What am I doing here...?

Title: Starry Night
Author: okami_hu
Beta: NONE and please, keep that in mind
Rating: G
Genre: general
Pairing: none (some barely detectable hints of RoiAi)
Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Arakawa’s, not mine, thank the Goddess. It’s actually the follow-up of “Shadowed Sunlight”. If you haven’t read that, I wouldn’t recommend it. All you have to know is that Kimbley raped Hawkeye in that.



( Starry night )

Okay, so these are the drabbles I've written this far and even posted somewhere.

Fury drabbles Consists of five drabbles, all focusing on my favorite sergeant major. Located on Deviantart.com.

The 20-word drabble series (Roy x Fury) 20 drabbles (how surprising...) Located on Deviantart.com.

Military drabbles 12 drabbles, each focusing on one military member. Located on Deviantart.com

Slash drabbles 5 drabbles; ratings go from G to PG-13 perhaps. Does the mentioning of Envy x Wrath worth the PG-13...? Located on Fanfiction.net.

And at last, a double drabble which wasn't written by me; it was done by kira_k. I just translated it because originally it was written in Hungarian. Enjoy.

Char: Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: suicide
Spoilers: none

He was cold and his throat felt sore. It was way too early to think clearly but it didn’t matter; walking in the slimly weather (they called that the car had broken down) required no brain activity.
Of course, he couldn’t completely shut off his thoughts – he couldn’t do that even as a simple private.
He remembered his once brave, now unimportant dreams, the battle of powers, the actual office intricacies, but none of those seemed to be important. It was all useless.
Roy smiled bitterly – he was useless as well. He wasn’t a useful member of society; he couldn’t even correct the mistakes of the past!
He slowly stopped as he was pondering. Who would miss him? Maes went forward, just like his mother. He couldn’t remember a single person, who would mourn or even attend his funeral.
His weapon was with him; it was cool in his palm. He inhaled the damp, cold air deeply; maybe something will change, maybe his mind will clear and he won’t pull the trigger…
The barrel seemed bottomless although he knew that it’s only a span long.
Only one question remained.
“Head or heart? Am I heartless enough that it won’t hurt?”
He fired.