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okami_huThe drabbles are separate ones; some of them have PG warning but not much, if I remember correctly. ^^ #9 contains SPOILERS on the end of the series!!
1, glasses
Fury only started to consider his glasses a hindrance, when he hit puberty. He was lucky; his body remained small and proportional and his skin was smooth. The girls liked him, because he was polite, quiet and he was always willing to help to carry bags, decorate ball-rooms and such.
They often kissed him; but those stupid glasses were in the way!
However, Hawkeye didn’t bother. She simply lifted them from Fury’s face and gave him a light kiss on his lips.
Fury admitted that lieutenant Hawkeye was the smartest woman he ever met. Glasses ceased to be a hindrance.
2, dog
Hayate loved to play in the park. Fury liked to play too; he threw the ball to the dog again and again. The puppy barked cheerfully and chased the red rubber enthusiastically. The small soldier laughed.
“Anou… Excuse me…”
Fury looked up. A girl stood there with brown hair and glasses. “Aa, Sheska-san…”
The girl adjusted her glasses. “Is the dog yours…?”
“Um, not exactly, but I take care of him now.” The sergeant major felt hot and he smiled shyly at the ex-librarian. “Would you like to play with him?”
Sheska’s eyes sparkled. “Yes! I love dogs very much!”
3, in the rain
Fury stepped to Al, who was crouched on the ground. The rain drummed on the armor and the sergeant major couldn’t stop himself from holding his umbrella above the metal form – even if the younger Elric didn’t need protection.
“Another kitten…?” Fury asked compassionately. Al nodded and showed the grey furball to the soldier.
“You’re right, Alphonse-kun, we can’t leave him in the rain.” Fury smiled. “I know somebody, who can take care of it. Let’s go.”
Al SMILED and stood up. Fury took the metal arm and led him away, like it would me the most natural thing on earth.
4, habit
Fury usually has a tea four times a day. He always carries his mini toolbox, just in case. He goes to the shooting-gallery twice a week.
All of his colleagues know about these habits and they accustomed to them, like Fury did to theirs. Hawkeye goes with him to practice and Farman gets him a cup of tea without asking.
But none of them knows that on some nights, when the shouting in the colonel’s office dies, Fury sits awake on his bed until there’s a quiet knock on his door.
Kissing that blond boy is Fury’s most beloved habit.
5, memory/remembrance
You usually remember the first things in your life. The first drink, the first love, kiss or kill. Or whore, for example.
Fury remembers too; Breda took him to a brothel once and got him a girl. Fury was totally nervous; he wasn’t a virgin anymore but still, he was kind of frightened. However, the girl proved to be very nice; she smiled at the soldier and made the night worth to remember. Fury was thankful for that.
And when years later, he walked on the streets and saw the same girl again, Fury could even remember her name.
“Nandine!”
~Dedicated to Lenihanfighter~
6, calling sound
“Havoc, release me.”
“No.”
“Please… Don’t you hear it…? They’re calling!”
“I don’t care. They have other technicians. I have only one lover.”
“I’ll come back. But I have to go now…”
Sigh. “Goddamned telephone always calls you away.”
Fury picked up the receiver rolling his eyes. A few lines were exchanged and the small man began to dress.
“Where are you going?” Havoc asked. Fury told him.
When he finished the job, the phone in the room rang. Fury picked it up. “Hallo?”
“Come back to me.”
Fury smiled, hung up and rushed off to obey the calling sound.
7, smile
“Anou… would you like some coffee…?”
Maria Ross looked up and she just had to smile. Sergeant major Fury was adorable with that concerned gaze. She took the mug.
“Thank you.”
The small soldier smiled too, brightly, happily. “You should smile more, lieutenant” he noted innocently. “It looks good on you.”
Ross touched Fury’s arm gently.
“It looks good on you as well, sergeant major. It really does.”
Fury blushed.
“You think so…? Well, I like to smile. And I like, when everybody around me is happy.”
When he left, Ross mused about how some people never loose their innocence.
8, (someone/something I) can't chase
The colonel was in a good mood again. He didn’t even scold Fury, when he caught the small soldier gazing out on the window.
“Daydreaming, sergeant major?” Roy laughed, and he patted his subordinate on the shoulder conspiratorially.
“Umm, sorry, sir…” Fury blushed deeply.
“Never mind. But you shouldn’t just sit here, chasing illusions. You should go out and do something. Chase the one you love!” The Flame Alchemist winked and walked off for a date.
