Remembering You
Pairing: RoyEd
Rated: R, for mention of rape! 0o0; And some what foul language.. which I don't like. ;-; Oh! Not to mention Edward torture! Bringing misery to the main character is SO devastating!
Dedication: No one! Cause no one asked me too!
Hello there! This is my first RoyEd fic, so be gentle! Hopefully, all goes well.
Ren: -poke- What are you writing now?
Orenji: A Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction, dummy! Wait.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! YOU'RE IN THE WRONG ANIME, GET LOST! –shoves Shaman King cast out of the room and pulls in the FMA cast (Roy, Edward, Al)- That's better!
FMA: -blinks- Wha..?
Orenji: Welcome! You shall be introducing my FMA stories!
Al: Well… I guess that's nice. What kind of stories if you don't mind me asking?
Orenji: Well, this one is a RoyEd! But others will be different, depending on my mood!
Edward: Are you crazy? A ROYED? Why's HE first?
Roy: Because she loves me more. And Edward.. I'd like to see you in my office ASAP.. –grins and drags him off-
Edward: What? NO! I am NOT going to be the uke! I'm not that short you egotistical bast.. -voices fades off-
Al: Onii-chan! What should we do, Yoh-chan?
Orenji: Absolutely nothing except for introducing the story, so get moving, Al!
Al: Orenji Yoh-chan does not own Full Metal Alchemist! If she did.. I'd be very worried for my onii-chan and Winry would be dead.. Wait, I LIKE WINRY! Oh well, here's the story! Hope you enjoy! –smiles sweetly-
Orenji: Aww!
"Colonel Mustang! Colonel Mustang!" a giant suit of armor called, running down the halls of the Central Headquarters while carrying a petite, bloody, blonde boy in his arms.
A young, black haired man rushed out of the office to see what the trouble was and calmly approached the suit of armor. "Alphonse? What seems to be the trouble?" He asked in his business like matter.
Al ran up to him began to jump up and down a little, panicking. "Colonel Mustang! I-it's Ed!" He cried, looking down at the boy in his arms. Roys' calm face immediately vanished when he took notice of the blonde and instead to replace it, was shock.
"What happened to Full Metal?" He asked in a demanding tone this time, trying to take Ed out of Als' arms. "He was trying.. Trying to protect me! Please, Colonel! Please help him!" Al pleaded, the sound of sobbing came from within the armor.
"Ok, I need you to calm down. We'll take him to the medical clinic and take good care of him. While we wait, you'll need to tell me what really happened." Roy pointed over to some staff members. "You! We need some doctors down here A.S.A.P for Edward Elric!" He demanded. They saluted and yelled "Yes, sir!" before they ran off down the halls.
Roy took Ed out of Als' hands and looked down at him before looking back up at Al, who was still sobbing. "Al, follow me please." He said when he laid the unconscious boy down on the stretchers when the doctors came and hurried off with him.
Al followed the older man as they took pursuit after the doctors. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye ran toward the two and saluted like the others. "Sir! What shall we do about your calls?" She asked formally.
Roy walked past her, not acknowledging her presence but managed to say 'Take a message. And do something about the mess, also.' She nodded and walked off in the opposite direction. (A/N: 'Mess' meaning Edward's blood. Bleh.. xP)
Roy led Al into a 'waiting' room when the doctors took Ed into the surgery/x-ray room. Al had managed to calm down some, but was still shaken up a bit from the incident.
Colonel Mustang sat down next to him and stared over at the giant suit of armor. "Now tell me, Alphonse. What exactly happened to Full Metal?" Al didn't look up at him and sighed.
"Ok, Ed and I were on our way to Central like you told us to. But on the way, we were attacked by another alchemist.."
Flashback
Ed and Al were walking down the street on their way to Central HQ, talking amongst each other, enjoying each other's company. They turned down an alley where darkness engulfed them.
"So, we finally meet, Full Metal Alchemist!" A voice yelled out. Edward and Al looked around and stopped in their tracks, trying to find the source of the voice.
"Who's there?" Ed called out. The mysterious voice cackled as a figure jumped down in front of them. His ghost white skin took them both back a bit and his crimson red eyes sent chills up Eds' spine. His long brown hair draped over his shoulders and partially covered some of his broad, upper body.
A smirk lay on his face. "Well, well. It must be my lucky day. I was looking for a good fight. And a good playmate." He said, licking his lips. "What the hell's that supposed to mean, huh?" Ed asked demandingly.
"Brother.." Al said behind him with a tremor in his voice. "Just stay back, Al. Let me take care of this." Ed reassured Al. The man laughed and he grinned over at Ed. "Oh yes, let the runt take care of things." He laughed again.
Edward glared over at him. "What? Who the hell do you think you are?" Edward yelled over at him.
"Who am I? My name Takill." He smiled over at Ed as he made his way toward the two. "I'm the famous Lightning Alchemist. Heard of me?" Edward and Al looked over at each other and thought about this.
"No, I can't really say. Have you heard of him, Al?" Edward asked his younger brother. Al shook his head. "No, I don't think anyone has mentioned a Lightning Alchemist."
