Title: "Odi et Amo"
Author: Predstavlenia Glazala Boga
Warnings: So far, male homosexuality, angstiness, violence, and Roy.
Yes, I do believe that Roy Mustang needs his own special warning label. As in "Warning: Contents may be prone to random acts of evil and/or perversion."
Prologue
The snow fell quietly on the cobbled stone street. The only illumination was a sparse few street lamps, and even they had to strain to pierce the sullen gloom. A pallor had fallen across the whole of Central, though it seemed to find particular purchase around this one building, and the short, blonde youth standing in front of it.
The boy was crying. Not the short, gasping sobs of terror, nor the long, drawn out heaving of loss; no, these were tears of hopelessness. He stared up at the modest dwelling, and knew he would never stand inside it. He saw into the kitchen, and knew he would never taste a meal cooked by the one he loved. He saw into the bedroom, and knew he would never fall asleep next to the angel of his dreams.
He saw into the living room, and spied a woman's purse. His tears transformed in an instant from those of hopeless, unrequited love, to those of betrayal. It did not matter that he had no claim on the man; he thought of the raven-haired vision as his own. For, it was he who loved this man, not that whore! He worked himself into a frenzy, until he could take it no more. He dropped to one knee, and slammed his fist into the stone. Then he did it again. And again. Over and over, until he felt something give. Not the stone; in his hand. He came to his senses, and realized he'd been striking the ground with his flesh-and-blood arm, and that he had just shattered three or four bones, and probably broken a few more. But that didn't matter. All the pain he needed lay in that errant purse, in that man's home.
"I hate you, Roy Mustang. I hate you… and I love you…"
Worry not! More to come!
Just wanted to have something to give you guys, before I went to class.