-1Fullflame
By: Bar-Ohki
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary: Crossover with Loveless. Roy and Ed share a Name, but their pasts and places in society prevent them to be together. Can they endure? RoyEd
Warning: This is a yoai, if you don't like that, I suggest clicking the back button now.
Rating: M, because in Loveless the series there was no sex. I'm not going to keep that from my story. There is also gore and violence that is not suited for younger readers.
Other Stuff: I'm just borrowing the concepts behind Sacrifices and Fighter Units from Loveless. I am not using the cat ear thing, sorry. For those who have not read Loveless, I explain the concepts thoroughly. And not to worry, I have not forgotten about my other stories. I can't promise consistent updates (school comes first) but I will try for once a week.
Chapter 1: Alone
Two hundred years ago in the country of Amestris a group of scientists had discovered that when two people have the same birthmark (which always bore an uncanny resemblance to a word) together they had strange powers. After intense study and experimenting, the scientists presented their findings to their beloved Fuhrer.
The discoveries were as follows: people who shared the same marks were a 'word pair'. One was a 'fighter unit' that when certain circumstances were provided, could fight and cast spells using the power of words. The other was a 'sacrifice' that during combat, would receive all damage and strategize. It did not take long for the media to catch wind of this.
When the news hit the streets the entire country grew fearful of these people and their powers. Soon the fear reached a breaking point, people with any sort of birthmark found themselves fleeing for their lives. It was then the Fuhrer stepped in to calm the panic. He declared that all children must undergo a mandatory inspection to see if they had a 'second name'. If a child did, they were taken into military custody to be trained. All 'word pairs' were closely monitored by the government and lived to serve the people.
On the eve of his 30th birthday, Roy Mustang paused to remember his examination from 25 years prior.
The doctor had asked him to strip naked, and naked he did strip. The doctor looked him up and down, studying every inch of skin of his body with precision and seriousness. There was a small, yet firm tap on the back of his neck.
" 'Fullflame'." The doctor read out loud. "That is your Second Name."
" 'Fullflame'…." Roy echoed, letting the word roll slowly, experimentally off his lips.
"Its right back here." A finger gently traced the word. Roy shuddered his entire being telling him that touch was wrong.
"Stop!" Roy pulled away.
"Ah, it is not a birthmark then. I have to check you know." The doctor babbled. "It's important that what I did made you uncomfortable- until you find your Other Half that will not be touched."
Now Roy rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a slight bit of pleasure from the contact. He was proud of his name, proud of the fact that he was a Sacrifice. Roy had studied intensely, purposely underwent extreme pain and suffering to assure he would be a perfect Sacrifice. But as every year had worn on, there had never been another 'Fullflame'. And with every year that passed, the ache in Roy's heart grew. He would be 30 tomorrow, 30 years incomplete.
Roy sighed, his onyx eyes shutting as he let his face relax. He tried to imagine his Other Half running their hands through Roy's raven hair. Unfortunately, Roy had an overactive and somewhat perverted imagination, it did not take it long to wind up imagining wild sex with his Other Half. Whoever they were.
Slowly, Roy laid down into his large, empty bed. He sighed again remembering that he would have to face the ridicule and shame of being incomplete all of tomorrow. His perpetrators were especially active around his birthday.
Beep.
It was now midnight. Roy was now 30. He looked out his bedroom window, his onyx eyes melting into the stars. He sighed.
"I wish that my Other Half would visit me today." He asked the stars gently, sounding a little desperate. Roy shut his eyes and began to relax into sleep.
Crash!
Roy was out of his bed within moments. He grabbed his rifle and went outside to find the source of noise in his yard. His eyes widened in fear. Something was wrong.
"Roy Mustang." A man came out of the bushes. He was clad in a dark robe.
"The disgrace." Another appeared, also wearing the same occult robe.
"The failure." Yet another freak in black appeared, this one taller than the others.
"The incomplete." This one had a female voice that was full of venom.
"I'm Roy Mustang!" Roy snapped back irritably. "I am Fullflame!"
"We declare a battle of spells." The woman and the second man declared, their voices held an errie echo that was associated with battling.
"I accept." Roy knew it was suicidal to do this. But he had been alone so very long, he just couldn't wait.
The battle was one-sided, Roy had no attacker or defender. He just endured, as he always did. And when death had finally seemed to warm him in its dark embrace, Roy heard a new voice.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut in." It was the unmistakable sound of a spell being cast. Roy passed out before he could register more.
-break-
Roy awoke the next afternoon to find himself in a hospital. It was one of those paisley white rooms that smelled too strongly of bleach and other sanitation chemicals. He scanned the room wearily, not wanting to have a near death experience in the immediate future. It during this search he saw a red coat slung over the back of one of the chairs.
Click!
A nurse walked in, clad in a proper white attire.
"Oh! You're awake! Wonderful!" She exclaimed as she sat down and began to run through all the medical questions that were required of her. Roy answered them.
"If you have anything to ask me, feel free!" Clara, her name was, told him.
"How'd I get here?" Roy asked, thinking he should have had been killed the other night.
"Oh a boy-" she cut herself off as the door opened. Roy glanced around her to take in a young boy, with long blond hair and golden eyes. His skin was pleasantly tan, making him very, very easy on the eyes. He wore a high collared black jacket and black leather pants. On his feet were a pair of sturdy, leather boots.
"-he's the one that brought you in." Clara finished. The boy nodded in acknowledgement. He gave Clara a pleading look. She stood up.
"I'll leave you two to it then!" She all but sang merrily as she left. The boy walked right up to Roy's side, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Who-" Roy was cut of by a finger pressing against his lips. Roy glared at the kid, not understanding the need for silence.
In response the boy unclasped his jacket and took it off. He then pulled the back tank top that was underneath off. The young, narrow fingers traced a birthmark. Not just any birthmark, one that bore an uncanny resemblance to the word 'Fullflame'.
"My-" Roy choked on his words, "-Other Half." The boy nodded again and took Roy's hand. The amount of care and love by which the boy held it, all it did was leave Roy breathless. Then his fingers made contact with the Name. Roy felt something new and pure within him. Belonging, understanding, and love all at once. It was a perfection that Roy could never describe. The boy took another step forward and put his hand on Roy's mark. It felt right.
"Edward Elric." The boy whispered, his voice gentle and beautiful.
"Roy Mustang." Roy was falling for this child hard and fast, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation. Edward pulled himself onto Roy's lap and kissed him. It was an awkward kiss, as to be expected from someone who had never kissed before. Roy smiled beneath the kiss, happy all the same. Ed pushed him back onto the hospital bed, rubbing Roy's Name all the while.
"Sleep." Ed's voice might have had an echo, but it was still gentle and loving. Roy found his eyelids heavy, and soon he gave into his body's desire to sleep. Edward sat back up, looking at Roy lovingly, holding the man's hand to his Name.
"Rest heals all wounds. Now it heals yours." Edward's voice was stern and serious. A small white glow emitted from Roy's wounds. Within seconds the white shrunk and went out. Edward checked beneath the bandages to see that his wounds were not only shut, but scar-less. He nodded, satisfied.
Edward slid off the bed and gave Roy one last kiss on the forehead.
I wish I could talk. I wish I could tell you why I can't be by your side. But if you call me, I will come. I promise. Edward swallowed the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He left the room sadly.
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