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LOG: complete
When; July 12, evening
Rating; G [WARNING: major angst and fluff]
Characters; Ling Yao [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_greedy_prince] & Ran Fan [konoehei]
Summary; Master and retainer reunite after separation back in Amestris, except now he shares his body with the homunculus called Greed and she's on a guilt-trip for not fulfilling her role.
Log;
Time was of the essence. He needed to be there five minutes ago, never mind that he should be there now. Ling Yao, finally in control of his body once more, leapt along the roof tops of buildings towards the center of the City. Ran Fan had said she was in the company of a doctor, but…
And there it was, the fountain. A small smile spread over Ling’s face and he began his descent. She’d be there, she said she’d wait for him there. And he’d be damned if the homunculus would take over before he got to see her again.
Isane was leaving, and Ran Fan was rising from a bow when she felt her master's familiar chi grow stronger. Clutching the front of her coat with her one hand, the ninja turned to greet what had been Ling Yao—or was he still? She was certain that the voice, the tone, on the other end of the communication device had been his.
The boy standing there looked like the prince, at least.
Ran Fan wanted to rush over and embrace him, but years of training and experience dropped her to one knee in the deepest form of respect. "Young master. It is good to see you well."
He seemed a bit surprised that she chose even now to be formal. It had been so long since they had seen each other again, but he should have known better. Even now, she was more disciplined then he could ever be. Ling paused before moving to her side—formalities be damned—kneeling before her and resting his hand on her uninjured shoulder.
“You’re… You’re all right?” He asked, brushing the way he hesitated off. Her safety right now was his number one concern.
Though her eyes had been trained on the ground, she raised them at his touch and the proximity of his voice. She allowed the slightest smile to grace her lips.
"Yes, I am. I've been treated by two doctors now, and I will find a new arm so I can serve you better." What she'd said was the truth, plain and simple, even if she wanted to smile a little wider and cry quietly in happiness that she'd been given a second chance.
She bowed her head again before he could see the tears in her eyes. "Forgive me for not being there when you needed me." She forced the words out, but they were hardly louder than a whisper.
A small frown formed on his face as Ran Fan spoke, processing her words quickly in his mind. A new arm? Well, it would be useful, of course, but it couldn’t have been that long since she’d succeeded in cutting off her own arm herself. She needed time to recuperate.
“There’s no need to rush. You need time to heal completely before we begin to worry about that.” If those informative posts the man Vash had sent his counterpart were indeed true, time could have very well frozen back home. He would still have his chance to be emperor, if he had his way.
His hand squeezed her shoulder gently, hoping it was at least a somewhat reassuring gesture. “Ran Fan, there’s nothing to forgive. We’ve succeeded. We have the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Recuperate? ...Of course. Her wounds would have to heal fully, and she would have to return to training to ensure that her skills had not deteriorated. She had to make sure she was twice as strong and as fast in order to continue protecting Ling.
"I will heal first," she assured him. "Alphonse says the therapy for automail takes years, but Edward did it in one year. I will do it in six months."
At his last words, she raised her eyes to meet her master's again, trying to blink back her tears. "Yes," she half-gasped, her a crooked and bittersweet smile splitting her face. "Yes, we do." A part of her ached and wished it had turned out differently, but... "If this is the path young master chooses, then I will..."
Tentatively, she reached for his wrist, gripping it lightly. "I will fight to protect it, and you."
Six months… Ran Fan could do it. The determination in her eyes was enough to assure him of that. “I do not doubt it.” She was his bodyguard, after all. More than that, even, she was… She was important. That was all that mattered.
He matched her smile with one of his own, less saddened. He had chosen this path, that was true, yet he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if he had gone back to her empty handed. She had sacrificed so much, for his sake… At least this time he had something to show for himself.
“Thank you,” he replied softly, “now, let’s go back to the Temple. Perhaps they’ll have dinner ready by the time we get back.” Ling stood, offering his hand to her to help her up. She’d protect him once she was healed, but until then, he was going to be the one that looked after her.
As a lowly guard, she would not normally allow herself to touch the young master for as simple an action as standing up, but...
Ran Fan grabbed his hand and rose to her feet. Perhaps, she decided, she would let herself have small moments like this—her hand in his, for instance—even if it was brief. She assured herself that no matter who her master was, be it Ling Yao or Greed, moments like this would be worth the life of service.
