Disclaimer: If only I did own full metal – there would probably be more hugs for Ed and Roy…but I don't, hence I'm writing fanfiction…
Note: This is my first attempt at a Royed, so I'm sorry if it sucks, also – in this story, Roy and Ed are already together – hence Ed is in Roy's bed.
It was sudden. And haunting. It was sudden, and haunting and mortifying. The distraught cry remains ringing in everyone's ears for days after. Horrible dreary days, dreadful days. Days in which friends huddled together to drive away despair and days in which one young alchemist remains still and silent in Roy's big bed, face towards the wall, blankly staring with empty, lonely eyes. For days after that bright sunny day. The bright, sunny day when Al's armour body began to quake and minutes after, his soul slipped away. And then there was that horrible cry, and Roy had sprinted to fast, pulling the young alchemist back and pinning his arms to his sides to stop him from clapping and risking his life. And constantly that cry, a wounded animal cry, mingled with a yell. "Al. Al. Al." until it turned into a terrible chant and Ed fell silent, slumping against the body that held him, and, with unseeing eyes, allowed himself to be lifted and carried away.
Note again: I know that was really short, but I thought I'd put at least something up before I went away for the day, I'll probably write more tonight. And I'm sorry that I made Al die – it's in the manga I think, that it tells us that souls don't remain attached forever – it's a chance of luck or whatever – like in the movie, when Al's soul transfer thingy only works for a little while. I have more to write, so please review and let me know if I'm doing a good job…