Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Pheonix and the Flame ❯ Finding ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
A/N- hey there. I don’t have much to say except that I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist and that I hope you enjoy the story.
_-_-_Chapter 1_-_-_
Hughes blinked and sat up. Wait, wasn’t he dead? He looked around and noticed that he was laying next to a recently dug grave. He saw that there was a woman laying on the other side of the grave, she was bleeding badly from where her right leg should be, if it wasn’t gone, and her right arm wasn’t in any better condition. He moved to get closer to her but he stopped when he heard a quiet voice.
“Hughes?!” He turned to see the one and only Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang standing there with a long coat on. Mustang’s appearance wasn’t a dignified one. His hair was messy, face slightly unshaven, and he looked like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. Hughes smiled at him and soon found himself in a hug. He felt his funeral uniform being soaked with something on his shoulder, but with what? Wait, was that a sob? Roy was crying?
“Roy” He muttered, confused. The sobbing colonel didn’t say anything, but held Hughes tighter in reply.
“Roy, there is a woman over there hurt and I think that she is the reason that I’m here right now.” Roy pulled back and looked over at the bleeding female.
“Why?” Roy asked quietly. Hughes struggled to explain his situation to the flame alchemist.
“Well, it feels like there is a connection between us.” Roy glanced back at Hughes and nodded, understanding that Maes wanted the woman to be taken care of. Roy stood up and walked over to where the woman lay and knelt beside her. She opened her eye for a moment and let out one word
“Flame” And with that her eyes closed and her body went limp. Roy slid his hands under her knees and back. He picked her up bridal style and turned to Hughes.
“Maes, can you walk?” Maes nodded and struggled to his feet. Roy had a look on his face that clearly said that he wanted to help Hughes but Maes simply held up a hand to signal for Roy to stay where he was. Roy obeyed the silent command and stood there while his best friend stood in front of him once again.
:/hour later:/
Roy stared at her. Her black hair that had a red shimmer to was spread around her head like a dark halo. Her pale skin had been revealed when the nurse had cleaned her of blood and soil. Her left arm was laying on top of the starch white sheets and her wounds were bandaged.
The docters were amazed when they saw her for mainly two reasons. She was still alive, even though she had lost a rather large amount of blood, but not only that, her amputated limbs were cut so neatly and had been cauterized so well that all the doctors had to do was bandage them.
Roy had been surprised when she had said ‘flame’ but it was probable just a coincidence... right? There was no way that she could have known who was he was. Hell, from the amount of blood on the ground she shouldn’t have even been able to see strait, but still, she had said ‘flame’.
Regardless, he was sitting beside her hospital bed, watching over her while his best friend, who he had thought to be dead up to a few hours ago was out in the hallway with his wife and kids.
Roy dropped his gaze from her face and hair to her right shoulder. The bandages where clean and white, no blood had seeped through. He drew his gave from her shoulder, back up to her face and was surprised to see fiery red eyes staring back at him. They stared at each other for a moment then Roy Mustang finally spoke,
“Can you talk?”
“Yea, my name is Katrina. Where am I?”
“You are in the hospital wing of the State Alchemist’s main building at central. I am Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang.” Katrina smiled at that and muttered,
“The Flame Alchemist.”
Roy narrowed his eyes and stood up. He asked her,
“Do you know a Maes Hughes?” Katrina smirked and replied,
“In a way.” Seeing that she wasn’t going to give him any more answers he left the room. A few minuets later Maes burst in with one arm around his wife who was carrying a baby in her arms. They both walked up to the bed and Maes removed his arm from his wife. He kneeled by the bed and looked in her eyes as he said softly,
“Thank you so much.” Katrina smiled and tried to sit up, but her left arm wouldn’t support her. Hughes helped her sit up and lean against the pillows. Maes hesitated before speaking again,
“You’re a Phoenix aren’t you?” Katrina smiled and nodded.
“I gave up that position, my arm, and my leg for your life, Alphonso Elric’s body, and Edward Elric’s
leg. But I wouldn’t have done that if it wasn’t for the tears of the innocent. Your daughter is the reason you have your life back. And I figured I might as well bring Al’s body and Ed’s leg back to. I would have brought Ed’s arm back as well, but he gave that up to keep Al’s soul on earth, so I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Maes blinked and then after a moment asked,
“Can I call you Kat?” Katrina sighed and replied boldly
“You can call me whatever you want, I’m in your servitude unless you die or you hand over the rights to my services to someone else.” Suddenly Kat yawned and slid down in bed.
“I’m tired.” and with that she fell into a deep relaxing sleep.
(
Well, what did you think? Tell me! Please. And flame me if you want, they just remind me of Roy.^.^ And any help will be appreciated. Thanks!
