Someday by The Lady Arianrod
disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
a/n: This is my second FMA fic in a few days. It's similar to my other recent story, but this is based on Scar's thoughts about his past (2003 anime).
I hope you like it!
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Ithardly ever snowed in Ishbal.
It hardly snowed in Central either, so Scar couldn't help but notice the fat snowflakes that fell carelessly and lazily over the cobblestone streets of the cursed city.
He clenched his fists and exhaled in annoyance as he mentally listed the names of the remaining State Alchemists that he had to kill-
He had to.
"Why focus on revenge?"
He could hear their voices, the Ishbalan elders and his friends, and his brother-
Damn it.
"You," he snarled aloud, carefully avoiding the name of the brother who had dabbled in the forbidden arts, and changed everything- and saved him.
Scar forced himself to forget the old sentimentality, the regret that threatened to tug at his heart again, like it always did.
"You'd probably like this weather, but to you, it wouldn't be a gift from God. It would be something cold and scientific, something about water and ice," he said angrily, shooting a pointed glance at the sky.
There was a moment of silence. Scar could hear his brother mocking him, telling him that he should've embraced alchemy, that heretic's art, and it disgusted him.
"Get the hell out. You don't have any say in this," he cursed softly.
Scar stepped into an alleyway and leaned his head back against the cold stone wall, wondering if the people who built this inn were the ones who had killed his brother, the only family he had left.
Everything was made of blood, innocent blood, even his cursed arm.
He'd been over this dozens of times before, but he had to ask again.
"Why? Why did you create something like this? How could you?"
And then, in a slightly softer tone, "Why'd you give it to me? What about you?"
The snow was falling heavily now, but it wasn't cold enough to cover the streets or the trees.
"Is this a message? Why would Ishbala want it to snow now?" Scar wondered.
He couldn't let it deter him from his mission. He couldn't let it make him think about his, past, or to reevaluate every decision he'd ever made.
"I don't know what you want. I don't know why you did what you did, but I can't forgive you that easily, brother," Scar said quietly.
He felt the old emotion tug at his heart, and he almost felt tears forming in his eyes for an instant, like they had all those years ago-
"No."
Scar made a fist and punched the wall angrily.
"Get out."
His thoughts quickly shifted to the next heretic on his list, a soldier who had slowly tortured his neighbors to death.
"I need to do this, brother."
Scar turned and left the alley, and he almost missed the thin stripe of pale blue sky that was peeking out from behind the clouds.
Fresh tears formed in his eyes.
He would think about this again someday, but not now.
"I'm sorry."