New story, whoopee! Apparently I like FMA too much since this is my seventh one of FMA. Lol. I need to make others. This is when Roy and all the other adult characters are in the 20's and the younger characters are various ages. Really OC by the way.
Please do be nice with this and not all chapters are rated M, I just wanted to be sure that nothing bad would happen without warning, and I will warn when rated M. It is kinda a crossover, but I put it as normal since there are no characters from Chobits, I just wanted to have some of the FMA characters as persacoms.
Data Control
School, School. Better yet, College. So many people had these new things called persacoms, they looked human, but they were actually computers. No matter how much I need one, I could make do with notes from a binder.
"Oh Roy! Look what I have for you!" Out came my friend Hughes with a box of doughnuts. I sighed and grabbed on and devoured it within seconds. Hughes just laughed and slapped my back playfully. We walked back to class and Hughes had taken my lead and brought the box with us.
"Hughes, how much are those things?" Hughes raised an eyebrow and I pointed over at the persacoms on display.
"Oh about…..hell I don't know. About six thousand in U.S dollars." We walked back to class; me sulking about the price till it came down to serious business. Our teacher, Mrs. Izumi, was yelling at students for not uploading the data needed for the class into their computers. She mostly turned her anger on a girl who didn't even know this was a politics class.
School ended around seven that night and Hughes had to go home and greet his girlfriend, Gracia. I understood and walked off into an alleyway. It was a shortcut to my living quarters, which was paid for by my parents. Yeah, I know. A twenty year old should have a job for themselves right? Well, unfortunately I worked at grocery store, so for now I was stuck on oweing my parents.
"FUUCK!" I stopped and stared down the alleyway, footsteps rapidly running towards me. A small body came running up to me, long blond hair covering their face. I glanced at him or her really quick till there were more footsteps. I shoved the child behind me as two larger figures appeared. Both seemed to be thugs, and one had a bruise one the side of their mouth.
"Okay mysterious stranger, give us that thing behind you and you won't get hurt." Said the taller of the two. He also had blond hair, but it was short and he had a moustache. He pulled out a .350 magnum and aimed at me. I had my hand already in my pocket and he never saw my next move coming. In a blink of an eye, I pulled out a taser gun that shoots out the electricity and aimed at them. Both fell and screamed for a split second and lay there. It wouldn't take long before they got back up, so I grabbed the child's hand and ran off towards the mall area. People stared at us, I didn't know why, but I was busy running.
Taking another shortcut, we made it to my apartment. I threw the child onto my bed, locked the door, and turned off the lights. We stayed silent, only our breathing could be heard. I got up and headed towards the body on the bed, the child lying limp. Footsteps ran past the apartment, and then I relaxed.
"Whew. That was something." I laid down, my arms behind my head. The child sat up and looked down at me.
"Why did you save me?" the voice indicated that the child was male. I sat up and shrugged. I walked towards the light switch, flick on the lights, and when I turned around I saw why people were starring at us. The boy had no clothes on and there in plain artificial sunlight, was his manhood. I slapped my hand across my eyes and sat down. Footsteps came up to me and a hand grabbed mine. I peeked through an opening in my fingers to see gold eyes with a sparkle in them. I coughed to get his attention.
"You should put some clothes on." I looked up at him, and he stared back down at me.
"What do you wish for me to wear?" I fell over and pointed to the closet. The boy trotted over there, and bent over reaching for clothes on the floor of the closet. I felt my face heat up, and looked down at my own crotch with closed eyes. A couple shuffles later I heard a thud. I glance up to see the boy struggling with a pair of pants.
"Have you ever worn pants?" The boy flushed at the question and shook his head. Getting up, I grabbed him, placed the boy on the bed and took off the pants. I quickly put him in clean boxers, pants, and a T-shirt. The clothes hung loosely on his small frame, but held up none-the-less. I lay down and my stomach growled.
"So….why did you save me?"
"Because I wouldn't let a little kid get hurt by some mean men. How old are you? Sixteen?" He nodded. "Why were those men chasing you?" The boy looked down and blushed.
"The guy with the gun is my master." He looked away and blushed more, his eyes watery.
"So you work for him?" He shook his head and I heard a sob come from him. I instantly reached out and hugged the boy. He tightened his grip, crying into my shoulder. Rubbing his back and rocking him seemed to have worked, but he was crying.
"Where are your parents?" I said, hoping to help him out.
"I have none. They're gone."
"What did those men do to you?" The boy froze and looked up at me, eyes larges and tears spilling from them. I rubbed him back and rested my chin on his head. "Can you tell me please." I wasn't asking, I was telling him to tell me. I needed to know.
"They did stuff to me. Stuff I don't understand." I tightened my grip on his shirt, wanting to strangle those men….or at least taser them again.
"What stuff did they do? Please tell me."
"They took my clothes and….and…." he started crying again and couldn't finish, but I got the idea. I wanted to cry a little to, but I was the adult. I had to stay strong.
"What's your name."
"E…Edward!" He sobbed loudly and bit the collar of the shirt to stop the loud cries emitting from him. I rubbed the back of his head, letting his hair fall from my palm. My body shook with rage, his with sorrow.
"Well I'm Roy Mustang. Nice to have saved you. Listen, you can stay here if you want to, but is that all they did to you?"
"As far as I know." Edward looked up again, wiping his tears away. "And you mean it? I can stay?" I nodded and he reached up and hugged me. His right arm and left leg looked real, but they felt like metal. I thought to myself that they were probably prosthetics. No more questions for the night.
"I need to make a quick call to my friend real quick Edward. You can go eat whatever you want ok." I let him go and went for the phone. I quickly dialed Hughe's number.
Ring
Ring
Ring
'No one is here to answer the phone. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP.'
"Dammit Hughes, answer your mother fucker of a phone." I kept my voice down so Edward wouldn't hear. He was busy microwaving a poptart. I was about to hang up when Hughes voice rang through the phone.
'What do you want Roy. It's freaking nine….and why did you cuss into my phone?'
"That's not important. I just saved this child from some men and he says he has no parents. You're good with kids; can you help me out here?"
'What do you want me to do? Go over there and babysit both of you?' His sarcasm was starting to tick me off.
"No, I need you to help me figure out why these guys were after him, and he said that they did stuff to him. He had no clothes when I found him Hughes. He's staying at my house till I figure stuff out."
'Well Roy, it's late, and I can only say just keep him and see what happens ok. I have to go ok. I have and exam to pass tomorrow so I need beauty sleep.'
"If that's why you look like you do in the morning, then I would try something else." A loud laugh came through the phone, and then he hung up. I hung up the phone and staggered over to my bed.
"Edward."
"Yes?" He poked his head out of the kitchen, poptart crumbs on the sides of his mouth.
"Bathroom is right there," I pointed to a sliding door across the room, "Shower in there tonight or tomorrow morning, you can have one more package of poptarts but you'll have to wait till morning for more, you can sleep on the couch," I pointed to the couch in front of the TV which was against the wall across from the bed, "and turn off the lights, all lights, when you go to bed. Pillows and blankets are already set out for you. I'm going to sleep so I'll see you in the morning."
"Oh ok. See you tomorrow Roy Mustang."
"Just call me Roy." A slight hint of pink went across his face and he nodded.
"Night….R..Roy." He turned away, and I closed my eyes. I didn't get much sleep, but I how could I? I just saved a young boy and is now living in my apartment. I just hope I can at least get some sleep tonight.