Anarchists of Amestris

...er, hello ^.^

2005-09-02T22:19:06Z

Well, I know I haven't been around in ages, but I have been incredibly busy what with school being back and all. I doubt I'll be writing more fanfiction in the near future, or even getting back to reading all the new stuff everyone else has written since I last checked in, heh ^.^;; Sorry for just disappearing like that, but I don't have the time to update this at the moment. So, for now at least, sayonara minna-san!

Real Life Happenings

2005-08-04T23:51:12Z

Okay, so I've been checking up on my f-list but haven't made much of a dent ^.^;; I'm going to a sleepover tonight but it looks like I won't be going to that Anime-con *sob* so I'll have the weekend to catch up with what's going on in the LJ-verse ^.^

I'll be around!

~ Glass Slipper ~

2005-08-03T16:04:15Z

Alright, so I finally have some fanfiction to post ^.^ It's part of a little drabble collection I'm starting of Jean Havoc/Katherine Armstrong one-shots. Because I think they would make an adorable couple <3 I think the drabble-collection will be entitled...Smoke and Sparkles XD At least until I get a better idea ^.^

Jean Havoc trudged wearily down the side of the road, coat slung carelessly over his shoulder, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, a lit cigarette on his parched lips.

Today had been a Bad Day. The kind of day that just didn’t go well, from the moment you woke up ‘til the moment you tripped over your own feet and knocked yourself unconscious that night.

It had actually started out alright, not overly different from any other day, aside from having to get up at some ungodly early hour of the morning. A week ago, he had met a young woman in Central and he had set up a date with her today. Her name was Elizabeth and she was from the mostly uninhabited country-side on the outskirts of Central. For being a farm girl, she was very well brought up and had the most adorable freckles. She had only been in the city on business then – something to do with a perspective buyer for a horse on her family’s farm – but had expressed a desire to come back and do some sight-seeing. So they had made arrangements and he had turned up that morning (after a grueling, monotonous, several-hour drive through the country-side in unnaturally blistering heat) dressed smartly, but not so much that she might feel out-of-place, with a classy bouquet of roses in hand.

It had all been down hill from there.

First, someone had opened the door so hard that it slammed into his face, giving him a bloody nose. Then it turned out that that person had been one of Elizabeth’s many, many older brothers. One of her many, immensely over-protective older brothers. That was bad in its own right. What was worse was that Elizabeth had dragged him inside to meet each of them in. He hadn’t caught a single one of their names over the sound of cracking knuckles.

Finally, he had ushered his date out the door to freedom, and lunch and tourism in central.

He had thought it had gone well. They ate out, poked around some tourist attractions for a bit and then walked back to his car in what he had assumed was a comfortable silence. Sure, they hadn’t had much contact, but it was a first date and he had assumed she was just shy.

But once they arrived back at her house and he had asked, with his charming, fail-proof, roguish grin, if he would see her around.

After many half-hearted assertions that he was a “really, really nice guy, really,” she had finally told him that, while he was still “really nice,” she was interested in “more exciting people.”

She hadn’t said it, but the way her eyes glittered dreamily belied her true thoughts: I’m interested in more exciting people, like that Colonel Mustang we saw… The fact that when they had passed Roy on the street, smirking that smug, bastardly, “Oh, that was your girlfriend?” smile, with Jean’s most recent ex dangling off his arm, had not improved Havoc’s spirits.

Lost in his reminiscing, Havoc spluttered as his cigarette burnt down to his lips and cursed fluently before stomping it into dust.

He could have dealt with it all though, even the bitter rejection, if his car hadn’t broke down. He’d find some way to blame that on Mustang as well.

Jean sighed as he reached into his pocket and extracted his last cigarette. He glanced wistfully at the horizon again. Night was falling, the sky darkening and the air growing bitingly cold – what had happened to the sweltering heat of the morning? There was no way this one cig would last him ‘til Central. Damn it.

He was just sticking the smoke between his lips and lighting a match when a loud sound rent the air. The Second Lieutenant shrugged it off and lit up.

A sudden gust of wind almost blew out his match, but he exhaled a cloud of smoke blissfully and continued walking, throwing the now empty packet of matches into a ditch.

Havoc paused for a moment. He could have sworn something hit his face just then. There it was again. And again.

Jean Havoc’s puzzled bemusement soon turned to cursing as it began to pour.

…and it extinguished his cigarette too. Fuck.

He spat out the soggy and useless smoke, shrugged his coat back on and picked up the pace.

This day could not get worse.

Lightning split shattered the sky and Havoc tripped, falling headfirst into a pile of mud in the ditch by the road.

The mouthful of disgustingly wet dirt muffled his swearing into unintelligible shouts of fury.

Finally pulling himself up again, Jean groaned in despair. Whatever God there was up there hated him. That was the only explanation for this.

He had been gingerly avoiding the biggest puddles and making pain-stakingly slow progress towards the city when he thought he saw a shadow in the darkness of the ditch. Between the rain and the encroaching night Havoc was nearly blinded, but he slid down the short incline to investigate anyways.

