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Why?
Because that is the job of a state alchemist.
Why are soldiers, who are supposed to protect citizens, killing them instead?
Because that is the task given to them.
Am I wrong?

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The moon hung silently in the sky, an eerie smile spread across it's face. Riza Hawkeye had gone for a walk through the camp to pass the time. Not able to sleep after the months she had been out here in Ishval. The death and destruction weighed heavy on everyone's mind making sleep, if possible, a sweet luxury. Passing by a few soldiers by a fire, overhearing their conversation....about something in the Kanda district....but moved into an alley as they stopped talking to watch her go by. After a few steps she realized someone had been following. Nonchalantly she turned another corner and stopped. The person came around the corner, knowing they had been sensed.

Riza moved her head in his direction to acknowledge him then pulled her gaze away when this person came into focus.

"Hawkeye-san." Kimblee said respectfully. "What are you doing out so late at night?" he bowed some to her. she glanced away, those eyes that held no pity, no sane man or woman could not look at them long. A small chilling wind crawled around them.

"I can't sleep..." Hawkeye looked at the ground and leaned against the wall attempting to shake the sudden quiver from her body. The last person she needed to see....

"Hiding in the shadows of the building? How is that going to help?" he smiled, stepped forward and held out a cup of coffee to her. She took it and muttered a quiet ' thank you.' She raised the cup to her lips hesitantly and drank in the smell. It smelled good. Like all coffee should. She took a sip even though she wasn't thirsty, enjoying the warm feeling it gave her. She noticed him staring, silently. Just watching her.

"What?" she couldn't help but blush under his fierce gaze.

"Is it alright?" He asked in a quiet tone, his smile spreading.

"Yes. Thank you.." she took another drink, the warm liquid warming up her shivering body. Wondering what had caused his sudden change in demeanor.

"You're welcome. This one is my specialty." Kimblee said leaning on the wall beside her and crossing his arms. She wasn't uncomfortable around him.......for the first time she'd ever known him. He felt almost human.... They both stared into the sky a moment, examining the glimmering stars and the moon's snaring grin.

"You made it..hm.." Hawkeye said looking down at the glass in her hand. She barely recognized her own face in the reflection in her coffee. She had witnessed the horrors of war over and over but still couldn't shake the feeling. She was a killer and her eyes told her so.

Pulling her gaze from her reflection she gained eye-contact with Kimblee, who if she was thinking correctly, had crept closer to her.

"Your eyes...." Kimblee stated, then paused. She didn't pull her gaze away. His gaze seemed to shine brighter under the moon's bizarre glow.

"Wishing to forget, to return to those calm blue skies.." he said touching her cheek so she couldn't break her gaze. She wanted to pull from his gaze but could not. "Why you wish to forget...because you feel like you have lost a part of yourself, from long ago. You shouldn't want to forget, Hawkeye-san."

"Major Crimson -....." she started.

"Call me Kimblee." he stopped her. She blushed openly. She couldn't believe she could think these things....about him of all people. This demon...who had killed so many, enjoying every moment of his enemies pain. Her body reacted for her.

"Kimblee...." she said quietly. No, she couldn't....

"........Yes?" he smiled at her.

"Thank you....for the coffee." she held out the glass to him. He took it. She couldn't stay with him now. She was an open book, his eyes yearning to read deeper into her secrets.

"You feeling alright..?" he asked. She heard him set down the empty mug.

"He sounds.....concerned.." she thought, smiling some. " I'm fine." she replied. She turned to go but he grabbed her arm. Gently. She didn't resist his touch, suddenly not wishing too.

"I need...." he started. She looked over at him questioningly. A small pause. "I like you....more then you think."

She just stared at him for a moment. He sensed her indecision, and leaned into her face, gently brushing his lips against hers. Before she could think she had followed his touch and returned his kiss.

When she didn't resist he pulled her smoothly against him, embracing her.

