Without Any Meaning -LW-

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Alpha

(1)The first letter of the Greek alphabet represented in the English alphabet as "a"
(2)A code word for the letter "A," used in international radio communications
(3)The brightest or main star in a constellation

Some things in life can’t be changed. Some things, are just like that. Some things just never change, no matter how hard you try.

No matter what you do, you can never change it.

Nothing you could have done to prevent it.

Nothing you could have done at all.

And this is just how life goes.

Dear Roy, That is how the letter began, but even at that point the woman writing it wanted to crumble it up and toss it away. Even though she loved writing, almost obsessed with it in a way, she wrote on the walls of her room, on her skin, she was almost always seen with a note pads. Her bathroom walls and mirror had permanent blush pink stains on them from her writing on the walls with cheap lipstick when she suddenly had an idea in the shower. Which surprisingly, happened a lot.

But she had never written anything but thermos and math equations and… well, that doesn’t matter. She had never written a letter in her life.

Frowning at the words and exclaiming a loud, ‘screw it!’ she began to furiously write down everything that she was feeling at the moment, before going on to write about why the real reason she was actually writing this letter, why she couldn’t meet him or call him because she was too pressure for time, and besides, the both of them were paranoid that the phones were bugged, and they had surveillances watching his office and her house. The letter itself was conveniently encoded by her chicken scratch handwriting, it was pretty hard to read, and she was actually trying right now, too.

Frowning down on the sheet of paper sitting on the cluttered desk in her room, squinting to read her handwriting in the dark- the fact that she never turned on the lights for anything might have something to do with her bad handwriting, she can’t see what she’s writing- and made a face and actually crumbled it up this time and threw it over her shoulder, so it join with other wadded up papers.

Thirty minutes later-after cursing the paper and biting her thumb- she finally got the letter done, before getting up off of the chair she was sitting up, picking up her jacket and leaving the house.

Dear Roy,
Today, I know that you are going to come to my house. Obviously, because you told me, despite the fact that seventy-four percent of the time you like to come by to annoy the living HELL out of me to check up on me.

She went to the train station, her jaw set; her gaze fierce, but the smirk dancing on her cherry red lips said that she was excited, anticipation transmuted into exhilaration. Her emerald green eyes, hidden behind her bangs and her gray pinstripe fedora, which had an ace of clubs card wedged in the ribbon that wrapped around her hat, and a joker behind that card. Purchasing her tickets for the subway that would carry her to a ‘worse’ part of the city. The part where young women were raped in the streets, runaways hid in warehouses, gangs rivaled over territory and druggies stayed holed up in the back always because the sunlight was too much for their blood-shot, light sensitive eyes.

The train was mostly empty, taking a seat closets to the door, Kira waited-not for long, but it seemed like the longest fifteen minutes in her life-to arrive the ghetto.


You will probably come into my room because you are an inconsiderate as* because you want to see if I’m doing okay. I’m not going to be here today. I have some business to take care of. If you can even call it business. I’m going to the south side of Tokyo. If I don’t come back by tomorrow, you can go looking for in a hospital. Or you can organize a search party to look for my dead body in a sewer. Just kidding.

Stepping out of the train and making her way out of the underground terminal onto the sunlight of the ghetto streets, the smell of death-a mixture of urine, smoke, and beer- greeted her eerily like a haunt of sorts, floating around her. It was very much like a dream she had once. The smell was everywhere in said dream, and small, baby like hands completely black snaked out of the ground and seized her arms and legs, dragging her down, down, down down…

But of course, she wasn’t being dragged off of somewhere, so it was just the smell that they had in common.

Casting a short glance around, her green eyes darted back and forth, seeing if anyone was following her or watching her. All people were suspicious right now. Kira eyed a man leaning against a brick wall, smoking a cigarette. A filthy woman sat in front of a ran-down store, a hat in her hand, begging for money. A young boy, with a bottle of beer he probably stole, hid in the shadows of the tall, worn down buildings.

