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quiet_curiosity) wrote2007-02-09 08:01 pm
quiet_curiosity) wrote2007-02-09 08:01 pm
The Past Will Always Catch Up with You (1), for ![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days
Title: The Past Will Always Catch Up with You - 1 of 2
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (anime)
Characters: Sloth
Words: 354
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the creation of Hiromu Arakawa. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: The past cannot be forgotten. It can only be relived.
Written for31_days, prompt February 9 - the wandering wife
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She had no past.
Dante had said that she had never existed before that moment in the shack. She couldn’t remember anything before that second so why should she believe otherwise. It was, she thought, easier to believe what was right before one’s eyes instead of speculating on nonsense that could only be imagined.
Like anyone without a past, she knew that she had to move on and carve out her own future from the tools that she possessed. And nothing spelled a quick and easy future than a few “friends” stationed within the military.
She had a nice job and she believed in the future that they were all working towards. Sure, the occasional man had to die for that cause but everyone must sacrifice for something truly worthwhile to be accomplished.
She had no friends. She didn’t need them. Friends, she knew from her observations, would only ask innocuous yet tough questions that she wouldn’t be able to answer. They would know too much and they would have to be tossed aside because of that. It was better for everyone if she stayed to herself.
Her life was dull, repetitive, and a bit boring. But it was a life she knew. It was the life she understood.
Then why does that sight of those two boys send her mind into a frenzy?
The one in armor frightened her the most. The first moment their eyes met, she realized that he knew who she was. Though she knew it wasn’t possible, she noticed is eyes grow wide and heard a slight gasp escape his shell. Only one word filled her mind: Mother.
Mother, mothers, mothered. Lie, lies, lied.
How dare he deny the world she knew and understood? How dare he bring the past back into frame? His intentions didn’t matter. His actions brought back to her little snippets of life: a husband, a house, and two children. But she knew that these things were lies. That woman wasn’t her. That man wasn’t hers. And those children certainly didn’t belong to her.
She would do anything to ensure that no one thought otherwise.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (anime)
Characters: Sloth
Words: 354
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the creation of Hiromu Arakawa. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: The past cannot be forgotten. It can only be relived.
Written for
31_days, prompt February 9 - the wandering wifeShe had no past.
Dante had said that she had never existed before that moment in the shack. She couldn’t remember anything before that second so why should she believe otherwise. It was, she thought, easier to believe what was right before one’s eyes instead of speculating on nonsense that could only be imagined.
Like anyone without a past, she knew that she had to move on and carve out her own future from the tools that she possessed. And nothing spelled a quick and easy future than a few “friends” stationed within the military.
She had a nice job and she believed in the future that they were all working towards. Sure, the occasional man had to die for that cause but everyone must sacrifice for something truly worthwhile to be accomplished.
She had no friends. She didn’t need them. Friends, she knew from her observations, would only ask innocuous yet tough questions that she wouldn’t be able to answer. They would know too much and they would have to be tossed aside because of that. It was better for everyone if she stayed to herself.
Her life was dull, repetitive, and a bit boring. But it was a life she knew. It was the life she understood.
Then why does that sight of those two boys send her mind into a frenzy?
The one in armor frightened her the most. The first moment their eyes met, she realized that he knew who she was. Though she knew it wasn’t possible, she noticed is eyes grow wide and heard a slight gasp escape his shell. Only one word filled her mind: Mother.
Mother, mothers, mothered. Lie, lies, lied.
How dare he deny the world she knew and understood? How dare he bring the past back into frame? His intentions didn’t matter. His actions brought back to her little snippets of life: a husband, a house, and two children. But she knew that these things were lies. That woman wasn’t her. That man wasn’t hers. And those children certainly didn’t belong to her.
She would do anything to ensure that no one thought otherwise.