READ HERE FIRST!!!--- Gah, sucky writing. This isn't one of my better fics, but I felt like throwing it out there anyway. I have no big goal, I just want to write fifty drabbles, If I can make it that far. Most of them are probably going to suck but...oh no, wait! Im supposed to be getting you to READ them. Ehe...nono! They're really good, read them all! Oh and...

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So that's about it. insert disclaimer

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(By the way, this first fic is RoyHavoc (Whats wrong with me? I hate that pairing...), with HavocFuery if you squint. I will be writing HavocFuery later seeing as I love that pairing.)

Rain

Rain.

As much as it reflected sadness to so many people, Kain Fuery loved the rain. Because to him, rain was emotionless, rain was free. Rain could fall wherever it wanted, on whoever it wanted, whenever. Rain had nothing to feel, nothing to say. It was strong in a subtle way, because it had no emotions to bring it down, to fail it.

How many times had he tried to be like the rain? Watching Havoc- his Havoc- run off with Roy Mustang of all people. He'd always feared deep down that they'd end up together some day, and now that it happened...he wasn't quite sure what to do. So he did nothing.

He often watched them walk home together, sharing an umbrella and holding hands when they thought no one else was there. For a while it pained him, tortured him to know they were together. Not so much that Havoc spent more time with Roy, but that he was the one being forgotten. Fuery never had many friends, one or two, but they never lasted very long. Havoc had been the only person he'd ever known that truely gave a damn about him just because he didn't want him to get hurt, not because he was of importance in the military, or some other reason.

But ever since the day when Roy asked Havoc out for a drink 'alone' with him, all the small things that made up Fuery's day- the small waves, smiles, ruffles of hair he'd received from Jean all stopped. The two of them sort of just...stopped. There was no more sharing their lunch hours, or just sitting and talking during lunchbreak. No more greetings of 'Hey, Kiddo!' or offers for a ride home on rainy days. That was what really got him.

So, Fuery had developed a habit of sitting and reflecting on rainy days like this one, just watching Mustang and Havoc walk together, talk together, all that. He really didn't care if he got sick, no one else would be affected (apparently). It was like he'd somehow melted into the background, unseen by the naked eye.

But the suttle feeling of jelousy began to fade the more he watched the two. Because when Havoc was with Roy, he always looked happy, and that's all that mattered. That's why Fuery loved watching the two together so much, because he had such a deep trust and love for Jean that as long as he was happy, nothing else mattered.

And so he'd reduced his life to making sure no one ever caught him watching Roy and Havoc together, to keep everyone from knowing how he really felt. To be emotionless, like the rain. He didn't know how long that barrier would last...

But it was good enough for now.