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Drawing in a long breath, the raven-haired girl inspected herself in the mirror one last time before grinning and spinning around. "Alright mom, I'm headed out!" Peeking around the corner to lay bright purple eyes on her mother, she wiggled her eyebrows for comedic effect. "Any last words~?"
With a smile, her mother leaned her head back in her chair and shook her head. "No, everything on the list should do it. Please be careful, sweetie."
"Roger that," the younger female responded playfully and headed for the front door. "Come on, Aiden," she called out as a jet-black fox darted out to take his regular spot at her side, and the two left their cozy farmhouse in the countryside, off to Central to pick up groceries and supplies.
"Devon Cromwell, right?"
"Yes, sir!"
The 2nd Lieutenant narrowed his gaze as he took a moment to size up the new kid. Fresh out of training, his remarkably keen senses landed him right here in Roy Mustang's team. But with Colonel Mustang always keeping himself busy with something or another, it had fallen on his right-hand man Jean Havoc to take the newbie out for a spin. His head tilted slightly as he pursed his lips together, wondering what the hell kind of bullshit mission they could go on just to break the ice and dismantle the awkward silence of a nervous stranger amidst close friends. "We'll be working together from now on, so please, just Havoc is fine. Anyways, I thought maybe we could hit the streets, do a little footwork, get to know each other."
"Oh, uh, sure! Community policing tactics, right?"
"Huh?" The blonde cocked a brow, his smoking cigarette hanging carelessly from his lips.
"Community policing, you know, bonding with civilians, building up positive relations, it's supposed to be a more efficient way of deterring potential crime!"
"You don't say..." He replied, having never been bothered to feign interest in conversations when he couldn't care less. The kid seemed pretty book smart, but then again, in this line of work, the books only get you so far. "Well! You ready to go?" Without waiting for an answer, he started for the door, just hoping to find something - anything - that they could possibly bond over or talk about that didn't involve a school lesson.
"Yes, sir- I mean, Havoc, sir- I mean, Second Lieutenant- sir!" Cromwell quickly jumped forward to follow Havoc out into the hallway.
"Eh, we'll work on that."
"These patterns are so gorgeous, Mrs Taylor!" The girl said with a bright smile as she held up a large piece of fabric, hand-dyed by the shop owner. "You never cease to amaze me with all these colors you come up with!"
"Oh, Saya," the older woman cooed with a grin, "you flatter me every time you visit. How are your folks doing?"
"They're fine," Saya replied, throwing various fabrics over her shoulder as she continued to look through them, "just made a new trade agreement with a few new stores up here, so Mother wanted to indulge and make some new pretty dresses for us."
"Well you know you'll have to stop by all prettied up so I can see her work!"
"Sure thing, Mrs Taylor!"
"And I see Aiden hasn't changed much. Just as well behaved as ever."
She glanced over her shoulder to the fox, calmly waiting by the door for her to finish, his own amethyst eyes glancing up to meet her own. "Yep, he's never caused any trouble at all." After a bit more chit-chat, she'd settled on the fabrics she wanted and paid for them with the money she'd gotten from her mother. Mrs Taylor packaged them all up into a neat bundle and Saya was soon out the door and on her way again, with the fox silently trotting alongside her.
"Mommy! Mommy, look!"
The two looked up as they passed a little girl tugging on her mom's sleeve, her eyes glued to the fox. Saya gave the girl a warm smile and nodded her head towards Aiden. "He's very friendly, if you want to pet him."
The little girl's eyes widened with excitement and as soon as her mom gave her the okay, she nearly pounced on the fox, playing with his large pointed ears and ruffling the soft black fur on his head and neck. His fluffy tail flickered behind him and he leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her cheek, making her laugh. After a moment, her mom urged her to come along and thanked Saya before continuing down the sidewalk.
I really like when that happens.
Yeah, me too.
.
.
.
