Staying in a paradise and seeing the flush from his own personal blond. This was what heaven on earth looked like to Roy. But sadly, he had seemed to have forgotten that, yes, reality still applies in heaven. [AU, RoyEd]

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist doesn't belong to me in any way at all.


Normally, Roy would wake up at eight a.m. in the morning to hear the sounds of bird chirping, before heading into the bathroom to bathe in warm water, and perhaps grab a cup of coffee on the way out, and enjoying the scenery on the way to work. Not the sounds of a reverberating machine at work, the smell of smoke poisoning the air, and the cramp he was having at his feet. Oh dear no… So… Roy pondered when he woke up, lying on a ragged seat and a suitcase as his pillow… How the hell he had gotten here.

"Oh, good. You're up. We're just about to wake you."

What the hell? Was he being kidnapped or something?

"Who the hell are you?" He croaked out, not registering anything with the headache that was assaulting his head.

"What? You got amnesia or something?" Another man replied back, or what he assumed was a man…

"Havoc, the Colonel didn't get amnesia, I am sure of that." Another voice, a woman.

"Geez, alright alright. I was only joking around. Hey, is Maes up yet?"

Maes…? Roy finally managed to clear his head. Ugh… These guys… He groaned when he finally took in the situation. "Where are you all talking me?" the dark haired man growled out as he looked around, looking quite pissed to be here when he could be at home lying around, sleep more. Only… He was at a hotel. Right, the confusion clouded his mind.

Havoc snickered, "Oh, just somewhere for your vacation, Colonel."

Vacation?

"I'm not on vacation," Roy mumbled out, still in confusion. Reaching out to Riza, he inquired, "Am I?"

"Boy, he's a damn cock-a-doodle-doo in the morning." Roy could hear the grin in Havoc's voice, quite annoyed by it. "Hey, Colonel, try saying, oh no, wait! Whisper into Maes' ear; and say—ouch! Hey! Hey! Hey! I'm driving here!"

He grinned in satisfaction when Riza reached out and pinched Havoc on the arm, quickly hiding the grin as Riza turned her eyes to him. "No, you're not on vacation, but you will be since you had done your meeting here. Just consider it a reward for your hard work these past few weeks, Colonel." She smiled before turning her gaze straight forward to the glass pane in front of her.

He raised an eyebrow at the information, a vacation? Since when do Riza permit a vacation to anyone?

Hearing a snore to his side, he turned his attention to the source of the sound, seeing Maes sprawled all over the seat, snoring loudly. Roy smiled gratefully, quite sure that it was Maes who had come up with this idea.

"Oh hey, we're here." Havoc grinned, speeding up the vehicle and paying the entry fee before zooming in.

Roy's eyes widen when he saw the board. Aquroya's Beach Resort?

Oh no…

There was no way in hell he's going to spend this vacation with the sea.

"Wait! No one told me that it was going to be a beach resort! I'm not going to stay here, understand?" Roy yelled. Havoc quickly skidded the car into a stop and pulled the door on Roy's side open, and all Roy could think was 'what the—' before he was kicked and pushed out of the car along with his suitcase.

He fell on his side with a thump, the suitcase following him, he was about to curse at them when he noticed that it had left him behind when Maes opened the window and yelled his farewell happily, throwing a photo of Elysia after kissing it goodbye and saying that that photo must be taken good care of. The photo finally fluttered to the ground when the car left his sight. His eyes still wide and mouth open wide, unbelieving.

They had left him behind.

Alone.

In this hell.

Taking deep breaths, he exhaled them slowly. Quite sure that he had regained control of his emotions back, he went to pick up the photo. Seeing Hughes and Elysia playing in the beach, a beach ball bigger than Elysia herself held in Elysia's little grubby hands.

Roy was about to shred it to pieces in temper, when he finally realized the consequences later. He shuddered. Sighing, the man walked back to where his suitcase was lying, picking it up, he slid the photo down his pocket as he looked up at the big name sign. He growled and strode along the path to the lobby, kicking little pebbles along the way. Not knowing why he stuck around when he could just call a cab.


Roy really regretted not letting the bellboy help him with his luggage. What the hell had they packed in here?! He dropped the suitcase to the soft carpet below, careful not to crush his feet. He fished the key to his room out of his pocket, opening it with a tap to the detector. He entered the room and flipped on the lights, before dragging the suitcase in and tossing it onto the sofa.

It was quite a nice room, Roy observed. A clichéd cream-colored theme was used it seemed, the suite had the living room as the first room to greet him. Roy looked around the place as he took off his shoes. The wall on the left side of the room wasn't exactly a wall, Roy had discovered when he opened the curtain covering it; apparently, they had decided that the scenery of sea would be enjoyable to look at every time people walked in the living room. He grimaced.

Aside from the big window, nothing else had seemed out of the normal. A television on the far side of the room with a sofa in front of it; a practical sofa, since it could be extended and used as a bed on its own. The room was divided into two parts by a bar table, the smaller of the part functioning as a kitchen, a dinner table in the middle of it.

Roy ended his expedition of the room, and entered the door that's facing the entrance. As he stepped in, he immediately knew that it was the room from the queen-sized bed. There was a hall with a door, one he assumed led to the toilet, a very short one, but still a hall leading to the much bigger space up ahead. The bed faced the continuing wall from the hall, a section along with a painting hung there that experienced light directly from the sun from the veranda built beside the bed.

Roy's face lightens up and immediately opened the door to the veranda. His hair quickly fell into a mess from the strong wind. Stepping to the edge, he leaned on the railing and enjoyed the scenery.

