I Don't Want Love, I Want Revenge! (One Ishbalin's mission to never forget.)
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A small girl, petite. Quiet, when around strangers though this had become less of a problem through the years. Very light purple hair, almost white in the sun. It was a rare trait to find in an Ishbalin, and didn't exactly match her red eyes. Amika Sukora, Ami-Chan, that was her. She lived of course in Ishbal which she found to be simple yet beautiful. That is, until the massacre. Now she was in tears, sobbing. She sat on the floor clinging to his leg begging and pleading "Please, Yuki, don't leave me alone here! I don't want you to go, please!" He began to walk away silently dragging Ami with him. He stopped and spoke softly "Ami-Chan," he picked her up and looked her in the eyes "you know I have to do this, I have to protect our people." She knew he was right and a small part of her mind whispered "Mika, you're seventeen grow up." But a louder voice screamed "DON'T LET ME GO!"
He pulled Amika into a tight embrace "Mika, I'll never forget you," he whispered in your ear causing shivers to run down her spine. "I love you like a sister!"
Suddenly the door burst open. A big man with an even bigger moustache walked in (that's Basque Gran, heheh!). "Well, well, well, look what we have here," he spat at them "two little Ishbalin lovers!" An angry blush graced her cheeks "We're not mmph!" her sentence was cut short by another soldier's hand covering Ami's mouth. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?" He cooed as if she were an infant. With a sly smile he pulled her into his arms roughly. Mika looked at Yuki with pleading eyes.
She could see tears forming in his red eyes, it dawned on her, she would never see him again. All those years of living and growing up together, gone. He was her only family left her parents and baby brother had been murdered three days ago. Yuki was all she had... had. Mika felt the soldier's hand on her inner thigh and tried to wiggle it off. The soldier began dragging her away as the other shot Yuki in the heart four times. "YUKI!" she screamed to him through the soldier's hand and strained to be free against his grasp.
Soon she were taken to a small room filled with beer cans and Vodka bottles. Thrown onto a small bed the man bound Mika's hands together. He approached her with a lustful glint in his eyes and a knife in his hands. Quick as lightning the point was at her neck. Ami could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Are you gonna be a good, quiet little girl?" he slurred. Mika nodded silently.
Soon she praised the powers that be as she felt the soldier pass out on top of her. She got up well aware he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Ami positioned the knife so it would free her hands. It was then she realized that she was alone in this world. It only took ten minutes for them to ruin her life. So Mika would make sure to make them pay. It was her new mission. Ami would make them all suffer as she had. Not just the two of them, all of them.
She would destroy their army from the inside out and she knew the perfect way to do it. All she had to do was get deep into their army. "I'm going to be a State Alchemist!" she said wiping the last tears from her eyes.
It was a year and a half later. She had shopped everywhere until she found the perfect blue contacts that mixed with her red eyes and gave her a unique dark purple color. Ami had sharpened her alchemy skills. Mastering her art, ice alchemy. She had even made her own wristband with her special transmutation circle. With it she would pull the moisture from the air, put it in liquid form, then she froze it. Bam, instant ice spears!
Today was the day Ami had been waiting for. The Alchemy Exam, she was ready and waiting. After the written test, which proved to be much more of a challenge than she had anticipated, she was to meet with the board of military members including the Fuher. Needless to say she was nervous. Taking a deep breath she walked in and looked down at a three-legged stool. Without a word she transmuted an icicle, attached it as a makeshift leg, and sat down.
"Welcome, Ms. Amika Sukora!" said the Fuher brightly. He seemed very kind. "Now, why do you think you'd make a good State Alchemist?" he asked. Ami thought it over for a moment "I don't was to be good," she stated clearly shocking the board "I want to be the best! I will be the best, I'm a fierce warrior and I made a promise." She finished.
"What was that promise?" one of the men asked. Ami took a deep breath "I promised myself that I'd learn from my past and I promised my family that I would protect them." The board looked satisfied and thankfully asked her nothing more. "You may go, Ms. Sukora." The Fuher told her. Once out of the closed dark room she let out a sigh of relief. That was easy, she told herself. That was before the final test..