Fan-Fic

"Narcissus was well known for his beauty amongst the heroes and demi-gods. Some myths claim that Nemesis lured Narcissus to the edge of a pond where he fell in love with his own reflection. While this is the post popular opinion, my personal favourite is where Narcissus is foolish enough to lure himself to the pond, and he sits there, wanting himself. When he realized that he cannot truly love himself, he commits suicide and a flower-- later named after Narcissus-- takes his place." The teacher explained. She stared out towards her class and frowned. Each and every student seemed completely bored with 'Foreign Mythology'. The teacher had to admit, the fact that Foreign Mythology was even a class seemed pretty ridiculous. But to the students dismay, the Amestris government (specifically Central) decided that the class was mandatory. 
 
Kimblee glanced down at his desk and stared at the neatly folded piece of paper. He glanced side to side, pushing the few strands of hair that missed his ponytail away from his eyes and trying to see who sent the note. Nobody moved. Not a single soul breathed during the three seconds it took Kimblee to open the note and read it. Only a single word was written on the note in big capital letters. CREEP. Before Kimblee could stand up and throttle whoever wrote the note the teacher marched up beside him and plucked the paper out of his hands.
 
"No notes in class." The teacher hissed. Kimblee didn't move as the teacher read the note. Once she was done, the teacher help up the note for the class to see. "Who wrote this?" She nearly screamed. Some students laughed, and other shrunk in their chairs. Kimblee nearly shivered with anger. She's not making things any better, Kimblee's thoughts screamed through his head. Just take the note and leave. They don't want you here anyways.
 
Kimblee pushed his chair back indignantly and snatched the note from the teacher's hands. "Stop it." He snapped, tearing the note in two and storming out of the class room. 
 
"Solf! Solf Kimblee you come back here this instant!" The teacher screamed like a banshee. 
 
"Shut up, git." Kimblee retorted, and kept a steady march down the hall way. He rounded the corner and the teacher ceased to follow. it was most
 
"You could have come up with a better insult than that." A voice chuckled and echoed through the empty halls. Kimblee glanced to his right and for a moment it looked as if he smiled.
 
"Shouldn't you be in school?" Kimblee asked, his face was flushed out of embarrassment, although he tried to (unsuccessfully) hide it.
 
"The elementary school ends early on Tuesday." The boy explained, chasing after Kimblee as he sped through the hallways. "Solf, you'll get licked for leaving like this." The boy said, his short legs pumping to catch up with Kimblee's long strides.
 
Kimblee laughed and kept moving. He was clenching his book bag so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I don't really care." He stated. "School will be over in a few months, and I'll join the military as a State Alchemist. They could use somebody with my talents."
 
"Doesn't it disturb you?"
 
"What?"
 
"The thought of killing somebody?"
 
"Not entirely. After all, humans are instinctively killers. We strive for power by defeating those weaker than us." Kimblee explained. The then glanced back at the boy and grinned. "But sitting at the top of the pile, you wouldn't know anything about that... would you, Selim?"  
 
"You might be right." The child pouted, stopped, then jogged to catch back up. "But not everyone can live the same life. Some of us will never have to learn that lesson."
 
Kimblee laughed again and shook his head. "You are incredibly naive." Selim Bradley didn't seem to take the comment to harshly. The young boy simply smiled and marched beside Kimbley.
 
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"Kimblee! Hey! Solf Kimblee! Wait!" A familiar voice screamed. Kimblee hunched his shoulders and hurried faster towards the school. "I'd like to extend an apology. For yesterday I mean." Kimblee sighed his brisk pace hastened.
 
"It wasn't you." Kimblee snapped. "I'm not stupid."
 
The boy chuckled and followed at Kimblee's heels. "Yeah, yeah. I just felt like somebody should at least show an inch of kindness."
 
"I don't need your kindness." Kimblee hissed.
 
"Yes you do. Do you realize you're stuck with us?" He asked. "Mustang, the Elrics and Alex all plan on becoming State Alchemists. Maybe you should try and make friends with you future co--"
 
Kimblee laughed. "I could care less about those four. They'll be pushing daisies by the time they enter real combat."
 
"That's cold. You realize I'll be joining the State Military as well? Most of our class will." He said after taking a huff of his cigarette. Kimblee glared back and scoffed. He pressed his palms together and raised a hand. There was a flash of blue light and the boy's cigarette flared up in a miniature explosion. The blonde boy frowned and opened his mouth to speak, before he was cut off.
 