The daylight was quickly sinking down towards the horizon and Saya now carried several bags and packages with her as they walked down the street. Like every time, she'd accidentally spent too much time chatting with the shop owners at each of her stops and had taken up the entire day - not that she particularly minded, though. Living out in a rural countryside was quiet and peaceful but could also be dreadfully boring, and not to mention lonely. Sure, she had her parents and there was always Aiden, but they both shared this thirst for adventure that was never really quenched properly on the farm.
The two came to a brief stop as they waited for a car to drive by before crossing the street, but as they went to continue, they both stopped abruptly. Both of their heads tilted for a moment, before suddenly perking up, and they looked to each other, perfectly mirroring each other's movements.
Did you feel that?
Yeah, something's not right.
It was nearby, too.
Should we go check it out?
. . . Yeah. Let's go.
Crossing the street, they made another turn and began walking in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was a sound, or a smell - what it was exactly, Saya wasn't sure. But something had caused a chill down her spine, and she knew to trust her instincts.
And to trust his instincts.
To 2nd Lt. Havoc's pleasure, Private Cromwell had actually seemed to loosen up pretty well after having a couple drinks. He'd shown the new kid the main routes for walking the blocks, introduced him to some prominent community members, shown him which areas were more problematic than others, even let him deal with a low-level pickpocket they caught, and finally as the day was concluding, he'd brought him to a little corner pub that offered some of the best whiskey in all of Central.
A few shots in and Cromwell had finally dropped his tense, nervous demeanor, and the two laughed and joked over some of the day's events. A few more drinks and the conversation went into more heavy topics, like why each of them had decided to join the Military, and some of the things Havoc had encountered over the last several years. It wasn't anything too groundbreaking, but Havoc felt like he'd made some progress with the newbie and was beginning to drop his initial doubts. Cromwell was young and inexperienced, but bright and quick to pick up on new things, and once he was comfortable enough, he could crack some witty jokes. He would surely fit in well with the others, once he really found his niche in the gang, but maybe it wasn't so bad after all to have someone new join the freakshow, as the late Hughes used to say.
People came and went from the small pub, and the ringing of the bell as the door opened and closed had become nothing but background noise to their conversation. However, the loud bang! of a gunshot suddenly pulled both soldiers out of their private world and into reality. Havoc's eyes darted up to a large man at the pub's entrance, the barrel of his gun still smoking as one of the employees dropped to the ground with a thud. Immediately, screams filled the air and Cromwell quickly looked over to Havoc, who had already jumped away from their table, drawing his gun and taking deadly aim at the murderer. Scrambling to join his superior, Cromwell also drew his gun, waiting for some kind of hint on what to do next.
The man grinned as several more burst in through the door with assault rifles and opened fire, spraying bullets recklessly across the pub.
"Everyone, get down!" Havoc yelled, running to take cover behind the bar. The air quickly filled up with the sounds of gunfire, shattering glass, and screams. Cromwell was close to his side, his hands shaking as he gripped his gun, tears swelling up in the corners of his widened eyes. Shit, how the hell are we-
Havoc never got to finish his thought.
In a panic, Cromwell sprung straight up to his feet to shoot. Before his finger could pull the trigger, blood spattered out from the back of his head and slowly he dropped to his knees, slumping down against the back of the bar. Havoc's eyes widened and everything else seemed to fade into useless obscurity. All he could see was the rookie's face, forever frozen in panic and fear, resting awkwardly against the edge of a shelf as blood bubbled up from the back of his head, a black hole etched into his forehead.
Chips of wood flew around him as the bar began to succumb under the barrage of bullets, and he knew he'd need new cover soon. Inching towards the end of the bar, he leaned around the corner and fired his gun, the thug closest to him falling to the floor. One down, he thought as he quickly retreated behind the weakening structure, maybe I can get out of this without looking like Swiss cheese. After a moment, he heard gunfire shooting up into the roof and a series of short screams and whimpers, and realized he hadn't heard anything from the civilians since the initial panic, until now. Peeking around again, he saw the men ushering the people into the far corner, his gun aimed at the ceiling to assert control if they fought back.