Kira glanced around one more time before she began walking. The frigid air was blowing against her, the sharp winds causing her eyes to sting and water. Rubbing one eye gingerly, she blinked a couple of times, and flipped the collar of her jacket up, the collar turned up to her ears. The wind died down a bit, only to pick back up at random intervals, the sharp wind really was quite a nuisance, and Kira cursed at it softly and she sauntered through the stench covered streets, stepping over trash and broken bottles. She was beginning to wish that she had worn different shoes, the slender, four and half inch heel that she worn probably weren’t the best for walking this distance, but Kira worn them for different reasons. High heels could be nice weapons when one is in a tight spot.

Finally, she was here. She stood outside of the rusting, metal warehouse for a moment, the wind tousling and tangling her long, silky black hair. She ran her hand through it a couple of times to get out the knots caused by the guise before she opened the heavy door and stepped inside.

Da*n. He wasn’t kidding.

You see, I received a phone call from an old enemy. To be quite honest, I don’t remember him but that might have something to do with the fact that my list of enemies was-and still is- pretty long. Okay, that’s an understatement. Back in my glory days, I made a lot of people very angry.

But he doesn’t know that I don’t like innocent lives being taken. I know that this is a trap, I absolutely know it. But that doesn’t matter. I have to save all of these people, Roy. I simply cannot just turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to this situation.

There is a bomb, located in the south side of the city. I have to go and defuse it. I promise that I’ll be okay. I’ll be back after I’m done, and I’ve taken care of this sick bas***d.

With love,

Kira



There it was.

Sitting in the center.

Taking a few steps forward, Kira held her breath. This was a delicate situation, the tiniest thing gone wrong and boom. No more Kira.

Taking a few more cautious steps forward, Kira kept her eyes on the explosive charge sitting in the middle of the warehouse. Kira slipped out of her jacket and discarded it on the floor, becoming incredibly nervous. It had been a long while since she had to something as risky and dangerous as this. She felt a bit of sweat tricking down the temple of her head despite the cold weather, along with that, her palms were clammy, and she gently patted them on the gray pinstripe pants that she was wearing.

Still watching the bomb, the ticking sound getting louder as she came closer, she didn’t watch her step.

CLICK

Looking down, she discovered a lose bit of floorboard, and she instantly knew what that meant.

The detonator was under it.

It took a little under five seconds, Kira didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to ‘watch her life’ flash before her eyes.

It was all over.

The roaring sound of the bomb going off made her ears ring loudly, she twisted her head to one side, the hot air from the explosion blowing her head out of her face, and she flew backwards. Flames followed after, with a loud foosh. Kira inhaled to scream, which was a bad, bad mistake. At her intake of breath, the flames traveled down her mouth and her throat before they died out, burning the inside of her mouth and esophagus. Kira coughed and sputtered, her ear ringing, her eyesight fading in and out… in and out…

In and out…

Kira lost consciousness.


Fifteen minutes later, Kira awoke to the smell of burning hair and flesh. She opened her eyes and found that she was lying on her left side, and she couldn’t see anything above her, on her right. The flames danced and licked their way across the warehouse, burning anything in its path. The sound was dulled to Kira, but she did not doubt that the roaring sound of the flames would be the only sound she would be able to hear anyways.

She looked around for a moment, dizzy as little stars danced around the edge of her vision and she couldn’t even see anything to the right of her body, or hear, for that matter. She groaned softly and looked at her head when she felt something warm and wet slide between her fingers and her palms. She noticed almost immediately that it was covered with red. Blood.

It’s blood. That’s my blood, oh God, that is a lot of my blood… Lolling her head back slightly so she wouldn’t have to look at the cruor life-source. She looked around again.

