The Crimson Alchemist in King of Fort Briggs? Chapter 2, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

THEREFORE THIS FANFICT EXIST ON THE BASIS OF NON -

PROFIT ENTERTAIN. BOTH THE CHARACTERS SOLF J. KIMBLEE

AND MILES BELONG TO ARAKAWA AND RIGHTLY SO.

WARNING : This story may contain suggestive themes and hints.

Chapter2: Enter Major Miles of Fort Briggs

The dark skinned man in his long black coat with a frilly white fur like collar paced back and forth. To any's eye-trained or not the movements were clearly staggered and unproductive. He was well aware that the other two soldiers of Fort Briggs were desperately waiting for him to react to the pressing issue they'd put forward but the man needed time to think. It was bad enough that Major General Armstrong had gone off with Edward Elric and a few others at a time like this. Yet, how were they to know? How could they have seen this coming.

The snow white haired man continued to pace more and more, he needed to buy time but how? Just enough to allow the Major General to get back. His crimson eyes hidden secretly behind those snow-blindness sunglasses cast over towards the other two soldiers wearing identical black coats with appeared as though there eyes were ready to feast on whatever words parted from his mouth.

Yet, their expressions made him wonder... How long exactly had the dark skinned man been pacing back and forth? He'd lost count of the time by this point and he couldn't both glancing towards the clock. Why? Well it wasn't because the clock was wrong or anything, Major General Armstrong would have thrown a fit if that was the case. Why again? Well there had been one incident a few months ago when a soldier of Fort Briggs was late for a meeting and-...that was right it was because the clock mounted on the wall had been an hour behind. Now everyone knew that Major General Armstrong could be a scary woman, known for being called both the Ice Queen and the Northern Wall of Briggs. But scary was an understatement when it came to the soldier marching in an hour late. Miles, the name of the man with the dark skin, white hair and crimson eyes-ironically in a sense being an Ishvalan working within the military could even recall being slightly terrified as the Major General tore apart that soldier for being tardy. If there was one thing their Northern Wall of Briggs' hated it was tardiness-well and lazy people who didn't pull there weight, but that wasn't really the point the point was since that time all clocks were routinely checked. However, this new "chore" hadn't saved the poor soldier who had to both clean the Lou and scrap the icicles for months to make up for his tardiness. The Ishvalan was certain there was more to this punishment but those two seemed bad enough.

"Major Miles," one of the soldier's said refusing to allow the silence in the room to continue, "Lieutenant General Raven is still waiting..."

There was a sense of nervousness from the Fort Briggs soldier's mouth. A nervousness that made the Major deeply on easy but he was right. Unfortunately the time to think had long expired and wether the Ishvalan liked it or not he had to move out and greet the man. Perhaps he could interest the man in a cup of tea, a game of cards-anything that could buy their Ice Queen time to hurry back. Shaking his head a bit Miles approached the door his snow white hair which was mostly tied back in a pony tail bouncing along a bit as he walked now through the doorway and down the hall. He needed to plan this out, how was he going to greet the man, maybe he ought to carry on some sort of useless conversation like 'how was the ride over' or 'did you get a new haircut?' or 'your looking rip like a tomato.' No scratch the last one, the Ishvalan couldn't even be certain why his mind had even suggested such an option. After all it was out of his character and if they were talking about tomatoes-Miles wasn't even sure why he was continuing with this, but if they were Lieutenant General was most definitely closer to his expiration date.

The snow white haired man had to shake his head, he then choose to make a mental note to never discuss this thought again. It was only after this point when Miles was forced to freeze. He hadn't even made it around the corner when he notice the dark skinned Lieutenant General standing around the bend. So he wasn't in the entrance hall? Was Raven snooping around? Where were the soldiers to be monitoring the Lieutenant General at all times? After all Fort Briggs held many secrets that could cause many of them to be court marshaled they couldn't just allow Raven to stick his nose everywhere. So where were those monit-Miles froze and the realization formed in his mind. Both of the soldiers had run to him and were sitting nice and cozy back in the room where he'd been pacing only moments prior. Those good for nothings, he had to remind himself to inform those soldiers that there were regulations that all people entering Fort Briggs needed to be escorted unless further instructions were passed down from Major General Armstrong. But that would have to wait.