This was his chance.
A thick wooden pillar near the entrance of the pub was still intact, and was only a short distance away. With the men's focus on the civilians, it was his chance to take cover before shooting back and hopefully ending this attack. Silently he darted forward, his eyes locked on that pillar. I've got this, I can make it out ali-
He hadn't seen the original shooter in the shadows, but he definitely heard the shots. His body stopped, his momentum throwing him forward across the floor. He felt the burning in his stomach and his uniform quickly growing wet and sticky with warm blood. He squirmed in pain, trying to draw breath but choking and spitting up blood onto the floor. The man walked over to him, each footstep feeling like approaching death, and his vision was blurring but he could see that disgusting grin as plain as day.
"Thought I saw two rats in here."
Havoc tried to sit up, the whole front of his military garb already soaked in red, his legs trying to push him back to get away from the grinning terrorist who towered over him, like a cockroach wriggling in vain as it died. Blood continued to gush out past his lips, his muscles finally giving way and he fell back against the floor, his breath erratic as he began choking again.
"Those stars on your shoulder," the man spoke with a dark chuckle, "of what value are they to you now?" Leaning forward, he pushed the tip of his gun against Havoc's head, his finger moving to the trigger.
"No, stop! Don't kill him!"
The gun remained against the soldier's head, but the man quickly looked up to see a young lady standing at the open doorway, her strikingly purple eyes widened with fear. Before he could react, her panicked expression suddenly faded and she blinked before sighing and shrugging her shoulders. "Okay fine, you can kill him."
His eyes narrowed in confusion but he never got the chance to process this odd interruption before massive jaws, lined with razor sharp teeth, suddenly clamped shut over his head. With a swish and a snap, the shooter's headless body dropped, his gun clattering to the floor beside him. Havoc's own eyes widened as he stared in horror at the monstrous form looming over them, nearly twice the height of the murderer and definitely twice his bulk. It's muscular build was visible even under its inky black fur, and its purple eyes seemed to shine brightly, despite the dim lighting of the pub and Havoc's fading vision. With a snarl, the creature turned its attention to the other shooters and charged at them, inciting another wave of screams and gunfire. The girl, however, dropped to her knees at the blonde soldier's side as he coughed out another rush of blood. Looking up at her, everything else seemed to fade away.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen... though admittedly that may be because he was about to die.
Her skin was smooth and porcelain white, her kind eyes bright and full of life, her long black hair gently falling around her soft and feminine face. How dreadfully, tragically ironic that his last words would be to a gorgeous, potentially single girl. His bloodied lips weakly twitched into a faint smile.
"H-hey... beautiful."
A red blush swept across her cheeks and she let out a soft laugh, smiling down at him. "Don't worry, just hang in there, we'll get y-"
Mid sentence, a bullet collided with her temple, and Havoc watched the blood spurt out the other side of her head. Her hand on his shoulder, which he hadn't even felt until now, loosened its grip, her body slumping forward against him. Nope, that right there was the tragic part, he thought to himself, the black edges of his vision creeping towards the center until all he could see was black.
"-hang in there-"
"-hang in there-"
Her words and her beautiful voice replayed in his mind until there was nothing left.
With a smile, her mother leaned her head back in her chair and shook her head. "No, everything on the list should do it. Please be careful, sweetie."
"Roger that," the younger female responded playfully and headed for the front door. "Come on, Aiden," she called out as a jet-black fox darted out to take his regular spot at her side, and the two left their cozy farmhouse in the countryside, off to Central to pick up groceries and supplies.
MY LITTLE MONSTER
Chapter 1: My Fateful Encounter
"Devon Cromwell, right?"
"Yes, sir!"
