I think I've already established not owning Full Metal Alchemist or Scar. But I really want Scar!
Ch.4
The rain continued to fall for two days. In those two days Scar's leg healed enough for him to walk with out the crutch and he had insisted he take the couch wile Maria slept in the bed.
Sitting on the couch in front of the fire, Scar and Maria talked about their past.
"After the war, my mother and I came here. We bought this house from an old woman with what little money we had and spent about a year fixing the place."
She took a sip from her tea.
"How about you?"
Scar paused from carving.
"I set out on my quest to rid the earth of Alchemist once the war was over. I've been traveling ever since."
"Do you ever get tired of it? I mean always on the move never staying in one place for long?"
"Sometimes, I would like to settle down but when I see our people living in refugee camps I remember I have a duty to them and Ishbala and that my needs come last."
He returned to carving, his knife slipped and he nicked his thumb. He instinctually stuck it in his mouth.
"Let me get that."
Maria dug around in her sowing basket and pulled out a strip of scrap fabric. She then took his hand and wrapped the fabric around the cut. She tied a small knot and gave him back his hand.
"When you're finished, what will you do?"
Maria stared into his eyes waiting for an answer.
"What do you mean?"
"When all the Alchemist are dead, what will you do?"
"I don't know."
"Will you start a family?"
"It depends if I find the right woman."
Their eyes locked.
"I should be getting to bed."
Maria blushed and stood up, Scar stood up as well and walked her to her door. Maria stood with her back against the door facing Scar.
"You should get some sleep too."
"Good night Maria."
"Good night."
She was glad it was dark or he would have been able to see her blushing face as she entered her room.
The next day the sun finally came out and Scar was on the roof working by mid-afternoon.
"Hello? Any one up there?"
Scar looked over the edge and saw Maria standing by the latter, he climbed down and Maria handed him a towel to wipe the sweat off his face and a glass of lemonade.
"I thought you might be thirsty."
He drank the liquid gratefully and gave her the empty glass
"Thank you Maria."
"Well, you are fixing my roof and I can't thank you enough for that, its been leaking for years."
She smiled at him but her smile faded when she saw a group of men coming up the road.
"What's wrong?"
He turned around and saw the group coming closer.
"Who are they?"
Maria was shaking slightly.
"There the people who killed my mother."
As the group neared Scar could hear them shouting curses. He stood in front of Maria his arms crossed and his face like stone. The group stopped about five feet away from Scar and Maria. The man who appeared to be the leader was in front and the closest to Scar.
"So it's true, now we have two Ishbalian scum living in out territory."
Scar felt a wave of anger course though his body.
"Hay sweet-heart, I thought I told you at your mother's funeral that we don't want your kind around here."
Scar narrowed his eyes at the man.
"Maria, get in the house."
She did so and Scar stood alone in front of the men.
"Last warning, leave now or you both will regret it."
Scar's eyes were like steel as he glared at the man.
"Are you trying to scare me?"
The man made a fist and lunged at Scar, Scar dodged the attack and punched the man in the face. The man stumbled back a bit then regained his footing, he made another swing at Scar and this time he hit Scar's side. Scar let out a grunt and punched the man in the face again, he then dropped to the ground and swiped the man off his feet. Scar then sprung up and put the heel of his boot to the man's throat.
"Leave, now."
His voice was low and dangerous. He removed his foot and stood firm in front of the house, he crossed his arms and glared at the group before him, his red eyes had a threatening look to them. A few others from the group pulled their comrade off the ground and they ran off.
As soon as they were out of sight Scar clutched his side and swaggered a bit. Maria rushed out of the house and put his arm around her shoulder, she helped him into the house.
She put him down on the couch and ran to the kitchen, when she came back she put a cold damp cloth on his head.
"Where dose it hurt?"
"My ribs."
He gritted through clenched teeth.
Maria gently sat Scar up and pulled his shirt off, she then laid him back down. A worried look appeared on her face, his chest was covered with bruises still healing from when she found him and there was a particularly large one on the left side of his chest.
"Stay here and try not to move."
She ran to the kitchen and started a fire in the oven, she boiled water and added some herbs to the hot water. After the water turned a dark brown she pored some of it into a cup, then she returned to Scars side and handed him the cup of hot liquid.
"Drink this."
He sat up and drank it. He grimaced when the bitter taste hit his tong.
"I remember that taste."
"You should, you drank it when you first woke up."
He let out a short laugh and drank some more. Scar rested his head on the couch arm and tried to slow his breathing down.
"The medicine will make you sleepy, just let it run its course."
As his eyes closed as he felt Maria running her fingers trough his hair.
When Scar woke up later that night it was dark out and Maria was asleep in the chair by the couch. Scar listened to her even breathing and watched her sleep until he too fell drifted off sleeping peacefully.
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