The Crimson Alchemist in King of Fort Briggs? Chapter 3, 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.

Chapter3: A Tour to Remember

There was a long drawn silence in the hallway even after the two men had dispersed from Lieutenant General Raven's side. Now both in the West Wing with the burly-wood coloured walls rolling by as they continued to walk one step after the next on the bluish grey stoned floor. A few few doorways could be noted as well but none important enough to stop in the dark skinned man's opinion ( who was leading the packs ) . The man at front who could only be recognized as Major Miles with his trade mark snow-blindness sunglasses, dark skin and white hair didn't appear to have intentions of stopping for one minute and was quite enjoying the silence until the white clad man following behind had to open his mouth. "Gee, Mi-Mi this isn't much of a tour..." there was an ounce of whining behind the deep voice and the Brigg's soldier knew that the Crimson Alchemist was toying with him.

Clenching his hand into a fist the Ishvalan turned around managing to keep his composition as he muttered his own words, "You can cut the acted Kimblee," Miles stated in almost a stern like manner.

Did it slightly hold a scolding manner? The black haired Alchemist could only shrug and let out a sigh, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mi-Mi..." Kimblee insisted.

The major could feel his blood boiling already as his eyes glared at the criminal. He could stare all he liked with those crimson eyes from behind his sunglasses-but oh man if eyes could kill this man in white would be dead. "I said drop the act..." the Major said in a firmer tone which sounded more like an order then anything.

The Crimson Alchemist pouted a bit, Miles was sure easy to pick at. He was so serious and it was almost too funny. "Really?" the Alchemist continued, "Because I thought we were friends-"

A sly smile was already forming as Miles opened his mouth but the Major froze glancing around. Slowly his eyes darted around before he opened the nearest door and pushed Kimblee inside before following and closing it roughly. He didn't need the other soldiers of Briggs mocking him because he couldn't keep one man-be it a murder under control. Unfortunately for Miles he'd forgotten that this room was the closet. A nice closed space with many brooms, mops and cleaning supplies filling the numerous shelves. How unfortunate on his part, his luck was clearly out to lunch and things were turning out to further create the worse day of his life imaginable. He'd have to make this quick because he was already feeling claustrophobic, this was too close to Kimblee for Miles' liking and he was beginning to feel agitated. "You know you have to buy a guy flowers first..." the Crimson Alchemist stated.

The Major had become slightly red in the face but it could only be chalked down as anger opposed to embarrassment. As if Miles could actually think or consider loving someone like Solf J. Kimblee. He was well aware who the man was, he was a murder. Why? Well it all started a few years back when a soldier shot an Ishvalan child. There were always trifles between Amestrians and Ishvalans long before but never so full of blood shed as the events that had followed the incident. It was clear that the one bullet was enough to justify the mistrust between the Ishvalans and the Amestrians and soon the protest escalated into a war that lasted seven long years. Until a simple one paged document had determined the Ishvalan's fate. Executive Order 3066 the initial order to activate the war of the Ishvalan Extermination.

It was described only as a hell on Earth the air fumes filled with smoke and the smell of the dead even remnants of the blood which were soaked away by the sands. The State Alchemist who had been sent in to aid in the extermination new clearly what they were doing, they knew their targets and some of them had enjoyed the very acts they committed. It wasn't a blindsight attack firing a gun and hoping you hit before you yourself were killed, no many were sure to die when a State Alchemist appeared. Especially near the end. As if the State Alchemist, Solf J. Kimblee hadn't already held enough of a reputation for being a cold bolded killer who enjoyed slaughtering countless Ishvalans with his explosive Alchemy. No, the Crimson Alchemist who thought so highly of himself had to continue to dwindle the Ishvalans. Was it even hatred this man had felt towards Miles' people or was he just cruel? The Major couldn't be exactly certain but when the war turned around it had majorly been done by this murder. The Crimson Alchemist's powers had greatly improved which had caused him to devastate what was left of Ishval. It was only shortly after this that the Ishvalan people surrender and then the war soon concluded.

Yet the thing that got to Major Miles the most was the fact that Kimblee had enjoyed every second of it... And it was deeply infuriating, especially since Miles had joined the military in hopes of changing the publics view on Ishval and his people. Unfortunately with people like the Crimson Alchemist in this world it would prove almost difficult to achieve this goal. Thus, it was time to bring the black haired Alchemist down a notch. Miles was going to regain control of this situation or at least go down trying. "Don't patronize me Kimblee..." the Ishvalan said coldly grabbing Kimblee by the scruff of his white scarf an act he would later regret, "We're not friends and we never will be..."

There was so much disgust built up inside the dark skinned man and he tightened his grip more around the Ishvalan murder. "Clearly not by the rate your taking things," the dark haired Alchemist added, "But I stand by my words, you have to buy a guy flowers first."

"I'M NOT BUYING YOU FLOWERS!" Miles hissed.

He'd lost his cool. Instantly he turned around and pushed open the closet door walking out. The nerve of Kimblee, there was no way in hell Miles was ever going to buy that vial murder flowers. Did he even realize how difficult it would be to get flowers up to Briggs. There was snow all over the ground here, it was quite clear that no flowers would be growing here anytime soon. Thus they'd have to be shipped and shipping posed the chance of the flowers being ruined not to mention would cost quite a bit of money that the Ishvalan clearly didn't want to spend. Even if on some fluke of a chance he did find flowers up North how could he be certain if the florist took good enough care of the flowers or which kind to buy for the Crimson Alchemist and once more the cos- Wait was he actually thinking this through? Miles reached up his hands to his head forgetting his grip was still around the Crimson Alchemist's scarf and before he knew it Kimblee had collided into him and both of them lay on the ground half in the closet and half out. "Kill me now..." Miles thought horrified.

He scrambled to stand up Kimblee's scarf now wrapped around him instead of the murder who was slowly getting up beside him. Miles hands stretched up to pull the fabric off but the act came to late, two soldiers were turning the corning and there eyes widen in deep confusion. "Is that...Major Miles...?" one began.

"...Coming out of the closet with Kimblee?..." the other finished.

That was it Major Miles' life was over.