100 Genuine Pairings of Crack

Count: 20/100
Pairing: KimbleexRiza
Disclaimer: No more disclaimers. I don't own anything. There you have it.
Note: Although I haven't read the manga, I know a little bit about it from what I've read on reviews and other fan fiction. This is more based off the manga, but if I screw these characters or names up, screw me.
Rating: M

Update: This drabble was edited and had some parts added because it sucked beyond all measure.

The air was hot, thick and blowing up sand in every direction. The desert storm blinded any person who wasn't accustom to it in their eyes. State Alchemists who'd been on the field for awhile where not as such. Ishballans were still fighting back, after all of the destruction caused, after all of the blood shed. Soon their entire race would be annihilated if they didn't stop.

"Such pathetic people..." came the mocking tone of one of these Amestris soldiers. No one was around to hear him, so he was simply talking to himself out on the front lines, making sure no enemy got passed the borders. If they did manage to avoid his explosive hands, they would be shot down by a sniper. He glanced up at the tower, a dark outline against the sand flying in the air. There had been whispers about new officers, freshly recruited, already being sent into battle. The man talking to himself had already seen one of them; a young woman, hardly an adult. He shook his head, knowing they wouldn't last long.

Over the flurry of the storm and his off-task thought towards a new recruit, he hadn't seen an Ishballan with a large curved blade sneak up from behind him. He didn't have time to think, much less clap his two tattooed hands together before the man raised the blade and was ready to kill him.

Right in the middle of this attempt, the angry dark red eyes rolled back up into his sockets and he fell over on the ground in front of the Crimson Alchemist. Blood poured from a small bullet hole in the exact center of the enemy skull. The sand storm around him dispersed.

The man smirked, his golden eyes traveling back up to the tower where he got a glimpse of the honey colored hair and auburn eyes of the sniper who'd just saved his life. Feeling finished for the day, the alchemist disposed of the second enemy that had followed the first. He simply clapped his hands together, activating the alchemy of the circles there, and caught the enemy in his attack.

Dark blue hair pulled back into a ponytail went wild as an explosion occurred within the enemy man, tearing him to pieces from the inside. The Alchemist smirked, muttering another comment about how foolish the Ishballans were and started back towards camp.

The sandstorm had died here, since the camp was set up in a valley of some sort in the desert. He was greeted by an officer, pointing him in the direction of where the water had been moved to. Without a word to the lower ranking officer, he traveled over to quench his thirst. It was here he caught another glimpse of the auburn eyes and honey blonde hair of the new recruited sniper. Walking over, he sat down on a crate next to hers and took a tin of water, drinking until a satisfied sigh came from his lips.

She watched him from the side of her vision, not intently as others might have since he always seemed to have a pleasurable smirk plastered on his lips, even after taking someone's life.

"Thanks for the save out there today, sweetheart." he started smoothly, still not looking directly at her.

"Just doing my job, major." she replied sharply, not flattered by the name-calling he was throwing off.

"Touchy, touchy... A simple 'you're welcome' would have sufficed." he mocked, though did give her kudos for the spunk. He'd almost grown tired with the easy ones... Golden eyes looked up to her auburn, though the color did not matter for the emotion behind the eyes. A killer who wouldn't accept she was a killer; someone who held desperately unto humanity even when pulling the trigger. She was no different than Major Flame and the other Alchemists who were sent here like him, knowing well they'd have to kill in battle, and yet... "But who am I fooling. If you hadn't have shot that enemy out there today, I wouldn't still be here now. So I suppose that means I owe you my life, sharpshooter."

Riza didn't quite know how to react as he bowed, throwing his hair over his head and making his torso perpendicular with his legs. He stood up straight after that, flashing her a smirk before leaving her just as quickly as they'd met, retreating back to his own quarters and leaving a stunned sniper to gape.

A few mornings later, Kimblee hadn't forgotten about the event between he and the sharpshooter. He was sure she hadn't either, because it was rare he was like he was and left a deep impression on people acting out of his usual character.

Showers had to be quick and usually cold. This was to save water and make sure the soldiers were clean enough not to soil their clothes, not necessarily to be squeaky clean. Gender also did not matter in this shower frenzy; once someone stepped out, the next stepped in. Things were too quick and serious to be bashful.

Of course, the Crimson Alchemist could use this to see the sniper up close and personal, or the other way around. Walking around casually, stripping his clothes off slowly, he looked for her. She was not in the small crowd huddled around the area he was in. It was impossible that he missed her; he'd been one of the first up. Moving to the back of the line, he waited until he was last.

