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taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
taotrooper) wrote2009-06-20 12:10 am
[FMA] Burnt butterfly, Need for greed
Two FMA drabbles for 52_flavours. Warning: Both of them contain chapter 54 spoilers. First one is Lan Fan-centric. Second one is Ling-centric.
3. Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead
She glanced up, and looked at the light emanating from the ceiling lamp. She felt her eyes burning from its gleam. She closed her eyes too hard, and several shimmering dots danced in front of her. She turned her head to the right, avoiding the lamp; maybe she was afraid she’d become the meaningless butterfly whose wings fall apart from flying towards the heat of the lightbulb.
Maybe, Lan Fan thought, she already was that butterfly. One of her wings had burned out…
She couldn’t stand it. The pain from her limb was unbelievable, the bed was warm, and those dots hadn’t disappeared. She was covered in cold sweat. However, that was nothing compared to the waiting, the uncertainty.
Lan Fan had never been a patient girl. She wanted to heal now. She wanted to run at her master’s side. She wanted the fear, the ill omen, the bad feeling about it to disappear.
But it was impossible. All she could do is waiting. She hated to wait. She hated the corporeal need to rest, when her soul was desperate to run away from the doctor’s house.
But she couldn’t be at ease. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t wait.
She desired to be useful. She wished her own body would burn to ashes by the heat before it could hit her beloved master.
She didn’t know it was too late. Ling Yao had been seduced by the false hopes given from the light. Now he had become the incandescence himself.
And all this one-winged butterfly could do is waiting for her doom, with the colorful dots waltzing in her vision field.
4. Everything you ever wished for
He saw the man –or whatever that thing was- approaching him. He couldn’t move; the homunculus called Gluttony was crushing him. He was going to die.
“This one had a good upbringing. He seems strong as well… That’s right. If I’m going to kill him anyway, I mustn’t let the resources of a human go to waste… I might be able to add him to my usable pawns.”
He saw the eye in the “man’s” forehead wide opened. He saw the Philosopher’s Stone dripping from it, like a crimson tear. He needed it; he had crossed miles to get it. And he couldn’t move.
“He’s going to make a homunculus,” the creature known as Envy said, while Gluttony took the bandage from his cheek. “He’s going to pour the Philosopher’s Stone into his blood. If it all goes well, a human-based homunculus will be completed.”
Envy talked about souls competing for his body, and the great power he could obtain if and only if it could overcome it. But the risks of dying in the process were…
The Stone in his own blood, he thought. The power of the homunculus in him if he couldn’t die from the process. Would he able to survive? He wanted to get the power to be immortal, alright, but it was scary. So many things could get wrong. Like a roulette. Win everything, or lose everything.
Did he really want the throne, the immortality that much?
“He has someone waiting for him! Let go!” He heard Edward screaming.
That’s right. Lan Fan… she had lost her arm to help him. She was so willing to lose it all in order to obtain the goal. What had he done for it, though? He had to see it as an opportunity. He had to take a chance. He had to be as brave as her. He had to make sacrifices as well. Even if those sacrifices could kill him, or make him lose himself. He was not going to be able to face the girl –heck, his whole clan, his people- if he missed immortality just because he was a coward.
They counted on him. He must become the new Emperor.
He was fine with it. He wanted Greed. He wanted the power. He wanted something close to immortality. For her, for Fu, for the Yao clan… for his own honor.
“Don’t butt in!” He repeated it several times. He kept saying it while the substance poisoned his veins. He still pleaded his friends to stay out of it while the pain was killing him and his inner organs were rotting.
They didn’t understand. It was his fate. Be reborn or die. He didn’t know he was actually trying to convince himself instead.
He still told himself to be strong and courageous when the spirits sprinted outside his sore flesh. And he smiled, satisfied, when he faced Greed. He wouldn’t die. He had made it. There was nothing to worry about.
Go ahead, he told him, you greedy being. Take my body. I’ll give it to you.
He truly thought he could manipulate the Greed, that he could master it and make him do his will. He didn’t know he was wrong, though. He never knew the consequences. He might have gotten it all, but he had to pay with his identity.
