Title: How he'll die
Style: Drabble
Genre: General, romance
Rating: M (ish)
Warnings: Character death, mentions of sex and life in the bedroom, yaoi (implied)
I'm sorry to all my friends who know me in real life but I was persuaded to write this by Lina.
And to tell the honest truth I kinda like writing death fics.
By the way no-one knew they loved each other. Look carefully and you will see I wrote it that way. (Sticks her tongue out at them)
Based on the conversation I had below with Lina of BlackMercifulFaerie.
That's true. And the doctors and his friends would say, "We never saw it coming . . ."
Ed: "Well, I sure as hell did; he was lusting after me, the dirty, old pervert."
Them: He was always fit, shakes head
Ed, mumbling: Every night he'd practically chase me around the bedroom. He'd better have been fit...
Them: He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol in YEARS,
Ed, still mumbling: Yeah, that's because I made him drunk.
Them: He always seemed relaxed after a weekend at home,
Ed, still grumbling: Two days of sex does that you know.
Them: I suppose he just had a weak heart.
Ed, does a double take: WTF! He loved me! How the hell is that a weak heart!
Friends and family; mostly the former, had gathered to commemorate the passing of an esteemed officer and comrade.
They had come to mourn the passing of Lieutenant General Roy Mustang and to offer condolences to his former subordinate, heir and close friend.
"I'm sorry, Edward, I know that you were always at logger heads, but it's still sad. There are some things that even the best defence in the world can't defend." Another life-long friend offered her condolences.
"Brother..." Ed smiled a bit at how that single word comforted him so much as he watched the two go off together.
He moved towards a corner, sipping his drink as he listened in on all the conversations around him.
"It was so sudden, we never saw it coming."
"No-one thought the Lieutenant General would die of a heart attack of all things."
"It was surprising, I mean no-on would've thought.."
Ed murmured into his glass. "Heh, I saw it coming. The bastard was probably lusting after me, the filthy old pervert."
"He passed his last active service exam with flying colours, he was extraordinarily fit for his age."
He tried to contain his laughter as he swallowed. 'He'd better've been. He'd practically chase me around the bedroom every night.'
"He never so much touched a bottle of the stuff in all the time I knew him."
"Don't think he even touched a drop."
"I made him drunk just by being with him." Ed stared at the small reflection of the world in his glass, the ripples slowly fading.
"Never knew a person so lively on a Monday!"
"I was always surprised when he came back from the weekend and was ready to do stuff. He seemed so full of energy, but yet he was relaxed."
'Two days of sex makes you pretty damn happy and relaxed.' Ed downed the last of his drink and went to refill it.
"I suppose, what it really was, is that he had a weak heart."
The sentence cleared the room, seemingly louder than all the other comments.
"What?" Ed stood in the middle of the room, stunned. "What the fuck? He loved me! How the hell is that a weak heart!"
Everyone stared at the slightly diminutive, black-clad man.
"How the HELL does that mean he had a weak heart!" He stomped his left leg, the sound generated louder than one would've expected. "He loved me! I don't know anyone with a stronger heart and HE LOVED ME! He couldn't have had a weak heart. He couldn't've..." He gently collapsed, his brother rushing to support him.
"He couldn't've had a stronger heart. He loved me with every part of it. He didn't die because of a weak heart Alphonse, he died-" the younger Elric motioned for the woman to come help him carry his brother out of the room, "he died because he loved me too much. That's why he died."
His brother smiled down at his brother's tear stained face. "Yes, he probably did. He probably did brother."