That's when she appeared. Meaning to be last of the group, probably to avoid being seen naked, she came with her hair out of it's clip and only a white shirt covering her torso.

Kimblee made a unsatisfied sigh to himself as she stepped into the stall next to his, shirt still covering her torso, eyes completely avoiding his. He went back to washing himself before he suddenly started humming.

It wasn't a real tune, it probably was more annoying than anything, because the sniper turned to him and softly glared behind auburn eyes. "This is a war, Kimblee. Not a place to play games." She must not have been in the greatest moods to speak that way to a superior officer.

He smirked and glanced at her skin showing through the wet white cloth of her shirt. Glaring even more so when she saw this, she turned away. Blonde hair was moved away from her back, where a very detailed transmutation circle covering her back with a large scar in her upper left shoulder blade showed through the shirt. He stared at it, very intrigued at what sort of circle it was and why it was tattooed on a sniper's back. He recognized the symbol as a more elaborate fire alchemy symbol Major Flame had on his gloves. (The Alchemist was perceptive like that.)

With his intense staring, the sharpshooter looked back and noticed much too late. That's why she always took showers last, no one was supposed to see the tattoo, no one else! She quickly finished, turning her side to Kimblee in the adjacent stall for the rest of the time before leaving, mixed emotions of anger and embarrassment on her face. Kimblee could only stare at her until she was out of sight, mind now distracted with several new thoughts about what that little sniper was hiding under the skin.

Of course, trying to get close to a person during a war could be difficult. So Kimblee waited until after the war was over, naturally. Ishball had been finished off, whatever the reason for the war started he didn't know, but he was on the train to come home in the east when it was all done.

During that train ride, he started so intensely at Hawkeye, if she didn't figure out he wanted something from her she was an idiot. He knew he unnerved her with his focused golden eyes; she could only stare back or ignore him unless she wanted to start a scene.

When the train boarded the station, it seemed the little sniper had quickly left, because didn't see any sight of her. No matter, he knew she lived in the military dorms somewhere if she was a new recruit. Of course the promotion he'd earned in the war would be taken away in a heartbeat if he were to fraternize in the dorms, but he would take that risk. After all, his hands were sort of do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it cards.

Nearly a month had passed since all of the soldiers had returned home. The Crimson Alchemist was still thinking intently on Hawkeye, so he knew she wouldn't forget him just as easily.

Without realizing, he had hooked himself to her and the mysteries she held. He figured if he knew the mysteries, he'd be done and they could go their separate ways. He made this thought of logic clear to her with anonymous blue roses with a golden ribbon tied to them, to represent his hair and eye color. He left them at her desk, in her room, wherever she went and she would get one a day until she sought him out and demanded him to leave her alone. He knew that pushing a woman like Hawkeye's buttons would give him a very interesting result.

One day he worked late and hadn't had time to get a rose to her before the day was over. He figured this time he'd deliver the rose in person. The thing was, as he held the blue rose with a golden ribbon tied to it in his hand, Hawkeye had been expecting him to come to her room. Why? Because she was a smart woman who knew he consistently delivered one rose a day and today would be no different.

When he went to open to door to her room, a distinct clicking noise rang in his ears, making him freeze in place.

"Step inside quietly." Her voice commanded without flaw. He smirked, knowing it was her and probably had a gun point right at his skull. The alchemist complied, opening the door, letting them both in, and then shutting it. He turned, leaning against the door and looking straight at Riza as if the gun pointed in between his eyes wasn't there.

"Crimson Alchemist Kimblee. If there is something you need to say or tell me, I suggest you get it out now and then leave me alone." she said with a slight edge. He smirked even more; he didn't think he'd had this much effect over her...

"For you." he said politely but still with a tease, and held out the rose for her.

Taken aback, Riza stood with the weapon pointed at him for several moments, deciding whether to lower the weapon in the midst of the bomber soldier. Looking at the beauty of the rose, her instincts told her she was in no immediate harm and she would be able to handle herself otherwise. Slowly, she lowered her weapon and reached one hand to take the perfect rose from his larger, smooth hand.

Kimblee waited until she grabbed the rose before he quickly used that hand to take hers, using the other to grab her other hand with the gun in it. Her reflexes were wicked fast but so were his; they met at an arm strength match with Riza's gun pointed at the ceiling.

