Rainy Day Fund
Part One: Why Does it Always Rain On Me?
By burnwaxwings
Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist and not, in any way, making any money from this. Please don't sue me.
Today was one of those days, the FullMetal Alchemist determined. One of those days you get to just sit and reflect on nothing and everything; no missions, no paperwork, not a thing in the world to be done. Ed personally hated these days, because in days like today he made no steps forward, only gazing at his past footprints with distain. Time didn't seem to influence these sorts of days, and it was usually depressing and boring rolled together in a nice ball of pretty pathetic.
Edward did, as a rule, get restless in days like today. He led himself to do things that kept his mind preoccupied. Sometimes it worked, but the real problem was that nothing he could bring himself to clean, fix, tinker, or otherwise mess with ever preoccupied him all day. Most of the time, Edward would later note with annoyance, the white flag was flown around three in the afternoon.
To make matters worse, on this particular day, it was raining like mad in Central.
That's what brought him to where he was now; ironically enough, it was two fifty-five. The blond teen was walking slowly around Central (his justification of walking around in the rain would have been 'I was bored'), red hood raised and eyes watching that little patch of blue the sky held in an otherwise clustered gray mass. The hole in the clouds brought a halo of sunlight down on a small area that, to Edward, seemed just as distant as it was tiny. Golden eyes stared at the beautiful sight and decided that he would think of something other than his past today.
As he began to once again walk in not certain direction, his mind finally changed focus. He wasn't sure why his mind went to Roy, but he wasn't doing much complaining (anything was better than what he did to Al or how much he was missing his mother). He started to think of how Roy was like the area in the sky free of clouds. Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, was different than the other officers in the military; nearly as different as blue to gray.
We may fight quite a bit, Ed thought to himself while he walked his way back to his dorms, but he's working for the greater good. I don't trust him completely, but I don't honestly trust much of anyone. As Edward placed his red coat on the coat rack that he had bought due to Al's request, an even more random thought occurred to him. As much as I believe he really is an egotistic jerk, I'd vote for him given the chance.
"Brother!" A suit of armor spoke as if annoyed. "Why are you all wet? You could catch a cold!"
"Sorry, Al. I just got fidgety again, I guess." The teen shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, brother, Roy wants to see you. Didn't you have the day off today?" Al mixed a metallic and human sound as he crossed his arms and sighed, an obvious sign of reprimand towards his brother.
"Oh, great." Ed sighed. "I wonder what I did this time…"