AN: It's been nearly half a year I think. Oso kata na. Wari. (I'm late. Sorry.)
This FanFiction WILL come to an end in a few chapters.
Oh yeah. If you're wondering: I'm not too pleased with this, really. Honestly, I want to get it over with.
No need for a legend. It's fairly obvious what's bold and all.
Chapter 4: Travelers of the Sand
A knock on the door jerked her awake...
Colonel Mustang pushed the door open immediately, without waiting for an answer. He stepped in quietly, looking at nothing in particular while his lieutenant adjusted to his presence.
Just a moment ago, she was staring off to space. She had heard the doctors last night. Survival will not be assured without the transfer of Miss First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye...
...
The woman finally concentrated her vision towards the man coming in, sitting up a bit, head perfectly placed on the soft, cotton pillow.
He was pulling on the collar of his long black coat, the expression on his face rather smug. He wore his blue military uniform underneath it.
Neither spoke for moments, taking in the silent pleasure of seeing one another safe and sound. But not for long...
Mustang cleared his throat loudly, his foot tapping the floor ever so slightly.
"You heard, didn't you? Last night I mean." her superior gave a huge evil-seeming smirk; scary enough to frighten a-- an elephant? Okay, maybe that's exaggerating.
Hawkeye chuckled.
"Yes, sir! I am at your command."
"Then let's get cracking."
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Back at the military camp in Ishbala, Havoc and co. were gifted with utter boredum. Sitting there with nothing to do until news of their colonel and more troops arrived, all the group could do was sit there, being bored.
Bored, bored, bored!
"Ugggghh..." Havoc moaned at his desk. He sighed for the hundreth time in 10 minutes.
Time passed like clocks ticking each hour.
Ten seconds felt like ten minutes.
"ARGH!!"
Fuery, Falman, and Ed and Al whipped around in alarm to stare at their yelling friend. (Who was now apparently tearing his hair apart in frustration and impatience)
"When are we going to hear from those two????!!! ARGH I'm tired of waiting!" The blond slammed a hand onto his desk, knocking the jug of water over. Ed shielded his face from the spilling water with a look of disgust.
"Yeah! They should take full responsibility for their actions! We haven't heard from them and they are keeping us here!"
Both the Hayate-lover and Cigarette-lover sighed and hung their heads.
This sure was going to be a long day.
Silence for a full minute.
"Falman?"
No answer.
"Warrant Officer Vato Falman!"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"Walking. Verb. To move at a regular and fairly slow pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once. From Germanic origin. Does that explain it enough, Sergeant Officer Kain Fuery?"
"That's NOT what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?
Fuery sighed and adjusted his glasses properly onto his nose.
"Never mind."
"Speaking of which. I'm bored. We need to talk about something. Something random..."
The most bored out of all of them (Havoc) turned to Ed.
"Say, Ed? Where's that girlfriend of yours, Winry-chan?"
"SHE'S------NOT------MY------GIRLFRIEND!!!"
"Calm down, Nii-san! Winry--"
"What, Al?" A glare from the braided-blond shorty.
"Ehehe! I--I just--"
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Lieutenant Hawkeye leapt away from her colonel's arms, upon reaching the door of the patient truck they were suppose to be using to transfer hospitals. She flushed slightly, having been carried outside.
Carried! What a chance!
No, no. I mustn't think that way. He'll always just be my superior. Nothing less, nothing more.
Hating to admit it, the blond-haired sniper had fallen in love with that man.
How unexpected.
"Are you going?"
She turned around to see Mustang gazing at her, with a smile playing on his lips. He gave her a light push on the shoulder and she climbed into the vehicle and collapse with exhaustion onto the small mattress at the back.
Colonel Mustang got into the front and started the engine. She hadn't minded him carrying her. Was that a chance?
Ah. Never mind. She's never feel the same for me.
It wasn't like he had a chance with the beautiful but stubborn female sniper with the hazel hawk eyes. She didn't seem into romance anyways.
Pretty obvious.
Wait a minute. Didn't she read...romance novels in her spare time?!
I should just concentrate getting transferring her as quick as possible. We're running out of time.
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The ol' road was bumpy, that was for sure. It was surrounded by medium-sized trees, most adorn with pale green leaves, others leafless. Wired steel fences bordered this side road, preventing the traveling vehicle from falling into the sand dunes below.
Besides that desert of sand below, the weather cleared, with a few clouds in the sky.
Peaceful.
Mustang glanced back at the one he had fallen in love with. She was sleeping quite soundly on the back.
He smiled.
But the vehicle took an unexpected turn. A ditch was ahead, with a breakage in the fencing. He hit the brakes in desperation.
Futile. The truck was falling. Crashing.
Into the sandy dunes, whipped by strong winds and probable quicksand whirlpools.
Down.
Straight into the sloppy ditch it fell, falling over on its side.
Hawkeye jerked awake in a start.
"What's going on?!"
Her colonel gritted his teeth and ran leapt towards his subordinate, circling his arms around her back in protection. The door flew open and the two rolled out onto the sand.
He coughed, placing a hand over her mouth.
Gah! I can't-- Mustang's thoughts were full of alarm.
And to make it worse, a few messy-clothed ruffians stood looking arrogantly over them as the two from the military rose from the ground.
Bandits.
The sniper-woman reached for her pistols only to find that they were missing.
Drat. As she expected. In Mustang's possession. He would not let her take control of them until she was well.
Just great.
Still with the quick reaction time, he had already put on his alchemy gloves.
"Prepare to die, filth!"
Those were the last words the first lieutenant heard before her consciousness slipped away, accompanied by a throb at her stomach andthe vision of a bandit standing over her with a triumphant, cackling smiling...
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AN: I typed this in a hurry. Point out any errors you can spot.
I hope to finish this this week actually. Long chapter for a change...But that intermission took a lot of it.
Dictionary definition from the "Dictionary and Thesaurus" program on my computer.
Please Review and tell me what you think,
Kazuki