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scriveyner) wrote2013-04-13 05:46 pm
scriveyner) wrote2013-04-13 05:46 pm
Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Samurai) - Rambling
Title: Rambling
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Hagane no Samurai
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 751
Summary:
The scent of wood-burning fire carried far on the crisp night air. It was cold out, even for this far into spring; the sakura had bloomed early, the white-pink petals scattered across the landscape like a fresh winter’s snow. Hagane sat, his back to a tree, one arm tucked around his katana, the sheathed weapon lay propped against his shoulder.
He should have stopped earlier in the day, before the sun sank past the horizon. There had been an old temple that looked a decent shelter, but he had neglected to stop there. He did not like staying the night in old temples – not for fear of robbers and thieves, but for the fact that there seemed an overabundance of restless kami that took residence in such neglected structures.
Hagane had a long, and not entirely fond, history with kami. He would much rather not cross paths, but oftentimes fate spoke otherwise. He felt it much wiser though to not tempt the fates themselves directly, and instead settled on sleeping out in the open, albeit cold, night air.
It had been a quiet few weeks. He had lost the trail of the bakemono – a frustrating thing, but as he had recovered his daishou he simply did not move with the same urgency. The winds of change were blowing him in other directions, and he would soon be called back to Kyoto. To what end he was not certain, but with his own swords in hand again.
To be called back in to Kyoto meant facing Kaji-san again. And he did not know if he had the ability to face the man without shame. It was hard to misinterpret the look that Kaji-san had given him when he last left the city. It was not as if he was unaware of the effect that he had on the man, but it deeply unsettled him. He was bushi, even if the circumstances of his birth could call his mother’s honor into question, and no matter what he would not allow Kaji-san to smell the discomfort on him.
He was bushi. And that meant facing his fear, not running from it.
The hand tucked around his blade was flesh, cooled by the heavy weight of sword and sheathe. It would be so easy to sleep here, head propped up by the hilt, straw cloak tucked in around himself to keep him warm … but a pall of unease had settled on the young ronin.
Kaji was supposedly bound in to the strict regime of the Roshigumi. He spent time in Kyoto patrolling the streets with the rest of the men – and he had been very insistent that Hagane join their ranks. Hagane was not keen on that thought though – while he supported the Shogunate, he did not have any desire to be bound into the strict and archaic laws the rogue police force had constructed. He was perfectly content being a ronin, having never served a lord.
The shrill cry of an owl rent the silent night air, and left the hair along the back of Hagane’s neck standing on end. He was not scared of birds, nor of the likely creatures that caused such a response from the owl – but it brought him back to full wakefulness quickly.
One could never be too careful, in these woods.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Hagane no Samurai
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 751
Summary:
The scent of wood-burning fire carried far on the crisp night air. It was cold out, even for this far into spring; the sakura had bloomed early, the white-pink petals scattered across the landscape like a fresh winter’s snow. Hagane sat, his back to a tree, one arm tucked around his katana, the sheathed weapon lay propped against his shoulder.
He should have stopped earlier in the day, before the sun sank past the horizon. There had been an old temple that looked a decent shelter, but he had neglected to stop there. He did not like staying the night in old temples – not for fear of robbers and thieves, but for the fact that there seemed an overabundance of restless kami that took residence in such neglected structures.
Hagane had a long, and not entirely fond, history with kami. He would much rather not cross paths, but oftentimes fate spoke otherwise. He felt it much wiser though to not tempt the fates themselves directly, and instead settled on sleeping out in the open, albeit cold, night air.
It had been a quiet few weeks. He had lost the trail of the bakemono – a frustrating thing, but as he had recovered his daishou he simply did not move with the same urgency. The winds of change were blowing him in other directions, and he would soon be called back to Kyoto. To what end he was not certain, but with his own swords in hand again.
To be called back in to Kyoto meant facing Kaji-san again. And he did not know if he had the ability to face the man without shame. It was hard to misinterpret the look that Kaji-san had given him when he last left the city. It was not as if he was unaware of the effect that he had on the man, but it deeply unsettled him. He was bushi, even if the circumstances of his birth could call his mother’s honor into question, and no matter what he would not allow Kaji-san to smell the discomfort on him.
He was bushi. And that meant facing his fear, not running from it.
The hand tucked around his blade was flesh, cooled by the heavy weight of sword and sheathe. It would be so easy to sleep here, head propped up by the hilt, straw cloak tucked in around himself to keep him warm … but a pall of unease had settled on the young ronin.
Kaji was supposedly bound in to the strict regime of the Roshigumi. He spent time in Kyoto patrolling the streets with the rest of the men – and he had been very insistent that Hagane join their ranks. Hagane was not keen on that thought though – while he supported the Shogunate, he did not have any desire to be bound into the strict and archaic laws the rogue police force had constructed. He was perfectly content being a ronin, having never served a lord.
The shrill cry of an owl rent the silent night air, and left the hair along the back of Hagane’s neck standing on end. He was not scared of birds, nor of the likely creatures that caused such a response from the owl – but it brought him back to full wakefulness quickly.
One could never be too careful, in these woods.