The 2nd Lieutenant narrowed his gaze as he took a moment to size up the new kid. Fresh out of training, his remarkably keen senses landed him right here in Roy Mustang's team. But with Colonel Mustang always keeping himself busy with something or another, it had fallen on his right-hand man Jean Havoc to take the newbie out for a spin. His head tilted slightly as he pursed his lips together, wondering what the hell kind of bullshit mission they could go on just to break the ice and dismantle the awkward silence of a nervous stranger amidst close friends. "We'll be working together from now on, so please, just Havoc is fine. Anyways, I thought maybe we could hit the streets, do a little footwork, get to know each other."
"Oh, uh, sure! Community policing tactics, right?"
"Huh?" The blonde cocked a brow, his smoking cigarette hanging carelessly from his lips.
"Community policing, you know, bonding with civilians, building up positive relations, it's supposed to be a more efficient way of deterring potential crime!"
"You don't say..." He replied, having never been bothered to feign interest in conversations when he couldn't care less. The kid seemed pretty book smart, but then again, in this line of work, the books only get you so far. "Well! You ready to go?" Without waiting for an answer, he started for the door, just hoping to find something - anything - that they could possibly bond over or talk about that didn't involve a school lesson.
"Yes, sir- I mean, Havoc, sir- I mean, Second Lieutenant- sir!" Cromwell quickly jumped forward to follow Havoc out into the hallway.
"Eh, we'll work on that."
"These patterns are so gorgeous, Mrs Taylor!" The girl said with a bright smile as she held up a large piece of fabric, hand-dyed by the shop owner. "You never cease to amaze me with all these colors you come up with!"
"Oh, Saya," the older woman cooed with a grin, "you flatter me every time you visit. How are your folks doing?"
"They're fine," Saya replied, throwing various fabrics over her shoulder as she continued to look through them, "just made a new trade agreement with a few new stores up here, so Mother wanted to indulge and make some new pretty dresses for us."
"Well you know you'll have to stop by all prettied up so I can see her work!"
"Sure thing, Mrs Taylor!"
"And I see Aiden hasn't changed much. Just as well behaved as ever."
She glanced over her shoulder to the fox, calmly waiting by the door for her to finish, his own amethyst eyes glancing up to meet her own. "Yep, he's never caused any trouble at all." After a bit more chit-chat, she'd settled on the fabrics she wanted and paid for them with the money she'd gotten from her mother. Mrs Taylor packaged them all up into a neat bundle and Saya was soon out the door and on her way again, with the fox silently trotting alongside her.
"Mommy! Mommy, look!"
The two looked up as they passed a little girl tugging on her mom's sleeve, her eyes glued to the fox. Saya gave the girl a warm smile and nodded her head towards Aiden. "He's very friendly, if you want to pet him."
The little girl's eyes widened with excitement and as soon as her mom gave her the okay, she nearly pounced on the fox, playing with his large pointed ears and ruffling the soft black fur on his head and neck. His fluffy tail flickered behind him and he leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her cheek, making her laugh. After a moment, her mom urged her to come along and thanked Saya before continuing down the sidewalk.
I really like when that happens.
Yeah, me too.
.
.
.
The daylight was quickly sinking down towards the horizon and Saya now carried several bags and packages with her as they walked down the street. Like every time, she'd accidentally spent too much time chatting with the shop owners at each of her stops and had taken up the entire day - not that she particularly minded, though. Living out in a rural countryside was quiet and peaceful but could also be dreadfully boring, and not to mention lonely. Sure, she had her parents and there was always Aiden, but they both shared this thirst for adventure that was never really quenched properly on the farm.
The two came to a brief stop as they waited for a car to drive by before crossing the street, but as they went to continue, they both stopped abruptly. Both of their heads tilted for a moment, before suddenly perking up, and they looked to each other, perfectly mirroring each other's movements.
Did you feel that?
Yeah, something's not right.
It was nearby, too.
Should we go check it out?
. . . Yeah. Let's go.
