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Photograph (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title : Photograph
Author/Artist : Rhyssa Fireheart
Recipient’s name : Seaweed_FMA
Rating : K
Pairing(s) : Hughes/Gracia, Mustang
Disclaimer : Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play with it in my mind.
Warnings : Extreme lameness? 😉
Author’s or Artist’s notes : None

Originally written as part of a story/art exchange over on LiveJournal.   Also archived over on Fanfiction.net here.


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The young man snapped picture after picture, trying to take advantage of the wash of golden light through the trees before it faded away into the evening. At first, he wasn’t paying much attention to the people walking through the park, but after he got the day’s photographs developed, he was determined to go back.

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Maes Hughes quickly sorted through the piles of new pictures, tossing some into a messy pile at the end of the bed and laying others into neat rows before him. Once the initial selection was complete, it was time to take longer looks at the ones he thought turned out the best. One image in particular caught his eye.

A young woman with light brown hair was looking towards the sunset, her face illuminated by the warm glow. She was smiling slightly, a large straw bag hanging from her shoulder and some flowers poking out. Maes couldn’t stop looking at the picture, captivated by the expression of quiet joy on her face. He looked through the rest of the pictures he’d set aside and found two more with the young woman. He studied those as well, intrigued enough to wonder who she was. Continue reading

Fanning the Flames (Ghost in the Shell Fan Fiction)

Title: Fanning the Flames
Author:
Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing:
None to begin with. OCs featured though. (Eventual Pazu/OC)
Fandom:
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (set after 2nd Gig and before Solid State Society)
Rating: T for language and situations
Disclaimer:
Don’t own it, never will. Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Also archived here on Fanfiction.net


“Shit.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Our target just showed up.”

“So?”

“With his bodyguard.”

“So?”

“It’s Ahito.”

“Shit. How the hell can he afford her?”

“No idea. Must be trying to make an impression on the other crime lords.”

“Is it working?”

“What do you think?”

Pazu was definitely pissed off. None of the intel they’d gathered had even hinted that their target had the kind of money needed to hire a bodyguard of her caliber. He stared at the couple standing on the landing, the woman obviously observing everyone in the room.

Their target looked like a middle-class businessman – grey suit, red power tie, slicked back hair. There was nothing remarkable about him at all, until you noticed the woman standing next to him. She drew the attention of everyone in the room even if they had no clue who she was. Ahito was tiny, barely 160cm tall. Tonight she wore a deep emerald cheongsam, embroidered with dragons and slit to her hips to show black leggings beneath. Black slippers and gloves completed the ensemble, but looking closely it was apparent that both shoes and gloves were practical leather instead of decorative silk. Her black hair was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head and secured with twin chopsticks; Pazu had no doubt they were also weapons of some sort going by everything he’d heard about her.

The conversation in the room slowly died away as the new arrivals stood on the landing. Ahito surveyed the room, her eyes sweeping over everyone waiting below while a smile played around the edges of her full red lips. When her gaze met his for a moment, Pazu got a glimpse of emerald green before looking away.

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The First Step

Another fanfic that I finished today.  I’ve been writing it for a little while and actually started it longhand when I was at my parents right after my dad was injured, did a lot of writing while delayed in the airport coming home.
This one is an OC again and I reused the name of my main character from my FFVII:AC story “Memories.”  I just happen to like the name and it worked.  I have another GitS story in progress (different OC) as well as the “origin” story of the OC from this story as well.
One down, six more in-progress stories to go.  I need to buckle down if I want to finish all these.  Here’s this one though, as posted over on Fanfiction.netContinue reading

Conversations in Winter (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title: Conversations in Winter
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing: Kimbley/OC
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will.  Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Summary: Her voice reminded him of the last time they’d spoken in Ishbal. There was a sense of finality in the quiet words, and she walked away without looking back, shoulders slumped. He caught up with her and walked by her side, the sounds of their footsteps echoing ahead of them as they walked the hallways of their world.

I’m sure there is rampant OOC-ness in most of this, but since there isn’t a huge amount of “official” canon to go by, I’m making it up as I go. A companion to my story “Conversations by Starlight.” This one is also manga-verse, after chapter 67.