Cursing softly until she found out that it hurt her throat to bad, she pulled herself up among the flames. At least, she tried to. She almost cried out when she found that she couldn’t move her right leg and with a horrified expression, she looked down to find that millions of little shards from the bomb had flown into it, along with a large chuck of metal, which she would see the bump on the other side of her leg, where it hadn’t impaled through all the way but was almost there. It looked like a piece of raw, ground meat.
Oh my God, oh my God… Kira’s thoughts were frantic, and she felt herself sway as her body threatened to pass out on herself. It felt like another bomb had gone off in her brain, with the splitting headache that she had. She blinked a few times and her head hung, almost passing out again, but the smell of her burning flesh, hair and her blood kept her away.
I’ll… I’ll just have to drag myself to the door… She decided, placing her hands firmly on the ground, her eyes streaming down the soot of her face, a mixture of tears and her eyes watering from the heat and smoke, she slid herself on the ground, navigating through the orange flames that licked the top of the warehouse. It was painstakingly long, with her headache, her lack of decent eyesight and hearing, and with her head throbbing in her skull. But when she finally reached the door, a trail of her blood following after her, she pulled herself outside and collapsed on the cool ground, her breath catching painfully in her throat and she coughed pitifully.

Roy… Roy… I just need Roy… Her fried brain thought desperately. I just need Roy here… he’ll make everything better… Roy would make everything alright.

And she passed out again, the flaming warehouse behind her with her blood smeared on the ground. The smoke piled up into the sky, the black looking like a gloomy stain against the gray and white sky. And her breathing became shallow.

Roy…

A painless lesson is one without any meaning. One who does not sacrifice anything cannot achieve anything either

((Hopefully this works. You can have Roy find her there or skip to the hospital or whatever. ^^'))

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The smell of the sterile hospital didn't seem much better to the bomb expert. He glanced around the white and cream halls. The man was set close to Kira's room. Just waiting for the doctors to let him go in to see her. Finding her hadn't been hard. Just look for the giant billow of smoke. The letter, after he had decoded the chicken scratch, had made fair enough sense. Sort of.

Referring back to the fire and the bomb, he wondered why Kira had gone in alone. Scratch that, he wondered... Never mind, he knew exactly why Kira did everything the way she did. Working alone was sort of her thing, wasn't it? He had gotten wind of the explosion and immediately thought of Kira. So, he'd shown up to see people running about, trying to get anyone out that was in, while Kira had been moved from in front of the doorway.

With his experience he wasn't too needed. Not enough for him to go over there instead of checking on Kira. Whom was bleeding heavily. There were a few people around her at that time attempting to staunch bleeding. It seemed she was unconscious. Which she had been. So at least she wasn't feeling all the pain. Though, afterwords, it would hurt like hell.

Of course he'd ended up following the ambulance, so here he was in the hospital. Just in the hallway, well, till a nurse finally told him he could go into the room. Walking into it he paused a foot or so from her. Jeez, that bomb had been close to her. Hit her hard it seemed. Well, it wasn't so much as seeming, it was quite obvious really. Considering she had lost her leg...

((Bleh... I tried. P: Hope this works, and I figured she can wake up and see him. Ya know... XD))

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((^^ that works. I'm gonna add some dream/flashback stuff in here, if that's okay ^^' Only a bit, though.... so yeah... XDD))

There was a woman reading an old fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty, to some young children gather at her feet. She spoke in a slow, soft, and kind voice. Her words were perfectly articulated, it was a nice voice, one that was pleasant to listen to, so no one could really understand why their other guest kept fidgeting in the back, her back propped up against the door frame as she scuffed at the wooden floor with her socked foot and playing with the hem of her sweater.

The unknown guest- the one at the door way, the lady reading the book was very well-known in the orphanage- was apparently here to visit her younger brother, who upstairs solving British word searches-he found them tougher and more delightful the Japanese ones- and she had no desire to do that, so she had come down stairs, interested somewhat by the story telling, she leaned against the doorway to the room to listen.

