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[Fullmetal Alchemist (manga)] A Soldier
Title: A Soldier
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga)
Characters/Pairings: Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Length: 600 words.
Summary: Havoc reflects on his motivation to be a soldier.
Spoilers: Up to chapter 89.
Author's Note: Written for the "Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey: time travel" prompt from the cliche_bingo challenge.
Jean Havoc was quite young when he noticed women loved uniforms, that's when he decided he would join the army as soon as possible. Later, he found out that the training was far more rigorous that he'd expected and that he was actually good at it, so he stayed.
Havoc was still a good soldier when the war with the Ishbalans made him decide he didn't like to be one that much.
After too much blood, horror and violence, Havoc was glad Mustang had requested him to join his little group; the Colonel had his heart in the right place and a good head on his shoulders, and he did have Hawkeye right behind him, making sure Mustang's body parts remained where they belonged.
Havoc believed they all --Mustang, Hawkeye, Falman, Breda, Fury and himself-- could, working together, achieve their goal: a country with lasting peace. Therefore, he decided to keep being a soldier --which also allowed to keep the uniform and to continue dazzling girls at the local market.
The biggest irony of all was that, just as Havoc had enrolled in the army to impress women, it had been a woman who had impressed him the one who forced him into early retirement right when he didn't want one, when he thought he was on his way to change all the wrong things that had been going on in Amestris --which, following Mustang's hints, were far too many and far too scary.
Even the knowledge that Solaris had been a homunculus didn't make him feel any better. Quite the contrary, actually; they had an important mission and then he had to go and get involved with the first pretty face that had smiled at him.
Even if he hadn't told her anything, he was still an idiot.
Several times after he was told he wouldn't be able to walk again, he found himself thinking that perhaps it would've been better if Mustang hadn't saved him. But then he forced himself to imagine the Colonel scolding him for that. Sometimes it was both Mustang and Hawkeye, which did the trick better: you didn't want to mess with her, not in a thousand years.
Since he still believed in the ideal that had brought Mustang's gang together, Havoc focused towards that goal. That was when he began to do some real hard work.
He worked out physically, and also to discretely pull strings and call for favors in order to create the best underground net he could. When the time came, Mustang would be in charge of the most beautiful and glorious coup d'état that the world had ever seen.
It was good no one would pay attention to a handicapped soldier who officially was going through a depression because he couldn't move his legs any longer, wasn't it?
He just had to make sure no one would notice he'd remembered he had two arms, a brain a mouth that functioned perfectly.
All in all, if some genius alchemist came to him one day with a formula that would allow him to travel back in time to a point where he could prevent to enroll in the army, or join Mustang's gang or even meet Solaris, he wouldn't take it.
He was still a soldier. A soldier that had found the best opportunity to properly serve his country he'd ever had, and he was not going to give it up. Not now, not ever.
Besides, among those who wore uniforms, the one women liked the best were those who were obvious war heroes.
Life was, indeed, good.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga)
Characters/Pairings: Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Length: 600 words.
Summary: Havoc reflects on his motivation to be a soldier.
Spoilers: Up to chapter 89.
Author's Note: Written for the "Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey: time travel" prompt from the cliche_bingo challenge.
Jean Havoc was quite young when he noticed women loved uniforms, that's when he decided he would join the army as soon as possible. Later, he found out that the training was far more rigorous that he'd expected and that he was actually good at it, so he stayed.
Havoc was still a good soldier when the war with the Ishbalans made him decide he didn't like to be one that much.
After too much blood, horror and violence, Havoc was glad Mustang had requested him to join his little group; the Colonel had his heart in the right place and a good head on his shoulders, and he did have Hawkeye right behind him, making sure Mustang's body parts remained where they belonged.
Havoc believed they all --Mustang, Hawkeye, Falman, Breda, Fury and himself-- could, working together, achieve their goal: a country with lasting peace. Therefore, he decided to keep being a soldier --which also allowed to keep the uniform and to continue dazzling girls at the local market.
The biggest irony of all was that, just as Havoc had enrolled in the army to impress women, it had been a woman who had impressed him the one who forced him into early retirement right when he didn't want one, when he thought he was on his way to change all the wrong things that had been going on in Amestris --which, following Mustang's hints, were far too many and far too scary.
Even the knowledge that Solaris had been a homunculus didn't make him feel any better. Quite the contrary, actually; they had an important mission and then he had to go and get involved with the first pretty face that had smiled at him.
Even if he hadn't told her anything, he was still an idiot.
Several times after he was told he wouldn't be able to walk again, he found himself thinking that perhaps it would've been better if Mustang hadn't saved him. But then he forced himself to imagine the Colonel scolding him for that. Sometimes it was both Mustang and Hawkeye, which did the trick better: you didn't want to mess with her, not in a thousand years.
Since he still believed in the ideal that had brought Mustang's gang together, Havoc focused towards that goal. That was when he began to do some real hard work.
He worked out physically, and also to discretely pull strings and call for favors in order to create the best underground net he could. When the time came, Mustang would be in charge of the most beautiful and glorious coup d'état that the world had ever seen.
It was good no one would pay attention to a handicapped soldier who officially was going through a depression because he couldn't move his legs any longer, wasn't it?
He just had to make sure no one would notice he'd remembered he had two arms, a brain a mouth that functioned perfectly.
All in all, if some genius alchemist came to him one day with a formula that would allow him to travel back in time to a point where he could prevent to enroll in the army, or join Mustang's gang or even meet Solaris, he wouldn't take it.
He was still a soldier. A soldier that had found the best opportunity to properly serve his country he'd ever had, and he was not going to give it up. Not now, not ever.
Besides, among those who wore uniforms, the one women liked the best were those who were obvious war heroes.
Life was, indeed, good.
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