A/N: And this is the last one (kinda?). TheRoseAlchemist17, I'm relieved Izumi was okay. And I feel FMA makes all of us sentimental, Guest. Well, without further ado, off to Violet!
Violet
Violet was the colour of ambition, power and mystery. A colour so rare that many considered it to be artificial.
It was purple that woke Havoc up at midnight. Violet eyes and black silky hair (artificial beauty, artificial, lust) that belonged to a lady he never wanted to see in his life again. And never would, considering the fact that the violet-eyed person was now dead, burned to ashes by Mustang.
Violet that had belonged to a homunculus who had played with his heart like a violin and then tried to kill him and his superior.
He had been paralyzed; a long time spent having no hope left to ever pursue his career again, though he promised to still work for Mustang. A uselessness that had lasted until the colonel had come by. And the colonel had insisted that he, Havoc, be healed first.
There was a day he had caught a sight of that violet from the corner of his eyes and freaked out in the office, lashing out at the illusion. The others hadn't asked anything; all of them had their own scars that were slowly healing.
Jean Havoc hated violet and never wanted to see it again.
A/N: I don't think this came out that well, but like with Izumi, I'm writing Havoc for the first time... And I guess there'll be just one more chapter, since I wrote something about black and white. Thoughts about it?
