I read a fic like this, and got inspired. Woo.
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Ed covered his ears with the headphones. The hard music was blasting, earning him glares from other passengers. He had missed his stop, and was now just wasting time. Ed pushed his golden bangs out of his face. More people got on the train. He turned up the volume on his player. Everything else was just too loud.
A new man got on the train at the next stop. He had raven colored hair, and seemed to be in a rush. Ed turned the volume up. This man was really loud. And he just had to sit next to Ed, who turned up his music. But a music device can only go so loud. He mentally swore at himself for not having loud enough screamo music.
The man next to him closed his eyes. Ed sighed as he thought of how long he would be stuck with this man. The music seemed to be getting quieter. Ed pushed the headphones closer to his ears and held them there. It was the only way to make the music louder. The dark haired man shifted in his seat. Ed ignored him and closed his own eyes.
Then next thing he knew, he was one of the few remaining people in the subway car. The man was still next to him. A blinking sign flashed the next stop; Ed's had come again. Ed lowered his music for a second. He quickly put it back up; everything was still loud. The man stood up and held onto the pole. Ed sighed as they pulled up to the station. The doors opened and he got out. So did the dark haired man.
As Ed reached the top of the stairs, he realized that the man was following him. He shrugged the thought away and continued walking. The man still followed.
About three blocks away from Ed's apartment, the worst thing ever happened. The music player died. Ed froze when it did, the loud music replaced by cries of people. He dropped to his knees. "No." he whispered. "So close." He closed his eyes and plugged his ears, but still they came.
Then man came up to Ed. He put out a hand, but the teen didn't see it. "Stop it." He said. The man raised an eyebrow. He hadn't done anything.
"I'm Roy Mustang and I'm with the military." He began his over-practiced introduction. "I can help you if you let me." Again he put out his hand to the kneeling blonde. The blonde was now rocking back and forth, muttering things to himself. "Please, I can help y-"
"JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!" the blonde got to his feet and ran, staggering towards a block of apartments. "Be quiet." He whispered. "Just go away and be quiet."
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Roy thought the boy was drunk for a second there. The way he was stumbling along like that; he had to have had too much to drink. But that didn't explain the shouting. 'Who was he talking to?' Roy asked himself. 'It's almost 3 in the freakin' morning, and no one's out here. It's so quiet it's almost creepy. Yet he's freakin' out like there's a bombing going on.' Roy caught up with the teen, who was now in front of an apartment, trying to get up the stairs.
"Damn stairs!" Ed was cursing at everything. "Fucking people! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was trying to keep his balance, but between his hands slapped over his ears, his eyes being squeezed shut, and the fact that he justhad to live on the third story, made getting to his apartment a little difficult. And it didn't help that the bastard from the station was following him home. God, he was like a freakin' pedophile/ stalker.
Ed couldn't bring himself to get the keys out of his pocket. It would mean lifting his hands off of his ears. "Damn it all." He swore as the military man came close to the door. "Fuck. I wish Al was here. He could open the damn door for me."
"That's all that's wrong?" said a voice from behind Ed. Ed opened his eyes. It was the military man. "You know," he was saying. "You can just take your hands off of your ears to get your keys. It's not that hard." He took a few steps towards Ed. "Let me help you."
"NO." Ed said sharply. He closed his eyes and sank down against the wall down to the floor. 'Okay…' Thought Roy. 'He won't let me help. So now what?' "So now you leave me the hell alone!" Ed looked up at the man, and glared at him.
"I didn't, I mean I just…" Roy was at a loss of words. 'How did he…? Did I say that out loud?'
"No, you didn't. Now take your dumbass thoughts and get the hell out of here. You're so fucking loud!" Ed scrunched up into a ball and pushed his hands over his ears even harder. "DAMMIT!"
Roy was filled with confusion. He had been told that there was a blonde orphan and his brother living in this area. The file he had been given also said that one of the brothers was in a gang, and the other was a loner. The gang part had then been said to have been a false statement, and that the brother was actually a loner as well, he just got into a fight every once in a while. Meanwhile, the blonde in the present setting was swearing his head off at the fact that Roy was even there.
"Get the fuck away!" was one of the things he was saying. "Damn, you're so fucking loud!" was one that he said more often. Roy decided to back away. Hopefully the brother would come back soon.
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Sooo…. What do you think? I've been thinking about this for a while, but I don't know if I should continue. At any rate, please tell me what you think!