Watched this last night. HAD to do something about it. ;-; Sorry if We make you cry.

Pairing: RoyEd

Disclaimer: Don't own it!

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THE NOTEBOOK

page one: first love

The hospital was the same as it'd always been: white walls, white beds, white uniforms. The old man smiled to himself, tucking the journal under his arm a little more securely. He didn't want to lose it, after all. This was his only hope.. his only way to contact his love.

He was leaning upon a cane, watching the woman in front of the counter intently as she leafed through the files. "Here you are," said the secretary, smiling at him, but he merely nodded in response and limped off. The secretary couldn't help thinking that he was a little odd; you didn't see many old men with amber eyes, after all.

The man entered the room, training said eyes on the other man who was sitting in a large armchair. The old man smiled, approaching and placing a hand on the sitting man's shoulder, who looked up confusedly with a pair of dark eyes that didn't recognize their current target. The other old man, who sported a long, pale yellow ponytail, held up the journal he'd been carrying. "I'm going to read to you today," he informed the obviously-older man.

"You are?" asked the whitehaired one, who kept his own snowy locks short. "What sort of story?" Obviously he was intrigued.

The ponytailed man sat across from him, opening the book. "A love story. I think you'll like it." His eyes fell across the first page, and he quickly turned to the next, slipping his glasses onto his nose. He opened his mouth, and began to read aloud.

It wasn't that long ago, really, that the boy arrived in town. He was carrying a small brown suitcase, and he was accompanied by his brother, who never left his side. He hated milk, and he had a pair of heavy-looking metal limbs that he was very bitter about.

The darkhaired man had found him two years ago, sitting forlornly in a wheelchair with an empty sleeve and an empty pantleg. He could hardly describe his horror -- nor his amazement -- when he found out just what had gotten the boy to lose them. Of course, this fact soon turned out to be a blackmail point. He could always use it as an excuse to have the child follow orders. For that was all the boy was -- a child.

He watched the boy intently as the blonde shifted under his unrelenting gaze. Roy smirked, handing over a stack of paper. "Congratulations," he said, though his tone was indifferent. "You're now a dog of the military."

A few years passed, and now the pair had really realized what the other had given them. They were quite infatuated with each other, always pining when the blonde went off on a mission. Roy wouldn't have asked him to leave, but for security, they had to be away from each other some of the time.

One day, Edward came back from a place in the Ishbal region called Lior. His clothes were ripped, and he had a few injuries. Roy stared for a moment, then took the boy into his arms. "Had a hard time?" he teased.

Edward scowled up at him. "You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? I had to let myself be captured.."

Smirking, Roy replied, "You didn't let yourself be taken by someone.. else... did you?"

"Of course not, bastard," said Edward easily. "You're all mine."

The ponytailed man placed the bookmark back in its place. "We'll stop there," he told the other man. "It's almost lunchtime." The older man looked disappointed, and the amber-eyed one smiled. "I'll read to you while you eat. Alright?"

"Fine," grumbled the shorhaired one. "But I wanted to know what happened next.." He shrugged, taking up his own cane. "As long as you read again. I like this story."

Edward watched him warmly. I knew you would..

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Don't shoot Us! The chapters are supposed to be short! Based on a movie.