“Hey, is someone down here?”

He jumped slightly in surprise when a small voice answered him. Increasing his speed urgently, he found a figure slumped in the mud. The person was wearing a light jacket with a hood that covered their face but from what he could see through the sheets of rain he thought it might be a young woman.

“Are you all right?”

A small voice, barely heard over the pounding of the relentless floods of water reached his ears. Definitely feminine, soft and pained. For one moment he wished he could see her face but then he was brought back to the situation at hand.

“Yes…I slipped earlier and…hurt my foot…” she spoke haltingly, in a slightly breathless manner that made Havoc frown in concern.

He gently picked up the limb she was favoring and heard her give a stifled gasp. Slowly, he lifted her leg, squinted in the dim light and bit back a wince. There was a large gash running the length of her foot, blood oozing from the arch and heel.

“…I also lost my shoes,” there was a mirthless laugh in her tone and Jean grinned even though she couldn’t see it.

“Can you stand?” he asked, feeling around in hopes that he could find her misplaced footwear.

“Yes, I’ll be fine...”

One hand hit an extremely soggy shoe and a short time after he found the other.

He smiled at her again, handing over the pair. “They’re not exactly glass slippers, but they’ll do.”

She giggled lightly, her voice melodic and pleasant. Jean grasped her hand in his and helped her to her feet, swinging one arm across his shoulders so he could aid her in limping back up to the road.

“So, why were you way out here, all alone anyways?”

“Oh,” she laughed sheepishly as they made their way back towards Central. “It was really pretty silly of me, I went out for a walk and lost track of time. Then the storm came and I fell down into that ditch. How about you?”

“Heh, I was taking my date back home and my car broke down,” Havoc replied, trying to look at the road ahead.

He could practically feel her shy smile. “I hope you didn’t leave your date stranded out here in this rain…”

He chuckled ruefully. “No, the car broke down as I was on my way back to Central.”

The girl shivered slightly and he draped his coat over her slender shoulders with perfected nonchalance. She leant into him gratefully and they trekked onwards in companionable silence.

He was in a considerably happier mood by the time it took for them to reach the outskirts of Central.

“Well, I really should be getting home, my family is probably worried –” she attempted to extract her arm from his grasp but he held on.

“Where do you live?”

“On the other side of the city, it’s really no problem, I can –”

“The other side, huh?” he interrupted. “Well, that’s no good, we’ll have to go to my place to get your foot properly bandaged. Don’t worry, it’s not far,” he grinned broadly.

The pair made their way through the streets, cloaked in the impenetrable darkness. The rain continued its onslaught and even with their unhurried pace it didn’t take long to reach Havoc’s apartment.

Opening the door, he turned to help his companion in and caught a glimpse of her face. And the stray sparkle hovering unassumingly beside her eye.

“Hey, aren’t you Katherine Armstrong…?”

He trailed off as she stretched up shyly and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

Then she was gone, slipping out like a shadow into the night, lost to his sight in the all-consuming rain. He took a step forward and almost tripped over the shoe she had left forgotten on the doorstep.

Grinning, Jean Havoc picked up the discarded article of footwear and entered his apartment, closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t exactly a glass slipper but it would do.

I'm back...

2005-08-03T14:59:14Z

Alright so I'm back ~~again~~. In between my fencing camp and then going to Kimberly (which is a place, not a bomb-obsessed alchemist ^.^) this weekend, I have had no time what-so-ever. But I'll have the rest of this week to catch up on my friends-list *cringe* I don't even want to see how far behind I am...oh well.

Anyhoo

I bought more manga ^.^ Yay! I got Volumes 2 and 3 of Chrno Crusade and Vol 1 of DNAngel. I have to exchange the DNAngel vol tho, because there's like 20 pages missing right in the middle. Grrrrrrrr. I also bought a magazine, Anime Insider, which is totally cool! It tipped me off about an anime convention in Edmonton which I hope to attend ^.^ My parents won't drive me there though ~~something about not being able to stand the three-hour car trip with me and my anime-obsessed friends~~ *shrugs* So we would have to take the bus...and hope I don't get us kicked off ^.^ My friends are always saying I have no in-door voice... *sigh* But yeah, so if I do end up going to Animethon, I won't be around this weekend either ^.^;; At least I'm saying something in advance this time XD

At my fencing camp there was this guy called Kieran. And one day, when I hadn't had enough sleep ~~as usual~~ I called him Kira by accident XD I don't think he's a real otaku though, so he didn't notice *snicker* There were six of us and I was the only girl...but it was really fun! We played this came called King and Soldier or something where you get a military rank (from King to Soldier depending on how many people are playing) and you have to shoot baskets to try and advance your rank. I've been the Queen, General, Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant, Corporal and Soldier i.e. all the rankings we played with. Being the Soldier sucks ^.^ You have to run and get the ball when everyone else shoots. But it's fun to make fun of the soldier XD But anyhow, it was a really fun week.

