Seto'sgal29: Just a random Flame one-shot about the war. I used lyrics from U2's song Sunday, Bloody Sunday in this fic, because I personally think the song is perfect for describing the war in Ishbal. Song lyrics are in italics by the by. Anyways, R&R kiddies!
Bloody Sunday
By: Seto'sgal29
Major Roy Mustang's onxy eyes flash bright as they followed the path of mighty flame emerging from his pristine white gloves. Roy had prayed to hear the Ishbalans in the flaming building screaming with pain as their bodies turned to ash, but alas no such luck. They were all asleep. No, he couldn't hear screams, he could only hear sweet lullabies for sleeping children, small talk between friends, between lovers before they turned out the lights. They prayed to Ishbalah before they went to sleep, and He sent them a hell-bound dog to burn them in their sleep. At least if he could hear them scream, he would have something to be haunted by in his sleep. He would have an excuse to weep, to pick up his bags and just walk away. But nothing, nothing but the sound of the wind to pick up the ashes. How dare Mother Nature, how dare she take away the only reminder of what he has done. He needs those ashes! He is falling apart, but he deserves it.
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
In his mind he can still hear the drunken voices of his camp hailing the coming of the State Alchemists with a song and a dance. They spin and twirl, they laugh and sing. All Roy can do is run to the corner of the medic building and throw up. Too much heat, and too much death. The smell is over powering, but he too sings right along with the drunks. No wonder the Ishbalans hate them so, they sing and laugh as children of Ishbalah are slaughtered like livestock. And State Alchemists use the Devil's Miracle to burn them in their sleep.
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Yes, he will no doubt become a hero for this. His chest will shine garishly in the mid-day sun from the glow of his many metals. What better way to be promoted than a war? But no will know if he cries, it can be his secret. He was far too young for the horrors of war, and he was far too young to believe he was only following orders. No one will remember Roy Mustang ten years from know, so why does he do it? The smell is terrible, rotting bodies. But no one screams. It is a sound reserved for fear, and no one fears war anymore. It doesn't matter who you are, Ishbalan or other wise, you don't fear what has become the norm.
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
No, Roy never heard those who he killed scream, but thankfully his scotch helped him to remember. Thank God, what would he be if he could not remember Ishbal. Happy? Maybe, but no one made him join the Fuher's military. No happy endings here, just ashes blown haphazardly in the wind. Just a promise to an old friend.
"I'm going to become the Fuher Maes."
Seto'sgal29: Yeah, it was real late at night and this just happened…tell me what ya think!