Hanabi

This is just a one-shot that I thought up of during break time in school. I never thought I'd find myself writing about Kimbley, of all people, but I liked how it sounded and decided to put it up here. My friends thought it sounded cool so I'm putting it up here for them as well as some of my twisted friends who go gaga over the Crimson alchemist… -.-;

Here's something for all those Kimbley lovers out there. There may be some OOC-ness, don't blame me because I never was good with Kimbley to start with. P

Please Read and Review. This particular one-shot is open to flames. Will try to improve more if there are any flamers.

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Bombs fascinate me.

You ask me why but the only answer I'd give would be, "They just do."

Call me 'insane', call me 'mad', call me whatever you want, I don't care. All I wanted to see were fireworks.

Human fireworks.

Yeah, sure, heads roll, guts fly about, limbs get torn apart, but sooner or later, it WILL happen, someday, somehow.

"You can always wait," that's what you'll say, but I want to see it NOW.

That's why I became a wanted man. Because I turn practically everyone in sight into the one thing that never fails to entertain me.

Fireworks.

I joined a crew of chimeras instead, in a bar in Dublith called the 'Devil's Nest'.

Sure, the crowd's alright and the head honcho's not even human, but they let me do as I please.

Let me enjoy myself.

Don't blame me. I can't help it.

It's like a drug addict to their drugs and alcoholics to their booze.

Then came Frank Archer.

He gave me my job back and soon sent me to Ishvar.

I had the time of my life.

Men, women, kids, they were just within reach. Weak, powerless, completely hopeless.

BOOM.

They drop dead. Just like that.

Then, Mr. Scar-face and the little tin can had to come and stop me from having fun.

Bugger.

Scar-face was a problem. Always has been.

He made me run for cover, believe it or not.

Me, Zolf J. Kimbley, the Crimson Alchemist.

After that, I just HAD to get myself hurt.

Shit.

Oh well, I'm not going down without bringing someone with me. I chose to bring the tin can kid along.

Too bad I didn't get to see him get blown apart.

That's because Scar-face here stuck his arm through my chest.

Fuck.

Never mind me dying. Even if I can't see the kid go 'Ka-boom', he won't be able to reverse the process anyway.

I cough up more blood and Scar-face pulled his arm from out of me. I fell.

Boomf.

Everything went blank.

No more fireworks.

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Whether it's good or bad, please tell me what you think of it. My friends bugged me to put it up.

Please R&R!