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Chapter 2: Washed Over

You promised me, HE PROMISED ME!

A limp body washed slowly up onto the sand below the ravine, then skin was cut up and bloody, and the face was hidden by the blond bangs that were dyed red. The body moved back and forth from the waves, earning the attention of many red coloured eyes staring.

"A soldier…"

"A murderer…"

"Kill him…"

Bodies that belonged to the red eyes emerged from the deep forest beside the sand flats. Ishvarites surrounded the unconscious and injured soldier, their rifle's held tightly within their grasps, pointed at the blond man.

"Stop! Don't hurt him!" a young voice shouted out as a short young girl ran by the older Ishvarites and kneeled beside the injured man. "How can you wanna injure a helpless man who's unconscious and dying!" she cried. She tried pulling the man up, and placed his head on her lap, caressing his pale cold face.

The Ishvarites frowned amongst themselves and allowed a tall built older man to come over beside the girl and carefully lift the soldier from the cold water with ease, holding him bridal-like style. "Back to camp," he grumbled, and disappeared into the forest, the little girl right at is side looking up at him.

"Daddy! You're not gunna kill him, are you? He's hurt...he's really, really hurt!" she cried, tugging at his pant leg. The hands that limply fell beside the soldier's body, twitched lightly, causing the girl tug harder and point. "SEE, he's still alive!" she sobbed.

The father looked down at her and smiled. "Don't worry Ishchu...I'm not going to kill him, we'll have to get him back." Then he walked fast, the little girl having to job along her father's long strides back home.


"So…dark… Asia..." "Poor man, he's delirious..." the father said, while dabbing Havoc's forehead, carefully cleaning the gash near his temple. The soldier's body twitched and move, his face's features kept moving in pain from the fever and delirium. "A-Asia..." he managed, crying and clutching the sheets tightly. "S-Sis..."

"Daddy, is the man gunna be okay?" the little girl asked with a sad gaze falling to Havoc's face.

"I don't know Ishta, I don't know. All we can do is bring him back up to health and pray to our god..." the father said and patted his daughter on the top of her head and then returned to cleaning the gash. Ishta frowned again and left her father to continue with his work. She silently went to the living room where her mother was carefully knitted and crawled into her lap.

"Mommy...do you hope the man gets better?" she whispered, clinging to the woman's shirt while putting her face into the corner of the woman's neck with a sob. "I hope so...he looked so hurt..."

The mother put down her knitting and hugged her daughter close and smiled softly. "Don't worry Ishchu...he'll be okay. I believe it," she said into her daughter's ear, like a secret, and kissed her check. Ishta cuddled into her mother's embrace and placed a hand on her large stomach, feeling the life in there, and then closed her eyes, the beat of her heart, the unborn baby's heart, and her mother's heart lulling the child asleep.


A month of searching, no body found. Outside it was raining, reflecting the sorrow if the entire Headquarters that stood out in the cemetery of Central, mourning a death to whose body wasn't found.

Asia was knelt near a grave, her hands to her face as her tears merged with the pouring rain. The sound of rifles and trumpets exploded. Roy Mustang raised his hand in a salute, as did every other soldier. Silent tears and silent goodbyes echoed the graveyard.

Asia couldn't believe it, he had promised her...when they were children, when they were older...he had promised, every time he went on a mission. Why now, why did he have to leave her now. She was alone now...


Another month later:

You promised me! He promised me!

A body shot up in a bed, gasping for breath and shivering from an ongoing-nonstop nightmare. The figure lowered his gaze to the bandages around his chest and stomach, as well as his arms and forehead. What had happened, was he in some sort of military infirmary? No, the interior was much different; it was hotter and cold at the same time as well.

Suddenly a memory attacked him.

'Blasts, little girl...Asia, strangling...Asia, sitting on me crying...attacked, clown off of a cliff...' "What happened!" Havoc shouted, clutching his head and shutting his eyes. "How long have I been unconscious for, where's Asia...the Bridger Colonel, Hawkeye, Breda, Falman, Fury...where is everyone!" he shouted and flung back the covers in rage, clad only in a pair of baggy pants, and managed to stand up.

Havoc looked around the room as he walked slowly to the door. It looked nothing like a hospital room. "Where am I?" he asked again out loud, going into the next room. After a moment, a scream erupted from the room and Havoc came running back with a limp, shutting the door and falling back into the corner of the room, hiding himself badly. He covered his head, 'Ishvarites...?' he wondered with wide eyes, and as the door opened he ducked his head, the door revealing the father and Ishta.

"Is the man scared daddy?" Ishta asked, looking up to her father who frowned slightly and walked to about ten feet from Havoc's crouched form in the corner of the room.

"Are you scared young man?" the older man asked, kneeling down. Havoc didn't more nor did he speak. "I find this situation to be very offensive young man, I don't even know your name."

"Havoc..." Havoc whispered. The man raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Havoc, Jean Havoc..." Havoc said more loud and clear, and raised his head a bit, revealing his scared blue eyes. The Ishvarite smiled and sat down.

"I'm Galad, and this here is my daughter Ishta. You've been unconscious and in a coma for more then a month Jean. Our people found you washed up on the sand flats and Ishta here rescued you," Galad explained, the words making Havoc raised his head more. " We brought you here and my wife has been caring for you. How did you fall anyway? We heard explosions up above a month ago, was a war up there?" the older man watched Havoc's expression turn to horror as the soldier jumped up.

