Different Yet The Same: Chapter 1
Ed sighed as he stared out at the storm. Rain slapped against the train rhythmically, drops drizzling down the window. He was so thankful that they were almost back to Central, they'd been gone for nearly a month and he was tired of running around all the time. He never got a chance to relax on a mission. In addition to his fatigue, he was in Roy-withdrawal mode and that man was just about the only thing on his mind.
His forehead pressed against the cool window, fog creeping over the glass as his breath tickled the cold surface. A gloved hand reached up, lazily fingering Roy's name in the fog.
"Hm, Edo, what are you drawing? The colonel?" Al said, peeking over his shoulder. Ed froze, blushing, and thankfully not facing his little brother.
"Huh?...Oh, no. I'm er, studying french..."
"Oh, the word for king is roi, right?"
"Er...Oui..." Ed spoke hesitantly but glad he was able to cover up his thoughts of the colonel.
"Ah, but you made a little mistake, in french, it's r-o-I."
"Oh, you're right." Ed dotted the y. Ed glanced over at his brother who sank back into a state of meditation. 'King, eh' Ed toyed, 'Not really, if ya ask me he's more of a whipping boy.' A smirk curled devilishly across the blond's face as he imagined Mustang; kneeling before him, hands bound, whimpering like a poor puppy caught in the rain. Rain. Ed's thoughts drifted back to the train, hearing once again the patter of heavy rain against the roof.
Roy rolled in his bed again, sheets shifting and rippling around him. He blinked, attempting to keep his eyes shut. He turned onto his stomach. He was restless.
"Hughes..." He whispered aloud, wishing for an answer. It was silent. Roy whined. 'Is it ok that I love Ed? Is it wrong?' He flopped onto his back. 'Am I betraying you?' He picked up the pillow from beneath his head and shoved his face into the soft, blue fabric.
'You..said...' His thoughts drifted off to the night he'd lost his virginity. Hughes was strong, they were against the wall. Roy remembered the pain. He had bit his own lip, deep red blood ran down his pale chin. Maes' words echoed in his head; "I'll always be here, under you." And he was. But Roy wasn't so sure, now that Hughes had passed. Tears stained the pillow.
'When Ed's not here,' He thought, 'I have to much time to think.'