Happy Birthday Wrath!! I hope you enjoy. Sorry you had to wait so long. xP (Fics one of two.)
Disclaimers: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
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Obsidian eyes, their owner a dark haired man clad in that blue uniform issued by the state, focused on the fresh ruins below-- fire still dancing on most of the debris-- from his place on a high sand dune. What was the city called again? Aeaistar, wasn't it? He was horrible with remembering these things. A rumor had been floating around that this town was allying themselves with Ishbal and planning to start an up rising... A simple rumor the had spread and became the town's destruction. He could see now that it wasn't true... These people were living peacefully and independent from the state. Until the Tyrant force of the military fell upon them.. they didn't even raise arms to protect themselves.
All their pleads and effort to escape.. it was all in vain, no one listened, no one paid any attention. They ignored them and slaughter those people. None of those thousands deserved to have their life extinguished.. None... Not even the Ishbalians. This whole so called 'war' was pointless... all based on lies. He.. He was a part of the slaughtering, he had helped lay a hand to their deaths and the destruction of the city. Those faces.. Men, women and children... the looks of fear and pleading on their features... It was burned into his mind. This wasn't a war! This was a massacre of many innocents. It torn at his sanity slowly forcing him to his breaking point. His mind wondered on one thought; 'What if he took his own life would it be enough to atone for his sins?'
His limbs moved on there own, carrying him down the side of dune into the city. The deaths hung thicker in the air within the ruins then it had on top of the dune. It turned his stomach; each burning corpse adding to the sickly feeling. A sound caught his ear.. Soft weeping. His eyes scanned around the ruined city, finding the one responsible for the sound. A small, tawny haired female with a strand of black in the tresses that might have been burnt hair or a dirt clump; he couldn't tell. She only appeared to be five years old, maybe younger, maybe older. He could only guess. A determined expression was set in place on the ash, dirt, and blood smeared face of the girl. Her small hands wrapped tightly on a cloth, velvety limb of something trapped under the debris. She pulled with all the strength her small frame could muster.
Pale moonlight lit the town in its gloomy barrowed light combining with the dim light from dyeing flames, a glimmer of something drew his eyes toward her dirty, left leg.. Stretching from her knee to the ankle was a deep cut. The grounds under her leg was dyed with a puddle of the liquid and streams of it dripped down the female's leg, but she stood on it, even though it looked like it was very painful for her. She pulled and tugged, until her hands slipped from the cloth item and she landed with a sharp thud on her rear. She began viciously rubbing the tears from her stinging eyes with the back of her ash covered arm. Locks clung to her face and held there by beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.
The girl pushed herself to her feet, knees buckling and giving way under her. She tried again only to have the same results. She continued, not giving up trying to rise to her feet and get over to the item trapped in debris. His heart wrenched at the sight; she was biting back fresh tears as they stung at her honey eyes. He walked towards her and her attention shot to him. No fear replaced those determined eyes. "Hewo Mistew." she said, a smile tugging on her lips. "I'm Wenee, what's youw's?"
He strained to form a smile on his pale features. "I'm Roy." He told her. She was looking back at the buried item. "Would you like some help?"
"Weally? I would wove some hewp. My beaw. I- It stuck." she explained with a sob fighting its way up her throat, pointing over to the limb sticking out of crumbled remains of a building. He walked over, pushed at the debris, and freed the worn plushie bear. Turning to her and making his way back to her, he knelt down in front of her holding out the plushie she had been working so hard to get free. "Thank you vewy much, mistew Woy."
The girl took the bear and hugged it close, closing her eyes as a fresh stream of tears flooded her cheeks. Roy straightened to full height, scanning over the remains of buildings. No sign of life lodge in this city, but him and the girl.. All where either killed or the lucky fled.. Yet one question couldn't help but bubble up in his mind.. What happened to her family? He looked down at the small child and asked: "Do you know what happened to your family?"
She opened her eyes and tilted her head back looking up at him. Her eyes glazed over from a new set of building tears. She dipped her head, raiseing it slowly. "Theiw gone. Went to faw away to a pwace I couwdn't fowwow.." She whimpered, sniffling.
The answer was something he was sure he knew already.. She was orphaned and maybe he had laid a hand in her family's death. It couldn't hurt to take her in, right? Would he be able to make amends for his sins by raising her? Couldn't hurt to try.. Roy plucked the girl up into his arms, making his way towards the dune he had been at before. Hawkeye was waiting.. "Lets go get you clean up and your wound taken care of." He muttered, with a gentle smile.
"Okay!"
Renee. A name which held the meaning of reborn.. She'd become a Mustang, seemed very fitting for her.