Major Miles took a deep breath and turned the corner parting his lips at the very moment he was directly around the bend, "General Raven, Sir. I'm terribly sorry to have to ask you to white..." The Ishvalan said standing in a tall and proper manner as he greeted the newest guest to Fort Briggs.

After his words finished the Major watched as Raven slowly turned around his hands still behind behind his back even as he answered Miles, "No please, don't worry about it! It's my fault for dropping in like this," the Lieutenant General said being quite pleasant about the whole matter.

Miles felt a chill descend down his spine and firmly took a step forward trying to calm his nerves as well as allowing himself to keep his own clam composition in this time. "General Armstrong should return at any moment now," the Major assured, before beginning to turn away, "This way please-..."

His thoughts were already focused on getting that tea. Anything to just get Lieutenant General Raven to sit down and become distracted so he wouldn't keep wandering about. That was truly the last thing Major Miles needed. His foot had now begun to extend and he parted his lips to continue speaking on trivial matters but he was horrified to find himself cut off, "Oh and you see I brought a guest with me."

Almost instantly he spun around only to catch the key phrase 'guest.' What other guest? Was Lieutenant General Raven finally going loopy? Seeing doubles. Well it wouldn't be the first time, it had happened once before. Where? At the annul Military Christmas party. Yeah, that one. The one no one talks about because they end up getting to wasted to remember what happened. Miles had been semi sober enough to remember the old kook talking to the Christmas tree. It had also been that year that the Major had decided to stop attending any military parties again...but that was another story!

Anyways, Miles was almost certain he was going to have to explain that no one else was standing there and he could even feel the sweet forming as he tried to part his lips to speak once more only to freeze. By Ishvalan the Lieutenant General was right! There was indeed a second man in his party and by the way he dressed he appeared to give off the impression of a gentleman. But that was the furthest thing from the Ishvalan's mind he wasn't going to randomly say 'Hey nice attire,' because he was more focused on the idea of how anyone would notice him outside in the snow. That outfit was definitely a camouflage, or maybe the Major was over analyzing this. Nonetheless it almost made him crack a smile to think of General Raven talking to a man that blended in so nicely with the snow especially with that pale skin-maybe people would actually think he was loopy...

"I appreciate it..." the man in white had already already moved his hand to his hat at this point and had begun to remove it, which caused Miles to once more be startled from his thoughts.

He was certain he knew that voice. He did! In horror he watched behind his snow-blindness sunglasses as the fellow soldier-or rather ex-murder continued to talk, "Thanks, Major Miles."

Solf J. Kimblee, as if Lieutenant General Raven wasn't bad enough... Instantly Miles' eyes narrowed and his blank expression moved to a cold frown. This day was just getting worse and worse. The Ishvalan moved passed Raven for a moment and reluctantly took the murders hand shaking it firmly. He didn't like showing any signs of kindness at all to someone like Kimblee but this action would give him one moment to mutter harsh words to that villain. "I'm watching you..."

A smile seemed to part on the Crimson Alchemist's face and it only caused more shivers to run down Miles' back. Even a bit of irritation crossed his face when he heard the State Alchemist speak up. "I missed you to Mi-Mi..." Kimblee said smoothly.

The Major felt his hand clench into a tight fist and he almost let out a growl. That Kimblee, who did he think he was patronizing Miles? It was difficult for Miles to keep his cool and he was forced to turn away dropping his grip around the murder's hand and reluctantly leading the way for both Kimblee and Raven. At least he could get rid of the Lieutenant General soon, the difficult part was how he was going to get rid of the second man.