Okay I got distracted and wrote this. Its shonen-ai for those who were stupid enough not to read the summary ( I'm kidding! I love anyone who will read this ^^)
EdxRoy
Just because I can ;P
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist I just take it and mutate it.
Roy falls asleep on his desk and Ed shows up seeing him hiving a nightmare. What will Ed do? POST MOVIE
So without further irritation I give you the story.
'Damned Colonel Bastard, does he always need an oral report on everything I do?' Edward Elric's thoughts ran free as he trudged to his favorite office, 'Stupid Pyromaniac, I bet he's smirking his ass off just thinking of all the short jokes he can use on me. I'm almost as tall as him now anyway!'
Ed sighed, he thought of Al back in Risembool living with Granny and Winery, but no Ed chose to stay in the military for god-knows-why. Ed thought to when they arrived back from the other side of the Gate. Why did he stay in the military? Ed couldn't put his finger on it.
Shrugging he kicked open the door to Mustang's office and threw himself on the couch. Turning his head to the colonel he saw… nothing. Wait. No. Mustang's head was buried in his arms and from the shaking of his shoulders it looked like he was crying.
"C-Colonel?"
There were pained screams from unknown places. Fire spread around him, smoke filled his nostrils. His fire, he created that pain, that suffering, people were dying because of him. He ran to where he thought the voices where coming from but his surrounding's never changed, he was trapped in his own fire. No matter where he ran the volume of screams followed as intense as when he first heard them. Their shrills rang in his ears, blaming him, cursing him, begging for help. He saw no body, nothing but pure wild flame. He tried to scream out for help but nothing emerged from his dry throat. How could those others scream so loudly in his ear and yet he himself had no voice? Why? Why? Why did it have to be his fault? All his fault...He sank to his knees as the wild flame crept closer to him and he wept, he wept for not being able to do anything, for himself and for those now dying or dead. The flames tasted the clothes on his body licking and smoldering the edges of his uniform, he now welcomed it wanting to have his own weapon be his demise. But no, he fell, into darkness...
Ed stood, taking slow steps to the desk tilting his head to try and see Mustang's face. His superior still shook and what seemed like a choked sob, muffled by his arms came from the man.
"Mustang?"
Ed walked next to Mustang's chair and rested a hand on the older man's shoulder. Mustang flinched turning his head to one side and Ed saw something he never expected to see on the colonel's face. His eye's were closed and tears sparkled on the corners of them, his face was twisted from the normal cool, calm, and smirking, to a pained, fearful, and defeated look.
"Hey…Hey, Colonel Bastard wake up." Ed shook Mustang's shoulder a few times only to provoke another quiet cry from the sleeping man, Ed could see the eye's behind his lids moving rapidly from side to side.
"Colonel Bastard." Who had said that? From his knees he peered into the darkness finding nothing. Upon turning;, his eyes me the melting gold of the sun. No, better, Edward. The young man's blazing eyes held fire, but not the fire that Roy both hated and loved. No, it was that great fire the fire that held passion, and fury. It held raw emotion that was strong enough to melt anything in its path, but this fire was tamed in a way; locked inside of Edward's eyes. "Stop being an idiot." said the brilliant figure reaching a hand out for him to grasp. The darkness around Roy began to close in, he reached out desperately for the safety of that hand, somehow knowing if he only could be with that brilliance everything would be alright. Their hands stretched almost touching, but the heavy darkness swiftly swallowed Roy, shielding him from his only light, his only ray of hope...
"Oh, no." Ed knew what kind of dream this was, Alphonse had described what Ed had looked like during a horrible nightmare before and now with Ed seeing it in Mustang, he became slightly panicked.
"Hey, its okay, your dreaming," Ed rubbed his human left hand in a circle on Mustang's back, "You're okay, nothing's wrong, you're okay."
Ed knew about nightmare's, if someone was having a bad nightmare and you woke them in the midst of it you might get yourself strangled, you had to calm them down and gently wake them. When his brother was little he used to get night terrors and Ed's mother had told him how to help his brother if she wasn't there. After she died Ed put that training to very good use.
Mustang's tight face softened slightly but the shaking continued, "Mustang your okay, it's okay, you're the Flame Alchemist you can get through anything."
"Flame you know what to do. Don't come back unless you've gotten them all." Roy stumbled through the darkness around him, he couldn't recognize the voices but it didn't matter they only wanted him to kill.
"You're the Flame Alchemist, get through your little fit and get on the field!"
"You've already killed hundreds of men and women, what's a couple more?"
The voices of his tortured past ripped through him like the thorns of the darkness ripped at his clothes and body, but he was numb of pain, he was a soldier and alchemist, he wasn't expected to be human...
