So thin, so pale, pitiful. That is the only way to describe him, he's killed so many of my people, he deserves to die, but...why can't I do it? Why am I taking care of him? Nursing him to health?
Disclaimer: Scar, Kimbley, Mustang, Archer and Ishvala all belong to the creator of Fullmetal Alchemist, Hiromu Arawaka.
The Ishvalan was minding his own business as he walked through the desert, that's when he caught his attention, though his eyes were dull and he was so skittish, it was obvious. "You..." he muttered and the alchemist let out a startled yelp, trying to stand only to fall back to the ground as his legs gave out, usually bright golden eyes darted around as though he was trying to see where the Ishvalan was. "P-please..." was all the alchemist could whimper before he began coughing, his whole body shaking as the coughs wracked through his body in violent spasms, a strange feeling came to the Ishvalan, one he had never felt before.
"Zolf J Kimbley, the Crimson Alchemist." he growled and Kimbley whimpered again, covering his head with his arms, pitiful, that was the only word that Scar could think of that could describe this scrawny creature. "P-please...don't hurt me...just tell me where you are...please..." Kimbley begged, he began looking around frantically again, Scar frowned and crouched directly in front of the alchemist, "I'm right in front of you. Can't you see?" he asked and the alchemist yelped in shock at the sudden puff of air that washed over his face, he fell backwards and Scar sighed, shaking his head.
"It's rude scaring people like that!" Kimbley snapped, trying to hide the obvious fact that he was completely useless due to his newly acquired state of blindness. "You're blind aren't you?" Scar asked coldly and the smaller male flinched, looking to the side sullenly before nodding slowly, "Y-yes...guess you're gonna kill me now, huh? I mean, now would be the perfect damn time, I can't see you so I couldn't possibly run away from your attacks...I wouldn't blame you, I deserve to die..after everything I've done." Kimbley said closing his eyes as he sat there rigidly, waiting to feel the searing pain of Scar's alchemy.
"Letting you live would be a greater punishment. How did this happen?" the Ishvalan asked and dull golden eyes opened again as Kimbley tilted his head to the side, obviously confused, "I-I don't know... I was just minding my own business, making something to eat for dinner when someone used some type of flame alchemy, my guess is Mustang, and seared my eyes. Archer, his dorm was right down the hall from mine, heard me and came to see what happened. When he found out I was blinded, he seemed to think he didn't have any use for me and had me dumped out here...where ever here is." he muttered and red eyes widened, sure Kimbley couldn't be very useful when blind but with some herbal remedies he would be back to normal in no less than a couple weeks. "Ishvala...forgive me for deviating from thy divine path." Scar sighed and the alchemist seemed even more confused, right before he could ask what the hell the Ishvalan meant, he felt himself being slung over Scar's shoulder, Kimbley yelped and began squirming in Scar's hold.
"What the hell?!" he screeched before beginning to cough again, "Save your strength." the larger man muttered but Kimbley only continued to squirm and hit the Ishvalan's back, Scar ignored it for the most part, if the alchemist wanted to wear himself out then he by all means could. It took him a while but the larger male finally noticed that Kimbley had gone limp, unsure if the other was just trying to fool him, Scar continued walking, his camp wasn't that far and he would check on the alchemist when he got there.
Not gonna make this chappie that long and probably they'll all be under a thousand words, review if you want me to continue ^-^ I swear to god, I'll get my other fics updated XD