Hey Fanfictionees! So we all know how horrible Havoc's luck with girls is... (take Lust and Armstrong's sister for examples)
Well...it's about to get even worse! But will he fall in love with the most unlikely of people?
There's really only one way to find out where this disaster will lead to...
READ it, REVIEW it, but most of all ENJOY IT!
Chapter One:
Rainstorms and an Incognito Jail Break
"Captain Havoc sir, we have a problem!" A soldier rushed up to the tall blonde man, slipping on the ground wet from recent rain.
"What is it, Shanan?" Jean Havoc asked, turning away from Warrant Officer Furey as they huddled under their rain jackets from the fierce storm.
"We have a group of Ishbalans sir, on the Western Side."
The Captain frowned, rolling his cigarette around in his mouth. "The Ishbalans aren't our enemies anymore, Soldier." He said, tapping his ashes in the ditch.
"I'm aware of that, Sir, but they attacked our troops. We have been trying to avoid confrontation, but it looks imminent."
Suddenly a shadow fell across the Soldier's face, and he fell back with a cry as a knife slashed his arm. An Ishbalan flipped back off the enlisted man, only to be kicked in the face by another soldier, sending the cloaked figure flying backwards. The Ishbalan slammed into Havoc's chest and sent them both tumbling into the rain-filled ditch in a sprawling heap. There was a flash of pain in his chest, and he looked down to see the handle of a knife protruding from his shoulder.
"Military Dog!" The Ishbalan snarled, and Havoc grabbed the wrist of the hand that was attempting to shove the knife deeper into his shoulder.
"Why are you attacking us?! We haven't done anything to you!" He snapped, arching his back and throwing his attacker off into the rain water pooled at the bottom of the ditch. "You, sir, are under arrest for attacking military officers unprovoked..." He trailed off as the Ishbalan leaped up, hood falling back as the rain started again with a vengeance. Long white curls wildly danced about and framed the dark skinned face, delicate lips set in a thin hard line and eyes flashing dangerously. But instead of the usual fiery red color, the woman's eyes were a shocking, icy blue. A bruise was already forming on her cheek, and she spat in the ditch at Havoc's shocked expression.
"You thought I was a man because I took you down; how very vain. But you will not take me!" She raced at Havoc, using his knee as a step and launching herself off his shoulder, snatching her knife as she flew through the air in an impossible display of acrobatics. He winced and clutched at his very hacked up shoulder as the earth around the woman's feet suddenly buckled and shifted. She gasped in shock as it flew up seemingly of its own free will, encasing her in a rocky shell.
"Having a little trouble there, Captain?" A boy who looked about seventeen appeared, his long honey colored hair pulled back in a braid and his golden eyes sparkling with amusement. A mischievous smirk danced across his face, and Havoc sighed, climbing to his feet using the hand the boy offered as leverage.
"Thanks, Ed. Where's your brother?" The Ishbalan woman was staring at Edward with icy flames of anger in her eyes, and she was muttering something in her native tongue that was probably very offensive as she struggled futilely against the alchemic prison.
"He should be around somewhere..."
Suddenly another Ishbalan landed at Havoc's feet, and a boy who looked almost identical to Edward (with shorter, slightly darker hair and brown eyes) clambered out of the ditch, breathing hard. His hands and knees were dirty and his alchemist uniform was much less worn than his brother's.
"Brother, did you see how far I launched him?" Alphonse's big brown eyes were excited, and a barely suppressed grin finally broke out across his face as he stood there panting.
"Not bad, little brother. Not bad at all." Suddenly there was an explosion behind them, and they simultaneously clapped their hands together and slammed them against the wall, sending a double Elric Whammy of Alchemy smashing into the getaway vehicle and sending the jeep full of Ishbalans tumbling into the soldiers' hands.
"Aw man! I thought we were done fighting Ishbalans." Ed moaned, sliding down the wall with a sigh. Havoc rolled his eyes and kicked Ed's boot, motioning for him to get up.
"Come on, Fullmetal, stop moping and help."
The prison door opened with a screech of rusty metal, and the guard snorted awake. A tall blonde man was standing in the doorway, shaking water off of his coat. His left arm was in a sling, and there was a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
"Oh, Captain Havoc! What are you doing down here?" He asked as Havoc saluted him, shaking more raindrops off of his broad shoulders.
"I need to have a few words with a prisoner." He said, and the guard shrugged, sitting back down and flipping open the newspaper he had been reading.
"I'm not one to argue with my superiors. But sir... there is a no smoking policy."
The Captain sighed dramatically. "Right." He tossed his cigarette into an ashtray with a sigh and set off down the hall, boots clicking on the hard metal floor. The prison was absolutely frigid when it rained or snowed, and he had to pity the prisoners there. He stopped by the cell that held the Ishbalan woman who was sitting on her bed with her head bent over her knees, mumbling; probably a prayer to their God Ishbala. He tapped the bars, and she stopped.
