FMA_Fic_Contest- Prompt 51: Train "The Hawk's Eyes" (Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye)
This was done for the FMA_Fic_Contest. No *sigh* it didn't win.
Title: The Hawk's Eyes
Author: Seaweed_FMA
Series: Manga, I guess, though it is set in pre-series Ishbal
Word Count: 500 (whew, that was close)
Rating: PG for mentions of war and death
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Hawkeye can't forget why she is here.
The sun beat mercilessly down on the back of her already sunburned neck, and she could feel beads of sweat starting to roll down from her forehead.
But she couldn't worry about that now- couldn't break her concentration. She cleared her mind and shut one eye, pressing her open eye against the rifle's sight.
Waves of heat swam across the sand several stories below her. Every time the wind kicked up it would graze across her exposed skin. She fought through the inconvenience, trying to keep her thoughts on her target. They weren't in range yet, but she knew that it was only a matter of time. She ran her tongue across chapped lips, biting back a hiss of pain.
A flash of blue caught her eye. Her target was coming into range. Immediately the sand in her hair, cracked and bleeding lips, and sunburnt skin faded from her mind. The Hunter took over. The Sniper.
The Hawk's Eyes.
He was just a tiny dot of blue ducking out from behind one of the many burnt out, destroyed buildings; but she trained on him easily, letting her gun follow his movements as he shifted between structures, keeping his body out of the line of fire.
Out of range of the Ishballans perhaps, but not from the Hawk.
She knew what she had to do. She had made a promise to herself to protect him. Hawkeye knew what he could do with her father's alchemy, and only she could ensure that he used it well.
From this distance, she couldn't hear the snap, but she saw the resulting explosion. Even from hundreds of yards away, the blast of heat, wind, and smoke hit her- blowing her hair back and momentarily causing her to lose her target.
A flash of panic set in when she realized that she couldn't see him any more, but after a few seconds the smoke cleared and she saw him- his arm still raised, middle finger and thumb pressed together. A small smile worked its way across her face. It was over, for now. She knew that it was finally safe to lower her weapon.
Hawkeye let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. She slung her rifle over her shoulder, and started down the abandoned, ruined building, carefully picking her way down to the ground.
By the time she was on her way back to safety, the sun had started to set against the horizon. It would have have been pretty, if it hadn't been for the light glinting off the deep red blood that was running in ribbons through the sand.
It didn't take long for the camp to come into view. She walked with purpose through the tents that dotted the ground, until she came upon a campfire that she knew all too well.
"Cadet."
"Major."
"So, you didn't have to shoot today."
"Not yet, sir."
"Good. Carry on, Cadet."
"Yes sir."
She knew that for him, she always would.
Title: The Hawk's Eyes
Author: Seaweed_FMA
Series: Manga, I guess, though it is set in pre-series Ishbal
Word Count: 500 (whew, that was close)
Rating: PG for mentions of war and death
Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye
Summary: Hawkeye can't forget why she is here.
The sun beat mercilessly down on the back of her already sunburned neck, and she could feel beads of sweat starting to roll down from her forehead.
But she couldn't worry about that now- couldn't break her concentration. She cleared her mind and shut one eye, pressing her open eye against the rifle's sight.
Waves of heat swam across the sand several stories below her. Every time the wind kicked up it would graze across her exposed skin. She fought through the inconvenience, trying to keep her thoughts on her target. They weren't in range yet, but she knew that it was only a matter of time. She ran her tongue across chapped lips, biting back a hiss of pain.
A flash of blue caught her eye. Her target was coming into range. Immediately the sand in her hair, cracked and bleeding lips, and sunburnt skin faded from her mind. The Hunter took over. The Sniper.
The Hawk's Eyes.
He was just a tiny dot of blue ducking out from behind one of the many burnt out, destroyed buildings; but she trained on him easily, letting her gun follow his movements as he shifted between structures, keeping his body out of the line of fire.
Out of range of the Ishballans perhaps, but not from the Hawk.
She knew what she had to do. She had made a promise to herself to protect him. Hawkeye knew what he could do with her father's alchemy, and only she could ensure that he used it well.
From this distance, she couldn't hear the snap, but she saw the resulting explosion. Even from hundreds of yards away, the blast of heat, wind, and smoke hit her- blowing her hair back and momentarily causing her to lose her target.
A flash of panic set in when she realized that she couldn't see him any more, but after a few seconds the smoke cleared and she saw him- his arm still raised, middle finger and thumb pressed together. A small smile worked its way across her face. It was over, for now. She knew that it was finally safe to lower her weapon.
Hawkeye let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. She slung her rifle over her shoulder, and started down the abandoned, ruined building, carefully picking her way down to the ground.
By the time she was on her way back to safety, the sun had started to set against the horizon. It would have have been pretty, if it hadn't been for the light glinting off the deep red blood that was running in ribbons through the sand.
It didn't take long for the camp to come into view. She walked with purpose through the tents that dotted the ground, until she came upon a campfire that she knew all too well.
"Cadet."
"Major."
"So, you didn't have to shoot today."
"Not yet, sir."
"Good. Carry on, Cadet."
"Yes sir."
She knew that for him, she always would.