This is pretty much a drabble, only a bit less than 150 words, and it is a drabble about nothing. But hey. I figure I might as well. I published this first on Deviantart, but there written pieces are rather unnapreciated, so I wanted to try my luck here with this drabble.
Breathing the Same Storm
Prompt: Pain
If Edward Elric could feel no pain for one day, he would spend it sparring with Alphonse. Just so he could truly feel the way his brother did when he fought.
At least that's what he told Mustang, when he asked. The man had blinked, asked why he didn't make use of a painless experience opportunity to look for the Stone. Edward had simply smiled and eyed the man like he was a child who couldn't possibly begin to understand.
But Mustang understood. It took Hughes' death and a whole bottle of whiskey, but he understood, in the end. Roy didn't like whiskey. Edward didn't like pain. But everything that had happened to the brothers was Ed's doing, just like Maes' downfall had been completely and utterly Roy's.
So he took another swig of alcohol, and Edward took another punch to the face.
And they dealt.