Chapter Title: Summer Thunderstorm
Characters: Scar, Ed, Al
Pairings: None! I can't write romance for the life of me!
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: cursing
Disclaimer: If I owned the show, Scar would definitely not be so ignored in the merchandise. Unfortunately, I don't own it. XP
A/N: Ugh, filler chapter, sorry. I've got some basic ideas for what I want to happen, but I'm trying to get them into sequence. By the way, I've got pictures up of Kitty!Scar and Kitty!Ed on my Homepage (link in profile). They're in the section marked 'Gallery', if you want to see. I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I can.
"regular speech"
'thoughts'
cat speech-
It was wet, it was windy, and it was very uncomfortable inside the old wooden box. Ed had decided that he would now feel a lot sorrier for all those stray cats that Al kept hiding in his armor. Scar just stared out into the storm and scowled, thinking on how he had come to be temporarily trapped in a wooden crate with someone that he hated and wanted dead.
Shortly after the two escaped from the terror named Liz, they found themselves in the alley where they had originally been when they had woken up to find themselves as cats. A few military guards were still there, but they seemed to be mostly for show. However, Ed got all excited because surely they would be on the lookout for him.
Despite Scar's growl of warning, he sprinted towards them, mewing loudly, -Heeyy! It's me! I've found you!- But poor Ed's relief turned abruptly on its tail as the two bored soldiers began to absentmindedly throw rocks at him, one of which hit its target. -Ow! What are you doing that for? Stoppit!- he yowled as he retreated back out of range, where Scar had wisely stayed. As Ed stopped in front of him, panting and sporting a new bruise on his left shoulder, the Ishbalan's red eyes just seemed to shout 'I told you so, you brainless twit'.
Scar kept an indifferent expression as Ed turned around to shout promises of retribution at the now laughing soldiers, -So much for your plan of action, Fullmetal. What do you suggest now? Going to that woman and asking her very nicely to change us back?-
Ed gave him a venomous glare, -Shut up, Scar. I don't see you suggesting anything.- When Scar remained silent, Ed continued, -Anyway, I think that if we stick around here long enough, somebody intelligent is bound to come along. I mean, it can't be that difficult to recognize you, even if you are a cat. You've still got your scar, red eyes, and arm array, and the military is after you. As soon as the shift changes…-
Scar gave a cat yawn to show what he thought of that, -But then I would be the one that they were aiming the rocks at. And I have no intention of getting captured when all I can do to defend myself is scratch someone's arm. But I certainly don't care if you plan on waiting here for however long it takes for someone to recognize you. I'm going to go find that bitch and make her pay for this indignity.- He began to walk away purposefully.
Ed snapped his head up and shouted after him, -Hey! You can't go off and leave me here!-
Scar turned back nonchalantly, -Oh?-
Ed frantically rifled through his head for an excuse. He really didn't want to be all alone, and if the only option for company was Scar, then he'd just have to deal with it being Scar. Better than being stuck as a cat by himself. -Er…I mean…how would you know where to look? Or fight her? You don't know anything about her other than that she can make big stone restraints and turn people into cats. And your right arm doesn't work, so how would you do anything?-
Scar raised an eyebrow, -And you're saying that you know all of this? I highly doubt it.-
Ed gave his trademark grin of confidence, or at least as best as he could with a cat's facial structure, -No, I don't. But I know where to go if I want to find out.-
Scar sat down, a slightly interested expression crossing his features briefly,-Continue.-
Ed silently gave a sigh of relief; it looked like Scar wasn't going to leave after all, -The Library. I know where everything is in there, too. Including military records. I could find the info on this 'Clara' in next to no time.-
Scar pondered on this for a moment. Fullmetal did have a point; he really wouldn't be able to fight in this state. Two against one was better odds, and add the information that Fullmetal might be able to uncover, and the odds grew even more. It could be to his advantage to remain with the boy for a time. -Very well, Fullmetal. But I am not going to wait here for hours on end. We are going to the Library now.-
Ed grinned again, -Right then,- adding in his head, 'Fluffy.'
