When the Day Met the Night

By: Xellion

A/N: Hello again, I have returned. Only this time in another FMA fic. I have discontinued One Last goodbye as a side note and this has become my new project. I actually have a plot and this story will be split up into two segments. Also, don't let the beginning fool you, but its post-movie and Edward is still on the other side of the portal. By the way, I do not own FullMetal Alchemist, thank God. Other wise those two would have admitted their feelings aloooong time ago. I also don't own When the Day Met The Night by Panic! At The Disco. Okay, let's do this thing.

"When the moon fell in love with the sun,
All was golden in the sky,
All was golden when the day met the night.

When the sun found the moon,
She was drinking tea in a garden.
Under the green umbrella trees,
In the middle of summer."

Chapter One: All Was Golden

Warm sturdy arms embraced my body as I lay in the sheets; I was wide awake again, in the middle of the night. I just couldn't stop thinking about how perfect this moment was. Maybe nothing else was perfect in the world, but this was. I had been wanting, no needing comfort for a very long time. I just wanted some one to hold me, and utter sweet nothings to me. Maybe my lover wasn't so good about the second part, but when he did say something it was heartfelt and beautiful. It often made me gasp first, before my insides went all warm and my face flushed. I slowly turned around in the arms of the other man that held me so I could watch him. His handsome face held an expression of sheer content as he slept.

Finally I reached up with my flesh hand, and gently brushed my fingers along the ivory cheeks of my partner. I smiled when his eyes opened up to greet me; they were almost hidden by his mess of black hair, but not quite.

"I thought you were asleep…" I murmured.

"I was…but I've been awake for some time now."

"Doing what?"

"Just thinking…you were too, apparently..."

"Do you love me…?"

"Yes, and I always will."

Edward flopped onto his desk, quite hopelessly, laying his arms across it in some vein attempt to express how exasperated he really felt inside. He was done with this world already, and he wanted to go home right now. He sighed softly, knowing that dream would never become a reality. He looked up, through his golden bangs, which now slightly covered his eyes, towards the direction of his younger brother. Alphonse was working away on some kind of solution, as if he could feel Edward's eyes on him he turned around.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"I just miss home, Al." that wasn't all he missed; he purposely left that part out. His heart arched at the very thought of the person he longed for…. Colonel Mustang . Just thinking about that man's arrogant smile sent shivers down his spine. "Lets go for the night, I'm hungry!"

"We can't, I haven't finished yet."

"Well my bets are on that you won't finish any way."

"Hey! What's with you tonight, brother? I think some of the Colonel's laziness rubbed off on you some how.." that did it, he couldn't stand himself any more. Edward rose from his chair and straightened himself out. After putting on a thick coat, and not explaining his actions, he decided to leave on his own. Even though Alphonse wailed after him, he knew better than to follow Ed, his older brother needed his alone time….

He walked down a river bank, kicking a stone like a bored and lonely child. Everything felt so upside-down and inside-out…he had even known when he decided to return to this alternate world he would be stuck here…possibly forever. Of course, now he'd wished he had not made such a rash decision. But it was far too late, and now he missed everything about Amestris. Including the man he claimed to hate with every fiber of his being. The truth was, Edward didn't really hate Roy…when he really though about it, there wasn't a single thing he actually despised. Even his smug, sarcastic, totally-full-of-himself, entirely-confident nature was something to admire. And Edward suspected those very traits were what made him even more attracted to the Colonel. Which was just pathetic. It truly was. Women fell at that man's feet just because of those very things.

Wait.

Stop.

