Shot of Acid

Chapter 2: Negative Element - Substance I

Disclaimer: Hagaren is not owned by me. Hiromu Arakawa, Bones, Square-Enix and such important and blessed people have the proper documents to prove ownership. Unlike I. Don't think me under the delusion I own something as great as Fullmetal Alchemist.

Author's Note: Nothing of importance.

Incompatible
Words: 176

Love? The notion was unacceptable. And yet, as he forced himself on the man, it occured him that he did care for him.

The struggling hands, trying to push him away. They felt so weak. Maybe because his body crushed the others onto the wall. His animalistic outburst incensed by one moment. He had pounced. And now he pleasured himself the colonel's body. But this hunger came with an amount of grief. He didn't think that Mustang would scream so loudly. Scream like he was being eaten alive by the fire that could have saved him. Could have. If his glove was on at the time. He couldn't stand all the muffled cries, so he beat the colonel. Hit him over and over on his bare chest and bruised his face.

Mustang didn't want this. No, he wanted someone else. Archer didn't care. Just this one time, they could be one. Two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle forced together by irritation, anger, desperation, and never meant to make each other whole.

Meaningful

Words: 163

I'm going to take away everything that's his. I'll take his limbs, I'll take his life, his mother. Everything he owns will be mine. Because he doesn't deserve them. He doesn't deserve to be loved when I haven't been. I'll take that precious brother from him too. I'll bring him under my wing now that he is nothing but a distant memory.

But the brother loves him.

And I'll make him love me. More than him. Because that guy isn't worthy enough to have a brother like Alphonse. Who loves him more than anything. Even after everything that happened,

Why do you love him when he did that to you?

"What's your purpose?" that old woman would ask, her fingers flexing. "Why do you need to become him?"

You'll never get anything, brat. Because homunculi can never own anything.

I'm going to show them all. This is my goal.

Despondence
Words: 225

Lust was beginning to wonder. Was it really all that important to be human? She crossed her legs and looked down into the city full of people. Knowing what she saw. Fools. A great circus, permanent and the steady rhythm of life never changing. Pulsing with the same tune, regardless if it were a funeral or festival. Did she think that she could live enlightened by what she saw as an outcast? What did she believe?

I tire of this.

A ruffling of clothing alerted the prescence of another. "Sloth," she acknowledged.

The brunette looked over her shoulder. Not speaking directly to her, the other sin said, "What are you doing without Gluttony?"

"He's with Envy," she answered. "Because Dante has need of those two."

There was silence as the two women stared out. There was a dark cloud of soldiers gathering.

"We're close, aren't we?" the younger of the two asked.

"Does it matter?" Lust murmured.

Sloth sat beside her and stroked her hair affectionately. "Are you having second thoughts?" She smiled,expressing no emotion. Just the corners of the mouth turning upwards. "What are you going to live for if not to be human?"

"There is more in this life than hope for humanity," she responded.

"Perhaps, but in humanity there are an infinite more possiblities than this cold malaise."

- Negative Element - Substance I End -

End Notes: Well, I felt the absurd need to update my drabbles. Maybe because it was the easiestto update. XP Besides that, very soon I will churn out Deeds, Not Years. Be prepared for that! I really think it'll be good.

Malaise. Oooh. I love that word. French sends tingles down my spine. Silhouette and the like, ya know?

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