A Soul Put to Rest
He had never thought he cared so much for the other man. When a worried Hawkeye told him what had happened, he ran to the other man's house with no heed to his brother's not his mechanic's pleas to wait. He burst through the man's apartment door and heard the sound of a gunshot. He was too late. He followed the reverberating sound of the gunshot to the kitchen. He saw the quickly spreading pool of thick crimson liquid and fell to his knees and gazed morosely at the unmoving form lying a few feet in front of him.
"Taisa… I'm sorry."
It began to rain.
Disclaimer: Hiromu Arakawa owns FMA; I don't.