Finally, the young girl snapped.


"What. The. H*ll."
"... Excuse me?"
"What the H*ll? I mean, honestly, she couldn't even save herself."
The lady reading smiled softly and reminded gently, "She was cursed."
"Yeah? So what? She knew about it. If I were her, I wouldn't go around on my fifteenth birthday groping any spindles."
‘Groping’ was a big word for a girl of her age, but if anything was to be learned by her brother, than this little girl wasn’t your average child.
The lady smiled in understanding almost. "You don't like Briar Rose because she couldn't save herself."
"Shut up."
"You’re upset because you can relate to her."
"I said shut up!"
“You’re mad because you can’t save yourself.”
“SHUT UP!”

Turning around in a fury and making a mad-dash for the stairs, almost slipping in her socked feet, she ran as quickly as she could up the stairs and she could be heard slamming the door shut of her brother’s room above.

And then it was silent, before the lady began to read again like it was all natural. But anyone could see that this girl, was just another helpless Briar Rose.

Two eyes fluttered open.

The white.

So much white.

The white was surrounding her. Swallowing her whole, the walls, the floors, the blankets, her clothes. Swirling around her, around and around and around. Kira because to breathe in quick, shallow breaths as soon as she woke up, her heart franticly pounding against her aching rib cage.
THA-THUMP THA-THUMP THA-THUMP

It’s going to swallow you alive

Kira struggled to calm down, for the signs of her panic attack where beginning to show on the monitor placed on the wall behind her.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. She had to keep her mind focused, clear, she knew this even in her drugged-up state, where the walls were spinning spinning spinning spinning…

Concentrate.

Roy. Her thoughts went to immediately, she couldn’t help it, it was an instant reaction from even when she had first met him, when things got bad, she would focus on HIM and ignore everything else, with his face and voice in her mind. When she was the Little Dragon, and the Night Watchman and things weren’t going right, or she had been captured by a rivaling gang and they were crushing the frail bones in her fingers to try and get her to talk, she could keep in her mind, Roy Roy Roy Roy Roy. Maybe because he was such an unforgettable person. Average height, but with strong, wide shoulders and a toned body, the way he held himself with an air of importance. Ice on the outside, fire on the inside.

He can’t do anything to help you now. You’re alone in this mess
Shut up

In the swirling, swallowing whiteness, there was a smudge of black in her vision, streaking across the ceiling which she was currently looking at like an ugly infection in the white. Turning her head in its direction to get a look at it, she soon released that there was nothing infectious or scarred about whiteness around her, but it was in her own vision, like something ON her eye, which began to panic the drugged-out woman and she sucked her breath painfully.

You’re diseased. Scarred. Crippled
Am not. I’m Kira. Nothing can stop me
You’re just like a leper. No one will want to look at you
Shut up

At this moment, she noticed a figure standing in the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the new splash of color in the terrible, threatening blankness of her hospital room, the blue of the army uniforms, combined with pale skin and dark hair, matched with onyx eyes, which appeared slightly navy in the lighting of the room.
Roy
He can’t help you now

There he was. For the moment, she forgot about the blackness in her right eye, and forgot that now that she had her right side turned away from the heart monitor she could no longer hear it, but she probably didn’t know yet that her hearing was messed up, With her one hand that wasn’t burned and stitched up from the fact that they had to pull out embedded pieces of metal from her skin and meat, she weakly reached out for him until she let her hand clamp around the cool metal railing of her bed and gazed fondly over at him, she opened her mouth to speak, but found that it even hurt to open her burned lips so she closed them, though it was clear that she wanted him closer to her.
Roy. I knew that you would make things better
[/i]Why would he want to come closer to you? You’re ugly now. You’ll never be beautiful again[/i][/b]

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((Holy freaking... *struggles to scrap together a slightly good post*))

Roy, still at the doorway as Kira started to wake up, paused for a moment. The frantic beeping of the heart monitor was annoying despite the fact that it could be useful at times. He wondered if how it was beating was frantic. But before he had the thought to ask a nurse it seemed to calm a bit. So the man returned his gaze from the hall back to Kira. He shifted slightly before walking over to her as she started to lift her hand.