Also posted here on Fanfiction.net.


 

National Border of Amestris and Drachma, Briggs Mountain Fortress

She checked in at the first guard station, telling them to mark her return but not to notify the guard stations further in. It was her usual routine when returning from a mission and after five years everyone was used to it by now. Her goal was to get inside the fortress without being seen and to make note of whichever guards she’d gotten past. Even after all this time she could still easily count the number of times she’d been discovered before checking in with her superiors.

Tonight was made more difficult by the presence of guards in an unexpected location, apparently standing watch over a large mound of something out in the snow. She managed to dance along the edges of the light until she reached the massive doorway inside, and then her true work began. Most of the men there knew she’d been away and until her return was announced, anyone seeing her could turn her in for a reward of sorts. Usually it was something extra like rec time or something from the commissary. She never minded paying for the rewards herself and it helped everyone all around to have a goal to work towards. Her job was made more difficult by having to find one of her superiors to report in without knowing ahead of time where they were located.

Tonight she decided to find Major Miles first, if only because she would spend enough time working with the Major General when giving her report. Her quarry wasn’t in his office, nor did he seem to be anywhere on the administration level. She finally found him on one of the residence levels, waiting impatiently outside a conference room. He gave no indication he was aware of her presence when she stepped up behind him to salute.

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Conversations by Starlight (Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction)

Title: Conversations by Starlight
Author: Rhyssa Fireheart
Pairing: None really
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T for language and situations
Disclaimer: Don’t own it, never will.  Just like to play around with it in my mind.

Summary: He stared at her, finally taking to time to actually look. In the months since they’d met, he realized that they’d never seen each other by daylight before. Or rather, he’d never seen her. All his knowledge of her was wrapped in starlight and night. Even though he’d wanted to see her by daylight, the darkness was her domain.

Also posted here over on Fanfiction.net


Ishballan Civil War front

Men countered the chill of the desert air by huddling around fires. Overhead, stars covered the night sky with silent clarity. Wrapped in their uniforms and cloaks, they were gathered between tents, speaking amongst themselves in hushed whispers.

“Did you hear? The State Alchemists are taking the field tomorrow morning.”

“This war will be over soon now that they are here.”

“Wonder how they’re going to fight?”

The sounds drifted on the wind, random snippets of conversations repeated over fires, passed around like precious gems by the war-weary soldiers. The woman walking quietly through the darkness took the words in and held them to her, turning the meanings over and over in her mind.

“So the Fuhrer finally decided to bring in the alchemists. I guess the regular army wasn’t killing Ishballans quickly enough for him.” Her voice was thoughtful.

“Is that what you think, Major?”

“Marshall, does it really matter what I think? We’ve been in this hell for almost four years now. Ours is one of the only intact squads left, and that’s not saying much. How much longer can this go on? Honestly, wiping out an entire race is just a bit extreme, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Lorie, look, I know what you’re saying, but you’re wrong. This is something that needs to be done and the Fuhrer is doing the right thing. This war will be over soon and we can all go home. I know I’m looking forward to being able to drink or eat something without sand infesting it.”

“There is that.”

The couple continued on their way, their forms melding into the darkness that surrounded the camps.

The next morning dawned in a blaze of glorious reds, light spreading from the east in a wave, saturating the day in crimson. Ash and smoke soon floated on the breeze, dust clinging to everything. Buildings collapsed, were reformed, remade, recycled. The crimson of blood soon saturated the ground, running in waves to mirror the skies above. The alchemists had gone to war.

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Fool Me Once…

I wrote this as the origin story for my character in a D&D 3.5 campaign a friend was running.  She was a young and rather rude shifter ranger, and this explains why.  I needed to write this for the other players, especially after I was extremely rude to a high level aristocrat who’d hired our group for some work.  We’re playing another game currently, but I really wish we could go back to this one some day.
I’m not sure how I skipped posting this before, so I’ll just mark it as of today’s date and leave it at that.  This was originally written back in October, 2005.  Continue reading