"Hey... I need to talk to you." He said softly, and she looked up. Her hair was still damp, and it hung in her face in long ashen waves.
"You put me in here. I have nothing to say to you." She said quietly, her blue eyes staring right past him. They had a strange glaze over them, and there was a sickly pallor about her.
"Are you sick?" He asked, and suddenly her eyes flamed and she leaped up.
"I don't need help from a Dog of the Military like you!" She snarled, her face right in his behind the bars. The life had reignited like a flame inside her, and she was so vicious he actually stepped back in surprise. "I'll get out of here on my own and take my revenge!" She suddenly jerked back, looking like she had made a terrible mistake. She turned quickly, hands clenched in anger at her foolishness.
"Would that revenge happen to be on me?" He asked, and she shook her head with a sigh. Her shoulders tightened, and she held something to her face, looking down where he could not follow her gaze.
"Can I trust you?" It was barely a whisper on the wind, but he heard it, and the sound echoed off the walls eerily, like a ghost's gentle murmurings.
"Of course. It's part of my military training to never give away a secret." Then his expression softened. "And I'm not one to betray pretty girls." He promised softly, and she seemed to make some kind of decision.
She lifted a small locket out of her shirt, opening the lid and stroking the picture inside with a painfully tender and sad expression on her face. She held it out to Havoc, and he gently took it between his fingers. There was a picture of a group of people surrounding her, and on the other side there was a picture of her leaning her head on an Ishbalan man's shoulder, both of them looking blissfully happy with the harsh desert around them. He started slightly as she took it back hastily, her hand brushing against his as she closed it with a gentle click.
"I wasn't there to attack you. I was looking for a man. The monster killed my family and destroyed my village. I've come to take my revenge on him. Roy Mustang."
He tapped his chin, a thoughtful and slightly sad look in his blue eyes. He had heard stories of Ishbal and of the Alchemists--his superior was a haunted man because of it. "You know, I can bet that Roy would meet with you face-to-face. If there's anyone who hates the things he's done, it's the General. Maybe you can appease your need for vengeance a little more peacefully that way." He said softly, and she stood up, her hands wrapping around the bars.
"Take me to see him. Now." She demanded, the flames in her eyes intensifying to a blistering color like fresh ice. "I want to look into the eyes of the man who killed my family."
Havoc had stepped back a bit in surprise at her anger, and he motioned for her to calm down. "I can take you to see him, but you'll have to promise me that you won't do anything rash. Like take a knife to his shoulder and hack it up like a steak." He gestured at his sling, but she simply tightened her hands on the bars. "And I'll have to go with you."
She sighed and nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course." He turned the key in the lock and grabbed her wrist, nodding for her to follow him. She looked a bit unhappy to be so restrained, but she followed without comment. He saw her sizing him up and deciding whether or not she could overpower him, and he tightened his grip slightly to tell her not to even think about it.
"Sir?" The guard looked confused upon seeing Havoc leading a prisoner out of her cell, and stood up nervously.
"Direct orders from General Mustang, soldier--it was all a misunderstanding." Havoc said evenly, and he felt the girl stiffen slightly in his grasp. He touched the back of her hand with his thumb to tell her not to speak, and she looked away, biting her tongue.
The guard looked surprised and unsure. "I didn't realize that you could remove prisoners..." He said, but Havoc waved the comment away.
Then his eyes sparkled a bit mischievously--the way he looked when he was exploiting loopholes. "Besides; I'm the only one who was injured by her, so if I remove all charges then there's not really a problem anymore, is there, Soldier?"
After a quick and stealthy escape that involved waltzing out the front door, Havoc held open the car door for the woman, who gave him a slight glare before climbing in, sitting in the back seat uneasily and looking around at the screaming metal death trap. He got into the front seat and pulled out a cigarette, sticking it in his mouth and lighting it. She made a face as smoke blew in her face before she could open the window.
"That is a disgusting habit." She said, coughing and waving the air in front of her face irritably.
"Sorry." He muttered, heading towards Central Command and flicking the cigarette out the window. He felt eyes on him, and looked in the rearview mirror to find her appraising him in interest.
"You do realize you will get in serious trouble if I do anything crazy while you're watching me, right?" She asked evenly, and he sighed, shrugging.
"Yeah, the thought did cross my mind. But I think that revenge and hatred is just going to make things worse, so better to get it out of your system if possible."
She crossed her arms and slid down the seat, staring out the window at the hustle and bustle of Central City. "Why are you risking this for me?"
Havoc shrugged again, but a little smile danced across his face. "I can't stand seeing a pretty girl in pain." He said, flashing her a grin in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and they spent the rest of the ride in silence.
Hmmmm this chapter seems short...maybe that's just my imagination... -_-
Thanks for reading!
~Firegirl
