Yoo! Hi there! Missed me? Oh why am I asking, course ya did! ;) haha Just kidding! Well, exams for this week are done for! Today I had a exam which SHOULD have been 2 hours long...I felt incredibly awkward when I finished after 30min...oh god (insert monkey smiley that covers face) I pretended to read the text for another 30min so that it looked like I needed a full hour to finish the exam . God...yeah...well I scored 87/100 points on it! ^^" Not bad but if I scored 90 I would have gotten "excellent", oh well.

INFO ON CHAPTER: Alright, this is something I've never written before, mainly pairings of the same gender, though I have absolutely nothing against them just to make things clear ^^ So yeah...hope I won't screw up too badly with Kimblee and Miles, BUT I'll also try to keep them in character while adding some romance! Hold your breath!

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The Bomber & The Ishvalan

The man in the pristine white suit stood there staring out the large window, the brim of his hat concealing his eyes as his gaze scanned the landmark just outside the large mansion he was currently hiding in.

Footsteps, firm and confident, could be heard from a distance, coming closer and closer to the room the man occupied.

A small smile grew on his face when the footsteps stopped for a short while in front of the door, he knew who it was.

"Afraid to enter now? To think we have worked together not long ago..." the voice of the gentleman clad in white resonated through the large, empty room.

The man on the other side of the door seemed to have heard him, for he turned the doorknob a second later and entered the room with a soft click of the door closing.

"Afraid seems to be the wrong word..." the man, still clad in the state military uniform said, trademark dark sunglasses in place, contrasting with his darker skin tone his people were known for.

"Oh really? Do tell, I'm all ears, Miles," Solf J. Kimblee smirked, turning around to regard his old comrade in arms.

Miles frowned darkly, "...What will they do with you now? You can't run away forever Kimblee," he swallowed hard, white gloved hands balling into fists.

Despite wearing pitch black sunglasses, Kimblee seemed to have recognized something in Miles' stance, a shift of emotions...something.

A small smile replaced the sly smirk from before and his features softened, he reached a gloved hand up to grab his equally white hat and rest it against his stomach, "They haven't discovered my whereabouts yet, but I plan on leaving now. I must confess, I've been surprised that the Armstrong woman allowed me refugee here, however brief it may have been, I was sure she would explode by the mere suggestion of it," he chuckled, before a serene smile formed on his lips and he heaved a sigh, "I don't know Miles, I suppose as far away from Central as possible. I still have the Stone, so I'll manage for a while."

Miles didn't look convinced, if anything, he looked even more troubled.

Kimblee chuckled again, "You're worried aren't you? Those glasses don't fool me, we have formed a bond with each-other after all," Miles' expression turned darker.

"You know the laws wouldn't allow us to..." Miles bit his lip, afraid of even speaking the secret out loud, even if they were alone now.

Kimblee nodded in understanding, amused and irked at the same time, "Yes, I'm fully aware. Which is why I'll travel as far as possible. You'll manage to get a clear head then, won't you?" he teased, smirk in place.

Miles sighed, taking off his black sunglasses, red eyes of the Ishvalan country boring into Kimblee's purple ones, "This is not the time for jesting, I told you I would follow you if you plan on leaving,"

Kimblee's smile dropped and his gaze turned sharp, the same expression he used whenever he was fighting as the Crimson Alchemist, "And I told you I will not allow it under any circumstances. You're under watch as it is, no need to arise suspicion that you have something going on with the infamous Crimson Alchemist, right?" he grinned.

Miles grit his teeth together in anger at Kimblee's jesting attitude, "I told you to stop it with the jokes! This is serious! You could die today or tomorrow! How will I know? Through the newspaper after a month?! You won't be able to survive alone!" red eyes burned in fury at the man before him.

Kimblee remained silent for a while before his gaze fixed itself on the floor, "I've survived till now, I will be just fine. My life plays a very little role in this vast game of chess, I, like many others, am just a pawn and pawns are known to die first,"

Miles exploded, "To hell with your ideologies! I don't care how psychotic you are or if you don't value your own life! There are people out there that do care about whether you die or not Kimblee!"

Kimblee's gaze narrowed as his tone turned cold, "Oh really? And who are these people?"

"Me," Miles said with a unwavering gaze.

Kimblee's eyes widened in surprise at the man's bold declaration before he composed himself, quickly thinking of his image.

"I see..." the hand holding his hat moved up to place it perfectly on top of his black hair, "I should get going now,"

He straightened his posture and started walking directly towards the door but stopped when he was near the Ishvalan officer, Kimblee stretched his hand out holding something in his palm.

"Keep this safe for me will you? I still have another one left, but this one is my first Stone and very beautiful, I would be at ease knowing it is kept in good hands," with a smile, Kimblee let the smooth stone fall into Miles' open hand.

Miles looked down at it, before slowly closing his hand around it and fighting back a swarm of emotions.

Kimblee smiled, "I hate relationships between humans but..." Miles looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Kimblee was openly smiling at him and he looked younger, free of worries, so unlike the mad bomber that had fought in the Ishvalan War, " Never forget Miles, I'll be back,"

Kimblee walked towards the door again and opened it slowly, just before he closed it behind him he whispered:" Maybe then I'll be a good enough man to deserve you,"

With that, he was gone.

Miles held onto the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, a single tear falling down to slide down it's smooth, polished surface.

Despite the tears, Miles smiled.

If Solf. J. Kimblee said he would be back well...

Central should better prepare for his return, because Miles definitely will.

After all, if Kimblee said he would come back a better man then Miles also needed to do some atoning and bettering of his own.

Eheh...(scratches head) Sorry about that...not very romantic huh? Hehe Sorry, if there are any more requests about similar pairings or something then I'm willing to work hard on improving it! :)