Drabble series it is.
No one kill me for this drabble. Ok, if you haven't read FMA volume 4 or seen it's equivallent Anime episode, you won't understand the deeper context of the last sentences. So, go read/watch those and come back. Each drabble is an individual story, nothing carries on unless I specify. I have 1 request to make DRR a story, I'll consider, I have thought about it, if you do want DRR to become a story, comment on it at my LJ. Any drabble requests or questions or comments, can be submitted at my LJ. Username is Keylah.
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The report should have been sent 2 months ago and Roy Mustang waits impatiently and anxiously for news, any news, on Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. His head rests upon folded gloved hands, as the door creaks open, and Hawkeye walks in, face impassive, as she hands him a folder.
"Here's Alphonse's report Colonel" she says, face still unreadable, but…was there a slight tremor shaking her hands as she handed him the report? The face too blank? Were her eyes shining a bit to brightly?
Mustang is worried, Alphonse's she had said, not Edward's
"What about Edward?" he asks, afraid of the answer
"…" Hawkeye bites her lip and shakes her head slowly from side to side, face shadowed, and Mustang lowers his head into shaking hands as he fights the tears that threaten to fall. Hawkeye remains impassive as strangled, desperate shouts of "No bloody way he can be dead!" "Bloody Hell Elric! Get your small ass in here right now!" and a howled "Damn you Fullmetal!" came from the shocked military occupants of the building Mustang's office resided in.
Everyone in Mustang's building was at the funeral, and many more. Many looked with pity at the large forlorn metal armor that stood beside the grave marker, a blonde haired girl beside him instead of a braided young man in red.
The grave marker was made of black stone, the shape was that of the black winged flamel that had resided on the back of the red coat that was draped across the wings. The epitaph simply read:
Edward Elric
The Fullmetal Alchemist
Age: 19 years
Died in the field
May he find peace in death
The armor's metal frame shook violently as the spirit within cried silently, unable to shed the tears that he desperately wished would fall. There wasn't a dry face to be found.
The Fullmetal alchemist is dead. And unlike at Hughes' funeral, it didn't rain. It flooded.
