[COMPLETE] some say the world will end in fire and some say in ice-
Characters: Hijikata Toshirou & Roy Mustang [mayovice & miniskirtspl0x]
Content: Why the hell does this guy look, act and even speak like me? - the answer to finally going to be revealed.
Setting: Upper decks of the Victoria II.
Time: Sometime after the mage attacks.
Warnings: Despite the icon-no, there is nothing of noteworthy adult content besides Hijikata's swearing.
Upper deck, in an hour. Don't be late.
Hijikata couldn't forget those words as they rang in his head, the voice of its owner almost eerily similar to his own. Not only the voice, their actions, their thought patterns, their looks, even... they were all almost the same in one way or another. Certainly, there were the subtle differences and things that differentiated between him and Mustang, but there were already far too similarities to simply write it off as a coincidence.
Then again, it was just like what that witch had said last time. There were no such thing as coincidences in this world. Everything happens with a reason.
This is a reason I'd like to know then, the samurai grumbled to himself mentally as he climbed up the stairs to his destination, the usual cigarette in between his lips as the man puffed like a chimney. After everything that happened, he damn well needed a fucking cigarette for all this bullshit before he decided to strangle any unfortunate cabin boys to death; the duo that got caught slacking by him earlier (and were now made to scrub the decks until it fucking shined) didn't cut it.
He paused at the threshold for a moment, taking a pause to get a new smoke - the one in his lips was dying out quick - and stomped out the butt before he went up to the upper decks.
Content: Why the hell does this guy look, act and even speak like me? - the answer to finally going to be revealed.
Setting: Upper decks of the Victoria II.
Time: Sometime after the mage attacks.
Warnings: Despite the icon-no, there is nothing of noteworthy adult content besides Hijikata's swearing.
Upper deck, in an hour. Don't be late.
Hijikata couldn't forget those words as they rang in his head, the voice of its owner almost eerily similar to his own. Not only the voice, their actions, their thought patterns, their looks, even... they were all almost the same in one way or another. Certainly, there were the subtle differences and things that differentiated between him and Mustang, but there were already far too similarities to simply write it off as a coincidence.
Then again, it was just like what that witch had said last time. There were no such thing as coincidences in this world. Everything happens with a reason.
This is a reason I'd like to know then, the samurai grumbled to himself mentally as he climbed up the stairs to his destination, the usual cigarette in between his lips as the man puffed like a chimney. After everything that happened, he damn well needed a fucking cigarette for all this bullshit before he decided to strangle any unfortunate cabin boys to death; the duo that got caught slacking by him earlier (and were now made to scrub the decks until it fucking shined) didn't cut it.
He paused at the threshold for a moment, taking a pause to get a new smoke - the one in his lips was dying out quick - and stomped out the butt before he went up to the upper decks.