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Since I finally have my outline done for the first 10 chapters of the story, and since it's now part of an LJ group, I had to re-do the story a little, so I am re-posting this. I have exams, and then Thanksgiving, a friend coming in from out of town, Christmas shopping, and looking for a job, but I still want to try to start writing soon, LOL!!! I hope to have chapter 1 out soon.

This is an idea I got for an LJ group. For several reasons, I decided not to pursue it, but I liked the idea. I just wasn’t sure what to do with the plot.
That is, until I bought Fullmetal Alchemist Art Book 2. There’s a pic that shows Havoc and Breda at a graduation- a nearly identical pose as one with Mustang and Hughes. It was the start I needed. It’s eventually going to be Havoc x Mustang. The prologue sets the tone for Havoc and Breda’s friendship. It’s manga-based, so I’ll follow the manga as best I can, but I want it be about what’s between the pages. There will be spoilers.
This is a prologue, a little teaser for the rest of the story. Enjoy!

NOTE: This has also now become a part of my claim for the 30_kisses LJ group. That shouldn't change the story at all. I already have the first 10 chapters roughly outlined. I'll just find a way to work a theme into each of them, so I don't really foresee any problems.

Title: Dogs of the Military (Prologue)
Author: SeaweedOtter
Pairing: Eventual Havoc x Mustang
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme: #15- Perfect Blue
Rating: G for this chapter (Later chapters will be up to R-NC-17).
Disclaimer: Manga-based. Will have spoilers. The characters are not mine, of course.
Summary: Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Read all the chapters so far HERE!

“Today marks a turning point in your lives. You will go forth from this place as young men and women of the Amestrian Military. Make your country proud!”

A cheer rose up from the crowd, and hats were thrown up in the air. Jean Havoc, thoroughly bored with the speech and with his mind wandering back towards a pretty brunette that he had been talking to right before the ceremony began, missed the opportunity to toss his cap, but he quickly shrugged it off, not honestly caring whether he kept his hat or not. He knew that he would have a new uniform soon enough either way, so it didn't matter.

Even after the din of celebration died down, it still took quite a while for the rows of newly graduated students to file out of their seats. Jean was unlucky enough to sit close to the middle of the row, and by the time he made it out to the huddling masses that were hanging around and chatting in and around the aisles- further blocking the flow of traffic- he was more than ready to find a quiet spot to sit and relax and smoke a cigarette.

It only took him a few minutes to find the perfect tree to hide behind and sneak a smoke. He looked up at the sky and smiled. It was that perfect blue of a warm late spring day, with a few puffy, light clouds floating lazily across the sky. Spring was always his favorite time of year. It was when his family planted their seeds for harvest in the fall. It always reminded him of new beginnings. He was just sinking down into the soft grass with a cigarette in his mouth, searching for a lighter, when a large shadow loomed in front of him. With one brief inhale through his nostrils, he caught the whiff of a certain cologne that he knew all too well.

“Breda,” he said, not even bothering to look up.

“Heya, Hav! So, you feel more like a man already? Are you ready to do your duty for your country?” He clapped his friend and roommate on the back so hard that the cigarette that had previously been precariously perched between his lips was thrust out of his mouth and fell to the damp, dewy grass below.

“Damnit, Breda! That was my last cigarette!” He picked it up and turned it over, holding it softly between his thick fingers- like it was an egg about to break- and hoping in some needy, desperate way that staring at it would magically still be dry enough to light back up. After a couple of attempts to set fire to the end of the cigarette, he shoved it and his lighter in his pocket and stood up, letting out a long, slow, sighing breath.

“Crap. Now I'll have to wait till my next paycheck. I can’t go 3 days without smokes! Look!” Jean raised his hand and examined it closely, then stared angrily at his friend. “See? I’m starting to shake already!”

Heymans Breda smiled and shook his head. “Aw, you’re fine. Your hand isn’t shaking. It’s all in your head. Come on. Let’s go find your mom. I know she’s 'round here somewhere.”

With the throngs of people ambling about, it took a while for them to locate Jean’s mother, who tended to get lost in crowds with her rather short stature. Jean could never thank his gene pool enough that he had inherited his father’s height. In fact, he was the tallest person in his family- which made searching in crowds like the one he was currently engulfed in just a slight bit easier.

“Hey, Ma!” Jean called out, waving his large hand back and forth in the air, finally catching her attention.

“Jean! Heymans!” she acknowledged them and waded through the crowd as fast as she could to meet them, smiling brightly. She gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, causing both of the men to blush slightly when they finally met towards the back of the parade grounds.

“I’m so proud of you boys!” she said, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sure your parents would be proud too, Heymans. I know I am.”

The orange-haired man smiled, slightly sadly, and nodded. “I know they would. I appreciate that, Mrs. H. You’ve been like a mom to me, ever since I had the displeasure of rooming with this goofball our freshman year.” He gave Jean a little punch in the arm, which garnered an "Ow!" from the blond.

“Let’s get a quick picture, and then we can go out for some lunch, okay?” She smiled and rifled inside of the huge handbag that she called purse for a moment, pulling out a large camera that she put around her neck. For a few minutes she was silent while she fiddled with the many buttons and levers.

“Now come on boys, get together. Closer. I don’t have a big area to photograph!” she paused for a moment, and then leaned down to look through the lens. “Big smiles, boys.” There was a slight pause, then she said sternly, “Jean, take off your hat.”

There was a click. “Oh darn. I didn’t mean to that that picture yet. Heymans, you weren’t looking, and Jean- you didn’t have your hat off yet.” She paused to look at her camera, a cross look on her face. “Well, shoot. That was my last picture. "Oh well. I guess that'll have to do.” She shrugged and put the camera back in her bag, sighing very softly. “Okay, let’s go, boys. I think I promised you lunch. I know a great place that you guys will love."

“Yes, ma’am!” They both saluted and followed her towards her old, broken down truck, an extra spring in both of their steps.


The building loomed- tall and foreboding in front of him. He looked down at the sheet of paper, then back to the building, then back to the piece of paper one more time, just to make sure that this was where he was supposed to be, though the 3 story high green and gold banners with the symbol of the Amestrian military was a pretty good indication that he was in the right place.

He sighed and shrugged. “Well, this is it, Eastern Command Headquarters,” Jean said, taking one last long puff from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing the butt under his scuffed boot heel. He stuffed the already well crumpled piece of paper into the pocket of his blue military pants and let out one long, last breath of smoke- unsure as to when or if he would get another smoke break for the rest of the day- and walked towards the entrance of the huge building, ready for a date with his new command, and with destiny.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 17th, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
Yeeehoo! First comment! This is a story I've wanted to hear--I know the drawing you're refering to and always thought there was something great and meaty to work with--and I'm so glad you're grabbing the reins and running with it, since you write Havo so well! ::pops the cork on a bottle of virtual champagne and toasts the Seaweed!Muses!::
Nov. 19th, 2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
I'm glad I read all of your comments. I thought I was experiencing deja vu...
I loved this the first time and can't wait for more of my favorite pair written by fantastic author!
Jan. 21st, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
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