Because he was oh so lost for words, he didn't speak just yet. Instead he set a hand over hers that was rested on the bed rail. Despite the fact that it's alright didn't seem like it made much sense to say, he said it. He wondered what was going on in her head, about all of this. The man worried for her, and wished that she hadn't been so stubborn and would have called for help instead of going in alone. But since that was Kira, and there was no changing her. No use in dwelling on it really, was there?

"Finally let me in to see you, took them a while to stitch you up and remove the debris." He said, unsure of what to say anyway. Oh yeah, there were plenty of Roy like comments to say, sarcastic, joking, and what not. But he did have his moments of... Niceness. It wasn't like he was a bad person, just had an odd personality.

((NAZI'S D8 *falls to the ground* Oh crap! It's not them this time... It's... It's... THE ALIENS!!! D8))

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((Oh noes!!))

Kira glanced over at Roy, feeling his large, warm hand over his. She looked down at her lap, not really wanting Roy to look at her.
“Yeah. Had a lot of junk in me.” She mumbled softly, her voice rough in her throat, and as soon as she uttered the words, she felt a burning, stinging feeling run down her throat and on her tongue, make her grimace and wince. It would probably be a while before she was able to swallow anything besides fulid, which probably meant the hospital would be feeding her nutrients through an I.V. until she got out, or at least until her throat and mouth healed. Maybe she could get Shade to bring her in a notepad later and a pen so that she could write instead of talk, because write now, this was turning out to be the worst sore throat she had ever had.

She looked down at her body, her gazed trouble and broken.
“… My leg is gone.” She commented calmly, keeping her voice as soft as possible. She looked down at where he right leg was supposed to be… she could have sworn that her leg was fully intact when she had dragged herself out of the burning warehouse, but then she remember how messed up it had been. She couldn’t move it and it had this huge chuck of metal sticking out like a giant thorn, and she also had some bone sticking out of her knee, too. She remembered the cold that she had felt on her bone which had once been nested softly in her warm muscle. It made sense now that they would remove it, it wasn’t like it could be saved.

Kira glanced over at Roy, her one good eye the only one with any shine in it, the other one, dead, dull, pale. Kira knew that there must be something wrong with it, according to some of the nurses, the tear ducts had been burned out, but that really didn’t matter anymore, she couldn’t see out of it. She imagined that it probably looked horrible. She probably looked horrible. Terrible.
How could anybody love somebody like you, you’re hideous. You’ll be out casted
Kira ignored the voice in her head and looked away from Roy again, keeping her green-eyes gaze down at her lap.


((Bleh. Mine is bad too.))

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((Only 'cause of mine. D8 And I told my mom and Kat about your signature and they both laughed a lot. XDD I did too though. LoL.))

Roy nodded slightly as she spoke. She was taking this rather calmly. Really he hadn't been sure what to expect from her once she knew the extent of the damage. Whether she would take it like this or worry, freak out or something of the like. He had a moment to wonder about what she was thinking. Why she kept looking down at her lap, and away. "I got there after everyone else it seemed. You were being put into an ambulance." The man added, slightly thoughtful about it.

"Kira, you are still alive." He pointed out, as though that meant whatever she looked like, whatever damage was done, it didn't matter. It was better then being dead, right? For some people, maybe not quite, but Roy figured it was better alive, missing a limb, and scarred up then six feet under. Despite his reputation with women, which was a bit large and colorful, he did love Kira. "But if somehow you have to go defuse a bomb, please call for some help. Not necessarily saying it has to be me. Just someone good at noticing things about the bombs and that can defuse it quickly." He added.

