Summery
A sweet Roy x Ed story. A series of events leads a certain alchemist to lose most of his memories and gain something not so great in return. Also a few other strange plot lines. Sorry but I just cant write summaries at all and I like to put a whole bunch of stories in one. Kekekeke. (The first chapter is based on the episode 'Flame Vs Fullmetal' but has a surprising twist) WARNING-character death Use of yaio And midgets who attack at random- you have been warned.
Oh em gee here it is! I know it really sks right now v.v;; but I have to put something up. Its be nearly 2years since my last story FMA Kids and allot of people liked it so.. I got brave and tried something with a little more pizaz (lol pizaz) Please, I beg you down on knees Do not hunt me down and beat me with sticks untill there is nothing left of me D: I know its really bad because I didnt do much editing, and the begginings really choppy and there are some spelling and grammer issues but at least it has a good concept. I duno maybe I have low self esteem or im a perfectionist but I dont think its all that great. v.v;; Well anyway read and reviw. Reviws really boost my confidence and motivate me to write more so plz plz plz do. Enjoy -even though its bad-
-The world without you Is just like a jigsaw puzzle It's still eternally missing pieces and incomplete Because it's impossible For anyone to replace you-
Just another day in Central or not
-A soul that cannot be saved drifts and disappears
In the instant it vanishes, it shines faintly
Now, it creates a night with a full moon-
"Damn its freezing in here" Roy cursed to himself as he watched time pass out his window. "I cant believe that its gonna take one whole week before the maintenance staff can fix that stupid heater" It had been another cold day in central this week and of corse the damn heater in his office had broken. Many time during the day the thought of burning that evil paperwork to keep warm had crossed his mind, and it would be a great excuse for not doing it. But then the thought of Riza walking in and catching him, that along with the fact that she always carried a loaded pistol made him think twice before slipping his gloves out of his pocket. "How the hell can it be this cold when there's no snow on the ground!" he cursed while staring aimlessly out his office window. Roy pulled his coat tighter around himself as he eased back into his frozen leather chair. He shivered as the leather made contact with the bare skin on the back of his neck and sat upright more. Whoever decided on putting leather chairs in all the offices was going to be shot, he thought as he went back to his paperwork.
It was to be another long day in central Ed thought to himself as he slowly opened the ominous door to Head Quarters. Head Quarters was a vary large building making it terribly easy to get lost in the maze of hundreds of corridors. Each one looked exactly the same. Blue tile, a chair sat crookedly at the end of each and every hall, exactly twenty doors on each side that all looked alike, and a small supply room with various cleaning supplies in them. However he had been here so many times before (every Tuesday to be exact) Ed could have drawn a map of the place with ease. Today was very different though. For one it was Friday, and two he was here for his three year alchemy exam. The thought of it made him just want to turn around and sneak off now, he would really rather be anywhere else at the moment. As he walked down the hall he counted the doors off.
"18...19...20. Ah here It is." Edward mumbled to himself. The words 'Roy Mustang Flame Alchemist' were etched on a small neat plaque that hung loftily on the bluish door. He gave the door a light knock that was quickly answered by a mumbled "Be right there give me two minutes." from an annoyed colonel. Ed found himself soon pacing the halls waiting just waiting for something to go wrong. It seemed no matter where he was trouble always wisent too far behind. The air seemed to feel thicker and thicker with each passing moment as his nerves got the better of him. His hands began to
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shake and so he tried to calm himself in vain. After a while he began to stare at the blue tile that covered the floor, tracing each crevice with his line of vision. What seemed like hours's passed before Ed was finally able to steady himself and sit in the chair outside Roy's office. He felt warm, fidgety and uneasy so much so that he had to close his eyes and count to ten. It was an old trick that his mother had taught him whenever he felt uneasy and it always worked. Somehow he seemed to feel comforted knowing that his mother showed him the trick. He just had to do well on this test, for her, for Al and for everybody he ever cared about. If he failed and lost his position in the military he'd never be able to get access to the documents he needed to create the stone! Edward quickly nodded his head to himself promising he wouldn't fail.
After another short while, a low murmuring carried from behind the closed door of the flames office, and that was all it took. Edward was already standing against Roy's door spying on his conversation with Riza. The young alchemist could never refuse the opportunity to eves drop on other peoples conversation's, but he enjoyed Roy's in particular because they always seemed to have good information in them that otherwise the smug bastard would never tell him. They spoke softly so that he was only able to make out a little bit of what they were saying.
"How do you devised to test him this year sir?" Riza's voice sounded heavy with authority and her words were pronounced clearly with a business like tone. Ed thought to himself what her kids would be like if she were to marry. He tried to imagine Riza as a worried mother but only laughed at it, a worried mother with a loaded pistol didn't seem to fit quite well. I wonder what her parents used to say when she told them when she gets older she wants to play with guns.
