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FMA Fanfiction - Something In The AftermathCategory: Drabble and Prose
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
07:44:06 PM (GMT)
Hey, Rose_chan, thanks for the inspiration. I felt like posting some
fanfic shizz too. :P Though, yours is far superior to this. xD As for anyone else who
happens to stumble across this, please enjoy! Ling x Lan Fan is my new OTP la~

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"I'm sorry Young Master," Lan Fan had said, bowing her raven head apologetically as
she buried her face in the deep folds of her collar. Her cheeks were tinted with
their usual rosy pink, indicating either her embarrassment or shame at the situation.
"I will not be able to accompany you back to Xing."

The words apparently pained the young assassin greatly, for she spoke them with
immense resentment and her tear ducts welled with warm salt water.

"How so?" Ling queried, feigning a casual act, as he busied himself with his pack and
the steel cutlass that always hung from his belt. His indifference would have seemed
rude to anyone who didn't know the prince better. But she knew him all too well.

Gingerly, Lan Fan rubbed the cool metal that was now her left arm, painfully familiar
with every indentation and groove of her robotic limb.

"Young Master, I cannot cross the desert with an arm of automail," she murmured, "I
will be remaining here, in Amestris."

Abruptly, Ling grabbed his worn, leather pack and flung the contents out across his
bed and the dusty floorboards, undoubtedly doing substantial damage to his property
in the progress. There was a slight trace of anger visible across his sculpted
Xingese features as he slumped down on the linen sheets, staring at the cracking
ceiling.

"Young Master!" Lan Fan exclaimed, crouching on her haunches to retrieve some of the
items closest to herself. She moved with less precision than usual, appearing
fatigued as she piled her master's possessions neatly beside her. "We just spent an
hour packing all of this…"

"What's the point in packing when I'm not going anywhere?" Ling sighed,
matter-of-factly, shielding his obsidian eyes with the back of his pale hand.
Immediately, his bodyguard felt the blood rush to her face and her jaw quivered.
"You're really uptight sometimes, Lan Fan. Let's just relax whilst we're here."

She found no voice to express her feelings. There was no voice to express the myriad
of emotions gushing through her system at that moment in time; her calloused hand
gripped only tighter to the steel plating of her new arm. Yet, as the Prince sat up,
that hand was joined by another, larger, and warmer than her own.

"Come on now, where would I be going without someone to watch my back?" he mused, his
breath tickling his assistant's tender skin. "I thought you knew me better, Lan
Fan?"

Barely, she managed to choke back the lump that formed in her throat, knowing full
well that such a moment, where they could share something more than that of master
and servant, would be short lived.

"Who shall be Emperor when you don't return?" she mumbled, as her Prince released his
grasp of her hand. "You've tried… so hard."

Ling shrugged, with attempted aloofness on his part as he sauntered up to the dirty
window of their room, basking in the caressing glow of afternoon sunshine. With his
hands firmly delved into his pockets, he chose not to turn his gaze back on his
trusted aid, in fear that his own expression would mimic hers. If he spared one look
in her direction, he knew little would stop the fury welling inside him.

"I don't know… there are eleven others in line for the throne before me, so I'm
sure they'll find someone else for the job. It's not a big deal, really."

His face was serious, his mouth a hard line as he stared intently out onto the
taupe-grey city of Central. It quickly became apparent to Lan Fan how great a
sacrifice he was intending to make for her disability.

"Thank you, Young Master," she whispered, unable, now, to hold back the threatening
tears that wanted to fall. For her, and for him, and for the loss of the dream that
they had both strived so hard to achieve.
Last edited: 11 January 2012

Comments 
AvalanchE says:   30 June 2010   241683  
Even though I'm not familiar with this fandom or the characters, I
really enjoyed this. C:
It's well-written and it makes you wanna read more.
Thanks for sharing.~
 
StarDust says:   1 July 2010   611597  
CATCH THAT GAY
 
‹A role to play› whispers :   4 July 2010   567525  
I really liked it. :3 My beliefs are contrary to what you say; I
think you write much better and more detailed than I.
 

 
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