Nothing was free. And everything was useless after all.
52_flavours. Warning: Both of them contain chapter 54 spoilers. First one is Lan Fan-centric. Second one is Ling-centric.3. Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead
She glanced up, and looked at the light emanating from the ceiling lamp. She felt her eyes burning from its gleam. She closed her eyes too hard, and several shimmering dots danced in front of her. She turned her head to the right, avoiding the lamp; maybe she was afraid she’d become the meaningless butterfly whose wings fall apart from flying towards the heat of the lightbulb.
Maybe, Lan Fan thought, she already was that butterfly. One of her wings had burned out…
She couldn’t stand it. The pain from her limb was unbelievable, the bed was warm, and those dots hadn’t disappeared. She was covered in cold sweat. However, that was nothing compared to the waiting, the uncertainty.
Lan Fan had never been a patient girl. She wanted to heal now. She wanted to run at her master’s side. She wanted the fear, the ill omen, the bad feeling about it to disappear.
But it was impossible. All she could do is waiting. She hated to wait. She hated the corporeal need to rest, when her soul was desperate to run away from the doctor’s house.
But she couldn’t be at ease. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t wait.
She desired to be useful. She wished her own body would burn to ashes by the heat before it could hit her beloved master.
She didn’t know it was too late. Ling Yao had been seduced by the false hopes given from the light. Now he had become the incandescence himself.
And all this one-winged butterfly could do is waiting for her doom, with the colorful dots waltzing in her vision field.
4. Everything you ever wished for
He saw the man –or whatever that thing was- approaching him. He couldn’t move; the homunculus called Gluttony was crushing him. He was going to die.
“This one had a good upbringing. He seems strong as well… That’s right. If I’m going to kill him anyway, I mustn’t let the resources of a human go to waste… I might be able to add him to my usable pawns.”
He saw the eye in the “man’s” forehead wide opened. He saw the Philosopher’s Stone dripping from it, like a crimson tear. He needed it; he had crossed miles to get it. And he couldn’t move.
“He’s going to make a homunculus,” the creature known as Envy said, while Gluttony took the bandage from his cheek. “He’s going to pour the Philosopher’s Stone into his blood. If it all goes well, a human-based homunculus will be completed.”
Envy talked about souls competing for his body, and the great power he could obtain if and only if it could overcome it. But the risks of dying in the process were…
The Stone in his own blood, he thought. The power of the homunculus in him if he couldn’t die from the process. Would he able to survive? He wanted to get the power to be immortal, alright, but it was scary. So many things could get wrong. Like a roulette. Win everything, or lose everything.
Did he really want the throne, the immortality that much?
“He has someone waiting for him! Let go!” He heard Edward screaming.
That’s right. Lan Fan… she had lost her arm to help him. She was so willing to lose it all in order to obtain the goal. What had he done for it, though? He had to see it as an opportunity. He had to take a chance. He had to be as brave as her. He had to make sacrifices as well. Even if those sacrifices could kill him, or make him lose himself. He was not going to be able to face the girl –heck, his whole clan, his people- if he missed immortality just because he was a coward.
They counted on him. He must become the new Emperor.
He was fine with it. He wanted Greed. He wanted the power. He wanted something close to immortality. For her, for Fu, for the Yao clan… for his own honor.
“Don’t butt in!” He repeated it several times. He kept saying it while the substance poisoned his veins. He still pleaded his friends to stay out of it while the pain was killing him and his inner organs were rotting.
They didn’t understand. It was his fate. Be reborn or die. He didn’t know he was actually trying to convince himself instead.
He still told himself to be strong and courageous when the spirits sprinted outside his sore flesh. And he smiled, satisfied, when he faced Greed. He wouldn’t die. He had made it. There was nothing to worry about.
Go ahead, he told him, you greedy being. Take my body. I’ll give it to you.
He truly thought he could manipulate the Greed, that he could master it and make him do his will. He didn’t know he was wrong, though. He never knew the consequences. He might have gotten it all, but he had to pay with his identity.
Nothing was free. And everything was useless after all.