As though Scar could read his thoughts, the Ishbalan sent him a black glare before turning again and leading the way through the streets. They had barely gotten halfway to the library when an ominous rumble sounded overhead.
Ed glanced up worriedly, finding himself unable to see the moon or the stars, -That didn't sound very promising.-
Scar didn't even bother to turn his head towards the sky, but picked up the pace, eyes darting around, seeking shelter, -A summer thunderstorm. Powerful and dangerous to anyone without shelter. It will be upon the city shortly.-
True to Scar's word, within seconds a warm drizzle began to patter down upon the pair of them. It grew darker, so much that even their nocturnal eyes could barely see, and a wind began to pick up. A brilliant flash of lightning illuminated a narrow alleyway beside them, and to their great luck it contained a large pile of crates. Scar darted into the passage, closely followed by Ed, and they proceeded to search quickly for an open crate that would provide shelter from the fast worsening storm. Finally they found one that would be suitable as shelter, and they dashed inside it. It was small, and smelled strongly of old cabbage, but by now the drizzle had become an absolute downpour and the wind howled like a wild beast. Anything was better than nothing in this kind of weather. And so they sat, and Scar's pondering from earlier in the chapter caught up with itself. His reverie was broken when Fullmetal decided that he couldn't take the water soaking his fur anymore and attempted to shake it out like any regular cat. Of course, this got water on Scar, and if looks could kill, Ed would have been dead fifty times over.
Keep your rainwater to yourself,- he growled before turning his face back towards the howling storm. It was frustrating for him to be trapped anywhere, let alone in a different body and with someone he would rather kill than work together with. Staring up at the sky, he let his mind loose to wander. He sat like a statue for hours, listening to the storm rage on a few inches from his nose. When his own exhaustion brought him out of his reverie, he turned to see that Fullmetal was already curled in a corner, sleeping. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the boy seemed to be shivering from the cold and wet. With a small snort he turned and lay in the opposite corner, completely not caring. Within minutes Scar had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Al stood against the window of his and Ed's room and stared at the storm raging outside; even if his 'face' was technically expressionless, one could just see that the animated suit of armor was in distress. At least, you could if you were paying attention. Anyway, Al was worried. Very, very worried. His niisan was missing, presumed kidnapped, and now it was storming to top it all off. He and a good portion of the military stationed in the city had been searching for Ed tirelessly since he had vanished along with Scar, but with no results at all. And now the search had to be stopped until the potentially dangerous storm had moved away from the city. It was unbearable for poor Al; he and Ed were practically joined at the hip, and now he didn't know where his niisan was, or even if he was still alive. He wished he had stayed with Ed instead of going off to get reinforcements, because at least then he might be with his niisan now instead of stuck here worrying. But he was stuck here for now, and there was no getting around it. And so he stood his silent vigil by the window, waiting for the storm to pass.
A/N: Still don't want to work together, do they? Tch. Sillies. Wonder how long it'll take before the title of the fic will actually apply…hmmm…anyway, time to answer reviews (and what a lot of them I've gotten! Whoo!)
lazerducky27: I have two little sisters like that, so I had some nice models for Liz. XD I might have Al find them, but I dunno.
Lunatic Pandora1: Yep. I felt pretty sorry for them while I was writing that.
PhantomAlchemist: Darn right. My mom came up to my room to ask why I was laughing so hard, too…
Priestess kurumi inu's sister: Yes, yes they are. And I'm loving that fact. It's so much fun to write.
RenegadeWarrior: Oh, really? I guess my idea wasn't quite as original as I had thought at first. But it's nice to know that mine stands out. Thanks!
Shale 101: -nodnod- That chapter was fun.
CeruleanDragonFire13: Yep, and I want to jump into my own fic and steal them. I'm so sad. XD
Scar's fangurl: You're welcome. Thanks for reviewing mine.