That sounder good, right? Not that it meant she would comply, but even Kira knew how to learn from her mistakes. He was pretty sure she knew better to do that then a lot of people. Taking a moment to look over her again, he thought of what she was thinking. Maybe if he could figure her out a bit, he could make her feel better. Maybe. Then he remembered something he had picked up, after being around Kira for so long, you got used to her writing constantly. Since she was going to be stuck in the hospital for a while, he had been thoughtful enough to pick up a pen and a notepad for her.

Pulling them out of his coat he handed them off to her. "Though you might need something to use your chicken scratch on." He stated with a slight smile down at her.

((Eh... P: Still bad... Blah...))

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((XDDDD I found that on dA and cracked up. LoL. I was like, 'That's so mean but so funny! So I'm gonna steal it! >=D'))

Kira didn’t like Roy patronizing her like that. At least, that’s how she saw it. Patronizing. What good was it to be alive if she could no longer stand up on her own? When her senses only worked half as good as they were supposed to.

Her bottom lip trembled at his words , she bit the charred pink flesh furiously to keep from crying, ignoring the shooting pains at her actions. Maybe the meds were making her depressed, maybe she had finally been driven to the edge and Roy’s words pushed her off of the ledge. When he told her that she was still alive, that made the desire to sob even worse, Kira clenched her small fists into the white sheets of the hospital bed and sniff, still chewing roughly on her lip.

“… Okay.” She said meekly at his request to ask for help next time. But it was doubtful that there would be a next time, the man who set this up was obviously in his house, laughing his head off right now that the great Kira Arata had actually fallen for his sick trap. The bomb wasn’t even all that powerful, it was designed specifically to take her out, probably to kill her, and maybe she was just lucky. Or maybe this was a case of bad luck. It didn’t kill her, but permanently crippled her, making her unable to do the things that she had before.

She turned her head, but kept it down, when Roy offered the pen and notepad to her. She took it, stared at the gift for a moment before she placed it in her lap and tried to figure out why there were two little wet marks on the paper. When she realized that she was crying, at those two wet spots where her tears, Kira was mortified to find that she couldn’t stop the tears. Lifting her hand to her face, she placed the back of her hand against her eyes, trying in vain to stop the tears.
She was a cripple now, she’d never be able to get to the respectable stance that she wanted, she’d never be able to leave a mark on this world, she’d never be able to take care of herself without some sort of help ever again, she was worthless, useless. She wished that bomb had killed her.

Ignoring the fact that now she couldn’t see out of her good eye due to the tears, she mumbled a small ‘thank you’ to Roy, not wanting to look at him in fear that he would see that she was crying, though he probably already knew.

((::is shot:

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Roy did notice her lip start to tremble. How she bit it. Her sudden uneasiness, then how she gripped the bed sheet. He had let his hands droop to his side. But he worried a bit for her, again. He wasn't trying to patronize her or anything, certainly not upset her. Though maybe he simply wasn't the person to be around Kira while she was hurt and... Depressed? So he decided to watch what he said better. Think about it thoroughly before saying it, if saying it.

"I'm sorry Kira, I didn't mean it... In a bad way." The man tried to step back figuratively and apologize for upsetting her. He just wasn't sure how he could possibly make her feel better right now. With the whole war thing, he knew the basis of what she must feel, crippled, upset, maybe a little helpless, though he couldn't help but doubt the later. Then again, maybe he was overestimating her for a moment. Kira didn't exactly have the healthiest mind. She thought differently and was strange, like all the other Arata's.

"Kira..." He said leaning over slightly to take her hand from her face, being careful, gentle. So that he could look her in her eyes, even if she couldn't see properly. "I love you." Roy said, serious. "And I'm here. Alright? I may not be the best company, but I do care about you." He kept looking at her for a moment. Waiting for a reply.

((It's hard playing Roy at the moment... So I thought this was okay... I can edit if it doesn't work. Gah! XP))

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((I thought it was a sweet post =3 It actually made me show some sort of emotion!))