Takill sighed and ran towards them, grabbing Edwards' arm and thrusting him to the side. He glared up at Al and placed a hand on his chest. "Don't think too much about it now, what you should worry about are your lives. Hum.. now how should I dispose of you?" He said, smirking.
Al took a step back, whimpering quietly.
"Al! Get out of the way!" Ed screamed as he got up from the place where he fell and ran toward them, transmuting his automail arm into a sword. Takill jumped back away from then and slammed his fists together, electricity swarming around him.
He ran after Al again. "I'll take care of you first, then I'll get Full Metal!" He exclaimed with his arm outstretched.
Edward interjected and shoved Al out of the way just as Takill reached them, grabbing Eds' head. Ed screamed in pain as he was shot back from the blow Takill inflicted on him.
"Brother!" Al yelled, seeing Ed crash into a wall and knocking it down. Takill smiled devilishly as he licked the blood off his hand. "Jaa.. I think I'll take my leave now. That was much easier than I expected.." He said, walking off.
Al ran to his brothers' side, picking the rocks off of his body. "Brother! Wake up, please! Brother!" Al screamed at the bleeding, unconscious Edward. He picked him up and ran out of the alley where everything came back, shoving past people and running past cars.
End Flashback
Al finished his story, sobbing noises came back. Roy stared at Al for a moment before putting a hand on his metal shoulder. "I see.. It's alright, Full Metal is a strong boy, he'll pull through." He said reassuringly. Al could only nod at this time and didn't move from his spot.
Roy looked away and groaned, lying back in his seat. "You better stay alive, Edward." He whispered to himself. He already felt sick from seeing Ed in that condition, and hearing the story made him feel worse. Roy glanced over at the clock, and then over to the door. "We might as well do something to pass the time. How about you help me out with some work around the office? That could take your mind off of things for a while." He looked up at Al.
"O.. ok." Al said quietly. They got up in unison and walked out of the room, heading towards Roys' room. The Colonel opened the door to his office and grabbed a stack of papers, turning to Al. "Run this down to mail box, will you? It needs to be sent to the Brigadier." Al nodded and obeyed, closing the door as he left. Roy sighed and looked up at the ceiling, tears forming in his eyes.
"Edward.." A drop of water fell from his eyes onto his cheek. He swept them away with his hand and turned around to find something else to have Al do when he came back.
A few hours passed before two doctors came into Roys' office. Roy and Al, who had just finished his chores, stood up from where they where sitting and looked at them. "Well?" Al asked them urgently. "Is he ok?" The doctors nodded and sighed hesitantly before speaking of the news. "Yes, he seems to be fine. And because he got here so fast, no major damage. However, we aren't sure about one thing."
Roy arched a brow. "One thing? What is it, doctors?" One of them sighed again and turned his attention to his gloves that he still had on. He began to pull them off slowly before continuing. "You see, he's in a coma. And we don't know if he will have brain damage. It was a miracle he survived at all, and the chances of him of pulling through this epidemic are very, very slim. Right now, he only has barely a 3 chance he'll survive this, and if he ever does wake up.. He probably won't be able to function properly. He has a 99.9 chance he might have brain damage. The impact was way too much for him, as it would be for anyone here."
Al and Roy couldn't speak, and everyone around that area had gone completely silent. "No.. Ed.." That was all Al could say. The shock had taken affect to everyone. Roys' heart felt as if it had dropped right out of his chest, and his eyes were widened in shock and disbelief. "There's nothing.. Nothing at all you can do?" The 29-year-old man asked them once again, hoping it was a joke or something. But his hopes were shattered when the doctors shook their heads.
"Nothing, we have to wait and see what will happen, but I doubt he'd wake up anytime soon. I'm sorry."
"3 huh? Well then, I guess we have to hold onto that small portion." Roy said as if he was trying to get everyone to feel better, but really, he was trying to make himself better.
"You're welcome to see him anytime you want, Colonel, Alphonse. Room 3." The doctors walked out of the office and no one said a thing. Al began to sob quietly again. "There's no way. Ed, please no. You can't do this to me..!" The young soul cried. Roy sighed shakily and walked out of his office and looked at everyone, who all seemed to be looking at either him or their feet.
"This doesn't change a thing! Get back to work at once!" He demanded with a heavy heart. They obeyed as they turned back to whatever they were doing and the building began to liven up again. He spun around on his heel and looked over at Al. "Well, we should go see him." The Colonel said flatly. Al nodded and walked to the blondes' room.
The duo stepped into Room 3 and walked to the bed, where laid the unconscious Ed. Roy and Al sat on both sides of him and looked down upon him. Never, has Roy or Al seen Ed in such a pitiful state like this. Ed was pale from head to toe from all of the blood loss, and his once long, silky hair was cut and tangled. An oxygen mask was on and a clear liquid was being injected into his left arm.
Roy looked up at Als' face and somehow read the expression on his face. Even though it's difficult to see the facial expressions the metal suit of armor makes, Roy still knew what he was feeling. "Alphonse." He began, but was soon cut off by Al. "Colonel, if it's okay with you, do you think I could have a few minutes with my brother?" Roy nodded his head and got up without saying a word and left the room.