Description

Why?
Because that is the job of a state alchemist.
Why are soldiers, who are supposed to protect citizens, killing them instead?
Because that is the task given to them.
Am I wrong?

-------

The moon hung silently in the sky, an eerie smile spread across it's face. Riza Hawkeye had gone for a walk through the camp to pass the time. Not able to sleep after the months she had been out here in Ishval. The death and destruction weighed heavy on everyone's mind making sleep, if possible, a sweet luxury. Passing by a few soldiers by a fire, overhearing their conversation....about something in the Kanda district....but moved into an alley as they stopped talking to watch her go by. After a few steps she realized someone had been following. Nonchalantly she turned another corner and stopped. The person came around the corner, knowing they had been sensed.

Riza moved her head in his direction to acknowledge him then pulled her gaze away when this person came into focus.

"Hawkeye-san." Kimblee said respectfully. "What are you doing out so late at night?" he bowed some to her. she glanced away, those eyes that held no pity, no sane man or woman could not look at them long. A small chilling wind crawled around them.

"I can't sleep..." Hawkeye looked at the ground and leaned against the wall attempting to shake the sudden quiver from her body. The last person she needed to see....

"Hiding in the shadows of the building? How is that going to help?" he smiled, stepped forward and held out a cup of coffee to her. She took it and muttered a quiet ' thank you.' She raised the cup to her lips hesitantly and drank in the smell. It smelled good. Like all coffee should. She took a sip even though she wasn't thirsty, enjoying the warm feeling it gave her. She noticed him staring, silently. Just watching her.

"What?" she couldn't help but blush under his fierce gaze.

"Is it alright?" He asked in a quiet tone, his smile spreading.

"Yes. Thank you.." she took another drink, the warm liquid warming up her shivering body. Wondering what had caused his sudden change in demeanor.

"You're welcome. This one is my specialty." Kimblee said leaning on the wall beside her and crossing his arms. She wasn't uncomfortable around him.......for the first time she'd ever known him. He felt almost human.... They both stared into the sky a moment, examining the glimmering stars and the moon's snaring grin.

"You made it..hm.." Hawkeye said looking down at the glass in her hand. She barely recognized her own face in the reflection in her coffee. She had witnessed the horrors of war over and over but still couldn't shake the feeling. She was a killer and her eyes told her so.

Pulling her gaze from her reflection she gained eye-contact with Kimblee, who if she was thinking correctly, had crept closer to her.

"Your eyes...." Kimblee stated, then paused. She didn't pull her gaze away. His gaze seemed to shine brighter under the moon's bizarre glow.

"Wishing to forget, to return to those calm blue skies.." he said touching her cheek so she couldn't break her gaze. She wanted to pull from his gaze but could not. "Why you wish to forget...because you feel like you have lost a part of yourself, from long ago. You shouldn't want to forget, Hawkeye-san."

"Major Crimson -....." she started.

"Call me Kimblee." he stopped her. She blushed openly. She couldn't believe she could think these things....about him of all people. This demon...who had killed so many, enjoying every moment of his enemies pain. Her body reacted for her.

"Kimblee...." she said quietly. No, she couldn't....

"........Yes?" he smiled at her.

"Thank you....for the coffee." she held out the glass to him. He took it. She couldn't stay with him now. She was an open book, his eyes yearning to read deeper into her secrets.

"You feeling alright..?" he asked. She heard him set down the empty mug.

"He sounds.....concerned.." she thought, smiling some. " I'm fine." she replied. She turned to go but he grabbed her arm. Gently. She didn't resist his touch, suddenly not wishing too.

"I need...." he started. She looked over at him questioningly. A small pause. "I like you....more then you think."

She just stared at him for a moment. He sensed her indecision, and leaned into her face, gently brushing his lips against hers. Before she could think she had followed his touch and returned his kiss.

When she didn't resist he pulled her smoothly against him, embracing her.