Crossing the street, they made another turn and began walking in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was a sound, or a smell - what it was exactly, Saya wasn't sure. But something had caused a chill down her spine, and she knew to trust her instincts.
And to trust his instincts.
To 2nd Lt. Havoc's pleasure, Private Cromwell had actually seemed to loosen up pretty well after having a couple drinks. He'd shown the new kid the main routes for walking the blocks, introduced him to some prominent community members, shown him which areas were more problematic than others, even let him deal with a low-level pickpocket they caught, and finally as the day was concluding, he'd brought him to a little corner pub that offered some of the best whiskey in all of Central.
A few shots in and Cromwell had finally dropped his tense, nervous demeanor, and the two laughed and joked over some of the day's events. A few more drinks and the conversation went into more heavy topics, like why each of them had decided to join the Military, and some of the things Havoc had encountered over the last several years. It wasn't anything too groundbreaking, but Havoc felt like he'd made some progress with the newbie and was beginning to drop his initial doubts. Cromwell was young and inexperienced, but bright and quick to pick up on new things, and once he was comfortable enough, he could crack some witty jokes. He would surely fit in well with the others, once he really found his niche in the gang, but maybe it wasn't so bad after all to have someone new join the freakshow, as the late Hughes used to say.
People came and went from the small pub, and the ringing of the bell as the door opened and closed had become nothing but background noise to their conversation. However, the loud bang! of a gunshot suddenly pulled both soldiers out of their private world and into reality. Havoc's eyes darted up to a large man at the pub's entrance, the barrel of his gun still smoking as one of the employees dropped to the ground with a thud. Immediately, screams filled the air and Cromwell quickly looked over to Havoc, who had already jumped away from their table, drawing his gun and taking deadly aim at the murderer. Scrambling to join his superior, Cromwell also drew his gun, waiting for some kind of hint on what to do next.
The man grinned as several more burst in through the door with assault rifles and opened fire, spraying bullets recklessly across the pub.
"Everyone, get down!" Havoc yelled, running to take cover behind the bar. The air quickly filled up with the sounds of gunfire, shattering glass, and screams. Cromwell was close to his side, his hands shaking as he gripped his gun, tears swelling up in the corners of his widened eyes. Shit, how the hell are we-
Havoc never got to finish his thought.
In a panic, Cromwell sprung straight up to his feet to shoot. Before his finger could pull the trigger, blood spattered out from the back of his head and slowly he dropped to his knees, slumping down against the back of the bar. Havoc's eyes widened and everything else seemed to fade into useless obscurity. All he could see was the rookie's face, forever frozen in panic and fear, resting awkwardly against the edge of a shelf as blood bubbled up from the back of his head, a black hole etched into his forehead.
Chips of wood flew around him as the bar began to succumb under the barrage of bullets, and he knew he'd need new cover soon. Inching towards the end of the bar, he leaned around the corner and fired his gun, the thug closest to him falling to the floor. One down, he thought as he quickly retreated behind the weakening structure, maybe I can get out of this without looking like Swiss cheese. After a moment, he heard gunfire shooting up into the roof and a series of short screams and whimpers, and realized he hadn't heard anything from the civilians since the initial panic, until now. Peeking around again, he saw the men ushering the people into the far corner, his gun aimed at the ceiling to assert control if they fought back.
This was his chance.
A thick wooden pillar near the entrance of the pub was still intact, and was only a short distance away. With the men's focus on the civilians, it was his chance to take cover before shooting back and hopefully ending this attack. Silently he darted forward, his eyes locked on that pillar. I've got this, I can make it out ali-
He hadn't seen the original shooter in the shadows, but he definitely heard the shots. His body stopped, his momentum throwing him forward across the floor. He felt the burning in his stomach and his uniform quickly growing wet and sticky with warm blood. He squirmed in pain, trying to draw breath but choking and spitting up blood onto the floor. The man walked over to him, each footstep feeling like approaching death, and his vision was blurring but he could see that disgusting grin as plain as day.
