Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.
Four drabbles, two new (one Gravitation, one FMA) and two ‘chapters’ to “Promise”.
New
Title: Stand Before I Crawl
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Character: Rage
Fandom: Gravitation
Summary: There are moments we have to do things for ourselves, and not rely on past help.
Words: 278
The gun echoed loudly in the near empty room. The sound was quickly followed
by the dull thud of an weighty body hitting the floor, dust rising into the air
only to fall back to earth, speckling the growing pool of blood with the dirk of
forgotten time.
The girl stared at the body across from her and wretched, gun falling from
suddenly weak hands as she fell forward onto her knees. Her body trembled before
heaving, vomit and acid burning across her tongue as she struggled to purge
herself from the horror of the act committed.
The door to the room burst open, aged wood trying to tear itself from the
hinges. The room filled, going to capacity and beyond as men and women entered,
from the security that worked at her father’s company, to the police officers,
and even some random thugs hired spur of the moment, the old man’s desperation
obvious in his choice of searchers for his precious daughter.
Arms wrapped around her, drawing her from the scene, lifting her up as she
started to sop, the first time since the kidnapper had shown up at her school to
claim her. She buried her face in her father’s neck, the gunshot still ringing
in her ears, the smell of blood and vomit thick in her nostrils as she sobbed,
childhood and innocence fading away with each step he took towards the door.
Towards a future in which yes, she had killed a man. A man with two children and
a wife waiting, worried back home, confused as to why he hadn’t arrived home for
dinner yet.
–
Title: Mockingbird
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Characters: Roy, OC (not a pairing)
Summary: It’s cold in December…even colder for those with invisible cracks.
Words: 401
Hush little baby don’t you cry, everything’s going to be alright
“Shh, quiet Sadia, daddy has a headache and you have a wail that can break
glass,”Roy whispered, exhausted, trying to calm his crying…well, screaming
daughter without much success. The words may have been cruel but with the volume
of Sadia’s cries and the fact that she had been going at this bitch for close to
four hours after giving Roy only two hours of sleep he felt justified.
He sat in the window seat of the nursery, rocking his daughter, or at least
attempting to while trying to keep from falling either asleep or out of the
window seat. “Shh, please, Sadia…”he whispered, close to crying himself,
frustration and exhaustion trying his patience, frying his nerves.
Sadia’s wails just grew in pitch, finally breaking Roy and he leaned back
against the wall, shoulders shaking as he cried along with his daughter, though
at a much more respectable volume.
“Riza…help me,”he whispered brokenly as tears streamed down his cheeks,
hitting his daughter’s face, mixing with her own.
It had been years since father and daughter cried on that cold, cold December
night, but both were still prone to tears, inexplicable crying fits that would
leave them both broken and shaking. Although while one performed these in
public, often causing a panic amongst those around her, the other confined them
to his bedroom, late at night when the silence was pressing down around him and
the dawn was a long time in coming.
December was a bad month.
They wouldn’t even cry. Just stare into the distance, often holding onto each
other as if protecting the other from a cold no one else could feel, trying to
keep the other from breaking apart into even smaller fragments then they already
were.
She had been buried in December, condemned to the cold, frozen earth before
she had even heard her child’s first cry.
The blood stained snow had long since melted away, the case file shelved
amongst other equally sad but unsolvable cases, forgotten, dusted on a shelf
somewhere in the bowls of Central’s Investigations Department.
And all that’s was left were two broken souls and a muted mockingbird.
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry
Everything’s gonna be
alright
Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy’s
not here right now and we don’t know why…
—
Title: Missing Time
Series: Promise
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Characters: Riza (about Roy)
Summary: The feeling of being forgotten and left behind.