Mustang's face twisted again and he let out an anguished sound that might have bordered on words but Edward couldn't make them out, maybe that wasn't the best idea he thought as Mustang shuddered violently.
"R-Roy? Hey, I didn't mean it, its okay. Roy, I'm right here….Damn." Ed lifted one of Mustang's heavy arms around him and slowly pushed the man's spinney chair (1) toward the couch. Carefully he moved the man's body so it was lying on the couch in a more comfortable position. Mustang curled into a ball.
Edward sighed, "I owe you too much to just leave you like this." he said. Or maybe he was just trying to give himself an excuse not to leave when this man he'd known for a good portion of his life was in a vulnerable state, and while he might not need him, Ed wanted to be there to help as much as he could.
Ed got up his muscles protesting from lifting the larger man, and pulled Mustang's boots off tossing them behind the desk. Silently he sat on the floor near Mustang's face and took a gloved hand into his own gloved hand, tracing circles on the palm of Mustang's sleeping form, and muttering words of comfort into his ear making sure to use Roy's name as Roy. Ed decided he liked calling him that, as long as the man wasn't awake to tease him about it. After a while the man's shaking subsided and his body relaxed.
There was a blanket of warmth spreading through his hand. That heavy dreaded darkness cringed away from the warmth. Light ebbed into Roy's surroundings revealing an open field with a few tree's and lots of wild flowers, a scene not unlike that he had seen in Edward's hometown of Risembool, a remarkably beautiful place. Roy wondered why he was here. He looked over at the warmth in his hand and saw another hand holding it, following the arm attached he found himself face-to-face with his brilliance. Edward. A small breeze picked up moving every blade of grass in a dance only known to those who paid enough attention. Roy opened his mouth to speak the words he had been dying to tell the younger man for a long time but a soft finger was put to his lips and Ed pulled them both into the grass to look upon the ever blue sky.
Once Ed was sure that Roy wouldn't go back to his nightmare he stood and turned away slipping his hand out of Mustang's. Then suddenly Edward felt a tug at his wrist and felt himself being pulled back to the couch and found himself forced to lay on top of Roy's miraculously still sleeping form.
Strong arms wrapped themselves around Ed and tightened when the elder Elric tried to pull away. Something of a pout crossed Roy's face and Ed's small blush deepened when he realized how embarrassing this would be when Roy actually woke up.
The warmth was slipping away... Why was it leaving? Was the darkness trying to take him? No! No, no, NO! Roy reached out and found Edward. Wrapping his arms around his reason for living, Roy pulled him closer, once again he tried to say those words that he craved to tell him but he felt another tug, a different tug, a tug at his consciousness, he was dreaming...
Ed swiped a few hairs out of Roy's eyes smiling and with much effort he wriggled his way out of Roy's grasp. Standing up he gazed down at the now peaceful form of Roy, Roy. Ed could have kicked himself for falling for the man, but how or why didn't matter to him he just knew he was in love, had been in love. He saw the older man begin to stir and hastily Edward scurried out of the office.
Mustang sat up, "Who?"
No one was there. How did he get on the couch? Looking around the room he saw his chair out in the middle of it, and upon search his boots which seemed thrown behind his desk. Had someone put him there? Roy ran a hand through his unruly dark hair in confusion. Who?
Roy then remembered part of his dream and shuddered, if he was dreaming of that why did he feel like there was something happy happening before he woke? He racked his brains thinking whoever had moved him had somehow helped him in his dream. Who? Mustang shook his head, Why did he care? That was the question…. Then again he had a nagging sensation somewhere in his brain that he forgot something and he needed to find out who it was.
The door knob to his office turned and Riza walked in carrying a fresh stack of paperwork, "Sir everyone will be arriving back from break shortly so I suggest you just get to work now that you're here."
Distracted, Mustang gazed at the clock, "Did anyone enter my office during the past three hours?"
"Hm? No, Why?"
"No reason. You may leave thank you."
"Oh and sir? I don't know why but this paper was near your door." Riza handed Roy a small piece of folded paper and his eyes lit up with hope for a clue as to who was there.
On the paper was small neat handwriting that read: Thursday, 10 o'clock. Watch the meteor shower from the fountain in the park.
Roy had found his lead, now all he had to do was wait three days before he could get to know who was able to do the impossible and calm him down from one of Roy's nightmares. But could he wait that long?
Urg! I had planned on making this just one chapter but it's like two in the morning right now for me and I'm literally falling asleep right now with all my talk of sleeping. *yawns*
BTW The italics are either to show emphases on a word or to show what is happening in a dream in case you didn't know..
(1) does anyone know if there's a proper name for those things everyone I know just calls them spinney chairs….
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I'll probably add one or two more chapters in after this so don't think I'm leaving you off at this chapter stay tuned! Thank you! Ja Ne!