Then in Kimberly, I lazed around the room with our dog while the rest of my family went golfing ^.^ I'm not a golf-person. I have my fencing, I don't need that crummy pseudo-sport. Then after that we all spent the rest of the day lounging at the pool. I have a spectactular sunburn. It's what I get for not going outside at all for most of the summer I suppose ^.^;; I love the Mariott, the resort we stay at, when we go to Kimberly though. They have a free breakfast buffet and I can have all the hot-chocolate and muffins I want ^.^

...Well, that's pretty much it. I'm trying to convince my parents to let me go to the anime-con, trying to write up my resume so I can apply to Great White (the store I buy my manga from ^.^), trying to figure out how to get on the website for the Kendo club in my area, studying for my driver's test ~~or I should be ^.^;;~~ and cleaning out my room so we can repaint and refurnish it. Wew. I also need to get writing again tho. I'm going to get rusty at this rate. And my f-list... *wince* Okay, I'll write a bit then see how clogged my f-list is ^.^

...

2005-07-23T23:41:51Z

Well, I'm back after disappearing off the face of the Earth ^.^

I know I haven't posted in over a week, but in between reading Harry Potter and going on a trip to Edmonton I haven't had a chance to even get on the computer, which is terrible because I live and breathe through my Internet connection XD

Anyhow...What's happened to me since I last posted.

Well, first off, Harry Potter. Dude. That is my new favorite book ^.^ I mean, when the fifth book came out, it was good, but it just didn't really stand apart for me. But Half Blood Prince...wow. I'm not going to really go into depth on it - because I'm too lazy to put a spoiler warning mostly ^.^ - but it was just incredible. I've always kind of liked the idea of Bill and Fleur (because they just look so cute) and I'm a huge werewolves and Remus fan, so the parts and the end especially just made my day. Actually, all of the romance in general ~~except for Lavendar, that bitch~~ was right up my alley. And...well, I can't help asking this, but does anyone know what Regulus' middle name is? ~.^

Also...it took me all of 15 hours to read it. From 11am on saturday to 2am on sunday ^.^ And I didn't just race through it, like I did with OotP. I actually took the time to try and work out what was going on, lol. It was much better this way, eh heh...

And I've also gone to the library! *shock* I haven't been there in ages...mainly because I've been staisfying my anime and manga fix, heh. But I read the third Stravangza book (*cough* finally) and it was loads better than the second ^.^ I mean, the first will always be my favorite, because I love Luciano and Arianna. I never really liked the second, because Georgia was getting in the way of Luciano and Arianna's happily ever after, but the third was awesome! Luciano will always be my favorite Stavaganti but I liked Sky as well ^.^

I also branched out and tried a book called Basilisk and The Wereling Trilogy. Basilisk was ~~frakking~~ awesome with all the dragony stuff and the generall wickedness all around. And the Wereling trilogy has become my bible ^.^ I mean werewolves, love, jealousy, angst, magic, weird sciency stuff...what's not to love?

As for manga and anime...I bought the 2nd FMA volume, the 2nd Samurai Deeper Kyo and the 5th Trigun!!1 Damn. Wolfwood and Midvalley are awesome! ...I kinda feel bad for Gauntlet too...the anime just never did him justice. And that Elendira person...wow! And all of Vash's flashbacks to July... *whistle* Dammit, when does Vol 6 come out?! Rereading FMA was fun too, but I found this one line just so heart-wrenching...

Hughes: They say that the ruder you are, the luckier you are! In that case, you [i.e. Edward] and Roy are gonna live forever!

Because applying that logic in reverse, Hughes - who is the nicest, coolest guy ever - won't live to see that. ...Although I just realised that that line is kind of implied RoyEd *snicker*

And I watched some of the anime for Chrno Crusade and Samurai Deeper Kyo. I really liked Chrno - even though they changed a bunch of things from the manga - but I thought Samurai Deeper was a bit of a let-down. I mean, the manga is fantasy, but in the same way Rurouni Kenshin is, not (what I would call) fantastically fantasy. But the anime...why the hell do all of the bad guys have to be those weird kenyou things? Geez, it's like the took the characters and skeleton of the the plot-line but then just couldn't be bothered to follow most of it O.o;; ...and I dunno why, but I thought Yuya's hair would be pink ^.^ Yeah, I thought it was really disappointing, though. But then I bought the 2nd volume and it completely restored my faith in the manga, lol. I want the third vol now ^.^

I also found a website that has scanlations of the Chrno manga, which I am reading right now ^.^

So...that's really all that's gone on ^.^ I haven't really had time to write any drabbles but I'll get working on that! Although, I probably won't be updating much over the next week, because it's my brother's birthday on monday and I have a fencing camp 'til friday. I'll have more time come next weekend though.

I'll be around ^.^

Tir_synni's Kitten Tales

2005-07-12T19:52:37Z

Heh, again with the lack of stuff to say...but I've been busy because I thought of a great (in my mind, lol) idea for another drabble collection, centering on the Jean Havoc x Katherine Armstrong relationship. Once again, I love episode 37 ^.^

But, on a less random note, tir_synni posted a hilarious ficlet, Kitten tales. It's so funny...then I posted a random comment about Roy getting Ed a dog instead of a cat and it spawned this whole crazy mess involving a Chihuahua...so apparently, this is a "companion fic" to tir_synni's Kitten Tales.

