A/N - So, I just read chapter 106 and fapped like the Kimblee-freak I am. I'm so pleased with his closure, you don't even know. So I wrote this drabble. In honor of my beloved crazy. X3
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or Kimblee. They belong to Arakawa-sensei and the companies responsible for publication. And 106 is proof that Arakawa loves. SPOLEIRS, for ch. 92/93 & 106. ENJOY!!!
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He coughed hoarsely, the taste of blood still fresh in his mouth. Kimblee pressed his hand to his neck, the painful stinging numbing after that fist introduction of pressure. But soon after, all the pain seemed to dull and the blood on his tongue turned into water before evaporating into the air. Air…
That's right; he had died. Or more like killed. Twice, really. He expected it, though, having "abandoned" that chimera in the dilapidated mineshaft. He just didn't expect the lion-man to have that much energy left in his body to deal such a fatal blow. And then, that ever-so admirable homunculus, another obvious course of action in Kimblee's depressed fate; Pride admitted to eating Gluttony once the tubby homunculus had lost its use. What was stopping him from devouring Kimblee? Nothing. Once Heinkel attacked, Solf J. Kimblee knew exactly what was going to happen.
What he wasn't aware of, however, was this; whatever this was.
Curious how not only the pain of his wound had subsided, but the feeling in his body all together vanished completely. Kimblee took a glance around at his surroundings, a trippy scene of scrolling reds, black and white scratching at the bloody color's surface. He tilted his head, trying to decipher the odd shapes within the movements. "Faces," he thought to himself. Almost instantly at discovering the mystery of the shapes, the soundtrack blasted mindlessly.
Cries and screams of desperation and horror, reaching pitches of unimaginable highs and lows. A plea for help, for love, for death, for life, all finding their way into Kimblee's mind, echoing noisily with repetitive wishes for the end of this Hell.
And he smiled, one of the most devious smiles of his lifetime, though one would hardly call this a fragment in Kimblee's life. "You foolish homunculus," he cackled beneath an indulged laugh. "There couldn't be a more delightful atmosphere for the Crimson Alchemist."
Glee filled his every pore; perhaps his soul would enjoy its time within Pride's stone. At least he had a front row seat to the Promised Day, an event that constantly itched at his curiosity. And of course, he could now wait until this rotten child received its much deserved end.
"Let the show begin."
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THANKS FOR READING!!!
~erbby