One, Roy/Kimbley FMA ficlet

Oct 06, 2006 08:20


So I'm still hiding out at Soshi's, not much else to report there except I'm thinking it might be safe to go home again. Considering Envy has a new target and all now. So all the best to Kaidoh in fending off the beast.

Envy, I suppose I should thank you a little bit, because you inspired me to rewatch FMA and I swear it wasn't so I could remember how to kill you, and because of that I wrote a brief ficlet. More of a drabble really.

One.

He flicked the blade sharply across the headboard, smiling and humming as he did, and grinning even harder at the glare his young blonde roommate shot him.

“Can’t be cheery on this fine day?” he said, stuffing feet into mud spattered boots.

The roommate snorted “You are insane Zolf”

“It’s Kimbley, and just maybe. You’re on squadron with Armstrong today, taking the east building”

With a sunny smile and a flick of his hair he was gone.

Two.

Another scratch another day, Kimbley had a new roommate now, to match his new scratch.

Blondie had been shot, pity, he was a smart kid. Shrugging he strapped his boots and wondered why he didn’t just sleep with them on.

“C’mon Taylor, you’re with me today”

Feral grin, fear, wonderful way to start a morning.

Three.

It was like walking through a park, leaves and trees and birds and little bug things. All interesting and animating and sweet smelling.

Except, it wasn’t a park it was the military hospice, it wasn’t leaves and trees and birds it was bloodied bodies and screams and moans, and little bug things was code for little unmarked graves.

Well, Kimbley thought, blood was sweet smelling.

Four.

Bunking with Mustang was fun. That boy knew how to live. He slept with his boots on. He admired that. Forethought, strong leadership, less time strapping the fucking things on in the morning.

He showed his appreciation by not bugging his whiskey flask, and Mustang seemed to show his appreciation at said gesture by not burning off his eyebrows.

It was a beautiful friendship.

They were very much alike.

Five. Six. Seven. Twelve. Fourteen.

The only difference between them?

Roy had nightmares to remind him of his sins, and Kimbley had notches to remind him of his.

I have a tennis lesson with Hiyoshi sometime next week, and I'm putting it here so I don't forget about it. Should be fun Buchou ;)
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