er... dunno...

Higanbana... erm I think they're called red spider lily?
You guys know them!
They're like in a bazillion of animes...
For example Jigoku Shoujo and Inu Yasha too!
I love 'em...
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Fullmetal Alchemist; Ling Yao, Lan Fan © Hiromu Arakawa
Story © :iconyouriko-chan:


Maybe I'll correct mistakes later... maybe not...
© 2010 - 2024 Youriko-Chan
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SasukeOtouto's avatar
Youriko, I just love your stories, they're the best!
I love everthing about them:
The plot, your way of writing and the themes<3

And I love those flowers so much<3

It's so perfect.

Although I must say, Ling deserves better than her.
She is a stupid girl.
So stupid... goddamn I hate that girl ;_;"
Just send her down right to hell!
*pout*

But nevertheless a great oneshot and a read more than worthwhile<3