DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters. I do however, own this fanfiction.

Well, this is my first fanfiction (so be nice!). And I'm actually fairly proud of it. All my other ones I never finished because they were too much like other fanfictions I have read before, and I hated that. This one was completely original, so I decided to keep it.

I also typed this entire thing up on a PDA, so it took FOREVER!

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Indoor Rainstorm

"Maes Hughes was an amazing friend, an intelligent man and the
epitome of a great father. He was taken from us far too soon, but I
guess that saying is true, 'Only the good die young.' He was always
found either diligently working, or fawning over his pictures of his
daughter and wife..."

Roy felt a welling in his eyes and began to look at the sky to keep
them from revealing themselves to his strong reputation. Only Hughes
and one other loyal dog really knew how fake that mask was. He
looked over at the newly widowed woman and her clinging, crying
daughter. He felt as if he would collapse. His attention was drawn
back to the man giving the eulogy. In a way he wanted to listen, but
given his current state, it was far too hard for him to without wanting
to throw himself over the casket and cry. That thought made him
mentally kick himself, he was being far too weak. Despite his hard outer
shell, he was quite mentally fragile, and he felt that all of this could have
been easily prevented if he had only done something.

After all was said and done he was back at home on his lumpy
mattress, laying in the ruins of his emotions. He looked over at the
research of human transmutation Hughes had yelled at him about all
those years back, and for a split second, taboo crossed his mind. Then
what Hughes told him crossed too, and he dropped the damned idea.

"Hughes, if there is no way to get you back, then I'm going to get
revenge on whoever did this to you!" he didn't mind yelling out loud
at the moment, no matter how insane whoever might be listening thought
he was. He pressed the back of his head harder into the pillow and
squeezed his eyes shut, pushing a single tear down the side of his face.

"Maybe it rains indoors..." Roy was soon asleep.

Roy heard a shuffling of feet at the foot of his bed, causing him to
jolt up and instinctively reach for his gun. (The days in Ishbal never
seemed to completely leave him.) Oddly his gun wasn't where it
belonged, but that was just a minor oddity of what was happening.

"Hey Roy." The man standing at the foot of his bed gave an almost
smug grin, bent over, grabbed the thigh-high bed frame, and looked straight
at him. Roy began too inquire how exactly he had gotten in when all of
the entrances were locked, but was quieted by a wave of the man's
hand. He straightened himself out and pushed the dark strand of hair
in his face to the side. "I have my ways. Now do you have any food in
here, I'm starving!"

"Uh, sure thing, but I don't have much at all." he pulled a loaf of
slightly stale bread out of the breadbox. Roy felt like making a joke,
but he had nothing.

"So how have things been going for you lately Maes?"

Maes grabbed a piece of bread and took two bites out of it, then
proceeded to place it down onto the counter. "Pretty good, I'm just
getting used to everything, but I miss Gracia and Elysia so much! I
think I dropped my pictures back at the office... I'm not sure. I came to
see you Roy for a specific reason. You made a vow a few hours ago, you
know, the one about getting revenge on whoever killed me? Well, I wanted
to tell you, if you ever want to become Führer, you can't be distracted
by thoughts of revenge. You'll never get anywhere." There was a pause.
"Promise me this Roy, that you won't be taken in by thoughts of revenge."

"I promise you Maes." he solemnly spoke.

"Good, well, it looks like it's about time I have to leave. So long Roy."

"Wait Maes! You just got here!" The stunning realization of his
friend's death hit him; things had been so calm before that he'd
forgotten about it in the first place. What really confused him is how
his friend was standing right in front of him when he was currently
supposed to be 6 feet under.

Maes raised Roy's gun to show it to him. "Oh, and I took this so you
didn't try anything stupid." his expression was almost accusing, yet
still more caring than anything else. He shoved the weapon into his
pants pocket. "I'm sorry to say that this is goodbye forever Roy." he
smiled.

"Wait! Tell me, who killed you anyway?"

"I'm not completely sure, I have my suspicions, but I'm not allowed
to tell you anything else, those are the rules."

"Rules?"

"Sorry, can't get into it bud. Hey, and everyone will think you are
mental house material if you mention all this, just telling you, be
careful." he nodded knowingly. "And before I go, please check in on my
wife every now and again to make sure she's holding up okay. And I'm
counting on you to make sure Elysia grows up to be a great woman. I'm
hoping you can do this, for me. I'm going to miss you."

"Okay Maes, you can count on me." he lowered his head as if in
defeat. "I'll miss you too."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Roy watched his friend as he faded off, in an amazingly cliché way,
and all he could manage was a smile.

Roy quickly sat up in bed with eyes wide open. He frantically looked
around. His gun was absent from it's usual place. Did this mean what
he thought it did? He stumbled into his kitchen, balance still not
completely coordinated, and saw a single piece of bread with two bites
taken out of it laying on the counter. His heart settled down a
little, but his mind was still racing. He picked up the piece of
bread.

"I promise you Maes Hughes." A tear rolled down his face, but for the
first and most unexpected time in his life, this was a tear of
happiness.

"No, it surely doesn't rain indoors."

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2/25/07
(Jessica's first complete fanfic

Well, tell me how you liked it. I'd be glad to hear all of your opinions and such.