So, here it is, just an insane little bit of craziness that I thought up on the spur of the moment...read Kitten Tales!

*Roy presents Ed with a chihuahua*

"WHO'S SO SMALL THEY COULDN'T EVEN PET A REGULAR SIZED DOG ON THE HEAD?!?!"

*The sound of Ed inflicting a savange beating on Mustang and a dog yelping*

The Fuhrer's guards outside the room just sigh, shrug and continue playing cards.

"WHO'S SO SHORT THE SOUND OF A NORMAL DOG'S BARKING WOULD SHATTER HIS PINT-SIZED EARDRUMS?!?!"

...but he didn't say that much Ed... ^.^ Eh heh...blame tir_synni for writing such a cute, funny fic!

Stupid HTML...

2005-07-11T00:48:37Z

Hmm...can anyone show me how to properly use the links to other journals and communities? I've just been using the web site linking HTML and can't get it ^.^;;

Heh heh...

ICON!

2005-07-11T00:40:59Z

Lol, I've been reading everything I can find about Bluebird's Illusion from this community, blubrdsillusion.

I found the page of parody scenes and the icon was born!

Because Al was asking Ed if he was going to be the Fuhrer's secretary for the rest of his life and Ed said he wanted to be Fuhrer so that no one in the military could be over 1.6m XD

The game (BBI) looks incredible. If I could read Chinese (and if I had the money...) I'd be all over it.

*sigh*

Oh well, I'll just read all of the game summaries instead ^.^

Stuff and Random Happenings

2005-07-10T00:03:14Z

Heh, sorry bout the lack of drabbles and updates, I've been buisy trying to cram all the random Hagaren facts scattered around my brain into my application for alchemist_elite. *crosses fingers* I've been using search engines and all the braincells I have left like all hell to get in, so I hope it's enough ^.^

Lalala...

2005-07-07T18:08:36Z

I am in such a good mood right now ^.^

Firstly, I have had two glasses of green tea this morning (Japanese Sencha...mmmmmmmm...), while reading an absolutely incredible RoyEd fic. ...Actually, that's about it XD Ah well, I'm still ridiculously happy.

...Not even my brother kicking me off the computer could dampen my mood! So now I'm off to attempt to improve my drawing skills (goddamn it, I just can't draw Ed properly...)

I'll turn up later on! Ja, minna-san!

Eternal Debate

2005-07-07T06:09:29Z

Is FF.Net better than LJ? Or the other way around?

This has been bugging me so much, lol. I used to think that LJ was better, because FFN has a riduclous uploading system that bugs the hell out of me. But with LJ, it takes time to paste in drabbles and the like, then redo all of the paragraphing and italics etc.

However, even if FFN is easier for the actual formatting and such, I just love all the HTML crap in LJ ^.^ It may take time, but it's so much fun!! ...I'm crazy. XD Oh well.

So, they both can be easier at times and more frustrating at others...but I just love them both, lol *rollseyes*

...I'm too happy. It's like midnight. Why can't I just get off the computer and SLEEP?! O.o

...lol. ^.^

I'm in a writing mood now, though...what I really want is to write something Hughes-centric. Hmm...

~ Sweet Deception ~

2005-07-07T06:02:24Z

Yay for HavocLust! OTP!! ...I need to make them an icon ^.^

Hm...angst and chapter 34 spoilers (just because it's about HavocLust).

I think my Lust was being possessed by the spirit of anime!Lust, because I don't think it's very In Character for manga!Lust, lol...

...did I mention angstiness?

To humans, it may have seemed to be love – taking on an illusory glitter and magic that’s pseudo-presence was an incessant, disgustingly real reminder to her of just how artificial it was.

They walked down a deserted street in the moonlight, holding hands and leaning into each other ever so slightly. An old couple they passed smiled indulgently at them and twittered on and on about ‘young love.’ A slight blush graced his features.

To her it was only another reminder.

For humans, there may have been love between them. That wonderful, euphoric, trust and need between two people, an almost palpable emotion. Maybe they saw love in his eyes on her, or her arm in his.

All she saw was deceit. And lies.

Because for her, that incorporeal, surreal love that emanated from him – from all the random people that passed within her peripheral vision – was only an ugly reminder of what she couldn’t feel.

She couldn’t love.

Only humans, humans with their beating hearts and treacherous minds, could love.

And she was not human.

She was sinful and inhuman and consumed by her insatiable lust.

When she looked at him, it was only his love for her reflecting back at him and the rest of his world.

Because she couldn’t feel that warmth.

That was why she needed the Philosopher’s Stone. Why all of the Homunculi needed and desired it above all else. They envied humans, watched the pathetic beings greedily, hungered for them…lusted after them.

If she could become human…

Maybe, just maybe, if she could become human, this all become more than just a dream. More than a wistful fragmented vision from a life she no longer remembered.

More than a deception.

