Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Goodbye ❯ Silent Goodbye ( One-Shot )
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By: Kirby_Hiwatari 
Erk... the one from before should have covered it...
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.23.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 624 | Status: Completed
Erk... the one from before should have covered it...
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.23.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 624 | Status: Completed
Title: Silent Goodbye
Author: Kirby Hiwatari
Inspiration:
"Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45."
~Shinedown, "45"
~*~*~*~
I continued to stare at the wall. There was no need to even bother anymore. There was no point. I was completely useless. I failed, I lost, and now I was done with it.
All this was for one thoughtless act, just so I could try to prove myself because I was reckless.
'What a shame.' I thought, 'Everyone believes I still have potential.'
I knew they were wrong, that is why I was in the situation I was in. Now was really time to prove myself.
'You almost done in there, other people are waiting you know!" An angry voice called.
'Bastard. Fucking Bastard.' I thought with contempt.
What right did he have to rush me? Even if I was taking an extremely long time in a high traffic area, fuck him.
/At this rate, you probably would./ A voice spoke.
I quickly realized I was criticizing myself again. Goddamn. You just gotta love the crazies.
I looked at the gun in my hand. To think, in such a high-pressure job your main weapon is also your main threat. It's like they are begging you to do it.
/ So then satisfy them. Do it, who the fuck cares. You know it won't be anything big. Others have done it. /
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I know what I'm doing! I will take care of it and you can just kiss my ass!
/ Temper, temper, what did I do to you? /
Damn him. It's his fault you know. I would have been able to recover if it weren't for him.
/ Bullshit, he's why you recovered. And you still want him. /
I tried to ignore it, but it was the truth, he had made me feel so good. I ached for that feeling once more.
I wanted to feel his hands follow the curves of my body, to feel his warm breath on my neck, to hear his sweet voice whispering my name once more.
Most of all I wanted to feel his soft lips against my own.
That was what I missed most. That is what I longed to feel. That alone made me his forever.
/ To bad he doesn't want you like you want him! /
Go away! Just fucking rot! Leave me to my thoughts!
My thoughts move back, this time more vivid. I can almost feel it once again. My eyes slid closed but my hand keeps a tight hold on the gun. I can't loose that, no matter how good the memories feel. That little bit of metal is my final release.
I can feel the soft sheets under me, your warm body on top of me. My breaths have become deep, but they are still even. You’re just toying with me at this point, but I don't care.
Slowly your hands trace the outline of my chest, down my sides, stopping at my hips. One hand follows my hip in toward my belly button. Gently your fingers trace my abs. Soft sighs and purrs come from me. I don't care anymore. I can't help but love the way it feels.
Soon, you tire of the game and move on to the next round. I feel the waistband of my pants slack and I know you've unbuttoned them, I would do the same to you but my binding prevents it. I feel the material slowly slide down my legs. It's more then I can bear. I shiver in anticipation.
You discard my pants somewhere across the room, just like my shirt had been earlier. You lean over me, looking directly into my eyes, your lips gently brush against my own for just a moment. But a moment is never enough.
I doubt eternity would be enough to sate me. I don't think I will ever get use to never feeling your lips again.
I watch as you discard your own pants and at that, we are both naked. I can't help but drink in every aspect of your perfect form, such a delicate frame for such a strong man.
But then, this whole time your body had contradicted itself. I think that is why I'm so drawn in. It was a mystery all my own that I cared not of solving but loved to think of. Yet another feature I can never live without. Why did you have to torment me so? Why show me all the things I could never have?
Soon your inside me and I could almost cry. I felt so complete. I had never felt such joy, ever before. You slowly rock back and forth. But the pace proves to be to slow for both of us and finally you add the speed and pressure that brings pure bliss.
But, as they say, all good things 'cum' to an end, the climax comes and goes. And just days later you leave along with the pure bliss I had felt. You try to explain, but nothing will ever be good enough for me. I know deep down, there is someone else your going to see.
But the words you spoke before leaving have hunted me since.
~"We can still be friends."~
Sure friends, like that is possible. I couldn't possibly ever be just friends. I can't even stand the thought of looking at you and knowing that it would never again be mine to hold.
But don't worry-- I blame me. Not you. You deserved better.
I was always coming to you with my problems. You'd seen me cry more then anyone else on this Earth.
And that wasn't fair to you, for I was never there when you cried. I was never there to help you the way you would rescue me. For that I will hold an eternal shame. I will never forgive myself.
But now is not the time for me to worry of my eternal existence. It's your poor soul I've marred.
And I can only hope that the one you have found can give you happiness as you gave it to me only I hope yours lasts forever. I bid you only unending happiness for you deserve it, now and Forever.
Hopefully my end doesn't shatter your peace, but I can't allow my existence to continue any farther.
Please weep not for me-- that would make my sacrifice worthless. Instead take the moment to laugh, enjoy the now tranquil existence you can have without my harsh ways invading the kind world that lies with man.
I raise the gun into my mouth. This shall be the end of my tale. Hopefully the few souls that sadly came in contact with my evil can continue on with a normal life now.
I stare down the gun; slowly tracing it's features with my eyes, finally falling on the trigger. I take one finally deep breath and apologize to everyone.
I squeeze the trigger and .........
~*~*~*~*~
And that's the way the story ends. There is no specific character references thought it is based on the military personnel (based on the line: "... your main weapon is also your main threat.")
As I was writing I felt it to be Kain whom I was thinking of most to fill the main characters shoes with Roy, of course, as the secondary. [Roy’s a player!]
There were also moments I though of Roy as the primary and Maes as the second.
