A/N: Okay; I say I'm lazy, lazy for not getting onto my other stories... ehehehee... (gulp)
enjoy~
*Palentine: (PAL-en-teen) Word I thought up on the spot.
Roy's POV
My first immediate thought: I am dying.
Second thought: Is water suppose to feel like sand?
There's a fettle thumping in my chest, I think it's what's left of my heartbeat. Someone's toughing me. Mother?... I can't open my eyes, they're sealed shut and bound with copper wire, they feel like flames.
Somebody is defiantly touching me. This person is warm, they smell like marshmallows and coco. No! It hurts, there's a pressing on my chest, my lungs are going to spill out of my mouth! I clench my teeth trying to keep down the nasty feeling in my stomach.
It's hard to breath, My mouth doesn't want to open but my nose is letting me breath, it's not going well. Still there's a persistent pressing on my chest. I want to cough, no throw up all the evilness in my stomach.
I want to run.
I find sudden strength in my arms and push myself upright so fast my head spins. I open my eyes and the bright sunlight blinds me. This adds to the yuck coming up my throat, I fall to my side shaking. All the bad things leave my tummy at once, it's almost as unpleasant as it being in my stomach.
There's a shaking pain in my head, I can't breath. I have to breath. I start taking in sharp breaths as fast as I can, I have to breath! I'm going to die!
Something hits my head. It's slightly warm but cold as I am in other places, a jacket. I whip my head around, I want to scream. It's cold, the waves are coming in faster and faster, louder every time. Every thing's fast motion, I can't breath. I want to breath.
Somethings coming near me, it clasps a shackle to my face. It's restricting my breathing! I can't lift my arms to remove it!
The thing lifts me up and makes me walk. I don't want to walk, I want to breath.
The thing brings me to it's lair, it looks like a house but it can't be a house. This is hell. I am dead. That's why everything hurts so much.
"hel..." My voice is shaking, It's hard to talk. Every movement I make with my mouth sends a pang to my head and a knife down my throat.
"What did you say? What's wrong?! I'll take you to my kitchen!" Great, the monster will cook me in a boiling pot of stew and I'll get my nasal passages opened up from the steam. That'll make me feel better... Wait. That's odd, the monster sounds like a kid. A boy who hasn't gone through puberty and still doesn't have a girlfriend.
The lights are still too bright and my headache is making things fuzzy, "where... am I?" The darker blur, I assume to be the boy, turns and comes towards me placing a hand on my head. It's warm and soothing. I grab it and keep it there.
"My name is Maes, I found you washed up on my dad's beach. Does anything hurt? Do you need food or medicine? Should I call a hospital?! I should, shouldn't I?! Oh god, did I just make your headache worse?! Let me get you some other clothes, here sit on this chair!" Boy could he talk fast.
I sat in the freezing chair and waited, I found the ability to rub my eyes. Things blurred into focus, the room was light by 3 electric lights on the ceiling, the fridge was carelessly left open. A bottle of milk was on the table along with a glass. I heard thumping around on the ceiling, a two story building? That's not very common right now.
The boy rushed back into the kitchen and slipped on the wet floor he squeaked and hit his head on a counter spilling the milk on the table and nearly dropping the clothes he had brought me. While I stared intently, trying to avoid thinking about my numb feet and raging headache, I realized he was my age.
The boy, Maes right? His hair was dark, not quite black and not quite brown. His shirt and black slacks soaked in ocean water and caked with sea sand. His glasses where tilted nearly falling off the bridge of his adult-like nose. His mouth was wide open, probably talking though I'm not listening, and his green eyes were set small on his embarrassed face.
"-Hey? Are you even there kid?! Talk to me please, what's your name?"
I looked up slowly, "I'm..." He looked at me expectantly, "-Cold."
He swallowed a rage and thrust the clothes at me and beckoned for me to follow him, I smirked. I fell twice while proceeding up the stairs. In the end we ended up in a room that was more like a study and he had to get me new clothes.
I couldn't manage taking off my own clothes so Maes took the liberty of unbuttoning my shirt for me, slipping it off, throwing it in a corner of the room, and pulling a sweater over my head. He left me to do my own pants. It was so warm. Everything smelled of laundry and a bit sea-ish from my wet body.
Maes walked me back down stairs and sat me in a loafer chair in the living room. I heard him bustling about in the wet kitchen, cussing under his breath while I looked around the corner and saw him mopping up the floor with a hand towel.
He came back into the living room with two steaming cups of coco and spoons. He was miraculously in a completely new pair of dry clothes. "Name." He stated curtly trying not to sound angry with me. I sipped the drink awkwardly pondering to trust the stranger.
He saved your life. He's just a kid. You are too! Damn your right. So? So, "I'm... Roy."
"Just Roy?..." The boy smirked a loose craning head in my direction as he wipped his glasses on his shirt.
"Just... Roy..." I don't trust him enough to give him my last name just yet.. But if I didn't they wouldn't find Mother and Father for me. I was pulled from my wandering thoughts with an abrupt question-
"Why were you in the water?" I glanced up at the painful question, Maes held my eyes with the most concerned fatherly look another child had ever given me.
"I was... I can't swim and- The ship was- Mother and Father are- were-"
"Waitwaitwait! Slow down! Just start at the beginning... Where was the ship going? What was it called?"
"The... The Palentine* Cruise Liner from Xing to Amestris ..." He gawked at me.
"That ship is for- It costs more than my house to even board it!" I stared with great concentration at the elaborate rug on the floor, avoiding the eyes a foot in front of me. "So... you're rich aren't you?"
"No. My parents are rich. In the event of their death all the money goes to my Father's little brother..." I absentmindedly gazed at the fireplace, I'd explained that much to nearly everyone I had ever met.
"So. Roy, how 'bout a last name? If you don't give me one my parents will think your just some kid off the streets and throw you into an orphanage." I looked him strait in the eyes and said my words of reply:
"My father owns the ship we were on. That surly should be enough for you people, obviously they'll look for the richest man under the emperor of Xing."
Okay I always thought it was odd that like everyone in Amestris was European looking and Roy looks like he's from Xing. Then I just thought I'd throw in the fact that his dad is from Xing, mum's from Amestris. KK?...(?)
I need to think things through a bit more in this story since FMA manga isn't over yet on onemanga right now... *sigh*