But even as some part of her desired to be human, desperately needed to feel that warmth, her very being – at its darkest and most unseen depths – rejected the idea. Humans were weak, pawns and puppets, worthless.

And it was such a sweet deception.

In the end, he was the only one who made her think like this, regret her hollow, empty existence.

And in the end, she would be the one to dispose of him, the one to watch as his life bled out from within him, savoring the blood as it fled his body through the gashes she had vindictively carved into him.

In this orchestrated symphony of lies and falsities, she would be the one to strangle him with his own ever-present love.

…and the deceit would drip off her lance-like nails, falling to the floor, meaningless, worthless in its own useless existence.

There was a wonderful, masochistic, twisted irony in that.

Randomness and Robots

2005-07-07T05:05:38Z

Sorry for not being here a lot today guys, but I went out with a friend and then was lazy, so... ^.^

We went to see Robots today, though, and it was so hilarious! I was having Futurama flashbacks throughout the entire movie, lol! First I heard "Bender" instead of "Fender" and I just kept waiting for Fender to say, "Bite my shiny, metal ass!!" XD

That's a great movie. It was really funny. I'm still feeling lazy, so I don't feel like typing up more of a summary, but it was really good. I would highly recomend seeing it, for those that haven't ^.^

Then we came back here and played on the computer for a while, watching anime episodes that I have downloaded (Gundam SEED, SEED Destiny, Gundam Wing...I think that's it ^.^) and I gave her the last FMA episodes that she hadn't seen, burnt to a CD.

Oh, and she finially motivated me to do something with my Gaia account XD Because it's been sitting there, stewing for a couple weeks now...I should start organizing my thoughts on my FMA Original Character so I can enter the State Alchemist Name Contest, lol. I also applied to be Greed, Lust and/or Hughes in a roleplay, which ought to be fun. And hey, whaddaya know, I actually have more money now! Lol.

~ Puppy Eyes ~

2005-07-06T04:35:00Z

I just can't get enough of Episode 37...for those who have seen it but can't recall what happened, it was a Mustang centric episode, containing several little plot-independant stories involving Mustang and his lackeys ^.^

This drabble is dedicated to the look on Fuery's face when he was asking Roy to investigate the 13th Warehouse with them XD So it's kind of got a shounen ai, RoyFuery lilt to it.

I swear, that one episode conatins the fast majority of the pairings in the entire series O.o ROFL!

“I have to go by it on my way home and it’s scaring me to death! Help me, Colonel!”

Roy Mustang’s eye twitched. He tried to carefully school his features to indifference, tried to summon the will to refuse this preposterous request…

Roy’s gaze remained locked with Fuery’s.

And Mustang’s iron resolve crumpled.

…how could he say no to those puppy-dog eyes?

I'm in love with Fuery's Japanese voice actor...and Havoc's...and the vast majority of the Hagaren characters'... ^.^

Hawkeye Icon!

2005-07-06T00:08:17Z

My new icon is dedicated to the incredible episode 37! LOL ^.^

...I just love the look on her face, though XD

~ Surveillance ~

2005-07-05T18:59:02Z

Heehee...I'm feeling so giddy right now...

Anyhow, this is my first try at RoyHavoc! Yay! Another drabble inspired by ep 37, lol.

...and it ended my het streak XD

“‘Roy Mustang Surveillance Log?’ What’s this?”

Jean Havoc didn’t think he could have been more surprised, when he got the letter from Internal Affairs. Well…he would have been more surprised if it had been a girl, returning his call, but still.

So, he asked the others to help and they all meandered aimlessly around the base, conducting their surveillance missions. But then…

He probably should’ve just stopped, up and quit, after Fuery found out about the date. But he really had no choice. He didn’t even know why he was so reluctant to go.

It didn’t surprise or bother him that Grace had gone out with someone else. He’d really, somewhat suspected that from the start.

But then he saw Mustang…

That’s what had made him explode the next morning, ripping the Surveillance Log to shreds and refusing to continue.

That night though, he had found himself wandering around the city and stopping in front of Roy’s house. He didn’t know what possessed him but, without thinking, he found himself knocking on the intimidating oak door.

“Second Lieutenant?”

Maybe it was just because he seemed to be in a particularly brilliant state of mind just then, or maybe it was because seeing Roy Mustang out of uniform, relaxed and casual was something he’d never been witness to, Jean Havoc was struck dumb.

It took him several seconds to get his composure together to answer, in which Mustang regarded him coolly. Damn, even the indifferent expression on his face made Havoc’s stomach flutter.

“Uh…Colonel, Internal Affairs, er, asked me to conduct a Surveillance Log and – um…” all that time spent formulating a response and this was all he came up with?! He’d never wanted to hit his head against something more – preferably some sort of brick wall.

“Ah, I see,” Mustang cut in, ending Havoc’s uncertain rambling.