So really I shall leave it up to your interpretation ^-^
Just a little extra thought to go with an already psycho story.
I hope you at least partially enjoyed it.
Author: Kirby Hiwatari
Inspiration:
"Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45."
~Shinedown, "45"
~*~*~*~
I continued to stare at the wall. There was no need to even bother anymore. There was no point. I was completely useless. I failed, I lost, and now I was done with it.
All this was for one thoughtless act, just so I could try to prove myself because I was reckless.
'What a shame.' I thought, 'Everyone believes I still have potential.'
I knew they were wrong, that is why I was in the situation I was in. Now was really time to prove myself.
'You almost done in there, other people are waiting you know!" An angry voice called.
'Bastard. Fucking Bastard.' I thought with contempt.
What right did he have to rush me? Even if I was taking an extremely long time in a high traffic area, fuck him.
/At this rate, you probably would./ A voice spoke.
I quickly realized I was criticizing myself again. Goddamn. You just gotta love the crazies.
I looked at the gun in my hand. To think, in such a high-pressure job your main weapon is also your main threat. It's like they are begging you to do it.
/ So then satisfy them. Do it, who the fuck cares. You know it won't be anything big. Others have done it. /
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I know what I'm doing! I will take care of it and you can just kiss my ass!
/ Temper, temper, what did I do to you? /
Damn him. It's his fault you know. I would have been able to recover if it weren't for him.
/ Bullshit, he's why you recovered. And you still want him. /
I tried to ignore it, but it was the truth, he had made me feel so good. I ached for that feeling once more.
I wanted to feel his hands follow the curves of my body, to feel his warm breath on my neck, to hear his sweet voice whispering my name once more.
Most of all I wanted to feel his soft lips against my own.
That was what I missed most. That is what I longed to feel. That alone made me his forever.
/ To bad he doesn't want you like you want him! /
Go away! Just fucking rot! Leave me to my thoughts!
My thoughts move back, this time more vivid. I can almost feel it once again. My eyes slid closed but my hand keeps a tight hold on the gun. I can't loose that, no matter how good the memories feel. That little bit of metal is my final release.
I can feel the soft sheets under me, your warm body on top of me. My breaths have become deep, but they are still even. You’re just toying with me at this point, but I don't care.
Slowly your hands trace the outline of my chest, down my sides, stopping at my hips. One hand follows my hip in toward my belly button. Gently your fingers trace my abs. Soft sighs and purrs come from me. I don't care anymore. I can't help but love the way it feels.
Soon, you tire of the game and move on to the next round. I feel the waistband of my pants slack and I know you've unbuttoned them, I would do the same to you but my binding prevents it. I feel the material slowly slide down my legs. It's more then I can bear. I shiver in anticipation.
You discard my pants somewhere across the room, just like my shirt had been earlier. You lean over me, looking directly into my eyes, your lips gently brush against my own for just a moment. But a moment is never enough.
I doubt eternity would be enough to sate me. I don't think I will ever get use to never feeling your lips again.
I watch as you discard your own pants and at that, we are both naked. I can't help but drink in every aspect of your perfect form, such a delicate frame for such a strong man.
But then, this whole time your body had contradicted itself. I think that is why I'm so drawn in. It was a mystery all my own that I cared not of solving but loved to think of. Yet another feature I can never live without. Why did you have to torment me so? Why show me all the things I could never have?
Soon your inside me and I could almost cry. I felt so complete. I had never felt such joy, ever before. You slowly rock back and forth. But the pace proves to be to slow for both of us and finally you add the speed and pressure that brings pure bliss.
But, as they say, all good things 'cum' to an end, the climax comes and goes. And just days later you leave along with the pure bliss I had felt. You try to explain, but nothing will ever be good enough for me. I know deep down, there is someone else your going to see.
But the words you spoke before leaving have hunted me since.
~"We can still be friends."~
Sure friends, like that is possible. I couldn't possibly ever be just friends. I can't even stand the thought of looking at you and knowing that it would never again be mine to hold.
But don't worry-- I blame me. Not you. You deserved better.
I was always coming to you with my problems. You'd seen me cry more then anyone else on this Earth.
And that wasn't fair to you, for I was never there when you cried. I was never there to help you the way you would rescue me. For that I will hold an eternal shame. I will never forgive myself.
But now is not the time for me to worry of my eternal existence. It's your poor soul I've marred.
And I can only hope that the one you have found can give you happiness as you gave it to me only I hope yours lasts forever. I bid you only unending happiness for you deserve it, now and Forever.
Hopefully my end doesn't shatter your peace, but I can't allow my existence to continue any farther.
Please weep not for me-- that would make my sacrifice worthless. Instead take the moment to laugh, enjoy the now tranquil existence you can have without my harsh ways invading the kind world that lies with man.
I raise the gun into my mouth. This shall be the end of my tale. Hopefully the few souls that sadly came in contact with my evil can continue on with a normal life now.
I stare down the gun; slowly tracing it's features with my eyes, finally falling on the trigger. I take one finally deep breath and apologize to everyone.
I squeeze the trigger and .........
~*~*~*~*~
And that's the way the story ends. There is no specific character references thought it is based on the military personnel (based on the line: "... your main weapon is also your main threat.")
As I was writing I felt it to be Kain whom I was thinking of most to fill the main characters shoes with Roy, of course, as the secondary. [Roy’s a player!]
There were also moments I though of Roy as the primary and Maes as the second.
So really I shall leave it up to your interpretation ^-^
Just a little extra thought to go with an already psycho story.
I hope you at least partially enjoyed it.