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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, any continuity
Characters/Pairings: Izumi Curtis
Summary: Izumi deals with an uncomfortable question
Unfortunately, concealing her failed attempt at human transmutation meant that Izumi still had to deal with painful questions. No one who had been in town long enough to remember her stillborn baby would ask, of course, but every once in a while a newcomer would raise the uncomfortable subject. And that's exactly the situation she found herself in now.
She was at the home of a new customer, delivering a slab of beef. The young couple had asked her to stay for tea and she had willingly accepted, doting on their adorable daughter.
“You're so good with children, Mrs. Curtis. It's a wonder you don't have any of your own.”
It would have been a rude thing to say under normal circumstances; it was really none of their business. But they were promising to be valuable customers and besides, they meant no harm. It stung a little, but her face betrayed nothing. Izumi took a long sip of her tea to stall for time. By the time she set the cup back in its saucer she had formulated a response. She forced a small smile.
“Sig and I haven’t been blessed that way.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.” The wife awkwardly sipped at her tea.
Good. Let them feel embarrassed. Let them simply think that she’s infertile. That way they won’t ask again. Izumi quickly changed the topic to a more cheerful one and continued the conversation for a few more minutes before taking her leave.
“Thank you for the tea. It was lovely talking with you, but I’m sure Sig needs me back at the shop.”
She felt a little tug at her coat.
“Ah. Mrs. Izumi? You’ll come play with me again, right?”
She knelt down and fondly ruffled the little girl’s hair, smiling warmly.
“Of course. Next time you can show me more of your drawings, okay?”
“’Kay!”
The little girl happily toddled off to go work on her “art” and Izumi once again made her excuses and left for home.
She wouldn’t tell Sig about this little incident. He worried too much about her as it was, as if every mention of a child would send her into a depression. It was her fault he did, of course. If she had just let him in when it had first happened- if she had just told him what was going on…
She paused, looking out across the lake toward Yock Island, watching as the sun sank beneath the water. Maybe she would tell Sig after all. She owed him that much. She wouldn’t shut him out again.
Title: After the Battle
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, first anime, post movie
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye. I love this pairing way too much.
Summary: Long suppressed emotions emerge in the aftermath of battle
Roy Mustang walked wearily back to Central Headquarters. It was over. He had destroyed the gate, sealing both the enemy and the Elric brothers inside. A brief pang of grief rushed over him. He shook it off. He had no right to grieve; not for himself. After all, what was Fullmetal to him? An underling? A helper? A friend? There were others who would feel the loss of those boys much more keenly, the Rockbell girl, for instance. Still, he had to admit, things would be a lot less interesting without the shrimp and his brother around.
Roy stopped for an instant, looking over the debris of the battlefield at a lone blue-clad figure. There was no need to wonder who it was. He had seen her face as he took off in the balloon and knew very well that she was not happy with him. After a moment of hesitation, he approached the building and the soldier awaiting him.
“Glad to have you back, sir.” First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye looked at him with a mixture of relief and anger. Roy sighed and glanced away from her.
“I’m just a corporal now, Hawkeye. There’s no need for the ‘sir.’
“Sir,” a look of concern crossed her face, “…the Elrics?”
Roy shook his head. “Gone. They left for the other side of the gate, wherever that is.”
“Do you think they’ll be all right?”
“I’m sure of it.” An expectant silence filled the air and a few tense seconds passed by before Riza spoke.
“You shouldn’t have gone up alone.”
Roy frowned and ran his fingers over his eye patch. “That’s not your concern, Lieutenant.”
“With all due respect, sir, I think it is.”
Roy was tired and, now that the adrenaline of battle was wearing off, he was beginning to feel his wounds. He clutched his arm as a sharp current of pain ran through it.
“I fail to see why,” he snapped. “I am no longer your superior officer. What I choose to do in battle should no longer concern you. However, if you must have an explanation, you were needed on the ground and I was fine by myself. Taking you with me would have served no purpose and exposed you to unnecessary danger.”
“Why do you insist on being such a Goddamn idiot?”
Roy opened his mouth to spout a retort, but he was cut short by Riza’s embrace and the feeling of her lips against his. He pulled away and looked at her intently.
“Riza--”
“I promised that I’d watch your back. And I will. Always.” Riza regained her composure and took a step back. “You need to get to the infirmary and have those wounds seen to.” She turned and began to walk forward, pausing briefly to peer over her shoulder. “Sir?”
Roy managed a weak smile as he nodded.