Jean let out a slightly forlorn sigh and scratched the back of his head nervously. He focused his eyes on observing the light that was spilling out through the open door. It looked so inviting and warm…

“Well then, Second Lieutenant Havoc,” the Colonel stated, face still disconcertingly indifferent. It could have been a trick of the light, but Havoc could have sworn Roy’s eyes had an amused glint in them. “We wouldn’t want you to hand in a sub par report to Internal Affairs. You’ll just have to remain here for the duration of your observations.”

“Wha…? Er, um…okay,” Havoc stuttered as the other man pushed him into the house.

“Make yourself at home,” Mustang whispered in his ear and Jean’s pulse raced.

If Mustang noticed that Havoc seemed to have settled himself in for an undeterminable length of time, with no intention of leaving, he didn’t comment on it. He also didn’t comment on the fact that Havoc never wrote down any observations.

He did, however, have a lot to say about how everything in his house smelled like smoke after the first day. Oh well.

Havoc allowed a small smirk to spread over his face as Mustang snatched the cigarette from his mouth. But then his lips were brushing against Roy’s and that was all that mattered.

~ Waking Up ~

2005-07-05T18:18:52Z

Heh heh...alright, drabbles! I've been writing a bunch of het lately...but that's mostly to even it out from all the shounen ai I wrote earlier ^.^

For those of you who've seen Ep 37, this drabble was spawned by that incredible episode XD

Riza mumbled incoherently as sleep stealthily crept out of her grasp…she had been having such a good dream, too…

She twitched reflexively when she felt something tickling the arch of her foot and groaned sleepily.

“Black Hayate, stop it.”

The faintly wet tickling feeling persisted.

“Black Hayate, I said stop that!”

Still it didn’t stop and Riza reached for the covers.

“Black Hayate!” she snarled. Really, it was too early to be woken up by…

She blinked.

The lips that had been tickling her foot trailed a line of kisses up her side and rested gently at her throat.

She could feel Roy smirking.

“…did you still want to go back to sleep…?”

Riza smiled. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, waking up like this.

Manga Critique

2005-07-04T22:32:32Z

Hmm, I finished reading the manga I bought a few days ago but didn't post anything about them ^.^

Well, first off, RurouKen 12 was awesome. Finally Sano steps uo to the plate! Yay! And I knew Hagaren was going to be incredible too (having already read it off the Internet...heehee), so no surprise there.

I was right have high expectations for Chrono Crusade and Samurai Deeper Kyo, tho. Chrono really reminds me of Trigun, but the drawing style is more like RurouKen or possible Gundam SEED. That and it's just incredible! Chrono is adorable, but when he goes all demon...hotness! XD

And Samurai Deeper Kyo was wicked too! At first it did seem kind of like a rehash of Rurouni Kenshin...but, Kyo is just so much more sinister than the Battousai you see in the series. Because the hitokiri is severely tempered and controled by the Rurouni you don't see Battousai to his full potential, but Kyo is completly uncontrolled by Kyoshiro. I didn't find it recycled or anything at all, though. The differences were refreshing and I always likede Rurouni kenshin, so revisiting the plotline was fun ^.^

Overall, it was all awesome.

Quizes again...

2005-07-04T00:18:21Z

These are so hilarious! ^.^

And then I tried this (same quiz) just for the hell of it...

XD *is dead*

Hmm...but I thought Dante had a strange, incomprehensible obsession with Ed, not Al...oh well ^.^

Al is a very seductive person. Oh yes. LMAO

... *can't breathe from lack of air*

Quiz

2005-07-03T23:51:26Z

I made a Quiz! Yay me!

See? IT KNOWS! Go BarryAi!

...I guess they have kind of Love/Hate relationship tho...That's what I get for using the same character lists repeatedly ^.^

And apparently Riza is obsessed with automail. *shrugs* XD

~ Desk Drawer of Broken Dreams ~

2005-07-03T23:38:47Z

I was listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams and this idea hit me ^.^

Angst and post series warnings. No pairings, surprisingly. Kind of a silly idea for a one-shot that warped into loads and loads of angsting ^.^

I think it's because I wrote that fluffy RoyAi, so now I need angst to balance it out. Eh heh...

It was late when Roy Mustang finally retired to his office. The sky outside was dark and turbulent, the air rent by streaks of lightning and vengeful thunderheads.

It fit his mood perfectly.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, he made his way to his desk, guided by the light of the storm. It was ethereally quiet, the noise of the outside world completely cut off.

He was alone. Accompanied only by the omni-present solitude that he would never be free of.

The paper clenched in his pale fist attested to that.

Drowning in the foreboding silence, Mustang merely sat in the chair, not bothering to look at the letter. He didn’t need to.
He had written every word.

He had sat in the dark and despair and memorised every letter, down to the last word, to make sure it was perfect.

Too bad it would never be handed in.

He took off his eye patch and rubbed absent-mindedly at his blind, left eye, which had been aching incessantly today. Or maybe it was just the headache threatening to overwhelm him. It could be either. Or both.

His hand hesitantly reached for the handle of the bottom drawer in his desk. This one was different from the others, the keyhole gleaming dully in the lightning. It was covered in a thin layer of dust, unused, neglected.

Ignored.