The look on Kira’s face could only be described as that of a young child’s, looking first at Roy’s hand wrapped gently around her small wrist, and then her eyes traveling up to Roy’s face, her child-like wonder being displayed clearly on her face as Roy said this, momentarily stopping her tears that spilled out of one eye. But then the waterworks started all over again as she sobbed openly, having no idea how to react to Roy’s words. Love? Was she capable of feeling that? She was a monster of a woman, and she knew this. Love? How long had Roy loved her? They had never even dated, but maybe somewhere with all the other neglected emotions in her heart; she had always felt the same way for Roy. But being the person she was, she completely ignored these emotions, maybe because she didn’t want to admit it, maybe because she was afraid, maybe because she saw it as a weakness. Maybe because she really didn’t know what she felt.

Shade looking back over at her hand again before returning her gaze to Roy.
“…” She was silent for a while, the tears just pouring out of her eye, spilling down the left side of her face and dripping silently to the bed and running down her neck.
“… Please don’t leave me here alone.” She whispered to him. She didn’t know how to respond to Roy’s proclamation of him loving her, but if he said that he was going to be here, then she was going to make the childish request and ask that he didn’t leave her. It was her way of saying, ‘I love you too, Roy.’ Hopefully Roy would understand.

Actually, she was kind of afraid of saying those words. She felt it, but she thought that if she put those feeling into words, the moment she said them, he just might disappear from her life forever. In her twisted logic, that made since. So reaching across the bed rails, with her free arm she wrapped it around Roy’s shoulders and pulled Roy in for as close as a hug as the bedrail allowed.
“Please don’t leave me.” She mumbled into his shirt, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his chest, breathing in the smell of him.

((OHMIGAWD, SHOOT ME NOW IT'S A MARY-SUE MOMENNNTTTT...))

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((XD Well, I thought yours was sweet moment too. x3 I feel a lot of emotion so... Yeah... That's not much though... XP))

She was just crying more, he had hoped to help, but she cried more. Roy was worried he'd have to leave for a moment. But he ignored the worry and just watched her for a moment. Really, he was pretty sure he knew what he felt, now, what Kira felt, he was unsure. He knew some part of her, but that was hardly scratching the surface of who Kira was.

He relaxed a bit when she spoke, and he shook his head slightly and murmured a, 'no'. Of course he wasn't going to leave her. Taking a hand he wiped some tears from her face. When she leaned forward to hug him he put that arm around her as well. "I'm not going to Kira. I'm right here. Whenever you need me." He stated. The man ignored the fact that she was getting his coat wet, and instead wonder if the rough fabric would bother her skin.

((Don't murder me! D8 I tried before going to bed. XPP))

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((HEEE IISSS NOT ONE OF USSSS… EVIIIL AS PLAAAIINN AS THE SCAAAR ON HIS FAAAACE…))

Kira gave herself a moment to calm down; clinging onto Roy Mustang like a drowning man clung to a life boat. Taking a few deep, painfully breaths she managed to stop the tears momentarily, but still held onto Roy.
“… M’sorry.” She mumbled. She knew that the man probably didn’t handle tears very well, he was a military man, people were strong and fearless in his line of work, and they didn’t break down into tears over situation like this. At least, that’s how Kira saw the military. She for one had never seen Roy cry.

She looking up from his chest and forced a smile to her mouth.
“I-I’ll hold you to that.” She told him softly, the wetness still in her over-bright eyes. She removed her wrist from his grasp down as that she could wrap it around him in a tighter hug.

((::Is killed by Simba:

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((When you were adding to your as you put @$$. XD Anyway, I think we should end. We're dying and I'm not sure if I could really post anything else at this point, 'less it was say, a one liner. *dies at thought of it*))

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((XDD Ahaha, oops... Sure, if you want to end. XD))