Fullmetal Alchemist: Kimbley/Riza Hawkeye
Title: Rumors
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implications of deaths
Word count: 540
Summary: There had to be something more to this.
Prompt: Pushed to the breaking point - "When you stare long into the Abyss the Abyss also stares into you."
She knew the rumors that circulated around the man. He wasn’t sane. Keep out of his reach. Watch him on the battle field. Make sure you don’t get caught in his crossfire, he wouldn’t care.
She knew that they weren’t false rumors, but she also knew they weren’t entirely accurate. At least they hadn’t been, not until the night before. She’d watched him on the field, watched his careful carefree killing turn into something else, something possessed. She watched him turn from man to thing from her sniper’s position on the field, and she could do nothing but give warning to the others to clear his path, get out of the city.
He wasn’t like Roy. He wasn’t afraid of the power he wielded. It meant that he needed no protector. It also meant that he was alone with his destruction, and it was a courtship that was far from healthy.
It seemed none of the others would approach him, so that left her. He wasn’t a good man, she knew that, but he also wasn’t a stupid man. No truly stupid man could ever become a State Alchemist, no matter how powerful they happened to be.
She wisely didn’t ask if he enjoyed it. That much, at least, was plainly obvious. No, instead she asked him a more relevant question. “Do you have control?”
The answer was silence, consideration, and then a laugh. It was a soft, almost chiding sound, his gold eyes meeting her brown for just a moment before he turned and walked away from her. “Of course.”
From then, the violent unpredictability on the field changed, wavering between pure abandon and something else. Something too much like art for her stomach to handle. A loss of control she could understand, welcome even, but not the plain show that he did it on purpose.
It made her thankful, in a way, that she would likely never have to deal with the man again once the war was past. It did not, however, give her leave to accept well enough and let it be while she was still here.
Her questions were different, and this time he didn’t walk away. “Do you care about the cause behind this war?”
Instead he faced her and smiled, cheshire and pleased. “No.”
“Do you even care about the lives of the people on your side?”
“Of course not.”
“Why?”
“They’re all going to die anyway.”
“Even me Kimbley?”
He moved forward, brushed his palm along her cheek before quirking his lips, a knowing light in his gaze. “Especially you. You play with fire.”
She twitched away from the touch, glaring at him for even daring to invade her space, but he just smirked, stepping back as he let his hand drop away.
“Playing with fire is dangerous for people who don’t know what they’re doing Hawkeye. Remember that for me.”
She gave him no real answer, continuing to glare before she spun on her heel and left him standing there, the too knowing smile on his face making her skin crawl.
She wouldn’t ask him any more questions, and she had to wonder what she thought she would accomplish in the first place.
Whatever it was, she certainly hadn’t managed it.
Author: forgottenlover
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implications of deaths
Word count: 540
Summary: There had to be something more to this.
Prompt: Pushed to the breaking point - "When you stare long into the Abyss the Abyss also stares into you."
She knew the rumors that circulated around the man. He wasn’t sane. Keep out of his reach. Watch him on the battle field. Make sure you don’t get caught in his crossfire, he wouldn’t care.
She knew that they weren’t false rumors, but she also knew they weren’t entirely accurate. At least they hadn’t been, not until the night before. She’d watched him on the field, watched his careful carefree killing turn into something else, something possessed. She watched him turn from man to thing from her sniper’s position on the field, and she could do nothing but give warning to the others to clear his path, get out of the city.
He wasn’t like Roy. He wasn’t afraid of the power he wielded. It meant that he needed no protector. It also meant that he was alone with his destruction, and it was a courtship that was far from healthy.
It seemed none of the others would approach him, so that left her. He wasn’t a good man, she knew that, but he also wasn’t a stupid man. No truly stupid man could ever become a State Alchemist, no matter how powerful they happened to be.
She wisely didn’t ask if he enjoyed it. That much, at least, was plainly obvious. No, instead she asked him a more relevant question. “Do you have control?”
The answer was silence, consideration, and then a laugh. It was a soft, almost chiding sound, his gold eyes meeting her brown for just a moment before he turned and walked away from her. “Of course.”
From then, the violent unpredictability on the field changed, wavering between pure abandon and something else. Something too much like art for her stomach to handle. A loss of control she could understand, welcome even, but not the plain show that he did it on purpose.
It made her thankful, in a way, that she would likely never have to deal with the man again once the war was past. It did not, however, give her leave to accept well enough and let it be while she was still here.
Her questions were different, and this time he didn’t walk away. “Do you care about the cause behind this war?”
Instead he faced her and smiled, cheshire and pleased. “No.”
“Do you even care about the lives of the people on your side?”
“Of course not.”
“Why?”
“They’re all going to die anyway.”
“Even me Kimbley?”
He moved forward, brushed his palm along her cheek before quirking his lips, a knowing light in his gaze. “Especially you. You play with fire.”
She twitched away from the touch, glaring at him for even daring to invade her space, but he just smirked, stepping back as he let his hand drop away.
“Playing with fire is dangerous for people who don’t know what they’re doing Hawkeye. Remember that for me.”
She gave him no real answer, continuing to glare before she spun on her heel and left him standing there, the too knowing smile on his face making her skin crawl.
She wouldn’t ask him any more questions, and she had to wonder what she thought she would accomplish in the first place.
Whatever it was, she certainly hadn’t managed it.