disclaimer--sigh...no...i don't own fma, but i'm really close...see my mom's aunt's brother-in-law's first wife's second cousin's grandmother's sister's son's nephew's cousin is the mangaka, and i'm first in line to inherit if she dies. so if she dies anytime soon, i'll take over...even though i can't draw...
so i know i should be working on my 100 royai, but i'm taking a break to write something that has been kinda prodding me. this has a very loose plot, following the manga rather than the anime, though i might switch back and forth a little. this is NOT havocxhawkeye--the following scene is friendship, not romance, and if you think otherwise, i'll kill you. :)
She sighed and took one last drag of her cigarette before flicking it out of her fingers.
"That'll kill you, you know," she heard from behind her. She turned and grinned at the sight of a moving ember in the darkness.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he confirmed.
She shrugged. "If the world is fair, you'll go first."
He laughed and came to stand beside her. "Have another," he offered from his pack. "Or you got one of your own?"
"Nah, I just ran out." She chose a cigarette and searched herself for her lighter. "You know, Havoc…this is a horrible thing you've introduced me to."
He shrugged and watched the flame flare into light, briefly illuminating Hawkeye's face. She held the lighter close to the end and it caught. With a flick, she closed the lighter and pocketed it, sitting down slowly. Shrugging, he joined her.
"These taste different from mine," she said softly, considering the cigarette in her hand.
"Different brands. Don't know where you get yours."
"I tried stopping, you know."
"Don't. It's hard. I've tried."
"You're right. I can't seem to do it."
Havoc shrugged. "Yeah. It's something to do. I told you back then."
"Yeah. Doesn't seem like we've gotten anywhere from then though."
"In the war, no."
She sighed and glanced at her watch. "I got to go, but here, finish it off for me," she said, handing him the rest of her cigarette. He grinned at her quizzically, holding a cigarette in each hand.
She shrugged and smiled back. "Waste not want not."
He sighed and flicked the ask off hers. "Whatever."
"I should never have let you hook me."
He looked up at her, suddenly serious. "I knew I didn't have matches. And I didn't need a cigarette, either."
She blinked, surprised, and then smiled a little. "All right. Thank you, I suppose."
He shrugged.
"See ya around."
"Yeah. See ya." He brought the cigarette to his lips and let it linger there, without sucking in his breath. He could taste her lip balm or whatever on the butt, and it was strangely intimate.
Was he falling in love with her?
No, that wasn't it. She was too much of a hardass for him to go for her…plus he liked a fuller figure. No, it was more of a sense of comfort. He'd never really had a female friend, and precious few male ones. He'd left them all behind when he'd signed up for the military, and now, it was nice to have another one.
Very nice, indeed, he thought, finally inhaling.
review, review! since i'm not making money off of this, the least you can do for me is make me happy, right? about the line "i knew i didn't have matches. and i didn't need a cigarette either," has a backstory, which will be the next chapter, so it's okay that you're confused right there. so tell me what else i did wrong, okay?