Fury averted his eyes and when the door closed behind Mustang, he sighed out.
“Some things I can’t chase… Like my dreams and… you.”
9, gentle lie
Mustang’s body was struck by fever and the painkillers clouded his mind. He writhed in the bed, moaning painfully, battling with nightmares.
The officers kept watch by his bed one by one. It was Fury’s turn now. His heart bled as he looked at his strong, lively superior now being pale, and miserable.
Roy moaned and Fury leaned closer.
“My… my eye…” The colonel murmured. “Why can’t I see with it…?”
Fury looked at the bandage and he could remember the scar underneath it. The last battle cost Roy dearly.
“Don’t worry, Sir, it’ll pass” he said with a smile.
10, tears
Fury sighed relieved. He was glad that this assignment ended.
He and Havoc discovered it following Colonel Hughes’ instructions. There was a brothel which bought foreign girls to force them into slavery. It took weeks to put an end to this case.
Fury got to know a girl here, an exotic Xing beauty. Now, she was sitting in a car, delicate, slim body shaking from crying. Fury walked to her.
“Tai Lin…”
The girl looked up. The small soldier smiled. “Don’t cry anymore. It’s over.”
Tai Lin sniffed and smiled a little. Fury reached out and wiped off her tears.
11, the hand, which gives back the squeeze
Everybody was talking about the news; namely, that Scar is in Central and the Fuhrer came here, to East City.
Bradley brought along some soldiers too. Mustang’s men observed them thoroughly; they were looking for friends, or enemies; but Fury never met those people before.
A tall, black-haired man approached the Colonel and greeted him on a friendly tone. He shook the hands of the others too, with a bright smile; then he stepped to Fury.
“Good day. I’m Colonel Maes Hughes.”
Fury lost himself in those clear green eyes. He gave back the squeeze.
“Sergeant major Cain Fury, sir.”
12, cold
“Here, let me help you drink this. It’ll do good.”
Farman struggled up in the bed and obediently swallowed the hot, golden-colored chicken soup. He got a nasty cold and Fury came every day to take care of him. The grey-haired man was thankful for that.
“Why are you struggling to keep an old man like me happy…?”
“You’re not old!” Fury protested. “And… I like… like you.”
A gentle hand took Fury’s. “How much?”
The small man leaned closer and placed an innocent kiss on his superior’s lips.
Farman smiled. “You could catch the cold.”
“That was the point.”
13, unknown to everyone
It happened so fast; the knock, the creak of the door, the puddle on the floor, the scream, the phone call, the ambulance.
Later, in the room, when all of the officers were allowed in, the silence spoke louder than any words. Just a loud as the paleness of the faces, Mustang’s serious look and the tears in Havoc’s eyes. The colonel stepped closer; his posture radiated something close to defeat.
“Why did you do it?”
Fury caressed the bandage on his wrist. He didn’t look up.
“I wanted to know if anybody cares.”
Havoc’s breath hitched with a sob.
14, thank you
They always went home together; on the way, they talked about how things go in the office and soon, about more personal things too, like pasts, habits and such. Fury liked the grey-haired officer very much, he was like an elder brother, a father… and maybe…
The soldiers reached the point, where they always parted. Farman smiled on Fury and the younger man took his hand. “Warrant officer Farman…”
“Fury…” the older one’s voice was gentle “just call me Watteau.”
The sergeant major blushed. “I… Thank you. Umm… would you like… some coffee…?”
Farman nodded and Fury’s eyes shone brightly.
15, 2AM
He left at 2 AM, carefully, quietly; he didn’t want to wake her. She slept soundly and she needed the rest; the night proved to be… tiring. Fury closed the door of Sheska’s house and started to walk back to the dorms, nearly floating above the ground. Who thought, that the geeky bookworm is actually a caring, lovely, lonely young lady?
At 2 AM he left and work started at seven. That’s five hours of sleep. Fury dozed off on his desk but because of some reason, nobody woke him. The other officers passed him on tip-toes, smiling to themselves.
16, promise
“Aa, Fury…!”
The sergeant major shook his head. “No smoking in the restroom, lieutenant! It’s an unhealthy habit anyway.”
“Come oooon…!” Havoc whined like a six-year-old.
“No! I don’t want you to damage your health further.”
Havoc tried another approach.
“Then let’s negotiate. I’ll do something for you and you give me back my cigarettes.”