“I’m coming.”
paradisa appFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, any continuity
Characters/Pairings: Izumi Curtis
Summary: Izumi deals with an uncomfortable question
Unfortunately, concealing her failed attempt at human transmutation meant that Izumi still had to deal with painful questions. No one who had been in town long enough to remember her stillborn baby would ask, of course, but every once in a while a newcomer would raise the uncomfortable subject. And that's exactly the situation she found herself in now.
She was at the home of a new customer, delivering a slab of beef. The young couple had asked her to stay for tea and she had willingly accepted, doting on their adorable daughter.
“You're so good with children, Mrs. Curtis. It's a wonder you don't have any of your own.”
It would have been a rude thing to say under normal circumstances; it was really none of their business. But they were promising to be valuable customers and besides, they meant no harm. It stung a little, but her face betrayed nothing. Izumi took a long sip of her tea to stall for time. By the time she set the cup back in its saucer she had formulated a response. She forced a small smile.
“Sig and I haven’t been blessed that way.”
“Oh…I’m sorry.” The wife awkwardly sipped at her tea.
Good. Let them feel embarrassed. Let them simply think that she’s infertile. That way they won’t ask again. Izumi quickly changed the topic to a more cheerful one and continued the conversation for a few more minutes before taking her leave.
“Thank you for the tea. It was lovely talking with you, but I’m sure Sig needs me back at the shop.”
She felt a little tug at her coat.
“Ah. Mrs. Izumi? You’ll come play with me again, right?”
She knelt down and fondly ruffled the little girl’s hair, smiling warmly.
“Of course. Next time you can show me more of your drawings, okay?”
“’Kay!”
The little girl happily toddled off to go work on her “art” and Izumi once again made her excuses and left for home.
She wouldn’t tell Sig about this little incident. He worried too much about her as it was, as if every mention of a child would send her into a depression. It was her fault he did, of course. If she had just let him in when it had first happened- if she had just told him what was going on…
She paused, looking out across the lake toward Yock Island, watching as the sun sank beneath the water. Maybe she would tell Sig after all. She owed him that much. She wouldn’t shut him out again.
Title: After the Battle
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, first anime, post movie
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye. I love this pairing way too much.
Summary: Long suppressed emotions emerge in the aftermath of battle
Roy Mustang walked wearily back to Central Headquarters. It was over. He had destroyed the gate, sealing both the enemy and the Elric brothers inside. A brief pang of grief rushed over him. He shook it off. He had no right to grieve; not for himself. After all, what was Fullmetal to him? An underling? A helper? A friend? There were others who would feel the loss of those boys much more keenly, the Rockbell girl, for instance. Still, he had to admit, things would be a lot less interesting without the shrimp and his brother around.
Roy stopped for an instant, looking over the debris of the battlefield at a lone blue-clad figure. There was no need to wonder who it was. He had seen her face as he took off in the balloon and knew very well that she was not happy with him. After a moment of hesitation, he approached the building and the soldier awaiting him.
“Glad to have you back, sir.” First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye looked at him with a mixture of relief and anger. Roy sighed and glanced away from her.
“I’m just a corporal now, Hawkeye. There’s no need for the ‘sir.’
“Sir,” a look of concern crossed her face, “…the Elrics?”
Roy shook his head. “Gone. They left for the other side of the gate, wherever that is.”
“Do you think they’ll be all right?”
“I’m sure of it.” An expectant silence filled the air and a few tense seconds passed by before Riza spoke.
“You shouldn’t have gone up alone.”
Roy frowned and ran his fingers over his eye patch. “That’s not your concern, Lieutenant.”
“With all due respect, sir, I think it is.”
Roy was tired and, now that the adrenaline of battle was wearing off, he was beginning to feel his wounds. He clutched his arm as a sharp current of pain ran through it.
“I fail to see why,” he snapped. “I am no longer your superior officer. What I choose to do in battle should no longer concern you. However, if you must have an explanation, you were needed on the ground and I was fine by myself. Taking you with me would have served no purpose and exposed you to unnecessary danger.”
“Why do you insist on being such a Goddamn idiot?”
Roy opened his mouth to spout a retort, but he was cut short by Riza’s embrace and the feeling of her lips against his. He pulled away and looked at her intently.
“Riza--”
“I promised that I’d watch your back. And I will. Always.” Riza regained her composure and took a step back. “You need to get to the infirmary and have those wounds seen to.” She turned and began to walk forward, pausing briefly to peer over her shoulder. “Sir?”
Roy managed a weak smile as he nodded.
“I’m coming.”