Another drabble, luke-warm off the press! Hope you like it. Flames are allowed by anyone who wants to be Roy Mustang for Halloween.
Disclaimer: I once owned Fullmetal Alchemist, but Himuru Arakawa erased my memory and now it's hers. grumbles
Rating: I dunno, K?
Warning!- This chapter has a spoiler from episode 25. You don't wanna read it- skip to the next chapter provided of course that I have already written it. I cannot guarentee that there will not be spoilers in that chapter, though...
Memoirs
He was a good guy. Really, you don't meet many people like him. He was a good father, too. He must have been, right? I mean, could a bad father annoy the hell outta us with pictures of an adorable four year old? There were so many times he only got back to work if I threatened to turn him into charcoal. His family will miss him the most.
He was good at what he did, too. In charge of Criminal Investigations. He could make incredible connections. Could see things no one else could. Lotta dangerous criminals are in jail because of him, too.
He cared. More than anyone else I know. He took his time and worked his way through the most dangerous cases in a way so that it could never be traced back to who helped him out. His secretary told me that on the night he died, she gathered a bunch of books for him. When he found something, he told her to put the books back where she found them. And that she was fired. Just so she wouldn't get hurt.
Why am I writing this? I don't really know. But I think something big's coming up, soon. If I die, I want to leave behind something so everyone will remember him the way people here saw him. Brigadere General Maes Hughes. At least, this is how I'll remember him.