Did Ed just call himself a woman?! He flailed slightly at the though 'NO! I'm not a woman!! I can PROVE it!! Just because I admire him the way they do…Well it doesn't mean ANYTHING!!'. After a while he stopped his spastic movements, it was just then he realized something. His brother had made a lot of new friends since they came here, while he hadn't even spoken to another human being. Well, scratch that. He had tried, and failed many times because these people were so….boring. He remembered trusting people, knowing them, and enjoying the time he spent with them. But lately, is seemed like he was sinking further into isolation, and he preferred it. This strange coping mechanism also reminded him of Roy. The Colonel worked with people day-in and day-out and yet he kept a thick barrier between himself and others. For all the time Ed had known him, he had secretly been trying to wiggle his way into that barrier.

He had seen scarce glimpses of the man behind the military uniform, but he never actually got to see the real Roy Mustang. That though alone made his heart drop, because he feared soon that not even Alphonse would be able to get through to him. He would be emotionally detached from the world. Edward began walking again as his stomach gave a hungry growl. He was starved, and he only had enough money for a small snack. The blond wasn't eating very well, and hadn't been for some time. It was starting to show. He wished he could pig out like he used to, but he and his brother were just barely getting by as it was.

He climbed the hill that he had taken to get down to the river bank and broke into a full run. He was heading straight for the large market on the main street. Edward knew exactly what he wanted and when to get it.

He stood in line, crushing his money in his hands while standing on the tips of his toes, craning his neck this way and that. But try as he might, Edward couldn't see the glass counter that held what he desired most for the moment…doughnuts. There was a very tall gentleman a few persons ahead of him that was blocking his view and he was becoming extremely pissed off about it. 'God dam nit, you fat COW!' mind you, the individual he was cursing at in his head was a lean fellow in a pressed suit. 'Move the hell out of the way so I can SEE!!' This guy was taking forever deciding what he wanted! As if the entire world revolved around him, how revolting! 'Who the hell does this guy think he is? GOD?! I'm STAVING!!'

That was it.

No more waiting.

Edward cut the costumers in front of him and rapped the male on the shoulder.

"I have been here fifteen minutes, starving to death because I can't afford real food! Now make a choice or I'll choose for you!" The figure turned his was and his jaw dropped when he met a familiar pair of eyes.

"Is that so?" followed a deep silky voice that went straight to Ed's groin. "I didn't intend to keep you waiting. Here, I assume these are what you want." He held out a box of assorted doughnuts to the small blond. But he didn't really respond. Edward just stood there, mouth gaping and eyes wide. So the stranger waved his free hand in front of Ed's face "Hello?? Any one home?" Finally Ed snapped out of his trance.

"I'm sorry. Take as long as you like, I was just being rude and inconsiderate, as always. I don't really want your doughnuts either; I can get my own, if they still have any left. If not I'll just go somewhere else, its fine."

"That was a long explanation," Ed frowned at that, which soon turned into a death glare when the older male laughed at him. "There was no need for any of that."

"Sorry, just forget I said anything." He said, smiling sheepishly.

"Are you sure you don't want these?" he motioned towards the box.

"No I can get my own."

"Well all right then…" he finally moved away from the glass counter, only to reveal that there weren't any doughnuts left for Ed to have.

Not one.

"You bastard! You KNEW I was standing behind you, waiting and starving to death and you took the rest to get an upper hand on me!" Ed hadn't even realized how crazy those accusations sounded to the other people in the market. But he hoped, by making such crazy allegations and blurting them out this guy might retort with something so utterly….Roy.

"What terrible things said by some one so young..and small." There it was. Ed would have thrown out a long exasperated rant about the comment, but his heart was too busy soaring into the skies. He was almost relieved.

"Gimme those!" He snatched the box of doughnuts and took of with 'em, not even allowing the other male time to react. When he was a few blocks away he checked behind him for two things A) that the guy hadn't followed him to beat him to a pulp or B) called the Fuzz on his ass to retrieve the stolen good. He found a nice dark alley way and began scarfing down the sugary treats and he discovered something….

They tasted sweeter when stolen.

A/N: He totally WOULD steal doughnuts. Especially if he was starving. By the way, Fuzz is just another name for the police. It was created back in the sixties I think. I like the term so I threw it in there.