Loose ends.
by axbatwilo
Warnings : elricest, possible smut in later chapters.
Notes : sort of manga verse, more manga than anime anyway.
Disclaimer : don't own fma.
Prologue : Behind a broken frame.
The pale silvery beam of moonlight disappears for a small amount of seconds before feebly illuminating the interior of the small shack again, suddenly not so abandoned anymore. The intruder casts a look around the place, might have grunted in displeasure at the rusty gardening tools and excessive amount of cobwebs, but doesn't. no one's listening anyway and he's too worn out for it to provide any satisfaction. He makes himself comfortable, as much as he can. He doesn't really care; he'll be gone in the morning and he's not one to need a plushy bed to fall asleep. But first he has to read the newspaper he nicked out of a mailbox. He has to read it thoroughly, wrestle through all the insignificant little articles. It surely isn't the hardest reading he's ever done, but it's boring as hell.
There's no escaping it, though, for he might find another clue. He likes to give him clues, after all, and to make him search relentlessly for it, in the tiniest of places.
Tonight, though, he isn't anywhere near lucky. Halfway through the paper, he falls asleep. Amber eyes close in exhaustion, unaware of the copper ones watching him from the shadows, though the frame of the door that wouldn't close.
The boy outside sighs, disappointed, then slides gracefully inside the cabin. He kneels down next to the sleeping blonde; his moves are easy, confident, fluid. Always fluid. He touches the dirty hair, almost tenderly, eyes wide in awe only emphasizing the innocence radiating from his boyish features.
Carefully, he pulls the newspaper from underneath the sleeping young man, and searches for the right page that he puts in evidence in front of the blonde after writing a short message. He had no trouble finding a pen in the small travelling bag. He tucks the boy in more comfortably, and whispers a goodnight.
He leaves then, not wanting to linger, and the grin on his face is anything but kind.
The prologue title comes from Muse - sunburn.