Memento
By Crusader Ari
Rated: T
Ari- Well I guess this will be my first real Hagane no Renkinjutsushi fanfiction...since my last one, Alchemists Instant Messenger, got deleted. Dang guidelines. Brief summary of this, a short drabble on the remains of Greeds skull. Implied GreedXKimblee. Enjoy.
Disclaimer- Ari doesn't own Hagane no Renkinjutsushi/Fullmetal Alchemist, Hiromu Arakawa does. If Ari did own FMA we would have Fuhrer Frank Archer.
Lieutenant Colonel Frank Archer stood, studying the dirty, ivory colored shards of bone on the contrasting dark cherry wood of his desk. He picked up a slightly larger piece of the remains and ran a pale finger over the sharp, uneven edges.
"Useless."
Throwing the cragged piece back onto a pile of papers he sat down and closed his eyes. It had crumbled in the car, only a few hours after he had received it. A sign probably, that something had happened to the skulls owner, Greed. Most likely death. That is if a homunculus could die. They were basically dead in the first place anyhow. Not that it mattered much. Not that he cared.
He looked back at the pile of crumbled cranium and let out a stressed sigh. What once could kill a almost immortal being was now nothing but scraps littering his desk. How lovely. Archer grabbed the small black waste bin from under his desk and stood up, swiping the remains into it. Humorous how a seemingly deadly weapon was now no better than the scraps of paper it was mixing with in the bin.
The sound of a door creaking open was soon followed by a footstep and a bored sigh. Archer turned to meet pale, gold eyes and frowned.
"What're you doing?"
"Ridding myself of a mess. Now, why are you here?"
The reply was a slight grunt and Kimblee strolled into the room, closing the door behind him. He shuffled closer and inspected some of the powdery white material left on Archer's desk.
"Greed? Or are you really a sociopath due to drugs."(1)
He smirked as Archer glared at him. After all the crap he had been through Archer's cold eyes, which usually would make a officer tremor, had the effect of a kitten walking pass him. That just made him grin wider.
"Your smart ass comments arent appreciated, needed or wanted Kimblee."
The alchemist merely shrugged and picked up the shard of the skull that Archer had thrown onto the papers. He brought the shard up to get a closer view and twirled it around, grinning.
"Mind if I keep it?"
"I dont believe you have the proper components to blow it up. Or kill someone with it for that matter. So why do you want it? Plan on choking some dog?" Archer sneered, putting the waste basket down.
"Nah, not today. My mother told me to keep mementos of things that brought back good memories when I was young. And when she was alive." This brought a smirk to the man's face and a frown to his superior's. "But the point is this brings back some exceptionally good memories. Feelings." Kimblee grinned wide and turned to his superior with a peculiar glint in his devilish eyes.
Archer grimaced.
1-I've heard from quite a bit of people that Archer is probably a sociopath. So I whipped out one of my psychology books and read about Antisocial Personality Disorder. Archer could fit this group and one of the symptoms or reasons for it I believe had to do with drugs. Thus what Kimblee joked of.
It didn't turn out very well. At all. Due to the fact that I can not write but hey, first drabble. I need the critiquing. Flames arent much wanted but flame if you wish. Critiques are much appreciated, Id like to learn what I need to improve on. All reviews loved.
Ari C.