Author: Natural
Title: The Ocean of a thousand miserable souls
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: S
Genre: Drama, romance ?
Paring: Zolf J. Kimblee / Greed
Disclaimer: Kaikki kunnia Hiromu Arakawalle, minä vain lainaan enkä saa tästä minkäänlaista korvausta.
A/N: Jahas, minä se taas ryömin kolostani ja päädyin tämmösen tekemään. Uusi aluevalloitus: ulkomaankielillä kirjotin (kiitos ja anteeks jo tässä vaiheessa sankollisesta typoja ja kielioppivirheitä). Greed/Kimblee on miun aivan ehoton OTP tässä fandomissa (jos ei lie kaiken kaikkiaan), mutta enpä muista yhtään ficciä heistä kirjoittaneeni. Jonkun minäkertojankin vielä laitoin tähän. Oon vähän häkeltynytkin jopa tästä, mutta menkööt nyt. Huhhui ja kauhistus sentään, no mutta häpeäpuussa tavataan sitten o/
The ocean of a thousand miserable souls
Zolf J. Kimblee POV
As I step into that old, ugly bar, I can’t deny the force tugging me deeper into the corridor. The air vibrates around me; my hair feels like it might lift, and a shiver crawls across my skin. It’s the kind of vibration you can almost smell. For a moment, I thought it was the oncoming war – explosions, gunshots, the smell of fresh blood – that was making me so excited. But as soon as I walked past that sign, I knew the vibration, the excitement wasn’t coming from that.
“Devil’s Nest” the sign said. I grinned and almost kept walking, but the pull was too strong, too interesting, too familiar. So, I walked in.
I open the door and see dim light spilling from old lamps that have been burning for far too long. The bar counter probably holds more liquor in its wood than the bottles on the crooked shelf. My gaze keeps sweeping around, and then my eyes dart to a handsome man sitting on the couch. He wears a smug grin, wide as it is sharp, his arm resting on the backrest, and a couple of women sitting next to him, almost glued to his side. His whole posture screams that he owns the place. And he probably does. The vibration intensifies with every second I stare at him.
“Oi”, he yells. “Are you in, or are you out?”
His voice is commanding, yet there's something in it I can’t quite put into words. I order a drink at the bar and make my way toward him. Normally, I know exactly what to say, but there's something about the way he carries himself that leaves my words stuck in the back of my throat.
“A soldier, I see”, he says like he’s mocking me. “Tell me, what makes a person like you crawl into place like this?”
Still, no words. I raise my drink towards him, a silent gesture. I flash him a smile – the kind that could conquer entire lands. He looks at me over his sunglasses and shrugs.
"Lost your tongue, eh? Or are you waiting for commands?” he laughs. The woman next to him laughs a little too loudly.
Now that he mentioned it, he seems like the kind of person I could take commands from. The vibration coming from him intensifies, and I finally manage to open my mouth.
“There is something in you”, I say with calm, steady voice while measuring him. “Something very familiar. Like a memory, but something more intense.”
For moment we just look each other. It’s like he hasn’t decided if he wants me out or not.
“Get lost.”
I arch my brow and he glances towards those two women.
“I said”, he says with a low growl. “Get lost.”
Both women share a confused look, but they get up and stride away. He lazily waves for me to sit in the armchair. And I do. Now that I’m closer, I can almost smell him, not quite, but almost. My neck starts to tickle as he looks at me, his eyes full of hunger.
“You sure are interesting”, he says with a grin, having that tone in his voice that I can’t put my finger on. “Let’s see if you are worth to collect.”
“To collect?” I ask barely hiding my amusement. “You collect people?”
“I collect whatever I want. I am Greed, and I want everything in this world. Money, women, men – it’s all mine”, Greed explains while leaning back. And somehow that makes sense to me and I finally can name the tone in his voice – the desire. The way he looks at me, like he already owned me the moment I step my foot inside. Greed is kind of man who owns people before they even know it. The kind of a man who sees what they want, and gets it.
So we talk and drink for several hours. Before I even knew it, I was sitting right next to him, as if he had already claimed me. But I don’t mind, because the closer I get to him, the stronger the vibration becomes, stronger the smell grows. I start to tell him about my career as a soldier, and then it hits me. The smell coming from Greed is the same one I’ve inhaled so many times before. The very same that filled my lungs, my entire body, on the battlefield. The agony. The depression. The terror. I can’t resist, so I place my hand over his chest and lean in closer. I inhale him, his entire presence. A wave of euphoria hits me, my body trembles, and I can’t suppress the soft groan that escapes my lips. Even with my eyes closed, I can hear him smile with pleasure.
“Easy there,” I hear him murmuring. I lift my gaze to him, and only now do I realize that his eyes are purple.
“I – I can almost hear it. I can almost taste it. It’s like there’s an ocean of torment inside you,” I say, my voice shaking as I gesture toward his chest. “It’s like there are hundreds and hundreds of…”
“Souls.”
“… Crying in misery inside of you,” I manage to say softly, feeling my eyes well up with tears.
“Well, are you scared?” he scoffs.
I lean toward him, my lips a breath away from his, hungrier than I've ever been.
“No,” I whisper. “I want to drink from that ocean. Devour it. Devour you.”
“You sure are interesting,” Greed says, his eyes sharp with an amused smile, as though he’d just won the jackpot.
Well, at least I had.
And I couldn’t wrap my head around it – around him, his presence. But I didn’t need to, because all I needed is that ocean of a thousand miserable souls inside of him. That filled me in ways nothing or no one ever could. I would drown myself into that ocean, if I just could. But I couldn’t, so I drown myself in him. Into a man, who carries the cries of the battlefield inside of him. I know that I’ll come back for him, come back to satisfy my thirst, my hunger. And to be honest, I think this is the closest thing to love I’ll ever know.
Tuoreimmat viestit
Joka tapauksessa ihan liian harvoin ja liian vähän, Valentino haluaisi myös kuulla sen 🥺 Vox vaikuttaa minunkin mielestäni tyypiltä, joka ei sellaisia juttuja pahemmin puhele, mitäs sitä ääneen raportoimaan, että tilanne on edelleen sama eikä ole muuttunut XD 
