I noticed this funny little thing and decided to make a little oneshot for it. It's Ed's POV as you can guess. It didn't turn out as I planned but it's still okay, I guess. I hope people enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
…BASTARDS
It takes a lot to deserve to be called a bastard repeatedly by me. A lot. If you manage to do that, you've done something inerasable. Something that will never stop bugging me. It'll stay for the rest of my life. And that's not really nice, you know.
Well, two people have managed to do this. Two men, in fact. That Bastard and Colonel Bastard. The most disappointing people of them all. And there are quite a lot of them, you know. But these are the ones that have affected my life the most in a negative way.
Family matters, right? Family is a strong thing nobody can take apart. It isn't only blood relations, it's something even more. It affects everyone. I have quite a few people who I can call my family. People who have been there for me, people who have taken care of me or just been there for me when I've needed them. I remember how when I was a kid I thought that no matter what, families couldn't be taken apart. Never.
Oh how wrong I was, once again. I hate being wrong.
That particular thought proved to be untrue when That Bastard decided to just go. He packed, opened the door and left at early morning. Mum knew he was leaving but That Bastard didn't even bother to wake us up. Not that we didn't but that was all an accident. I haven't been in contact with him since that. It isn't that I haven't tried. It's just that nobody knows where he is. It hurts. I remember a shady figure standing by the door. That's my only living memory of him. The only one. Everything else has already disappeared. I can't even remember his face anymore. Sometimes I just have to stop to think how much did he ever care of us. Not much if he left like he did. It's unfair. Father should be there for his family. Especially when his children didn't have anyone else to look after them anymore. But That Bastard proved to be more cold-hearted than he ever showed. He doesn't deserve to be called a father who he never was.
So there is the bastard number one. That Bastard. Let's move to another one.
People might be curious about why I decided to call the Colonel Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist "Colonel Bastard." Those people are blind, let me tell you. I just hope you weren't one of them. Because Bastard is someone who has gotten close to me and then pushed me away. Colonel Bastard did that.
He hides it all behind that bloody smirk of his and annoying insults. I just don't care anymore of him. Or that's what I'd want to say. But yes… who can't care about their father-figures?
Yes. That's right. I hate Colonel Bastard for never being the father I was looking for. At times he acts like it but then he crashes it back to the reality. I hate him. Colonel Bastard. If he'll ever find out about my feelings he'll make fun of me for the rest of my mind. He's cold-hearted too.
Those are the reasons that That Bastard and Colonel Bastard deserve to be called bastards.
They were never the fathers I wanted them to be.
And I hate the fact that I still care about both of them.
…Bastards.
Let's go and slap those bastards. Review, please?
(And I apologize for my fics being this short. I usually make longer but this isn't actually a story so I think I like it more when it's short.)