"Before it was funny. Now it's annoying." Kimblee snapped.
 
"You wont make any friends with that attitude. No wonder people treat you like sh*t." He said, throwing the ruined cigarette to the ground. Before he knew it, the boy was pinned against a tree and Kimblee's arm pressed against his throat.
 
"If you say another word... Havoc..." Kimblee hissed, his long pointed nose was pressed right up against Havoc's. He raised his free hand, displaying the transmutation tattoo. "And I'll boil your tongue in your mouth." 

"He doesn't have a family. I hear the only reason he's here is thanks to a massive scholarship from the military."
"I heard he ran away from home."
"No, I heard he killed his own parents."
"What? No way!?"
"Don't believe me? Look at his hands. He's practising his own form of alchemy. There's probably some law against it."
 
Kimblee heard the whispers and shook his head. They're far too immature, he thought disdainfully. "If you're so curious, you can just ask." He snapped as he rushed through the halls towards his next class. "I promise you'll hear what you want." The students shrunk back against the wall and glanced sideways at each other. Kimblee guffawed and waved at the students. "Suit yourselves."
 
As soon as the students were comfortable that Kimblee was far enough away, they resumed their gossip, not before commenting, "He seems a bit more bizarre than usual."
 "Do you think he'll snap soon?"
"Shh, he's looking back at us."
 
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"Huh?"
 
"S... Shou." The boy stammered. Although he was obviously nervous, there was a smile on his face. "Shou T...Tucker..."
 
"What's that supposed to be?" Kimblee asked.
 
"My name..." Shou replied. Kimbley sized the boy up and down. He wasn't much to look at. He was short with a face only a mother could really love. But he was smiling warmly. His sandy brown hair was thin, and he couldn't quite grow a beard (despite trying to). "I'm new."
 
"Oh?" Said Kimblee. "Let's see your schedule." Kimblee reached over and snatched Shou's schedule. Honestly, Kimblee couldn't care less, but having an idea of which classes Shou had would allow him to avoid the strange boy. "So you're into bio-alchemy?" He asked.
 
"How did you know?"
 
"Well, you're taking biology, biochemistry, and a bunch of other alchemy classes." KImblee explained, then handing the piece of paper back to Shou. "We only share chemistry together. That's good." Shou Tucker opened his mouth to speak, but shut it closed as he realized where Kimblee was going. The boy shrunk back in his seat and stared that the blackboard at the front.
 
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"Those... t-transmutation circles... On you hands..." Shou stammered. Apparently the nervous wreak had found Kimblee at the end of the day and followed him down the street. "Putting your hands together creates an imbalance, then an explosion... right?" Shou asked.
 
"Yes." Kimblee replied shortly.
 
"Are they... I mean... Is that what you use..." Shou Tucker stammered, "Is that what you used to kill you parents?"
 
Kimblee stopped and spun around in his heel. "Excuse me?" He snapped.
 
"So... you aren't denying it..." Shou said.
 
Kimblee paused, and then in a flash he slammed his fist straight into Shou's face. Kimblee grinned as he heard the boy's large nose crack. When Kimblee spoke again, his voice was calm and sophisticated... as if nothing ever happened. "I don't take it kindly when people talk about my parents." Shou looked up from his seat on the ground. Blood seeped through Shou's gangly fingers. Kimbley bowed slightly and spun around, calmly marching home.
 
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The water in the metal tub had turned cold and his fingers had turned to prunes. Kimbley stepped out of the tub and stared at his own reflection in the mirror. His long black hair was plastered to his neck, face, shoulders and back. Almost as if somebody had poured a bucket of tar over his head. Kimblee stepped forwards and leaned in towards the mirror. His long nose would have been ugly, but placed in the centre of Kimblee's face it seemed to suit him. His black hair contrasted perfectly with his pale skin. His jaw seemed to be cut like a box, and he liked it just the same. But Kimblee found himself staring into his own eyes. They were a light blue, Kimblee noticed, but were pale enough to pass as grey. For just a little too long, Kimblee stared at the reflection.
 
He didn't feel shame, or embarrassment as he stared at his toned chest and broad shoulders. He slowly sized his own reflection down until the mirror ended at his waist. Kimblee smiled and pulled his hair back from his face. "Perfection..." He breathed. Unwillingly, Kimblee let go of his own gaze and reached for his towel. Before he wrapped the towel around his waist he glanced down at his naked body, and then he ginned... wide and proud.