Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

6.: To save Isa

As the doctor left your chamber, uncontrollable anger at your own helplessness rushed through your veins. It hadn't been enough. After all you had gone through, the onetime payment you had gotten for undergoing the experiment was just barely enough to cover the expenses for the first treatment. Even though it was the highest amount of money you had ever laid your eyes on, it was not enough.

Isa was doing well, but to ensure her complete recovery, she would have to stay in the hospital and receive treatment for a long time.

And the small pay you'd get for doing paperwork could never cover those expenses. In frustration, you bit the nail of your thumb.

"(Y/n)."

You looked up to see Frank, who had not locked the door again yet.

"There is someone else here who has requested to see you."

"Who is it?", you asked Frank.

"A former State Alchemist", he answered. "Solf J. Kimblee. He's been assigned the search for Scar and Dr. Marcoh and has requested for you do the paperwork."

At the sound of the familiar name, you couldn't help but remember one of his last sentences. That you owed him. The current situation was probably what he had meant, since he had requested you specifically to do the paperwork for him.

In the last two weeks, you had definitely learned a lot. How to fill out paperwork had only been the beginning. Stealth was focused on, even more than combat. And you were able to drive a car now, something you would have never deemed possible in your days still living in the small village. By now, you were ready. That was at least what the men training you had decided on, which meant you would finally be put to use. Under Kimblee, apparently.

You were not too sure how to feel about that, since by now, you had learned that he was in no way the kind person you had thought him to be. He was a mass murderer, a psychopath, who had taken an uncountable amount of lives, not only in Wellsley, but Ishval as well, without any remorse. He had been imprisoned for slaughtering his superior officers, but had surprisingly been set free a few weeks ago. Right in time for the massacre in your town, and the search for the Ishvalian man killing State Alchemists, Scar.

You had never thought of him the way others described him, but, by now, you had realized your own naivety, and come to the conclusion that it was quite possible that he was, in fact, the opposite person of what you thought him to be. Despite every rumour, or even fact, that you had heard, you were still determined to experience what kind of person he was for yourself. After all, the way he had treated you and Isa was so different from what you would expect him to act from what people had told you.

To be a bad person or a good one, depended solely on the mindset of the person judging the actions. And you felt the thrill of anticipation to do that yourself.

Frank gestured you to follow him, apparently you wouldn't be talking to Kimblee in your room. Instead, he led you to an office, pushed you inside and closed the door behind you.

Sitting behind the desk was Kimblee, just like you last had seen him, with a white suite and a smug grin on his face. He had his finger intercrossed and rested his chin on them.

"(Y/n)", he greeted you in a friendly tone.

"Sir Kimblee", you answered, not sure if you were addressing him correctly.

"Please take a seat."

You did, and waited for him to continue.

"I will cut straight to the point. I want you to work under me and help with the search for Scar."

"Do I even have the option to decline?", you asked.

"You do, but I wouldn't recommend that. It wouldn't leave a good impression. Besides..." He flashed another kind smile. "... you do owe me, remember?"

"Why me?", you ignored his arguments. "I'm sure there are more competent people you can ask for."

"It's not your place to ask questions", Kimblee said. "You only have to follow orders. So, what do you say?"

You bit your lip, because what you were going to do now, was quite bold.

"I have one demand", you stated. Surprise was visible on his face, it told that this was, in fact, too bold.

"I can't pay for Isa's hospital fees alone", you continued nervously. "If you agree to help me cover each month's expenses, I'd be happy to become your most loyal subordinate."

The stumped look on Kimblee's face lasted for a second before he burst into laughter.

"My, my", he chuckled. "You are a brave one. And determined to do everything for your sister, after all."

"Yes", you said. "I'd do everything."

"Fine", he agreed, taking you by surprise. "I hope you stay true to your word."

He extended his hand towards yours and you took it. Kimblee's handshake was firm, as was yours.