"I Suppose this year I should throw him off with maybe a battle to test his alchemic skills instead of the usual written test." came a cocky, devilish voice he knew all to well. It belonged to the one that he now reffed to as the "Bastard colonel".
"Great" he said to himself , "Not only am I nervous as hell, I'm going to have to fight that bastard cornel to top it off ! I bet he already has about a hundred short jokes prepared just for the occasion." Ed slumped down in front of the door and sulked. Why me! Suddenly the door behind him unexceptedly flew open. (Ed being as small as he was Ed: who the hell you call-in small !! Me: oh shut up !) knocked across the hall landing in the storage closet with a large thud. Then the clattering of the shelves items falling down. Riza stepped out noticing the small alchemist sitting in the little room with a mop on his head and a dazed look in his eyes.
"Ed?" Riza asked confused, "what are you doing in the broom closet?" Ed still dazed from being hit on the head with a bucket a dust pan and a mop that was currently still atop his head replied grumpily "What's it look like I'm doing taking a bath!" she stared at him dumbfounded at the senseless idea then realized the sarcasm in his voice and dismissed the prior comment.
"Anyways the colonel is waiting for you." she said business like again. Ed stood up and dusted his coat off "Oh joy" he retorted and walked passed her with an aggravated 'If he makes one more ONE more comment on my height your gonna have to shoot me
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before I kill him' look on.
"Good luck" she announced hoping the words of encouragement might lighten Ed's mood. Ed smiled weakly at her.
"Thanks I'll need it." he replied halfheartedly. At lest someone besides Al wanted him to do good on this exam. As he stepped into Roy's office he noticed Riza saluting him on his way in. Ed casually walked to the small black couch at his left, sat down heavily and crossed his legs. His arms spread over the back of it as he settled into the icy cushiness. Mustang was sitting at his desk with his elbows placed upright hands overlapping and his chin rested on top. His dark eyes followed him from the door to the couch while he thought up more short jokes. A long pause came between the two with Roy staring sarcastically at Ed and Ed staring off in the other direction to show he didn't care.
"Well Fullmetal," Roy spoke calmly, " I suppose that you want to take the test now correct."
"Lets just get it over with," Ed complained impatiently "this room is freezing, I thought you were the flame alchemist not frosty the snowman." At that an aggravated look washed over Roy's face but he was quick to regain his calm look. "Well I suppose I would turn the heat up should I have had any. Unfortunately the maintenance staff seem to be on vacation and the heater is damaged. At any rate," Now Roy thought time to crack a joke, " this year as you probably already know form spying," Roy paused for a moment to catch a glimpse of the young blond blushing in confusion of how he knew that not realizing that when automail leans against a door the sound of metal hitting wood was quite loud, so he continued, "is going to be a physical test. I assume you've been practicing your alchemy what with you being so short it might be an unfair advantage for me." The blush faded as Ed shot up from his seat screaming at the top of his lungs " Woh the hell you calling so small that they cant even hold there own in a fight!"
"Ed," Roy smirked, " if you don't keep your temper under control I'll fail you weather you do good or not." That had done the trick Ed sat back down slowly scowling all the while. He was going to get back at that bastard later (Evil thoughts begin to run through his head :) Bwah ha ha!) but for now he had to play the part of the military dog and sit and stay.
"We shall battle in the parade grounds to avoid collateral damage, And as far as rules go just don't kill your opponent." Roy smirked at Ed creating an uncomfortably long silence. "Well what the hell are we waiting for, are we going to fight or not !" Ed yelled out impatiently. Roy looked agitated and huffed. The fun was over.
"Fine then, I shall see you on the grounds at precisely eleven hundred hours." Ed stood up and saluted Roy who motioned his hand to dismiss the boy. Ed walked out rather quickly with his awful death stare on. Roy loved that face but he liked being the one to provoke it in the first place even more.
Roy let his memories drift back to the day he first met Edward. As he thought he leaned back in his chair crossing his legs, the day Edward had lost his arm and leg he seemed so helpless, and yet such a strong will to move on like it was nothing. He
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remembered the pitiful little boy who cried himself to sleep for the first three nights afterwards, not because of the pain but because of painful memories and what had become of his little brother. Then he thought of the boy he knew today strong willed and mature (when he felt like it). Roy knew he was always tough on him but he only did it to toughen him up for the real world. Ed may look small and young in appearance but at heart he was more mature than most adults with twice the responsibilities weighing him down like chains.
