Scavenging Hope [FMA; Scar; G]
May. 9th, 2011 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
invoking_uraniaTitle: Scavenging Hope
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Words: 200
Notes/Warnings: Written for the prompt "flinch" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_fic_contest. This is my first manga-continuity fic, AFAIK. Set before chapter 16
Summary: Sieving through the detritus of the East River, one finds both unexpected tragedy and unexpected hope.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist copyright Hiromu Arakawa/Studio BONES and this derivative work was created without permission.
Every day, he walks with Rick along the river. Helping him scavenge the city's leavings keeps Rick from other methods of feeding their camp -- neither Ishvala nor practicality would reward stealing from the poor, and any other target would invite trouble from the police.
Rick was the first to spot the body, and, surprised, but without flinching, turned it over. Before the war, no boy Rick's age would be comfortable with the violent death of a man, despite the harsh lessons of the desert. Now, they couldn't shelter a babe in her mother's arms, let alone anyone old enough to work.
Rick paused, noticing browned skin and pale hair, lifting the body's eyelids. "Gramps, it's one of us! And he's still breathing! No one from our camp, but..."
"... but that's no excuse to leave him to die in the river. Help me carry him."
A sorry state when the only trade one can pass to a child was the vulture's, and the only land one could give was the corners of foreigners' cities. But, Rick hadn't forgotten what it meant to be part of something greater. As long as they stood together, Ishval wouldn't be forgotten.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Genre: Drama
Words: 200
Notes/Warnings: Written for the prompt "flinch" for
fma_fic_contest. This is my first manga-continuity fic, AFAIK. Set before chapter 16Summary: Sieving through the detritus of the East River, one finds both unexpected tragedy and unexpected hope.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist copyright Hiromu Arakawa/Studio BONES and this derivative work was created without permission.
Every day, he walks with Rick along the river. Helping him scavenge the city's leavings keeps Rick from other methods of feeding their camp -- neither Ishvala nor practicality would reward stealing from the poor, and any other target would invite trouble from the police.
Rick was the first to spot the body, and, surprised, but without flinching, turned it over. Before the war, no boy Rick's age would be comfortable with the violent death of a man, despite the harsh lessons of the desert. Now, they couldn't shelter a babe in her mother's arms, let alone anyone old enough to work.
Rick paused, noticing browned skin and pale hair, lifting the body's eyelids. "Gramps, it's one of us! And he's still breathing! No one from our camp, but..."
"... but that's no excuse to leave him to die in the river. Help me carry him."
A sorry state when the only trade one can pass to a child was the vulture's, and the only land one could give was the corners of foreigners' cities. But, Rick hadn't forgotten what it meant to be part of something greater. As long as they stood together, Ishval wouldn't be forgotten.