The Night of One Star
"Well let's begin." Havoc began to walk forward into the attractive village.
Leila noticed all the people in the town were Ishballian. Not a single norm to be found. She wasn't racist at all but ever since the war she had feared Ishballians mostly. Leila's head spun with all that she saw, everything went mostly to a blur as her eyes darted from one person to the next. She almost began to sweat.
"Hey, hey are you ok?" Havoc asked grabbing her shoulder stopping her eye-spinning and terrible memory flashbacks.
Leila looked up to him and forced a smile. "Oh, ugh… yeah I'm fine; or will be." She answered holding her head and standing straight beginning to walk beside Havoc.
"What was that though? You looked like you were about to sweat or something. Almost like you were about to die!" Havoc exclaimed.
Leila nodded and continued to walk but was now about 3 inches in front of Havoc.
Havoc simply shrugged and continued to walk into the beautiful Kishiwa. The rural village contained a beautiful desert with a large pool of water with a waterfall leading into it. There were little trees but the ones which were there had flower buds growing. The one thing less beauteous about this village was the cracked buildings and a couple completely demolished from the war merely 2 years before.
Before stepping completely into Kishiwa where they were closer to the people Havoc realized that Leila and he were still wearing the State Alchemist uniform. In such a place as Kishiwa they would not be welcomed wearing what they were. Havoc jumped in front of Leila to stop her. "Crap, we are still wearing our uniforms!" He announced but only loud enough for Leila's ears to hear.
Leila flashed him a confused glance and began to step forward to continue into the village. "Is that a bad thing?" She asked dimwittedly.
Havoc nodded and grabbed her wrist pulling both of them back to the car immediately to change. "We are going into an all Ishballian people village, the state isn't welcomed here!"
Leila nodded. "Hey wait! I have nothing to wear! I am only wearing my uniform with a black tank underneath." She exclaimed.
Havoc smirked, "Just take off the state jacket and untuck your blue pant legs from your boots. No one will suspect a thing." He winked at her quickly and began to strip down himself.
Leila cocked an eyebrow but did as he said and took off the jacket and untucked her pant legs from her boots. They both hid their jackets in the car and Havoc re-locked it once they had finished. Havoc wore a white wife beater and his blue pants and boots while Leila wore her black tank with her blue pants and boots. They began to walk back into the village without another delay.
"Wow, everything is so civil around here, isn't it?" asked Leila entering the main gates with Havoc at her right.
He nodded but didn't look at her except for the occasional glance. The sights around them were both beautiful and sad.
"Stop! Who are you!" shouted an Ishballian.
Leila was about to speak but no words escaped.
"We are simply tourists looking around and nursing the injured from the war." Havoc lied.
Leila looked at him then back to the Ishballian man. He had black hair and deep red eyes that frightened Leila with memories. The man wore orange-ish colored robes that were mostly plain looking and long. He nodded to the two and allowed them to proceed.
They both looked around in some tents and buildings. They visited a couple temples and churches in which they found Ishballians praying to their god. Everything in this strange yet stunning village seemed hand made and clean. Back in central the only handmade thing you could find were the occasional paintings in rooms and offices.
"So, what is this Scar man supposed to look like?" Leila whispered to Havoc.
Havoc smiled. "He has a big scar in the middle of his face. Some people said it's from Kimbly but I think it's just from his one arm and being to rough with it."
Leila stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the name, Kimbly crawl from Havoc's lips. Her mind suddenly flooded with memories, ones in which she had locked away in the far corner of her mind, hoping they would never return – but they did. She forced back tears pleading to brim her eye line and depress her even more.
Havoc looked back at her and noticed she was shaking. "Hey, whoa, are you sure you're alright?" He asked walking back to her.
"You said Kimbly." She shuttered at his name.
"Yeah, so?"
"He- he- is still alive?" Leila stuttered not blinking nor moving from her position.
"Yeah, but he's locked away in prison. Why, did you know him or something?"
Leila suddenly rushed back and blinked nervously. "Something like that." She looked down and continued to walk. "Just drop it." She demanded.
That night Havoc and Leila continued searching in Kishiwa for Scar yet nothing was found, not even a trace of him. They had joked around and laughed a bit silently mocking Mustang and other lieutenants they worked with, when suddenly, a door of a building whipped open. A tall dark figure stood in the door way walking out slowly.
Leila and Havoc raced to the side and stayed low. Leila pulled up her sleeve and pinched the transmutation circle she had carved into her wrist, until it bled. She slowly picked up some sand from the desert ground and sprinkled it upon her bleeding wound.
The dark figure moved slowly and quietly. Once, it was about 3 feet from the door it motioned for someone or something to come follow it. Another figure stepped out promptly. This other figure was more feminine looking than the other masculine one.
"Freeze!" Havoc announced holding out his gun. The female shadow squeaked a bit and raced to hide behind the other.
The manlier one held out it's right arm and raced toward Havoc. It's arm glowed brightly. "That's him!" Havoc cried shooting rapidly at the man. "That's scar!"
Leila quickly transmuted her hand into a gun. It merely looked like a regular hand but in pretend gun position. With the twitch of her thumb an actual bullet darted from her pointer finger with the sound of a literal bullet.
A shriek was heard…