Roy looked up at the clock on his wall 10:58 it said. He sat up groaning as he pulled his head off of his desk. Man, using such a hard surface as a pillow was murderous on your neck. He must have fallen asleep because a puddle of drool had collected around him and was soaking all of his important papers. which didn't matter much anyway he never planed on doing them anyhow He straightened the wrinkles out of his uniform stood up and walked out of his office locking the door behind him. Roy made his way down the corridor as his long uniform swished in rhythm with the clicks of his military issued boots. The halls were quit as he turned the corner towards the back exit. He pushed hard on the door (but it didn't open so he pushed harder still. Finely he read the sign on the door which said "PULL" in big bold letters. He laughed at his stupidity and did as the sign instructed. (Come on now who hasn't done that before, LOL sorry thats not part of the story I just had to put it in) and listened to it open with a satisfying click. When he reached the parade grounds the audience of soldiers that had accumulated fell silent.
"Took you long enough" Ed hissed obviously still furious his hands formed anxious fists. 'Well' Roy though, 'He seems excited enough to take a shot at me'
Edward and Roy slowly made their way to the center field as a strong breeze blew their cloths about wildly. There was a long pause in which the soldiers fell quiet, Ed stared furiously and a small flag was waved in the distance by Riza as she hurried off in the other direction. At that the fight began with a raging fireball that ripped through the center of the field. "That was a cheep shot" Ed yelled in dissent grumbling and planing his next shot. "A soldier favors haste over cleverness," Mustang said with a smirk , "it means there are no cheep shots, Edward. strike quickly, and you'll end it quickly, too." He lectured the soldiers in the distance who looked quite impressed and yet scared of him. Oh well, Roy thought to himself at least they would all regard his power now so that he may gain the respect of the higher ups and the lower classes.
"Damn Mustang !" Edward cursed as he slapped at his coat to stop the flames from burning it. He quickly brought his hands firmly together and pulled his left hand over his auto-mail arm, pulling it back quickly to reveal a sharp serrated edge. Ed began to charge full speed towards Mustang. Mustang who didn't seem in the least bit worried and unerringly calm with one hand looming in his pocket, reached out and snapped his fingers with ease as if the whole thing were just a joke rather a fight. Flame leapt from his
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fingertips and made its way towards Ed. However Ed ducked off to the side completely dogging the attack and continued his charge towards the dark haired man. Upon reaching him Ed swung the blade desperately towards his hand just missing the skin but skimming the top of his glove cutting off the transmutation circle. "What are you gonna do now !?," Ed boasted , " thats advantage one Elric!" At that Roy brought his other hand out of his pocket revealing yet another white silky glove. Roy couldn't help it as a small smile played at his lips.
"This!" he shouted enjoying the disbelief in his opponents eyes. Quickly he snapped his fingers, yet this time the attack hit it's mark perfectly causing the young boy to be herald skyward. Ed hit the ground with a loud thunk right at the colonel's feet. Roy held a hand out towards him in the snapping position a malicious smile on his face at this point.
Then suddenly his eyes grew wide and the smile faded from his lips as he looked at the sight before him. His eyes darted anxiously around the room. Was it real or not, had he lost his mind? A small ishballian boy sat in a corner in front of him with a gun in his hands. The room quite dark except for the light of a single candle flame flickering and dancing, daring anyone to come close enough touch it. The boy was shaking in fear of the older man his dark eyes shown with fright. Roy remembered this from somewhere. It was the ishballian rebellion, for some reason seeing Ed in the same position as this boy brought back realistic memories of the times he had spent as an active soldier on the battle field.
Roy fell to his knees remembering all to well what had happened next a look of pure terror written clearly across his face. This was the first human life he had ever ended. With one fell snap there was screaming and then, nothing the boys life had ended at the flame alchemists hand. So many lives snuffed out one by one the light leaving the boys eyes as a locket around his neck clicked open. A picture of what looked to be his sister was only there for seconds before being destroyed by the reckless flames. So many memories came flooding back all at once it was overwhelming. The town that had disappeared in a single night with one fell snap, the burning building ,the little girl clinging to her doll as if it would offer her comfort to the raging flames around her, but most of all the two kindly doctors he had shot still holding on to the picture of their daughter that they had begged to see one last time but now, blood seeped into the corners of the frame staining the girls long blond hair. His friend his best friend Hughs dead leaving behind his family and beloved little girl, leaving behind his best friend that so desperately needed him now. His comforting words 'It'll all turn out good in the end you'll see' rang through his head. Sharp screams of pain echoed all throught his thoughts as he held his fists over his ears trying to block out the sounds. The same screams that had haunted his dreams for years. He could feel his breathing being restricted and his sight coming in and out of focus. The air felt thick and made him cough uncontrollably. His eyes shut tight to the memories and slowly fell away from reality.
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