HEY AGAIN! This will be the second in my fight series. (there are lots of fights in my fanfic) I know that Kimbley dies differently in the anime but I've always had a grudge against him and my friend's character hates him too so… ya um again beware of blood gore and I think there's language in this one I can never remember….

Disclaimer: I still don't own FMA…. Sigh

Small Summary: Scar and I are outside Eastern. We're nearby what used to be Ishbal of course all that's left is a barren wasteland. I woke up and Scar was gone I went out into "Ishbal" to find him.

I stood frozen to the dry, cracked ground. I couldn't figure out why but strange emotions flooded over me.

"So we meet again, Shadow…" a cold voice from somewhere behind me sent shivers up my spine. I wanted to turn and find out who was but my whole body was frozen stiff. I heard the sound of boots on the hard ground. Finally I was able to snap my head around.

"Kimbley!" I shouted glaring. Finally able to bring my whole body around to meet him head on.

"Now, Shadow, you are under arrest you can come quietly or face the consequences.

"Why the hell am I under arrest?" I scowled.

"Hmmm…. Let's see. Assault on military officials, associating with a serial killer, and protecting said serial killer." He smirked and advanced on me. I immediately reached for my ax.

"Over my dead body!" I snarled swinging my ax at his head.

"That can be arranged," he ducked my swing I only hit hair.

We twirled around hitting and being hit. His fist smashed against my jaw. I glared up at him from my doubled over position a line of glistening crimson emanating from my lower lip. As we fought across the barren ground the wind started to pick up. Slowly at first but soon enough we were in a small tornado. It wasn't strong enough to lift us off the ground but it stirred up all the dust forming a spinning cloud around us.

I thought I could get him if I timed it right. I approximated where he should be standing and lounged forward with my ax ready to swing. I got about half a foot when a hand gripped my face tightly.

"I told you your dead body could be arranges…" he smirked I stood there silent. Then out of nowhere a hand shout out and grabbed Kimbley by the throat. The wind died down but because if Kimbley's hand in my face I couldn't see the person on the other end of the hand. "Hello, Kaze," Kimbley's raspy choking voice breathed.

I took that moment to lightly swing my ax blade up so it hit his arm he let go in a gasp of pain as the sharp metal broke the skin drawing blood. And there was Kaze holding Kimbley by the throat.

(A/N: Kaze is my friend's character. She's a State Alchemist, The Wind Whip-Alchemist.)

I looked that woman right in the eyes, her usual calm almost frightened look had vanished. They now betrayed the rage for this man she held by the neck.

I was amazed by the pure anger toward this single man. "Kaze? What are you doing?"

"Taking revenge." She stated not taking her eyes off the captive. Kimbley reached out his hands toward her.

"Fool! You think you had me but I have you." His choking voice rasped. Just as he was about to grab her neck with his deadly hands, I threw my sword through hid right arm and struck my battle-ax to his left. His gasping screech of pain echoed over the desolate land. I looked at him my sword firmly wedged in his elbow and a deep line of glossy crimson down his left.

"So? Who has who now?" Kaze's voice was tight and harsh. I was still confused at my own actions. I looked at my crimson blade sticking out of Kimbley's now limp arm and the trail of red liquid running down his near arm.

"Kaze?" I looked at her curiously "What's… Why are you? I stuttered.

"Anei, right?" Kaze asked flicking her eyes over me. I nodded. "I told you before, revenge." she stated simply with anger and hatred in her voice. At that moment I realized why I had thrown my sword through Kimbley's arm and slashed him with my ax. I saw Kaze tighten her grip on his throat. I wrenched my sword down and out of Kimbley's cutting into the bone. His gasp of pain was the chance Kaze needed. She tightened her grip cutting off his oxygen flow and he started to gasp for air.

"Let…………. G-" he whispered before I thrust my sword through his stomach. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eye lids fluttered closed. I watched him go limp in Kaze's grasp. She let go and Kimbley's dead body dropped to the ground.

Kaze dropped her emotions and her calm frightened look came back to her eyes. As she started to walk away I called out, "Wait!" she turned around and looked at me.

"Yes?"

"Why?" I gestured toward the red smeared blue lump on the ground not two feet away.

"I told you revenge." She said flatly.

"No, really, specifically WHY?" I pressed.

"Family reasons. He killed someone close to me." She said vaguely. "Why did you help me do it?" she asked back.

"I… Don't support murders." I stated simply.

"Earlier you were calling out a name it sounded like you were saying Scar." (A/N: she was calling for Scar before Kimbley showed up) I froze, my breath caught in my throat and I coughed.

"I…" I wasn't sure what to tell her.

"You?" she prompted.

"I WAS calling for Scar…" I mumbled.

"Why?" she asked. We stood face to face about a foot apart.

I sighed. "I… uh… I've been traveling with him." I stopped and looked away.

"So you're the fugitive sad to be with him. I thought you were traveling with Ed and Al Elric?"

"I'm not a fugitive! Jeeze you try to help those less fortunate than you and you get in trouble with the government!" I turned to walk away, "Turn me in and you will 'disappear'…" I threatened.

"I wont," Kaze said to my back as I kept walking. I stormed past the red stained blue uniform of Kimbley. The freshly stained ground nearby was soft and wet. I reached down and grabbed the pommel of my sword jerking it out of the corpse. There was a strong breeze and I snapped my head around, but Kaze was gone. The only evidence she had been there was the bloody corpse on the ground.

WOOT! Yet another chapter! I hope u like it! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Begs I'm begging you!

Anei

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."