Al sighed and placed a metal hand on top of the flesh bearing hand. "Edward, please. You have to make it through this, brother. You have to. I don't know what I'd do if you were to leave me here by myself. You said we'd do this together, that we'd get our bodies back to normal together. Ed, you promised you wouldn't leave me, so please Ed.. Wake up." He said quietly to him. Al began to sob again. "Brother, please. Don't die. I'd have no one if you were to go. I know I'm being selfish, but I can't do this alone, you know? Please Ed.. Please. Don't leave me, Ed. Please." He pleaded over and over again, bowing his head closer to Eds' own head.
Roy, who had been listening in, slid to the floor besides the door and held his head in his hands. Hearing all of this made him feel guilty somehow, as if it was his fault Ed and Al got into this mess. After all, he was the one who called them to Central anyways. Lieutenant Hawkeye, who had just came down the hall, saw him and sat down beside the black haired man.
"Are you going to be alright, sir?" She asked him, leaning forward to look at him. He nodded his head, but then shook it soon after. "I feel horrible." He replied. She placed a finely manicured hand on his broad shoulder. "It'll be alright. I'm sure he'll pull through this and be on his way. Full Metal isn't exactly the type to just give up, you know that." She said reassuringly.
He nodded slowly without speaking and stared at the floor, thoughts racing through his head. Riza stood up and started down the hall again, feeling as if she couldn't do anything more. "I hope you feel better, sir. In the meantime, I'll look into this Lighting Alchemist, Takill to see if I can get any information on him."
When she was out of sight, Roy got up from his spot and brushed himself off. He felt tears forming in his eyes but he quickly fought them back as Al stepped out of Eds' room, silent. Roy looked over at him and went down the hall, seeing it was best not to say anything. Al followed him, but not before taking on final glance at Room 3.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months since the incident at Central Headquarters. Al and Roy visited Eds' room every day talking to him about things, but soon the visits began to slow down. They went from once or twice every week, then went to once or twice a month, to the point where they stopped visiting all together.
It seemed as if Roy and Al had given up hope, and the 3 chance that they held on to had gone to nothing. Al had his mind on more things than Ed, and the same with Roy, so even if they did think about them it would be hard to go to visit him.
October 8. Roy had just driven home with Al and was getting ready for bed. Al had begun to live with him ever since what happened five months ago and has been sleeping in the room down the hall. Colonel Mustang had gotten himself out of the shower and dressed into his pajamas and down into bed. He fell asleep around ten o'clock, but was awaken by a phone call at one o'clock.
"Colonel Roy Mustang speaking." He said tiredly. He quickly pulled the phone away from his ear as a woman on the other line began to scream into the telephone. "What? Please, calm down. What's happened?" He asked as he placed the phone back onto his ear. He shot up from his bed and stared straight ahead.
"What? How? Edward, he's awake?" He practically screamed into the phone. Al walked in soon after he hung up, rubbing his eyes. "Colonel Mustang, is everything alright?" Roy pulled a jacket over his pajama top and slipped on a pair of shoes. "Al, your brother woke up! We have to get to the office now!" He said in a tone Al wasn't quiet used to hearing, but he didn't think too much of it then. "Edward? He finally woke up! That's great!" He exclaimed.
"Come on, let's go." Mustang said in a hurried manner as he pushed past him. Al and Roy jumped into the car and drove down to the HQ and ran to Room 3, where doctors and nurses were crowded around Ed.
They cleared the path when Roy and Al walked to the bed, where the blondes' chestnut eyes were wide open, scanning the perimeter. Ed laid his eyes on Al and Roy and tilted his head in a dog-like manner when they sat down at the foot of his bed.
"Brother, are you feeling better?" Al asked, leaning toward him. Ed blinked. "Yes, how are you feeling, Edward? You've been out for five months now." Roy said, placing his hand on top of Edwards'. Ed pushed himself into a sitting position and removed his hand from Roys'.
"What do you mean?" Ed asked them. Roy and Al looked over at each other before looking back at Ed. "Ed, don't you remember what happened?" Roy asked him, moving his hand back into his lap. "Yea, brother." Al added. "You don't know what happened with Takill?"
"Brother?" Ed said questioningly. "What are you guys talking about? Who are you people? And where am I?"
Oh! So how did you people like it? Was it.. kinda choppy! Tell me the truth! Ok? Reviews and flames are welcome, because Roy will just flame you back! Isn't that right, Roy?
Roy: -just back back from his 'office duties'- I'm on my coffee break, but yes. Of course, I'll do anything for you.
Orenji: Yay! Sankyuu, Roy-kun! You're the best, and I know you'll flame them good! Of course, with Edward and Al's help!
Edward and Al: Nani? –totally out of it-
Orenji: -sweatdrops- Yea, well.. Hope you like! And incase you're wondering how to pronounce Takills' name, it sounds just like 'tackle'! I shall post your reviews and answers your questions on the next chappie if I get there! Ja ne!