Kame: …heh, I almost feel guilty starting this when I have two stories that really need to be updated, but this idea struck me, and it was too good to let it go. This idea came to me one day when it was raining outside and, strangely enough, I was in the shower. This is going to be really short, 5, maybe 6 chapters pushing it. Ok here you go.
Disclaimer: no own, no sue
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I hate it. Despise it. Rain. The water that falls from the sky, the liquid of life. The very liquid we are made of. The liquid that quenches our thirst and empowers us. Empowers everyone -except me.
Who am I? To military personnel, the people of Amestris, I am Colonel Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist, The Hero of Ishbal. I am known for my fiery powers, my burning ambitions to rise to the top, and my hot passion (at least to the ladies of Central). I am feared by my enemies, respected by my superiors, and hated by those who want what I have. I am the diamond in the coal mine, sparkling with the potential to change the way things are done-to change the world. But the water, the rain, takes all of that from me. It robs me of my ability to use my flame, the power to do the magic that made me famous. It washes away The Flame Alchemist, and leaves behind Roy Mustang. The rain robs me of my godly power- the power used to end lives and destroy entire cities-and reduces me to an ordinary human.
I hate the rain because it makes me realize how human-and weak-I am. The rain prevents me from defending myself with alchemy; it can make me sick if I stay out in it long enough. The rain helps me to see how truly helpless I am; I cannot stop the rain, nor fight against it. It reminds me that there is something greater-and more powerful- out there, something more important than my ambitions and dreams. Most importantly, it makes me see how mortal I truly am; rain will come and go long after I am dead and gone. The rain will always come back-from a battle, a mission, even a simple inspection of the block around headquarters-but I will not. The rain is guaranteed eternal life and infinite chances; I am not even promised tomorrow. Because of this, I realize I am just as human as the lowliest criminal. I make mistakes; I hide secrets. But the rain is pure and open; it is a sweet truth that pours from the heavens.
I hate the rain because it forces me to see my weaknesses.
