A/N Hey peoples I forgot to mention that, in this story, Edward still has both arms, and you can assume that everyone is in high school unless otherwise mentioned. Trisha (Ed and Al's mom) is still alive in this, but Hoenhiem is gone.
Also I just want to mention that I will update whenever I can, but with school that probably won't be a whole lot (however,I am REALLY sorry for the updates taking forever). But I intend to finish every story I start. No unfore-warned hiatus or anything like that. But updates may be far in between so please be prepared.
Okay, I think that's it for now, thank you to any who decided to actually read this :3. Anyway, on with the story.
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Edward didn't know how long he was asleep for, but he definitely knew that it wasn't nearly long enough to be woken up by an incessant and very annoying tapping noise.
Cursing under his breath, Ed sat up and sluggishly made his way to his bedroom window, which was still being tapped on mind you. Begrudgingly, he unlatched it and pushed the frame up just enough to stick his head through. He then leaned over and was about to tell whoever it was to go away, when suddenly his face was met with a rock
The person below winced slightly as the head of golden hair which had previously been out the window disappeared from view with a deep thud. After a few seconds of silence, he heard some muffled curses and saw the blond's head pop out again. This time with about a half-fist-sized knot on his head, and a look of even more murderous intent on his face.
The boy standing outside the house did what anyone would've done at such a sight... he began laughing.
"The hell are you laughing at you damn bastard?!" Ed shouted, "You could've killed me Roy!"
It took a little bit for Roy's chuckles to subside enough to say a coherent sentence. Even then all, he got passed his lips was, "Sorry Ed - *giggle* - . If you weren't so - *haha* - short I would've seen you - *sinker*- better -*ahaha!*"
"What was that you egotistical bastard!?"
"Oh? So now you're too tiny to understand what I'm saying? You should really see a doctor about that Ed, shrinking this fast can't be very healthy for you."
At this point, Ed was seething with anger, that he couldn't respond (he was too busy killing Roy Mustang about a thousand times in his head by now). After a few minutes of glaring lasers at the ebony haired seventeen year old, he finally huffed out;
"Is there a reason you came here and woke me up at * paused to check his clock* 11:30 on a damn school night, or do you just like being an ass like that?"
"Nah I'm just awesome," Roy replied, "So, you gonna let me up or what?"
"And why would I let an obnoxious bastard like you in my house when I could easily ignore you and go back to sleep?"
Roy put his hand on his heart and put a look of mock-hurt in his coal colored eyes.
"That hurt Ed," he said now smirking a bit, "I thought we were friends."
Now it was Ed's turn to chuckle.
"Ling and Winry are my friends," he said, "you, Roy Mustang, are not."
"Really?" Roy inquired with honest curiosity, "then what am I?"
He watched as Edward smirked smugly then once again disappeared from sight, leaving Roy staring up at the now empty window confusedly. Soon his attention was turned by a noise at Ed's front door.
There stood the blond haired boy with his arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face. The knot formed by the rock surprisingly seemed to have disappeared.
"An emotionally bankrupt, womanizer, with a god complex," Ed answered. "Now get in here, but be quiet. Everyone's asleep, and I don't want them waking up and getting the wrong idea."
"And just what might that be Ed?" Roy asked, his trademark smirk creeping it's way back onto his face.
The only reply he got for it, though, was Ed glaring at him over his shoulder, and a nice little birdy flipped at him.
Quietly, the pair made it up a set of stairs and down the hall to Ed's room. Ed couldn't stop smiling the whole way. He enjoyed spending time with Roy, even if he could be a bastard sometimes. Although, he'd rather shoot himself then say that to Roy's face, which is why he made sure to stay in the front at all times so he couldn't see Ed's smile.
When they got to Ed's room they sat down on Ed's bed. Well... Ed sat down, Roy kind of just flopped down on it and stayed that way.
"You got enough room you bastard starfish?" Ed asked in a voice laced with sarcasm. Catching this in the smaller male's voice, Roy smirked and replied, "Of course I've got enough room, you're way too short to take up too much space."
Oh, if only his family wasn't sleeping! However, it was just Roy, and there way no way in hell Ed was going to give that smug bastard the satisfaction of an outburst...
"I mean look at you," Roy continued, "you're hardly the size of my little finger."
Alright, that's it!