"MORE THEN A MONTH!" Havoc shouted, then stared pacing back and forth with a worried expression etched onto his face. "More then a month...did anyone try to find me...what about Asia...where is everyone...! Where am I!" he babbled, then stopped and fell to his knees, his eyes staring at the ground with silence.

Ishta stared at Havoc and walked up to him. "We can help you find your friends!" she smiled and sat in front of him, taking his hands in hers with a grin. "Daddy and I can look! Right?" she giggled and looked to her father with a bright smile.

Galad looked at his daughter with pride, then looked at Havoc. "We could try, there might be a misunderstanding through...you know, with the Military. Don't like us much because they want us to believe in a different god then Ishbala. Their god," Havoc flinched and gazed at his bandaged hands, he seemed scared.

"You do know I'm part of the Military...right?" he asked, hesitant.

The man nodded and touched Havoc's shoulder lightly, the soldier tensing. "But, you were injured. It doesn't mater anymore." Galad watched as the soldier nodded slowly, and stood up, towering over both Havoc and Ishta. "Alright Jean. I bet you'd like to clean up after a few weeks without bathing and shaving huh? Also, you need to rest still, after your fully healed you and me will go to the top and see what happened."

Havoc nodded his head slowly and stood up, before looking at himself in a mirror on the wall. He paled and then blushed, his hair was long by a few cm, and he had a scruff going on his chin. "Aha...I'm so embarrassed..." he muttered, and rubbed his cheek.

Galad laughed good heartedly and brought over a basin of water and some scissors with a flat knife and some shaving liquid. "There ya go. I'll get my wife t'cut your hair, and then after that you can have a shower in the room over there," he said, and pointed to the other side of the room where a bathroom was.

Ishta sat staring at Havoc while her father left, then she got up and ran after him, shutting the door. Going to the basin, Havoc took the flat knife and the shaving liquid and started ridding himself of the scruff on his face. He looked upwards, checking under his chin, smiling to himself seeing as his face was back to normal except for a bit of paleness. He went into the bathroom and washed out the basin, and the knife.

"Mr.Havoc?" a woman's voice said from the bedroom. Havoc started and poked his head out the door, to look straight at a woman.

"Oh, there you are," she said smiling. She grabbed a chair and motioned to it, "Can you sit here so we can get started," she asked, still smiling. "By the way, my name is Nakita."

Blushing slightly, Havoc did as told by sitting down in the chair. He had never had his hair cut by a woman before, well, guess he'd at least try. He saw Nakita giggle at him as she tied a cloth around his chest and back. "Are you scared I might shave your head?" she giggled.

'She sure has a sense of humor...' Havoc thought. "Ah...no..." he stammered and looked down, the blush going away slightly. Nakita smiled again and cleaned the scissors in a small bowl and took Havoc's bangs and held them down.

"How short?"

"Eh...? Um...as...when I first came here?" he asked, confusion etched in his voice, wondering if she saw him then. Nakita nodded and took an inch off, cutting very carefully as Havoc's eyes closed tight. He heard snip after snip, not knowing how much of his hair actually came off.

After half an hour, Nakita took the towel around Havoc and took it outside, leaving the soldier staring. "Um..." he turned his head and look in the mirror, blinking twice before getting up and moving over closer to it, seeing his face and hair. It was a bit shorter then normal, but it looked okay. But something had changed, he didn't know how or why, but his eyes seemed to darken a bit.

"Well now that your hair is cut and you shaved, why don't you go have a shower." Havoc turned to head to see Nakita leaning against the doorway. He smiled nervously and nodded, thanking her while going into the bathroom and closing the door. Outside, Nakita smiled softly and clicked her tongue. 'Strange man indeed.'


"You okay down there?" Galad asked from his perched form on top of the rocks. He grabbed hold of Ishta's hand and lifted her up, and waited for Havoc to make it up. The Lieutenant looked like he was scared shitless, and he was.

"I've never really...climbed something this high up..." he stammered and refrained from looking down by shutting his eyes. Ishta giggled and held out her hand. "Don't worry Mr.Havoc! You won't fall if you have courage!" she smiled, causing Havoc to look up into her bright red eyes.

"You fell down this thing anyway Jean." Galad grinned down, and grasped Havoc's hand when he reached arm length of the cliff, pulling him up.

Before Ishta or Galad could say anything Havoc gasped and got up, making a run for one of the broken buildings in front of them. He stopped right in front of it and touched the palm of his hand against the crumbling rock. "This...This was where my post was...and where Asia and I got separated..." he muttered and looked down, a piece of someone's hand beneath him.

He looked around and walked to the far side of the base, before stopping still and staring with a pale face a small structure located near the edge of the ravine. He slowly walked to it, ignoring Ishta's sayings of awe and Galad's telling her of war, and stopped right in front of it, looking down with confused blue eyes.

Fallen in duty of a soldier

Faithful to family and friends

Never forgotten, Always missed...

R.I.P Jean Havoc, 2nd Lieutenant

On the small stone was a blue-jeweled necklace. Feeling weakness, Havoc's knees failed him, sending him down, arms falling to his sides. 'They...they think I'm dead...' he thought, and reached out, touching the necklace and picking it up carefully. "Asia..." he whispered, staring at the still shining blue stone.

Ishta and Galad made it over to where Havoc now sat, face hidden and shoulders shaking. Ishta, smiling, about ran to him but was stopped by her father who shook his head, staring at the man before them. "Leave him be for now Ishchu..." he said.

For the first time in months, it started raining.