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Drabble the Seventh: Angel

Lisa was just a regular little girl. Maybe a little quieter than most seven year olds, but otherwise fairly normal. One day, she asked her mother if she could go outside to play with her friends. Her mother said yes, along with the normal cautionary warnings, and Lisa ran on out. She skipped down the road happily before turning down the alley which led to the place where she and her friends normally played. She was only about halfway there when she found several men leaning against the walls of the alley; they weren't normally there, and they made her nervous. She tried to just walk past and continue on her way, but one of them reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Where d'you think you're going, kid?"

Scar was walking through the streets and alleys, thinking. He passed through an intersection between two alleys, seeing out of the corner of his eye a small group of what seemed to be ordinary thugs. He would do better to ignore them. But before he could continue on, the Ishbalan heard something above the voices of the men. It was the cry of a child.

Scar gritted his teeth. He should just keep walking, shouldn't get involved, but…

"Hey."

Lisa and her tormenters looked up. A tall, tanned man with white hair and a large X-shaped scar on his forehead stood before them. He wore a yellow trenchcoat and sunglasses, even though it was a warm, overcast day.

"Who the hell are you?" one of the men demanded.

The scarred man didn't answer.

"You looking for a fight?" the man didn't wait for an answer before shouting to his fellows, "Get 'im!"

Lisa closed her eyes tightly, frightened, hearing the sounds of fighting. She was afraid for the scarred man; there were five men, and only one of him. A few seconds later, she felt herself being snatched up off the ground, and opened her eyes to see that it was the scarred man that had picked her up. He whirled around and smashed the palm of his right hand to the ground. She wasn't sure what happened, only that there was a flash of red light and the ground in front of them exploded, sending all the men flying. They sent him fearful glances before all racing off as fast as they could.

Lisa looked up at her savior with wide eyes. She saw that his sunglasses had fallen off during the fight…his eyes were the crimson color of blood. She had never seen anyone with red eyes before. Oddly enough, it didn't scare her. He put her down on the ground and retrieved his sunglasses; the enigmatic red eyes were hidden once again.

He looked down at her, frowning, and said gruffly, "You shouldn't be out here by yourself, kid. Where do you live?"

She pointed back in the general direction of her house, "A few blocks over that way, mister."

The scarred man glanced back in the direction the men had taken. He was silent for a few moments before speaking again, "I'll take you there."

Scar wasn't sure why exactly he had chosen to help the small girl. It had been more of an impulse than anything. It had been a bit of a difficult rescue; he'd been outnumbered five to one, so killing each one individually wouldn't have worked, and he hadn't been able to use his arm otherwise until he'd gotten the girl up out of harm's way. But it had worked out, thank Ishbala. Then he'd gone and decided to escort her home; if he had to have gotten involved, he might as well see it through to the end. So now he was walking down a crowded street holding the hand of a small child.

"Here we are!" she pointed to the smallish home in front of them. He breathed a sigh of relief that his little job was now over and released her hand. But instead of running off like he expected, she turned around and threw her arms around his knees, "Thank you, mister angel!"

Scar made a small sound of surprise in the back of his throat, eyes widening slightly. Angel? She thought he was an angel? But before he could respond, she was off running towards the door of her house, soon disappearing inside. He blinked once or twice before shaking his head slightly as though to clear it and walking off.

From inside the house, Lisa watched the 'angel' walk away. She gave a small wave of goodbye as he left her sight, and she swore that she saw the glitter of unseen wings. She would never forget him for the rest of her life. Her red eyed angel.

A/N: Awwwwww…how sweet! I was smiling the whole time I was writing this. By the way, I've finally got my scanner working, and I've got a bunch of sketches up on my homepage, most of which are of Scar-san (there are a couple of Envy). One of them is him with angel wings; it looks pretty cool, I think. Anywho, go look at them, please. Now I'll answer all the nice reviews I got!

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