His other hand reached for the watch in his pocket, opened it and extracted the small, silver key from inside. The key fit inside the lock and he turned.

The drawer slid open.

He had never wanted to open this compartment of misery again.

On the top was a crumpled picture, black and white and faded with age. It was creased all over, like it had been folded in every way to fit into various pockets and places.

It depicted a small boy, with charcoal hair and eyes, standing beside two adults. Though the woman’s hair was red and the man’s eyes were brown, they were unmistakably his parents.

The child in front of them was happy.

Unknowledgeable of the fact that not long after this picture was taken he would no longer have a home and family to return to.

War was like that.

Roy carefully picked up the photo and discarded it on top of his desk, moving on to the next memory in the pile.

It wasn’t a big pile. But a picture says a thousand words and a word begets a thousand regrets.

The next article was another photo. This one, however, was newer, it’s image clear and glossy, the picture bright with color and detail.

It showed two young soldiers. One was laughing hysterically, completely ruining the would-be serious picture, while the other tried to look angry through his unrelenting grin.

They were both happy.

Neither of them are today.

If Hughes could only see him now…Roy gave a wry chuckle, his smile masochistic and pained.

If Maes could see him now, he would drag him out to get so drunk they couldn’t stand and then they’d catch hell for it in the office the next day.

But Maes Hughes wasn’t there.

Life was like that.

The picture of a younger Maes Hughes and Roy Mustang was discarded as well.

His hands shook as he reached for next item…a pair of gloves.

His first pair of ignition gloves. The ones that he washed over and over, hysterically, frantically, trying to get the crimson stains off.

It was hard to get blood off, or on, gloves designed to decimate and annihilate from a distance.

Their once pristine white exterior had been ruined forever. Much like the last shred of innocence in his soul. After all, these gloves had seen Ishbal.

Hell was like that.

The gloves were tossed haphazardly onto the desk and he continued on.

Another picture. All the torment he could bring upon himself, unleashed by these simple photographs from what seemed to be a lifetime ago.

From the confines of the picture, Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, looked back at him. His face was set into an annoyed frown, his eyes brimming with the determination and defiance even captured in the indifference of his photographic self.

Right underneath his brother’s glaring expression, was one film-captured Alphonse Elric. A hollow suit of armor.

He had wanted to help those two boys, no more than children. He had wanted to help so many people.

Funny, how all those around him seemed to suffer for it.

Roy Mustang carefully gathered all of the objects scattered across his desk into a pile again.

At the bottom went his letter. His resignation letter.

Which would never see the eyes of any but himself.

War, life, hell…and suffering.

But with a military controlled by people too aggressive to be controlled by a weak-willed parliament, he would remain here, helping whom he could, living for those who had given their lives for his.

It was the least he could do.

He couldn’t spend every night in here with all the shattered pieces of his broken dreams.

It was his Desk Drawer of Broken Dreams.

How pathetic was that?

~ Useless ~

2005-07-03T23:06:20Z

Wow, this is actually the first time I've written EdWin. That's kind of sad ^.^;;

Oh well, no spoilers, it's all good!

*hands out matches and guns for RoyxRiza fans* RoyAi is cool!

It was raining. It had been raining for the past week.

And it hadn’t goddamn stopped.

His hands twitched sporadically as he raised his umbrella to fend off the relentless tirade of water.

Really, you’d think that eventually the moisture in the air would just…run out, or something. But it just. Wouldn’t. Stop.

Incessant, unstoppable, invincible.

It made his weakness too clear, his vulnerability too open…

“Sir.”

…his uselessness too real.

“First Lieutenant, I think I am perfectly capable of walking home unassisted,” he snapped, not even looking at her, refusing to acknowledge her presence at his side.

“It’s raining, sir.”

He could have sworn he heard a smirk behind her words, but when he did turn to face her, her features were indifferent and unreadable as always.

“Yes, First Lieutenant, I am aware of that.”

He then proceeded to lengthen his stride angrily.

She kept pace with him.

“Do you mind, First Lieute-” as he whirled on her again, his brain ground to a halt. Something about the way she was looking at him, eyes dark and…predatory…?

“-nant…?”

“Roy.” She took a step towards him.

Suddenly his mouth felt dry.

“Lieutenant Hawke-”

She placed one slender finger on his lips, effectively cutting off all attempts at communication.

“Sometimes, Roy...” the way she said his name was soft, unhurried, perfect.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her lips…too near, but far too far away…

“…sometimes, it’s okay to show weakness in front of those you trust.”

His soft gasp was unheard over the erratic beating of his heart and suddenly her lips were on his, electric and magnificent, and he dropped the umbrella to rest his hands at her waist.

They remained like that, the rain drenching them as it continued to pour. When Hawkeye finally pulled back, they remained embraced and she rested her head contentedly on his shoulder.

Her voice, when she spoke, was low and genuine and…affectionate…?

“…I could never think of you as useless, Roy.”

His only response was to hold her closer, never wanting to let go.

~ Your Hands ~

2005-07-03T22:35:07Z

Alright! This drabble has some spoilers for the manga, chapter 47, but other than that it's fine.

