Dedication: This is dedicated to my reviewers; AnimeFallingStar, Wrath lover, Nellabelle, and Meso the Hanyu. It's also dedicated to my brand new nephew, Holt Anderson.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own FMA.
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The Scent of Blood
The scent stung his nose.
The scent of blood.
Her blood.
How did it wind up like this? He wondered.
She looked so much smaller now, covered in blood than she ever had before.
"Ran Fan," he muttered, "It'll be okay. I'm gonna get help."
"Don't waste your time," came a raspy voice that he assumed belonged to Ran Fan. It sounded nothing like her voice, but that's what happens when you're seriously injured, right?
"What do you mean?" He asked, knowing exactly what she meant, "It won't be a waste of time."
She smiled weakly.
"We both know there's no one that can help me now," she whispered, "I took a direct hit to the chest, Ling."
He didn't even notice that she'd called him Ling without him having to remind her. He was too scared.
"We have to try!" he insisted, "I can't just leave you like this!"
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.
"You have to," she murmered, "You can't give up on your goal because of me. You have to try, Ling, find the secret to immortality. Become the king of Xing. If not for yourself, then do it for me."
He could feel the tears slipping out of his eyes now.
"Please don't leave me," he whispered.
"I have to," she said sadly. And with that, her grip on his hand loosened and her eyes glazed over.
Ling wiped tears away, a pointless action since more were still coming.
"I promise I will find the secret to immortality," he whispered, "And become the best king Xing has ever seen. For you."
He looked down at the dead girl one more time, the ghost of her last faint smile still etched on her face.
"But what is a king without his queen?" He asked sadly, to no one in particular.
"Absuloutely nothing," He answered himself sadly.
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