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Chapter 20: Confessions
"Zachary, watch it with the X-ray."
"I am doc…aw crap."
The patchwork griffin swore and dodged the falling tower of boxes in Trisha's basement.
"Zachary." Black Jack growled.
"Oh it's alright." Trisha said, moving to help.
However, she paused when she saw what had fallen out of the box at the top of the stack; it was a weather beaten old journal, the leather binding hard and cracked. She knew exactly who this belonged to.
"Trisha?" Zack asked.
"This…this is Kimblee's…why do I have this?" she queried, almost angrily.
Zack turned the box right ways and peered at what was stamped on it.
"It says Central Prison, lot number 10862."
"Oh." Trisha said, "That explains it. When I left the prison, the Warden gave me this; Kim wanted me to have it. I never looked inside though…too many memories…" shaking her head, she stashed the journal in her coat pocket and went back to helping the two dark doctors pack for their trip home tomorrow. Kimblee was almost healed after all.
Once the X-Ray machine was packed for transport, Trisha went back upstairs and into the kitchen to collect the pot of broth she had been simmering over the stove. Kim had been holding down his meals just fine after the painkillers were out of his system, and she was anxious to get his weight back up. Kimblee had also taken to spending more time downstairs, even if he still needed a shoulder to lean on to get there. His favorite position of late was the couch in Trisha's study, where he had plenty of reading material to keep from going stir-crazy.
"Mmm, something smells good." he said as Trisha entered the aforementioned study with a steaming bowl of broth.
"It's just broth." Trisha chuckled, "Black Jack said you could try something like oatmeal in about a week."
"Ah, I'll eat anything you cook." Kimblee smiled, picking the spoon off the tray and tucking in.
Kimblee managed to eat almost all of the broth this time, he was always good at judging his own limitations...well, most of the time at least from what Sapphire had told her of the week she spent with him in Fort Briggs.  
Kimblee yawned as Trisha collected the tray and went to put it in the kitchen.
"Sleepy?" she asked.
"Hm, yeah." Kimblee mumbled.
"Take a nap then, I'll be here." she said.
Kimblee nodded and settled down into the couch; by the time Trisha came back he was fast asleep. That's when she pulled out the journal.
Ishbal, Day 1
This place is way too hot. How in the hell do humans even exist in this place? At least it makes my work easier. My old master was pretty okay with me joining the military. I think he knew that I'm too smart to be making fireworks the rest of my life. I get the feeling they want me to use my alchemy on more than just buildings though. Not that I can't turn people into bombs, that's easy, and messy. Still though, I'm sort of a one trick pony, like most of the others here. There is this one guy though, they call him The Flame. He can do some crazy stuff with fire. I bet we can ground these desert rats into the dust together.
Ishbal, Day 2
Yeah, it's as I figured, they want me blowing people up. It's a living, what can I say? I'm just glad mom passed away before all this; she'd be marching up here to call me out in a heartbeat.
Ishbal, Day 10
I almost questioned myself today…mostly because I used my alchemy on a soldier. In my defense he was defying my orders, and the rest were too scared to report anything. Sometimes I don't like what this place does to me. I don't think anyone does. Mustang and I almost got in fist fight over it, all because I called his lady sniper friend out. Okay, not one of my finer moments, but I bet I could have taken his scrawny ass. Good thing they called me to a job before things got bloody, I got to let off steam on some insurgents.
Ishbal, Day 25
This is bad, really bad. I ran into Trisha Lowell from Costa today. I don't even know what she thinks she's doing here, it's way too dangerous. She's a doctor now, she says she wants to help but I don't think she knows what she signed up for. Not that the rest of us have any clue what we're doing here.
Ishbal, Day 29
I got back from a hellish three day mission last night and couldn't sleep, so I went to see Trisha. Just being around her…it has this crazy calming effect over me. I was still on the amphetamines and I fell asleep right there! Ha. Crazy I know. I'm worried for her, but at the same time I'm glad she's here.
Ishbal, Day 31
I like talking to Trisha; I think I've slept in the med tent more often than my own. I can't tell her exactly what I do but it doesn't matter. We talk about plenty besides what's all around us. I noticed that I'm not as bloodthirsty in the field after I've spent time with her, I'm blowing up more buildings than people. The Ishbalans still get killed, but the blood isn't on my hands when all I'm doing is creating roadblocks.
Ishbal, Day 40
I thought things were bad when Trisha arrived; they just got a whole lot worse. The two doctors who had been helping the insurgents were killed. Okay, so I was sent to kill them anyway but that's not the point. Whoever did this used alchemy, and he's out there. We don't have any clue who it is and, Trisha's so vulnerable when I'm not there. If anything were to happen…I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably snap for sure. I need to keep a close eye on her now.
Ishbal, Day 41
Trisha packed her bags and left today. I'm completely relieved. Now I don't have to worry about her getting hurt or, anyway, she's safe now. A Dr. Marcoh and two other higher-ups asked for my presence this afternoon. Looks like I'm getting a promotion.

Trisha closed the journal; she knew the rest of the story. What had astounded her was how much Kimblee had expressed his feelings for her. Perhaps he really had meant the things he had said during his fever.
***
"Things are only getting worse." Kimblee grumbled as he read over the newspaper.
Drachman newspapers were far more truthful than any Amestrian rag.
"So what does that mean? For us that is?" Sapphire asked as she took a sip of coffee.
It had been two days since Trisha had found the journal. Zack and Black Jack had removed Kimblee's stitches and gone back to Earth; their time in this world was done, for now. Kimblee had gotten better almost exponentially, and he had even surprised Trisha one night when she had found him in the kitchen searching for a midnight snack. Since then they had been working on getting reacquainted, properly that is. However, neither of them had said anything about how they felt. And, quite frankly, it was getting on Sapphire's nerves. She could see their auras flush whenever they were in the same room.
"Drachma has pretty much declared war on Amestris, and I'm a fugitive from both the government and the homunculi. We have to run."
"Got any place in mind?"
"Maybe…" Kimblee said as he nursed a cup of hot chocolate, coffee was still too strong for him.
Later that day…
Explosions surrounded Kimblee, and he was loving every minute of it. This kind of power at his fingertips, he was practically a god, and all thanks to the stone…
"Kim?"
Kimblee turned to find Trisha standing behind him.
"Trisha?"
This wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to be on the battlefield. He started to approach her, but the sand came up and wrapped around his legs, holding him back.
"Trisha!" he cried out.
Trisha only smiled as she turned into sand and was blown away by the Ishbal winds.
"Trisha!"

Kimblee bolted upright and fell straight off the couch, barely missing the coffee table.
"Ow…" he groaned, his back throbbing.
"Kim!"
Kimblee opened his eyes and found Trisha hovering over him. He sat up and hugged her, tightly.
"Trisha…Sapphire's right, I've been denying this for far too long. I love you Trisha Lowell, and I don't want to lose you." he said.
To his surprise, Trisha wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you too, Kimblee, and I'd always hoped you'd come back to me."
Kimblee pulled back from the embrace and kissed her.
"War is coming." he breathed. "We have to leave. We have to go South."
Ah, finally moving forward. Actually, I seem to be doing that in almost all of my stories.

We are nearing the end of Sapphire's Redemption but fear not, for I have a sequel in mind! Ah yes, a sequel, full of exciting battles, and mysterious legend, new tales to be told and friends to be made, as well as a few enemies. Oh it's going to be fun!
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RenagadeRexRider's avatar
Hnn....~ nice chapter. like the diary thing:D