Some of the first non-crackish het I've written in a while ^.^ Definitely EdWin.

There was something cold and metallic in her grasp.

“Winry, let go of the gun!” Strong, flesh and automail hands clutched hers.

…her hands shook with violent desperation.

“I…”

She was oblivious to the world around her, lost in the torment that ripped at her heart, her own private hell.

“…couldn’t…”

Tears slid down her face, unchecked, sobs wracking her frame.

“…I couldn’t shoot…”

Her control was shattered, the broken fragments littering the ground, strewn across the misery emanating from her soul.

“Even though he’s my enemy…”

Ed’s hands were still over hers, not quite touching, hesitantly hovering in indecision.

Then he was grasping her wrist, his hands warm and cold, weary and harsh, but comforting and gentle.

“Please don’t shoot,” his voice was strong and unwavering, anchoring her against the flood of desolate, all-consuming sorrow. “I’m begging you.”

Her hand came up to clutch her head, clinging to the last shreds of humanity that remained.

“But…”

How can the ache in my heart be so great?

“…he killed mom and dad…”

How can I survive when each moment only brings more pain?

“…why…?”

Why does it have to be this way?

“…You and Al, too…”

When did you desert me, leave me to my own suffering and demise?

“…might be killed…”

How can I live, without you by my side?

“…why?!!”

Why must I endure alone?

“Winry…” His voice derailed her incessant circle of pain and heart-break.

“Didn’t you deliver a baby and save a mother and child in Rush Valley?” His flesh hand delicately brushed against hers, coaxing her muscles into compliance and her trembling eased somewhat.

“Didn’t you give me an arm and leg to stand up with?” He carefully soothed her finger off the trigger with his right arm – her arm.

“Your hands are not those that kill people. They’re hands that let people live.”

The gun fell from her listless hold and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

“I’m begging you…!!”

And when she screamed as the tears cascaded down her face in an endless flood, he held her and let her sob into his chest.

Eventually, after she had cried out all the sorrow in her and then some, he draped his coat over her shoulders and left.

Ed…

The soldiers around her whispered and muttered, saying things like, “human weapon,” not understanding. They could never understand.

Ed…your hands…

“Why…”

Your hands aren’t those that kill, either.

“Why is waiting all I can do…?”

They’re hands that change lives. Hands that give help and comfort.

She tilted her head back, feeling the sun warm her tear-stained cheeks. And she smiled.

They’re hands that save people.

I'm Broke

2005-07-03T17:41:49Z

Well, since buying all that manga yesterday I am pretty broke. But this is all for my new Russel icon! Yay! I also made one saying "I love books", hee hee ^.^ I love Russel and Flecther. They're so cute *hugs*

My Internet was down yesterday afternoon. I kicked something unde rour desk and suddenly it just stopped working O.o Eventually, I just started messing around with the wires and fixed by sheer, dumb luck, lol.

More drabbles today...I want to write some more HavocLust too. They're just so addicting!

Manga, oh sweet glorious Manga!

2005-07-02T21:29:28Z

Heehee, went to Great White today, my local manga store. Actually, it's not so much a manga store as it is a random-things-that-people-might-have-fetishes-with store. They have manga, lego, war hammer, all kinds of great stuff!

...best part is, they said you have to be fifteen to work there. I turn fifteen in august!

Okay, so I bought:
~ Rurouni Kenshin ~ Volume 12
~ Fullmetal Alchemist ~ Volume 1
~ Samurai Deeper Kyo ~ Volume 1
and
~ Chrono Crusade ~ Volume 1

I'm already a huge RurouKen and Hagaren fan (I've just read the fan scanlations for hagaren, lol) but I've only vaguely heard of the other two. They looked really cool though ^.^ Samurai Deeper Kyo looks a lot like RurouKen and Chrono Crusade reminded me of Trigun (because of the nun, and Wolfwood was a priest...but they both seem to have a fixation with carrying guns around...)

I was sad, though, cuz the next Trigun volume wasn't there *sniff*

Oh well, next time then! ^.^

Whihc FMA Guy is Your Ideal Match?
Name:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Pass-Time:
Attractive Trait in Partner:
Your guy is...	Barry the Chopper
You are:	seducing him
On dates you:	go for romantic walks
Who gets jealous:	Pinako Rockbell

This fun quiz by Maple Syrup Alchemist - Taken 2 Times. </a>

Whihc FMA Guy is Your Ideal Match?
Name:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Pass-Time:
Attractive Trait in Partner:
Your guy is...	Alphonse Elric
You are:	being seduced
On dates you:	go for romantic walks
Who gets jealous:	Dante

This quiz by Maple Syrup Alchemist - Taken 2 Times. </a>

Which FMA Character Are You?
Name:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Animal:
Personality Trait:
You are...	Riza Hawkeye
Fixation/Obssession:	Automail
Love Interest:	Barry the Chopper
Enemy/Nemesis:	Barry the Chopper

This QuickKwiz by Maple Syrup Alchemist - Taken 2 Times. </a>