"Thought I saw two rats in here."
Havoc tried to sit up, the whole front of his military garb already soaked in red, his legs trying to push him back to get away from the grinning terrorist who towered over him, like a cockroach wriggling in vain as it died. Blood continued to gush out past his lips, his muscles finally giving way and he fell back against the floor, his breath erratic as he began choking again.
"Those stars on your shoulder," the man spoke with a dark chuckle, "of what value are they to you now?" Leaning forward, he pushed the tip of his gun against Havoc's head, his finger moving to the trigger.
"No, stop! Don't kill him!"
The gun remained against the soldier's head, but the man quickly looked up to see a young lady standing at the open doorway, her strikingly purple eyes widened with fear. Before he could react, her panicked expression suddenly faded and she blinked before sighing and shrugging her shoulders. "Okay fine, you can kill him."
His eyes narrowed in confusion but he never got the chance to process this odd interruption before massive jaws, lined with razor sharp teeth, suddenly clamped shut over his head. With a swish and a snap, the shooter's headless body dropped, his gun clattering to the floor beside him. Havoc's own eyes widened as he stared in horror at the monstrous form looming over them, nearly twice the height of the murderer and definitely twice his bulk. It's muscular build was visible even under its inky black fur, and its purple eyes seemed to shine brightly, despite the dim lighting of the pub and Havoc's fading vision. With a snarl, the creature turned its attention to the other shooters and charged at them, inciting another wave of screams and gunfire. The girl, however, dropped to her knees at the blonde soldier's side as he coughed out another rush of blood. Looking up at her, everything else seemed to fade away.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen... though admittedly that may be because he was about to die.
Her skin was smooth and porcelain white, her kind eyes bright and full of life, her long black hair gently falling around her soft and feminine face. How dreadfully, tragically ironic that his last words would be to a gorgeous, potentially single girl. His bloodied lips weakly twitched into a faint smile.
"H-hey... beautiful."
A red blush swept across her cheeks and she let out a soft laugh, smiling down at him. "Don't worry, just hang in there, we'll get y-"
Mid sentence, a bullet collided with her temple, and Havoc watched the blood spurt out the other side of her head. Her hand on his shoulder, which he hadn't even felt until now, loosened its grip, her body slumping forward against him. Nope, that right there was the tragic part, he thought to himself, the black edges of his vision creeping towards the center until all he could see was black.
"-hang in there-"
"-hang in there-"
Her words and her beautiful voice replayed in his mind until there was nothing left.
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author's notes So my username literally came from this OC of mine, like over 8 years ago, and naturally I am just now getting around to writing a story... xD I mean, I've had Sin (Saya & Aiden) as a character that long, but I was never able to come up with a proper storyline for her. Nothing really felt right, so I always put off writing it. Also I couldn't figure out if I wanted to ship her with Havoc or Kimblee, but let's be honest, Kimblee would be hard to write into a believable ship... xD and Havoc is a precious cinnamon roll who deserves much more love than he gets (in the show and out).
This is indeed a Havoc x OC story, so fret not! Havoc is not dead! Oh and this is post-2003 anime/movie, not Brotherhood.
story synopsis An odd homunculus becomes the center of Military attention after saving civilians and a soldier from a violent terrorist attack in Central. Are Mustang and his men ready to trust her, only a couple of years after the destruction caused by seven of them? And with rising tension between Amestris and a country to the north, will they have much of a choice?
table of contents Chapter 1: My Fateful Encounter
Obvious disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist or any characters from the show. Saya, Aiden, and Devon are characters of my own creation, however.
Preview image is a digital photomanipulation of Zatsune.
This story is also hosted over at Fanfiction.net (click here for it!)and is where I'll update the story as it's written. It may take a while for me to move each chapter over here, so if you're curious about updates, check over there first!
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