Shot of Acid
A Fullmetal Alchemist Drabble collection
Chapter 1: Hydrogen
Author's Note: Since everyone's got at least one on their site, I decided to try my hand at these 'drabbles.' Kurama-sweethart (Moe), Hitsuji no Edo and a bunch of other authors who you can find in my favorites are my source of inspiration. Thanks so much for helping me out with everything Moe! She helped me a looot with getting the ideas together. Stealing the kurama-sweethart format, three drabs a page.
Binoculars
Words: 173
He brought the lens closer to his eye. True, he only had one to look with, but that was all right. This was his favorite subject to stare at.
Let those deluded people watch their birds, their stars, their operas. Allow them to continue regarding the flowers and butterflies with awe. Roy had found a piece of art so beautiful and elegant, compared to the roses and robins he made them bland and dry. His exuberant spirit left the heavenly bodies to shine only for this one soul. His life, filled with more drama and romanticism than could ever be held in any Shakespearian tragedy. Roy watched. Knowing well the complications there could be to entangle his carefully woven ruse by devouring the child.
Sliding his all-seeing glass into the drawer after watching his target turn into the gate, blond hair streaming behind, he brought up a sour look and steepled his fingers.
"Hello, Brigadier," his object of unrequited love said, his drenched red coat disappearing behind the closing door.
"Good afternoon, Alphonse."
Gimmick
Words: 228
"There needs to be something . . . more," Mustang remarked, looking non-plussed at the entertainers he had highered for his party.
Edward heated up considerably. "WHAT! We did everything you asked us to do! Down to the ugly . . . glitter costumes!"
Indeed, the trio was quite a sight to behold. Edward in a gold suit that looked as if Roy had time-travelled to Elvis' glory days, Hawkeye in a very revealing, almost slutty, silver dress, Roy himself in tight fitting leather with thin, sparkling chains decorating it. Only God knew what sort of black mail the Colonel had used to get the two into these get-ups.
Hawkeye was trying to remain as cool as possible, but she could already hear the murmuring crowd. If Fullmetal didn't get a chance to kill Roy, she would. There was enough clothing on her to hide a gun.
"Yes. Something outstanding. Something clever," he murmured. He dragged Edward nearer to Riza, switching places with the boy. "So, you know everything that you'll be doing tonight?"
They nodded.
"Good. This we add at the end of the show," he said, and pushed Edward forward. Because of the stilts he stood on to appear taller, he quickly lost his balance and fell on top of Riza. Their lips locked.
"I don't think Ed will have a problem repeating that," Havoc mumbled.
Thunderstorm
Words: 249
Lust sat beside the hollow armor, a bit surprised at its animated appearance. It was like seeing the soul, not the scrap. It entranced her, this mysterious definition of humanity. Even with no body, without a heart and flesh, it was an unspoken thing, this was still a human being. She stroked him once, affectionately. They captured the Fullmetal's little brother. This should give him incentive. What was it like, to be loved so much?
The resounding clash of thunder 'awakened' the armor boy. "Ho - Homunculus!" he cried, trying to squirm away. Her nails slashed through his arm and ground into the floor.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave." She was sorry. There was nothing that stood in the way of her goal. But he was almost like her.
"What . . . what are you thinking?" the metallic voice echoed through the dark room.
The homunculus rested her head against the wall. "I am thinking, what is it to be human? Even you, who has only a soul, can be accepted as a human being but I - " she touched the Ouroborous seal on her chest.
If it was possible, the armor looked almost sad. He seemed to pity her. "I believe that humans can't be defined . . . they just are."
"Then there is only one hope for me," Lust said.
"Is that why you want to take the Philosopher's Stone?" Al stared up at her, his eyes seemed to widen.
"Yes."
- Hydrogen End -
End Notes: Special, special thanks to kurama-sweethart, my favorite writer in the whole wide world! n.n
Anyways:cough: I apologize for the very, very bad endings to the last two because it was one in the freaking morning for the second and I just couldn't think of a right way to stick Al and Lust together in a drabble in the third. I will, though. Count on it. AlxLust has just got me all giddy for some sweet armor loving. XD
Review please!
And don't forget to read kurama-sweethart's drabbles 'Tiny Miniskirts' and Hitsuji no Edo's one-shots in '45 Roy x Edward Themes.'
Don't forget to review theirs too!