Words: 411
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<p style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 3px;"><b>Originally published at <a href="http://www.memoirs.moricia.com/?p=403">Memoirs of a Nobody</a>. You can comment here or <a href="http://www.memoirs.moricia.com/?p=403#comments">there</a>.</b></p><p>Four drabbles, two new (one Gravitation, one FMA) and two ‘chapters’ to “Promise”.</p>
<p><b>New</b></p>
<p>Title: Stand Before I Crawl<br />
Rating: PG-13<br />
Genre: Angst<br />
Character: Rage<br />
Fandom: Gravitation<br />
Summary: There are moments we have to do things for ourselves, and not rely on past help.<br />
Words: 278</p>
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<p>The gun echoed loudly in the near empty room. The sound was quickly followed<br />
by the dull thud of an weighty body hitting the floor, dust rising into the air<br />
only to fall back to earth, speckling the growing pool of blood with the dirk of<br />
forgotten time.</p>
<p>The girl stared at the body across from her and wretched, gun falling from<br />
suddenly weak hands as she fell forward onto her knees. Her body trembled before<br />
heaving, vomit and acid burning across her tongue as she struggled to purge<br />
herself from the horror of the act committed.</p>
<p>The door to the room burst open, aged wood trying to tear itself from the<br />
hinges. The room filled, going to capacity and beyond as men and women entered,<br />
from the security that worked at her father’s company, to the police officers,<br />
and even some random thugs hired spur of the moment, the old man’s desperation<br />
obvious in his choice of searchers for his precious daughter.</p>
<p>Arms wrapped around her, drawing her from the scene, lifting her up as she<br />
started to sop, the first time since the kidnapper had shown up at her school to<br />
claim her. She buried her face in her father’s neck, the gunshot still ringing<br />
in her ears, the smell of blood and vomit thick in her nostrils as she sobbed,<br />
childhood and innocence fading away with each step he took towards the door.<br />
Towards a future in which yes, she had killed a man. A man with two children and<br />
a wife waiting, worried back home, confused as to why he hadn’t arrived home for<br />
dinner yet.</p>
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<p>–</p>
<p>Title: Mockingbird<br />
Rating: PG<br />
Genre: Angst<br />
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist<br />
Characters: Roy, OC (not a pairing)<br />
Summary: It’s cold in December…even colder for those with invisible cracks.<br />
Words: 401</p>
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<p><i>Hush little baby don’t you cry, everything’s going to be alright</i> </p>
<p>“Shh, quiet Sadia, daddy has a headache and you have a wail that can break<br />
glass,”Roy whispered, exhausted, trying to calm his crying…well, screaming<br />
daughter without much success. The words may have been cruel but with the volume<br />
of Sadia’s cries and the fact that she had been going at this bitch for close to<br />
four hours after giving Roy only two hours of sleep he felt justified.</p>
<p>He sat in the window seat of the nursery, rocking his daughter, or at least<br />
attempting to while trying to keep from falling either asleep or out of the<br />
window seat. “Shh, please, Sadia…”he whispered, close to crying himself,<br />
frustration and exhaustion trying his patience, frying his nerves.</p>
<p>Sadia’s wails just grew in pitch, finally breaking Roy and he leaned back<br />
against the wall, shoulders shaking as he cried along with his daughter, though<br />
at a much more respectable volume.</p>
<p>“Riza…help me,”he whispered brokenly as tears streamed down his cheeks,<br />
hitting his daughter’s face, mixing with her own.</p>
<p>It had been years since father and daughter cried on that cold, cold December<br />
night, but both were still prone to tears, inexplicable crying fits that would<br />
leave them both broken and shaking. Although while one performed these in<br />
public, often causing a panic amongst those around her, the other confined them<br />
to his bedroom, late at night when the silence was pressing down around him and<br />
the dawn was a long time in coming.</p>
<p>December was a bad month.</p>
<p>They wouldn’t even cry. Just stare into the distance, often holding onto each<br />
other as if protecting the other from a cold no one else could feel, trying to<br />
keep the other from breaking apart into even smaller fragments then they already<br />
were.</p>
<p>She had been buried in December, condemned to the cold, frozen earth before<br />
she had even heard her child’s first cry.</p>
<p>The blood stained snow had long since melted away, the case file shelved<br />
amongst other equally sad but unsolvable cases, forgotten, dusted on a shelf<br />
somewhere in the bowls of Central’s Investigations Department.</p>
<p>And all that’s was left were two broken souls and a muted mockingbird.</p>
<p><i>Now hush little baby, don’t you cry<br />Everything’s gonna be<br />
alright<br />Daddy’s here to hold ya through the night</i><br /><i>I know mommy’s<br />
not here right now and we don’t know why…</i></p>
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<p>—</p>
<p>Title: Missing Time<br />
Series: Promise<br />
Rating: PG<br />
Genre: Angst<br />
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist<br />
Characters: Riza (about Roy)<br />
Summary: The feeling of being forgotten and left behind.<br />
Words: 411</p>