She glared, but Kimblee still held his same amused expression. "Don't shoot." he said in a low voice. "I'm here out of curiosity and I will do nothing to you that you wouldn't want me to."

In this he had gotten a hold of her gun from her grasp and threw it to the side, free hand taking her free arm and drawing her to him. She still fought, but said nothing. If someone around her room were to be disturbed and found out he was here...

"Riza. Calm down and hear me out." he started, voice still very calm and expression glimmering with the feel of her in his arms. "As soon as we both find out what we want, I'll leave you alone."

She didn't seem satisfied or flattered from him using her first name. "How can I believe you." She demanded more than asked.

"You can't." he replied sharply, hands holding her around the waist even when she was pushing away; his fingers crawled along the fabric until he touched the bare skin of her back. "After tonight you can forget everything about me if you want; but there's something you're hiding and I want to know what it is."

She still struggled, but less so after a moan escaped her throat from the alchemist's touch. "And why should I show you anything?"

"I'll keep every secret safe until death. I owe you, don't I? Not one soul will hear anything about you from my lips." His golden eyes focused on her auburn. The last word lingered in the air long enough for Kimblee to connect his thin lips to her full and soft ones.

The horrible part for Riza was that he was holding true to the 'not doing anything she didn't want;' she did want this, but her pride wouldn't let her admit it to him.

Most of the resistance was lost as she melted under him, the blue rose still in her hand and gun forgotten on the floor. He picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed and pounced.

Nothing was extremely soft and tender. It was all so intimate and he made sure every particle of her skin was ablaze with the desire from start to finish.

The Alchemist removed her shirt and everything underneath before flipping her over to look at the tattoo on her back, which was partially destroyed with a large burn mark. He stared at the magnificence of her body in total awe for several moments, all while making sure Riza never saw a dull moment by using his touch to keep her arched and pleased.

"This?" he asked before using his tongue to outline the tattooed flesh.

In her heightened breath, she managed to explain it. "My father's research... the secret to fire alchemy... Roy was his apprentice... They are the only two besides yourself to see it."

Kimblee's mind was dazzled. So he was correct with this dealing with Mustang in some way...

He came to the burn, which he stopped touching her skin to ask how that had come about.

"The scar was something I asked Roy to do. I wanted him to destroy the symbol so there would never be another fire alchemist with the amount of power the circle describes..." She gasped in a breath of air as Kimblee's tongue slid across a very sensitive part of her lower back. "I also asked him to destroy it so I would be just Elizabeth Hawkeye..."

Kimblee resumed his actions as soon as she was finished. Removing his shirt and pants and the remainder of her clothing, he flipped her over to look at the lust in her eyes. There was a regret in her iris though; only a hint of it as he began to kiss her neck and grope the rest of her smooth and curvy body.

"So I can safely guess that Mustang has already taken you?" he asked huskily into her neck.

She whimpered, nodding her head and arching her chest into his. "I love him, Kimblee."

Kimblee paused once again, glancing up at her facial expressions. He understood instantly. "So this means nothing?" he asked. There was no immediate answer, so he bit softly into the flesh on her neck. She cried out very softly, managing a yes at the end of it all.

"Hm."

Nothing else was said as he finished with foreplay and took her without much preparation.

Intimate and determined, Kimblee swore to make this a night she would remember every time Roy would ever touch her after this. Jealous? Perhaps. But he knew he wouldn't be able to drive Hawkeye away from Mustang; but maybe he could drive her insane even after he was long gone.

"And you?" she asked him in shallow breaths, body exhausted and sweaty and completely spent for the amount the alchemist had driven.

He moved closer, sticking their disgusting flesh together. "I'm a bomber. During the war I realized just how much I enjoyed the gift of the alchemy I have... Doesn't matter what explodes, just having the power to destroy and kill who ever and whatever gets the adrenaline going enough to a point it could match ecstasy." He paused, kissing up her arm and neck until he reached her quivering lips. "Call me insane if you want, I see myself as passionate."

Riza closed her eyes, taking in what he said. "Maybe I have other reasons for calling you insane..." Too tired to say another word, she fell into a land of dreams.

In the morning, Riza awoke very sore in the sheets of her own bed; alone.

Well, alone but not empty handed. There was a fresh, deep blue rose with a golden ribbon tied to the stem on the pillow next to her.

And it was the last one she ever received from the Crimson Alchemist.