With an raging huff, Ed pounced into action aiming for the lounging, older, ebony-haired boy. Roy had expected this (sooner actually, he was surprised Ed had managed to keep it together passed the first insult) and rolled away in time. Not being one to back down from a challenge, though, he then jumped on Ed. However, he'd forgotten to think about how close to the edge of the bed Ed happened to be on. So they both ended up on the floor in a rather...interesting position. Which included Ed's back to the floor, Roy straddling his hips, the blonde's arms sprawled above him, the coal-eyed boy's upper half hovering ever so closely, and blushes so red a tomato would be jealous.
They stayed like that, neither of them speaking a word. Then Roy started laughing. Laughing so hard he had to actually roll off of Ed to avoid squishing him.
Cautiously and curiously, Ed sat up and looked at the older male with a What the Hell? expression etched onto his face.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
It actually was a few minutes before Roy could actually answer. Even then, the only reply he got was a giggly "Nothing Ed, nothing".
At this, Ed scuffed and moved to get up with a, "Whatever you damn bast-augh!"
The added pressure to his arms, which were still feeling the beating they took earlier that day, proved too much. But then-again, you bash your arm into a wall as hard as you can about twenty times, fall on it, then try to put all your weight on it, see if you can make it off the ground. Speaking of the ground, he could feel himself falling to it. Ed knew he'd end up with a good sized mark on his face after this. The blond winced and braced for impact, and nothing happened.
Opening his eyes slowly to investigate just why he hadn't collided with the wood-planked floor, his golden orbs were met with coal-colored ones.
Ed had never actually seen Roy's eyes this close before. They'd known each other forever, but they'd never really been this close to one another. Looking at them now, Ed had to admit they were pretty. No wonder women found him attractive...
Wait, WHAT!
Once again, Ed's face turned quite a few shades of red and he shuffled out of Roy's hold. The older boy just stayed where he was and stared at him. The expression was near unreadable. The conversation he'd had with Alphonse replaying in his head.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Al said, "It's me, I think something's wrong with Edward. I'm not sure what it is, but I think he's hiding something from me."
Roy had to mentally tell himself to calm down. Al was, although, a little soft spoken, a person who knew how to handle a situation. If he was worried about his brother, then everyone else sure as hell ought to be worried too. However, Roy knew he had to keep calm.
"He sounds fine to me. Just because he's not telling you something doesn't mean that something's necessarily wrong."
"It's not like that. Brother tells me everything, and not only that, but he' been acting different lately. He's so quiet now, it's not like him,and he's always in his room these days! You must have noticed that too."
He had.
"Nope, but tell you what. I'll come over later to talk to him if it'll make you feel better."
"It really would help. Thank you Roy."
"No problem Alphonse."
'So he's keeping things from his own brother, and now me...' Roy thought
"Ed," he said slowly, "let me see your arm."
"What?!" the blond exclaimed, "W-why would you need me to do that?"
Okay...now he really wanted to see Ed's arm.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, I just...don't like the idea of a bastard like you invading my personal space is all..."
"That was an excuse, a bad one, and you know it Ed! Now let me see your arm!"
"You can't tell me what to do in my own house! Why do you want to see so badly anyway?"
Both boys were yelling now, completely forgetting the other two in the house, somehow still sleeping peacefully.
"If you have nothing to hide Ed," Roy said in a low, slightly frustrated voice, "Then show me your arm, and prove to me I shouldn't be worried."
"You shouldn't be, and you aren't so quit pretending! It's none of your business what goes on in my life so keep out!"
That was it. It had finally reached the point where Roy couldn't take anymore.
He reached out his hand to Ed, and grabbed his sweater. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled the younger boy to his chest and locked him into a tight embrace. Leaving Ed too stunned to move.
'What is this?' he found himself thinking, 'it doesn't feel nearly this...good when Envy does this.' Reflexively, Ed pulled himself closer to Roy's chest. It felt so good.
"Don't say that." Roy said in a voice with so much emotion there was no pin-pointing which stood out, "Don't you ever think I don't care about you Edward. You're my friend, it should be obvious that I care a whole hell of a lot about you, and I don't like seeing you like this. So sad and in pain. I'll be damned if I just sit back and watch it go on. Al's noticed too you know. He's worried too."
Well...that was a lot to take in...
They stayed like that. To this day neither know for how long.
"Alright", Ed's voice broke the silence, "alright you god damned bastard-*was his voice trembling?*- I'll show you. Just remember you asked for it, okay?"
Roy nodded his head, and Ed pulled away not daring to meet Roy's gaze.
Ever so slowly, he brought his arm down, and drew his sleeve up...