"Dinner sounds wonderful."
Rating; G [WARNING: major angst and fluff]
Characters; Ling Yao [
a_greedy_prince] & Ran Fan [konoehei]Summary; Master and retainer reunite after separation back in Amestris, except now he shares his body with the homunculus called Greed and she's on a guilt-trip for not fulfilling her role.
Log;
Time was of the essence. He needed to be there five minutes ago, never mind that he should be there now. Ling Yao, finally in control of his body once more, leapt along the roof tops of buildings towards the center of the City. Ran Fan had said she was in the company of a doctor, but…
And there it was, the fountain. A small smile spread over Ling’s face and he began his descent. She’d be there, she said she’d wait for him there. And he’d be damned if the homunculus would take over before he got to see her again.
Isane was leaving, and Ran Fan was rising from a bow when she felt her master's familiar chi grow stronger. Clutching the front of her coat with her one hand, the ninja turned to greet what had been Ling Yao—or was he still? She was certain that the voice, the tone, on the other end of the communication device had been his.
The boy standing there looked like the prince, at least.
Ran Fan wanted to rush over and embrace him, but years of training and experience dropped her to one knee in the deepest form of respect. "Young master. It is good to see you well."
He seemed a bit surprised that she chose even now to be formal. It had been so long since they had seen each other again, but he should have known better. Even now, she was more disciplined then he could ever be. Ling paused before moving to her side—formalities be damned—kneeling before her and resting his hand on her uninjured shoulder.
“You’re… You’re all right?” He asked, brushing the way he hesitated off. Her safety right now was his number one concern.
Though her eyes had been trained on the ground, she raised them at his touch and the proximity of his voice. She allowed the slightest smile to grace her lips.
"Yes, I am. I've been treated by two doctors now, and I will find a new arm so I can serve you better." What she'd said was the truth, plain and simple, even if she wanted to smile a little wider and cry quietly in happiness that she'd been given a second chance.
She bowed her head again before he could see the tears in her eyes. "Forgive me for not being there when you needed me." She forced the words out, but they were hardly louder than a whisper.
A small frown formed on his face as Ran Fan spoke, processing her words quickly in his mind. A new arm? Well, it would be useful, of course, but it couldn’t have been that long since she’d succeeded in cutting off her own arm herself. She needed time to recuperate.
“There’s no need to rush. You need time to heal completely before we begin to worry about that.” If those informative posts the man Vash had sent his counterpart were indeed true, time could have very well frozen back home. He would still have his chance to be emperor, if he had his way.
His hand squeezed her shoulder gently, hoping it was at least a somewhat reassuring gesture. “Ran Fan, there’s nothing to forgive. We’ve succeeded. We have the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Recuperate? ...Of course. Her wounds would have to heal fully, and she would have to return to training to ensure that her skills had not deteriorated. She had to make sure she was twice as strong and as fast in order to continue protecting Ling.
"I will heal first," she assured him. "Alphonse says the therapy for automail takes years, but Edward did it in one year. I will do it in six months."
At his last words, she raised her eyes to meet her master's again, trying to blink back her tears. "Yes," she half-gasped, her a crooked and bittersweet smile splitting her face. "Yes, we do." A part of her ached and wished it had turned out differently, but... "If this is the path young master chooses, then I will..."
Tentatively, she reached for his wrist, gripping it lightly. "I will fight to protect it, and you."
Six months… Ran Fan could do it. The determination in her eyes was enough to assure him of that. “I do not doubt it.” She was his bodyguard, after all. More than that, even, she was… She was important. That was all that mattered.
He matched her smile with one of his own, less saddened. He had chosen this path, that was true, yet he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if he had gone back to her empty handed. She had sacrificed so much, for his sake… At least this time he had something to show for himself.
“Thank you,” he replied softly, “now, let’s go back to the Temple. Perhaps they’ll have dinner ready by the time we get back.” Ling stood, offering his hand to her to help her up. She’d protect him once she was healed, but until then, he was going to be the one that looked after her.
As a lowly guard, she would not normally allow herself to touch the young master for as simple an action as standing up, but...
Ran Fan grabbed his hand and rose to her feet. Perhaps, she decided, she would let herself have small moments like this—her hand in his, for instance—even if it was brief. She assured herself that no matter who her master was, be it Ling Yao or Greed, moments like this would be worth the life of service.
"Dinner sounds wonderful."