_-_-_Chapter 1_-_-_
Hughes blinked and sat up. Wait, wasn’t he dead? He looked around and noticed that he was laying next to a recently dug grave. He saw that there was a woman laying on the other side of the grave, she was bleeding badly from where her right leg should be, if it wasn’t gone, and her right arm wasn’t in any better condition. He moved to get closer to her but he stopped when he heard a quiet voice.
“Hughes?!” He turned to see the one and only Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang standing there with a long coat on. Mustang’s appearance wasn’t a dignified one. His hair was messy, face slightly unshaven, and he looked like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week. Hughes smiled at him and soon found himself in a hug. He felt his funeral uniform being soaked with something on his shoulder, but with what? Wait, was that a sob? Roy was crying?
“Roy” He muttered, confused. The sobbing colonel didn’t say anything, but held Hughes tighter in reply.
“Roy, there is a woman over there hurt and I think that she is the reason that I’m here right now.” Roy pulled back and looked over at the bleeding female.
“Why?” Roy asked quietly. Hughes struggled to explain his situation to the flame alchemist.
“Well, it feels like there is a connection between us.” Roy glanced back at Hughes and nodded, understanding that Maes wanted the woman to be taken care of. Roy stood up and walked over to where the woman lay and knelt beside her. She opened her eye for a moment and let out one word
“Flame” And with that her eyes closed and her body went limp. Roy slid his hands under her knees and back. He picked her up bridal style and turned to Hughes.
“Maes, can you walk?” Maes nodded and struggled to his feet. Roy had a look on his face that clearly said that he wanted to help Hughes but Maes simply held up a hand to signal for Roy to stay where he was. Roy obeyed the silent command and stood there while his best friend stood in front of him once again.
:/hour later:/
Roy stared at her. Her black hair that had a red shimmer to was spread around her head like a dark halo. Her pale skin had been revealed when the nurse had cleaned her of blood and soil. Her left arm was laying on top of the starch white sheets and her wounds were bandaged.
The docters were amazed when they saw her for mainly two reasons. She was still alive, even though she had lost a rather large amount of blood, but not only that, her amputated limbs were cut so neatly and had been cauterized so well that all the doctors had to do was bandage them.
Roy had been surprised when she had said ‘flame’ but it was probable just a coincidence... right? There was no way that she could have known who was he was. Hell, from the amount of blood on the ground she shouldn’t have even been able to see strait, but still, she had said ‘flame’.
Regardless, he was sitting beside her hospital bed, watching over her while his best friend, who he had thought to be dead up to a few hours ago was out in the hallway with his wife and kids.
Roy dropped his gaze from her face and hair to her right shoulder. The bandages where clean and white, no blood had seeped through. He drew his gave from her shoulder, back up to her face and was surprised to see fiery red eyes staring back at him. They stared at each other for a moment then Roy Mustang finally spoke,
“Can you talk?”
“Yea, my name is Katrina. Where am I?”
“You are in the hospital wing of the State Alchemist’s main building at central. I am Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang.” Katrina smiled at that and muttered,
“The Flame Alchemist.”
Roy narrowed his eyes and stood up. He asked her,
“Do you know a Maes Hughes?” Katrina smirked and replied,
“In a way.” Seeing that she wasn’t going to give him any more answers he left the room. A few minuets later Maes burst in with one arm around his wife who was carrying a baby in her arms. They both walked up to the bed and Maes removed his arm from his wife. He kneeled by the bed and looked in her eyes as he said softly,
“Thank you so much.” Katrina smiled and tried to sit up, but her left arm wouldn’t support her. Hughes helped her sit up and lean against the pillows. Maes hesitated before speaking again,
“You’re a Phoenix aren’t you?” Katrina smiled and nodded.
“I gave up that position, my arm, and my leg for your life, Alphonso Elric’s body, and Edward Elric’s
leg. But I wouldn’t have done that if it wasn’t for the tears of the innocent. Your daughter is the reason you have your life back. And I figured I might as well bring Al’s body and Ed’s leg back to. I would have brought Ed’s arm back as well, but he gave that up to keep Al’s soul on earth, so I couldn’t do anything about it.”
Maes blinked and then after a moment asked,
“Can I call you Kat?” Katrina sighed and replied boldly
“You can call me whatever you want, I’m in your servitude unless you die or you hand over the rights to my services to someone else.” Suddenly Kat yawned and slid down in bed.
“I’m tired.” and with that she fell into a deep relaxing sleep.
(
Well, what did you think? Tell me! Please. And flame me if you want, they just remind me of Roy.^.^ And any help will be appreciated. Thanks!