two new FMA ficlets
Feb. 4th, 2006 04:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
envious_musesHeh, the muses were active tonight. Anyway, two very short ficlets, one very morbid, the other not. One entirely narrative, the other entirely dialogue. A study in contrasts.
Title: Blue Skies
Rating: G
Word count: 260
Summary: Hughes and Roy talk. Pre-series.
“So when are you going to settle down and get yourself a wife, Roy?”
“Probably about the same time you learn to take a hint.”
“Ouch, just ouch. You know, I think you’d find a wife faster if you worked on that attitude a bit.”
“Hughes, I’ve never used alchemy on an unarmed man before, but dammit, I swear-“
“Wow, didn’t know people could turn that shade of purple. It’s impressive.”
“Hughes, so help me-“
“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Flame Alchemist, I get it. You’re scary. I’m terrified, oh save me.”
“Most people would be on their knees begging by now.”
“Really, Roy, wasn’t aware you swung that way.”
“Hughes…!”
“Yes, Roy?”
“Dammit, Hughes, could you BE anymore annoying?”
“Hmm. I could try. You know, since Gracia’s been pregnant, she’s simply even more radiant than before. I think I have a picture. My, what an interesting twitch you’ve developed.”
“That wasn’t an invitation.”
“You should really enjoy the joys of future fatherhood, Roy. You know, the public likes the Fuhrer to have a child or two, with a pretty wife on his arm at state functions.”
“That’s treason, Hughes.”
“Planning on reporting me?”
“Mm, I suppose not. You have your uses yet. You’d make a pretty good secretary.”
“Haha, Mr. State Alchemist. Thanks, but no. I think I can serve you a little better by staying where I am and working under you.”
“Why, Hughes, wasn’t aware you swung that way.”
“Didn’t know you cared, Roy. Of course, I’d have to okay it with Gracia, but-“
“Hughes?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Title: Total Slaughter (or Envy the Stampede)
Rating: R
Word count: 363
Summary: Lust considers Envy's behavior. The song "Total Slaughter" is from Trigun.
It was excessive, really. They’d had orders to ‘clear the streets’ yes, but those orders hadn’t involved killing every man, woman, and child in sight. Especially not when she had to follow along behind Envy as he…
Was he skipping now?
She supposed they couldn’t very well have Gluttony wandering off on his own, though, so here she was. It just wouldn’t do, after all, for there to be any signs left that this massacre had ended with soldiers bearing wounds very similar to those of the dead civilians. Once again, she was stuck cleaning up after Envy’s indiscretion.
Where had he found a sword?
Honestly, for being the oldest of them, he had the attention span of a toddler. And while she had few enough morals herself, Envy made her look like a saint. She resisted the urge to massage her forehead, looking away as a child stumbled and fell. She and Gluttony caught up to Envy as he paused to carve something illegible into the back of a victim. She needed to have a long talk with him about ‘appropriate’ behavior. He just-
She couldn’t stop herself from blinking in astonishment.
Was he… was he singing now?
Against her better judgment, she stepped closer as he rose and began looking through windows and doorways for anyone he might have missed. His singing was unmistakable.
Total slaughter, total slaughter.
I won’t leave a single one alive.
La de da de dai, genocide.
La de da de duh, an ocean of blood.
Let’s begin the killing time.
…For the first time in her life, Lust found herself speechless. Envy skipped off, disappearing around a corner to a chorus of screams. Gluttony was pulling at her arm, needing her attention. Envy wasn’t her problem; why should she care if he carried himself with the bearing his position deserved or not?
Directing Gluttony to eat any further bodies they found with ‘Envy wuz here’ carved into them, she contemplated the damage control she would have to do here. It would be extensive thanks to the little sociopath. She grinned as the old saying ran through her head with a new twist: like Mother, like son.
Title: Blue Skies
Rating: G
Word count: 260
Summary: Hughes and Roy talk. Pre-series.
“So when are you going to settle down and get yourself a wife, Roy?”
“Probably about the same time you learn to take a hint.”
“Ouch, just ouch. You know, I think you’d find a wife faster if you worked on that attitude a bit.”
“Hughes, I’ve never used alchemy on an unarmed man before, but dammit, I swear-“
“Wow, didn’t know people could turn that shade of purple. It’s impressive.”
“Hughes, so help me-“
“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Flame Alchemist, I get it. You’re scary. I’m terrified, oh save me.”
“Most people would be on their knees begging by now.”
“Really, Roy, wasn’t aware you swung that way.”
“Hughes…!”
“Yes, Roy?”
“Dammit, Hughes, could you BE anymore annoying?”
“Hmm. I could try. You know, since Gracia’s been pregnant, she’s simply even more radiant than before. I think I have a picture. My, what an interesting twitch you’ve developed.”
“That wasn’t an invitation.”
“You should really enjoy the joys of future fatherhood, Roy. You know, the public likes the Fuhrer to have a child or two, with a pretty wife on his arm at state functions.”
“That’s treason, Hughes.”
“Planning on reporting me?”
“Mm, I suppose not. You have your uses yet. You’d make a pretty good secretary.”
“Haha, Mr. State Alchemist. Thanks, but no. I think I can serve you a little better by staying where I am and working under you.”
“Why, Hughes, wasn’t aware you swung that way.”
“Didn’t know you cared, Roy. Of course, I’d have to okay it with Gracia, but-“
“Hughes?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Title: Total Slaughter (or Envy the Stampede)
Rating: R
Word count: 363
Summary: Lust considers Envy's behavior. The song "Total Slaughter" is from Trigun.
It was excessive, really. They’d had orders to ‘clear the streets’ yes, but those orders hadn’t involved killing every man, woman, and child in sight. Especially not when she had to follow along behind Envy as he…
Was he skipping now?
She supposed they couldn’t very well have Gluttony wandering off on his own, though, so here she was. It just wouldn’t do, after all, for there to be any signs left that this massacre had ended with soldiers bearing wounds very similar to those of the dead civilians. Once again, she was stuck cleaning up after Envy’s indiscretion.
Where had he found a sword?
Honestly, for being the oldest of them, he had the attention span of a toddler. And while she had few enough morals herself, Envy made her look like a saint. She resisted the urge to massage her forehead, looking away as a child stumbled and fell. She and Gluttony caught up to Envy as he paused to carve something illegible into the back of a victim. She needed to have a long talk with him about ‘appropriate’ behavior. He just-
She couldn’t stop herself from blinking in astonishment.
Was he… was he singing now?
Against her better judgment, she stepped closer as he rose and began looking through windows and doorways for anyone he might have missed. His singing was unmistakable.
I won’t leave a single one alive.
La de da de dai, genocide.
La de da de duh, an ocean of blood.
Let’s begin the killing time.
…For the first time in her life, Lust found herself speechless. Envy skipped off, disappearing around a corner to a chorus of screams. Gluttony was pulling at her arm, needing her attention. Envy wasn’t her problem; why should she care if he carried himself with the bearing his position deserved or not?
Directing Gluttony to eat any further bodies they found with ‘Envy wuz here’ carved into them, she contemplated the damage control she would have to do here. It would be extensive thanks to the little sociopath. She grinned as the old saying ran through her head with a new twist: like Mother, like son.