As much as he hated the sea, it… was quite beautiful watching it from above. He shook his head and smiled. Maybe it's not really a bad thing to stay here after all… Well, not that he would. But… When he was reminded of Riza's gun… Roy twisted his face.

Nah… It was quite nice of Maes to go through all the trouble to… plan this little trip… So maybe he would stay. It's only the sea, after all. Yeah…

Roy rubbed his forehead and looked around, quite surprised that they had actually prepared a bottle of wine and a few glass on top of a table that was placed on the veranda. Roy had to say that they do have better preparation than most hotels do as he popped open the bottle and poured himself a glass. He seated himself upon the railing and swirled his wine around before taking a sip.

He continued watching the beach below him when suddenly the dark-haired man yelped and took a grip on the railings as he almost fell when his leg suddenly cramped. He grumbled as he set the glass down on the table before stepping foot on the room and sitting on his bed, rubbing his leg when he noticed a paper on the bedside table just next to the telephone.

A list of calls, Roy realized and he quickly skimmed through the list and finally found the one he had been searching for. Taking the telephone with him, he lied on the bed, punching in the numbers that were given in the list.

He waited for a second before the other line picked up, "Ah, yes, hello, good evening. Is this the massage center? Yes, I'd like to book a room later for tonight if that's all right. Mhm. Roy Mustang." He paused, listening to the other. Almost groaning when the manager picked up the phone to greet him. This… is going to be long vacation; he scowled. Well… I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I could pick up some ladies later on in the beach, he thought as he twisted the phone cord idly while the other man on the phone chattered on.


"Ed?" Schiezka's voice pierced through the silent room, breaking the only occupant of the room's concentration.

Ed looked up, his eyes lingering on the book he was reading to meet Schiezka's eyes. "Yeah?" He hummed out, his eyes returning to the book in front of him, trying to concentrate and read the ancient book he placed in front of him, rubbing the tip of the withering page.

"Uhm," Schiezka paused, still standing by the open door, feeling bad for intruding. "There's a client waiting for you later on in the night. A VIP,"

Ed raised an eyebrow. A VIP?

Well, this was rare…

"Alright," Closing the thick book, he stood up, stretching with Schiezka staring questioningly after him. "I'm just gonna take a walk. Don't worry," He sighed. "I won't ditch." Not with a VIP, he grumbled, a little irritated he won't be having the day to himself and his book. Walking towards the door, he widened it, stepping out of the enclosed room with Schiezka trailing behind him. They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the back door leading towards a garden, where Schiezka finally excused herself and left him with his book.

Ed waved goodbye to her and continued on his way, striding across the garden and stepping into bushes and dense trees, shoving the leaves from his face. Finally the sun shone in his face, and the green vegetation lessened, revealing a sandy beach beyond anyone's sight in the resort.

He had found this hidden place 2 weeks after he'd start working in this place. A chuckle could be heard from dry lips, and a tongue darted out to wet them.

The layout of the place was so big; it had been very easy for anyone who rarely visited the resort to get lost along the way. He's only one of the many. He still remembered how the area confused him when he was trying to get to the manager that had called for him. It didn't take long for him to get strayed from the path and wounded up lost. While looking furiously for the way back, he had found this tiny spot no one had seemed to discover.

He fell in love with the site.

Taking his usual seat on the wet boulder found there, he leant against it, setting the book down beside him and letting his head rest on the rock, gazing the crimson red sky above him. With his boots already taken off, he could feel the waves brush upon his feet, washing away some of the sand and the gentle wind caressing his face, his hand immediately went to his band, freeing his hair from it's confinement to let the wind tousle his undone hair.

It was tranquil here: peaceful. Nothing like the other side of the beach.

He stared across the horizon for a while before deciding to read instead, grabbing his book and hopping on top of the boulder, letting his head rest on the palm tree beside the boulder, opening the last page he had read. An hour or so had gone by unnoticed by him, too absorbed in his reading. The sky had already turned dark, the stars hanging high and lighting up the moonless sky.

Finally finishing the book, he let out a sigh, the thick tome talked about alchemy, an interest of his ever since he was a child. He flipped over the book, looking it over. Of course, he had to thank his old man for this as much as he hated admitting it… He grunted. Putting his book down, he wiped out all the heavy thoughts weighting his mind, replacing it with memories of his brother. He smiled nostalgically, and found himself missing him again.

He hopped down the damp rock, stretching his body, careful not to strain his right shoulder. He left his spot to stand by the sea, and couldn't help but quivered a little bit when the cold water touched his knees. Crouching down, he played with the fishes with his finger, circling his finger around them. Only stopping when all the fishes were chased away.

He missed Al… And the only thing that made him stay here was the fact that he had done all of this for Al himself. He couldn't be selfish, not if he wished the best for his little brother.

He stood up, and ceased his thinking, knowing that it would only make him depressed more. Shoving his feet to the sleek black leather boots, he grabbed his book, and strode towards the pile of big rocks leading to the other side of the beach, the side where people visited more.

He could only question himself why he's going there; still he shrugged, letting the invisible force pull him.

Not knowing that his destination, was going to be the place he'd meet his definition of a bastard.


A/N:

Hello there everyone *waves*. I just want to let everyone know, this fic is unbeta-ed. All the mistakes that were made up there were all my doings, I had tried my best correcting here and there, but nonetheless I'm sure that I had left a few grammar errors unnoticed.

Concerning this fic, I had not made up my mind of where the plot will be going (I can be sure that it will be very perverted and messed up though), and with the exams coming up later this month, I had no time to think it over. Therefore, an update in a week or two would be very VERY unlikely. I'd like to apologize for the OOC-ness as well. I had a hard time writing them, especially Ed, but I've tried my best.

And you don't have to, but I'll really appreciate feedbacks. :)