“Alright, that sounds fair.”
“What would you like me to do?”
Fury blushed a little and told him.
Havoc blinked. Then, he took a deep breath and kissed the small soldier.
“So can I have them back…?”
Fury nodded breathlessly. “A promise is a promise.”
17, like always
That goddamned telephone broke down again, like always. It was located at a rather desolate place; it was rarely used, only in time of need – and it malfunctioned in every occasion. Fury was called, like always to take care of it. He sighed, like always, took his toolbox and went to fix the damn thing.
Just when he was ready, a tall, blond figure reached out of the shadows and wrenched the small soldier close. The attacker smelled after cigarettes, like always, and he claimed Fury’s mouth with wild passion. His hands wandered under the sergeant major’s shirt.
Like always.
18, voice
“Winry…”
Fury tilted his head up with a gasp. A blond boy and a young woman were standing in front of a hardware-store. The girl eyed the displayed tools with awe.
“Really” the boy spoke up slightly annoyed “this is a little too much!”
The boy was about fourteen, with a strong but lean body and an honest face. Fury would have never recognized him if it wasn’t the voice; it changed too, it was clear and smooth instead of carrying metallic echoes but there was no doubt. Fury stepped closer; his own voice was merely a whisper.
“Alphonse Elric-kun…?”
19, body heat
A mission in the middle of winter – the Intelligence officer and the technician spying together, listening to conversations over the phone.
The heating was switched off; Fury’s breath was a white cloud against the receiver, as he strained his ears. Hughes-san left for a minute to get some coffee.
The door opened and the tall man stepped in, handing a small glass to Fury, who smiled thankfully.
“My fingers went numb already.”
Maes smiled back and settled down behind the small soldier, hugging him close.
Fury leaned back, while he sipped the hot drink. He liked to share body heat.
20, good night
“Cain…”
“Shh, Edward. I know.”
The Fullmetal Alchemist snuggled closer to Fury’s body. “Somehow, I believe you.”
The sergeant major smiled. Of course he knew. The loneliness. The need to touch but there’s nobody warm and alive next to you. The darkness of the night is suffocating and you know you won’t have a good rest …
But it changed. The delicate, slender body next to his was responsive and dominative, regardless of age and the often mentioned height difference. But Fury didn’t mind.
He caressed the golden hair and kissed the top of Ed’s head.
“Good night, my lovely.”
I particularly like 4, 6, 9, 15 and 17. And 13 is a masterpiece.
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:09 am (UTC)I hope you don't mind it that I'm not going to seperate them and give a comment to each and every one of them. Oo Just those which really deserve a lot of attention. Such as 13... ^^
So let's start at the first drabble... *looks around, bursts into laughing then* I SO love that one. Especially the last part is brilliant. *chuckles* I really like that one.
Third drabble is a wonderful one as well. *laughs* "Another kitten...?" Oh gosh, I can really picture that scene in my mind. That's at least one thing those two have in common: their love for animals. Very good one!
*winces when reading drabble 5* This reminds me I have to continue my Nandine/Fury fic one day as well... But thank you for dedicating it to me~!!!! *glomps*
Drabble 9 was a good one. Poor Roy... Good thing he had Fury watching over him at that time. I don't have any words for it, I just love it. *hearts*
Drabble 12 is a funny one again. *chuckles* "You'll catch a cold." "That was the point." Teehee, I like that little exchange between Fury and Farman. ^_^
Drabble 13... The masterpiece of all the drabbles... Although I cannot imagine myself that Fury would do this kind of thing to draw attention, it simply touched my heart when I read it. ;_; OMG, it gave me all kinds of ideas of depressed and suicidal Fury's and Roy's, Havoc's, Farman's or Hawkeye's taking care of him. Very well written. It's honestly the best one of all.
For those who haven't received a special comment, don't worry. *pats the remaining drabbles* I love them as well, but they weren't as special as the others. And it's hard to give a comment on every one of them. Oo They all have the general "I like it", however. ^^
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Date: 2005-01-28 07:00 am (UTC)I love you, by the way... ^^
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:28 pm (UTC)I wish I could write more but I really such at reviews of anything. Especially things I like. I just do a sorta fangirl kinda thing and stumble over my words a bit. And then I have to go away.
So.... I <3 them. ^.^
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Date: 2005-01-28 07:02 am (UTC)And thanx for the comment. ^^
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