Chapter Ten: What was dead sparks to life

Six months later:

Locked away in a darkened cell with only the dimmest of light peaking in through the crack they dared to call a window, a thin, white clad figure sat. His hand were bound by wood and a lock, his amber eyes ever aware of every mouse, every insect that crawled along the floor or walls or him. His straggly long brown-black hair was matted, longer than before, in need of a good wash, one that would come in a few days. The joys of being a prisoner.

He sighed hearing jovial laughter heading his direction. Well wasn't that something. The damned idiots knew how to laugh. Still his interest was sparked when he heard a familiar name bringing him to his feet.

"Yeah I heard it was a small event tough, only family and friends but even Fuher Bradley and Brigadier General Gran attended." One of the guards said.

"But I thought Mustang and Gran hated each other." The other said.

"Guess not, anyway they held it in the park in East City where Mustang and Kruger are stationed. I happened across Major Hughes, he's best friends with Colonel Mustang, anyway he said it was one of the nicest weddings he'd been too. He also said Major Kruger was just as lovely as his wife. I'm just glad Mustang's off the dating scene."

"Yeah now we won't have to worry about him taking all the girls from us anymore. She must be really pretty."

"She is want to see? My sister lives in East City and sent me the whole news paper article."

"You got it with you?"

"Yeah I thought I'd let everyone else see."

"Well fork it up pal."

The prisoner looked out the rectangular window cut out in the steel door as both guards stopped to look at the article. "Wow, she is pretty."

"Hey can I see that?" The prisoner asked.

"You don't get to see stuff like this Kimblee. Just sit back down and forget it."

Kimblee smiled a wicked smile. "Oh come on Mustang was a close friends of mine before I went nuts. I'd like to see this wife of his."

The guards looked at each other hesitating. Finally the one with the article sighed. "Alright." He slipped the paper through the hole.

Kimblee snatched it up quickly and went back to his cot. "You can go, I'd like to read this."

"What ever," The guard replied.

Kimblee smirked at the idiocy of the two and waited until their footsteps receded around the corner of his block. Then he leaned into the light to better see the article. There in a little box was a face he thought was dead but it was still her. For a moment he was stunned, his hands trembling. His fingers traced her smiling face just to make sure it was real. She looked so happy, so in love looking at the man, Roy Mustang, standing next to her in front of a tree.

"My little doll, they told me I killed you." He breathed. After a few moments he glared. If Gran ever came to see him again he'd tear him apart slowly, painfully, brutally for lying to him.

His eyes glanced at the words printed beside the picture.

On May 13th Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist was wed to Major Heidi L. Kruger, the Echo Alchemist in Sunrise Park, East City, in a privet ceremony. Only friends and family, and a few military superiors were in attendance. The happy newlyweds are said to be currently on leave enjoying a pleasant honeymoon in the north. Major Kruger and Colonel Mustang are said to have met via transfer from her post in the north under his command here in East City. Both made waves several months ago with several pranks they played on each other for a several weeks. It is said that bets were taken amongst the Amestris Military to see who'd win, the out come ended with her winning, topping him when a prank of his back fired.

Kimblee couldn't read anymore a little confused. The face was his dear little sisters but the name… He closed his eyes with a slight smile. No Liezel would have changed her name as not to be associated with him. She must have changed her last name and switched her first and second, then obtained permission to alter her alchemy title. It had to be expected especially after what he'd done to her. But Mustang had to have seen the wounds, had to have…Did he even care?

For the first time in years Kimblee felt relieved. He remembered how Mustang had been, so young and innocent in the beginning, so kind. That man, if he made Liezel as happy as she looked in the photo, would take care of his little doll.

He sighed. He wanted so badly to see her, touch her face, and hear her laughing. Well he couldn't do a thing in here and she probably wouldn't come to see him if it was allowed. As far as everyone else knew he'd been executed for his crimes. He almost laughed. The only crime he felt he'd committed was against her.

In this hell of daylily monotony Kimblee felt himself, his very soul spark to life in tiny explosion. One day he'd see her again, he see to it no matter what it took, if only to say he was sorry and wish her well.