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<p><span id=storytext style="FONT-SIZE: 17px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"<br />
name="storytext">Missing Time </p>
<p>I feel as though he’s forgotten me. As though I have stopped existing in his<br />
world of orbit.</p>
<p>I write him letters, passionate, bland, emotional, boringly recreated<br />
accounts of my day…and each one disappears into the either, not even<br />
acknowledged as received by him.</p>
<p>I call him and end up leaving a message with his new secretary, which of<br />
course, he never replies to.</p>
<p>I try to catch him in the hall but he’s always so busy and I’m left staring<br />
at his back, wondering what I did wrong.</p>
<p>He’s ignoring me, ignoring’us’. Ignoring everything we ever meant to each<br />
other and I don’t know why. I want to corner him, to force out a reason, to<br />
scream at him until my vocal cords break and I’m left bleeding out my pain.</p>
<p>But I can’t because somehow this is all my fault even though I don’t know<br />
why. I kept my promise, damnit! I was right there besides him, despite what I<br />
felt inside. Yes I was a bit…cold in the beginning, but I had a very good<br />
reason. It was tearing me apart to think about the whole situation let alone be<br />
the best of a friend I could be. Not to mention I didn’t exactly approve of his<br />
choice…but then again I doubt I would approve of anyone he chose.</p>
<p>But I’m trying…shouldn’t I get credit for something!</p>
<p>But no…he still walks away from me, nearly pretends I don’t exist unless he<br />
has to deal with me.</p>
<p>So what did I do wrong since I know this is somehow entirely my fault. I<br />
mean, he’s not ignoring anyone else.</p>
<p>I feel so…broken. Even more so then before because at least then I thought I<br />
could still be his friend, still have at least that part of him but now…</p>
<p>now I have nothing. I have just memories of what he was…what we were.</p>
<p>If this is some giant joke it’s not funny. I’ve seen war, I’ve seen hell.<br />
I’ve seen the deepest, darkest parts of the human entity and I survived mostly<br />
untouched. But this…this is breaking me. Piece by piece I fall away and soon<br />
there won’t be anything left but a shell. A mannequin that goes through the<br />
motions.</p>
<p>IO don’t want to be that way. I don’t want to be a wisp of half forgotten<br />
memory.</p>
<p>Especially not to him.</p>
<p>But I don’t know how to stop this!</p>
<p>Please…</p>
<p>Please speak to me.</p>
<p>Remember me…</p>
<p>I’m sorry…please…</p>
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<p>–</p>
<p>Title: Idiocy in a Box<br />
Series: Promises<br />
Rating: PG<br />
Genre: slight humor, slight angst<br />
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist<br />
Characters: Riza (about Roy)<br />
Summary: Misunderstandings, miscomunications and letters in places they shouldn’t be.<br />
Word Count: 421</p>
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name="storytext"></p>
<p>He never got the letters. I could laugh if I wasn’t so frustrated. All that<br />
time, all those tears…and he never got the bloody letters!</p>
<p>He shuffled them, un-opened into his paper work. Paperwork which went to the<br />
Furer…who so kindly returned them to me..</p>
<p>I could kill him if it wasn’t something I should have expected from him.</p>
<p>I swear he needs a minder not an assistant…a keeper.</p>
<p>But it’s just one of the things I love him for. The absent-mindedness, the<br />
laziness, the arrogance, the fact that he’s an utter and complete bastard with a<br />
heart that means good. A box of paradoxes wrapped in a shiny god complex.</p>
<p>Honestly I don’t think I could love him the same if he didn’t pull stunts<br />
like accidentally sending personal communications to our countries leader. At<br />
least it wasn’t the more…traitorous notations.</p>
<p>The others burst into laughter when the Furer handed me back my letters,<br />
politely explaining he had to open them to see who they were to and he did so<br />
hope everything worked out.</p>
<p>Bastard.</p>
<p>Even he was smirking at me.</p>
<p>Stupid, stubborn, adorable, lovable…idiotic man.</p>
<p>How can you want to strangle someone as much as you want to kiss them<br />
breathless?</p>
<p>I had to inform him of the letters, absolutely embarrassed as I handed them<br />
over before fleeing back to my tiny cubical of a new office. I want to bang my<br />
head against the desk now. I should have just burned them. Forgotten them.</p>
<p>And he still hasn’t awnsered them, even three days later.</p>
<p>So either he is just ‘busy’ or he is actually ignoring me, despite me<br />
blatantly giving them to him.</p>
<p>Just don’t let him send them off to another high official, that’s all I<br />
ask.</p>
<p>I’ve come to accept our…relationship of sorts. It still hurts, but I can at<br />
least be in his presence without shaking him violently or wanting to burst into<br />
tears. I still have hope…that someday he will turn to ME with that look, instead<br />
of the other, but I know that’s a long way off.</p>
<p>How pathetic of a friend am I that I’m silently wishing for him to get his<br />
heart broken? I feel like scum but I can’t help it. I have my own selfish<br />
interests here. I don’t want him hurt but I don’t want him apart from me<br />
either.</p>
<p>Do you go to hell for praying that your best friend’s relationships fail?</p>
<p>I feel like such a traitor.</p>
<p>But I love him, and I can’t help feeling this way…</p>
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