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Zanne Chaos (emilie_burns) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2007-06-16 08:13:00

[roy/riza; pg] Luck
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Luck
Author: emilie_burns
Theme: #29, Still in my lips (30_Smiles)
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200; double drabble.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) is copyrighted by Hiromu Arakawa/Square Enix. This is a work of fanfiction for personal entertainment only.
Notes: Very abbreviated style of narration. I'm just experimenting with drabbles and stylistic changes.
Summary: "Will you follow me?"
Original LJ Post Date: January 21, 2006 @ 30_Smiles

Luck

Darkness. Fire and smoke. Cacophony of gunfire. Ambush.

"Call for backup!"

"We're going to hav--"

"Incoming!"

Homemade explosives. Crude. Effective. Falling rubble and choking dust.

Screams.

"Man down! Medic!"

"Sergeant, cover that side! Don't let them through!"

Chaos. Shouted orders. Stay with the Major. Too much smoke.

"Private Nagel, hold on, we'll get... Private!"

"Corporal!"

"He's gone, Major!"

Silence. Stillness in chaos.

"We can't wait for backup." Grim determination. A plan forming. "We're getting out, Lieutenant."

Cut off. Pinned. Crude bombs. Crude fireballs.

"Sir, I advise we reinforce our position and wait, it's too risky."

"Duly noted. Captain, you're in command. Lieutenant, you're with me."

"Yessir!"

Collapsed walls. Crawling over jagged rocks. "Mind the glass, Lieutenant."

He stopped, shielded from view by a remnant of brick and mortar. "Group leader's in that building. Let's take him down. Cut off the head and the body will follow."

"It's too heavily fortified."

"We're dead either way."

Silence.

"Will you follow me?"

Would she?

"To the end."

Dry lips, heat-chapped, hot against her own.

"Major! What--"

A smirk. Quick and mischievous.

"For luck."

"You're going to need it, sir." A threat or a promise?

The smirk widened. "I don't doubt it, Lieutenant."

- end