Just a little something I started in my spare time and decided to continue. Now I'm warning you, the characters in here will probably be OOC most of the time. >>
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters. I do however own the plot blah blah blah. Anyway, you get the idea. Read and review for Yuki.
He stepped out of the train. He was glad to be back in Central, glad to see familiar faces, glad to be back home. He swung his long, black coat over his shoulder and walked into the heart of the city. As he traveled he hummed a small, happy tune.
Edward Elric was a grown man now, standing tall and slender. He smiled at the thought of Mustang's expression when he presented himself. Perhaps Mustang wouldn't even recognize him, he had changed quite a lot. His golden hair had grown long, lightly brushing against the hem of his current shirt. His bangs were longer, curving around his face and tucking under his chin.
He stopped in front of the gate, memories flashing in front of his eyes. Mustang opened the door, oblivious to Ed's presence. He turned after locking the door, eyes meeting with Ed's. A sudden look of shock came upon Mustang's face, disappearing quickly within a second.
"Ed," he whispered. "Back so soon?" Ed's bottom lip quivered. He was so nervous, but he wouldn't let it show to his superior. Mustang opened the door to his home, allowing Ed inside. "Here you are," he said. "Make yourself at home. I'll be back for lunch." He walked past the young blonde, placing his hand lightly upon his shoulder before leaving.
Ed let himself inside Mustang's beautiful home, closing the door behind him. He breathed deeply, taking in Mustang's missed scent. He hadn't known what made him stumble to Mustang's house in the first place. Was it the missed smell, the loss of affection, or was he just walking absent-mindedly? After all, he was so used to visiting Roy after he'd gotten back from traveling.
He felt his way around, running his flesh hand over the old trinkets and furniture that he had once seen everyday. He had to admit, he missed Mustang's humble home, and even more so, his cooking. Ed's mouth watered at the thought of the Colonel baking up a batch of cookies, or even better, a home cooked meal.
With his mind hungry on food, he found his way into the kitchen. He opened Mustang's refrigerator, scanning its contents like a hawk searching for a field mouse. He found nothing of his interest. He left the kitchen and instead sat upon the leather couch. Getting comfortable, he placed his feet up on the armrest, planning on taking a quick nap to pass the time.
A while later, Ed awoke to the sound of a violin. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and recognizing the sound. Smiling, he jumped off the couch to find the source of the sound. It was as he expected – Mustang's rosined bow dancing across his decorated violin. Ed swaggered into the room, moving with the tune of the violin. Mustang stopped, hearing Ed's footsteps come closer.
"Why did you stop?" he asked. "It was beautiful." his superior grinned, basking in the attention. "It is beautiful as it was." A fairly light shade of pink appeared upon Ed's cheeks, staining his face. Mustang chuckled slightly, running his gloved hand across the blush on Ed's face. He turned a deeper shade of pink, holding his superior's arm gently. Mustang placed his free hand under Ed's chin, pulling his face closer to his own.
They didn't kiss. It disappointed Ed greatly. He had wanted this moment to happen, thinking about it ever since he left for Central. But now, it was just a distant memory, one that he revisited, one that he played over and over again in his mind. He loved the feeling, and he was sure Mustang did as well. But then, if he enjoyed it so, why did he rejected him?