Disclaimer: Last night, my boyfriend gave me the Fullmetal Alchemist game for the GBA, completely in Japanese, and I can't read it, but I do not have Fullmetal Alchemist itself. Damn, maybe next year.

A/N: Very, supremely, over the effing edge angsty. Kinda OOC-y too. Please excuse the angst. This came to me in a dream after finishing the last Gravitation, (if you read it, you'll understand, maybe), and Iiked it, so HERE WE GO.

Death Do Us Part

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Edward Elric let the wind push him back a few steps as he stood on the roof of Central Headquarters. He stared out at the city of Central, wondering what went so terribly wrong. "How could this happen?" he seethed bitterly. He ran his finger over the golden band on his finger, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. He walked to the railing on the building, looking over it, choking on the warm summer air. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! In every novel he'd ever read, in ever movie he'd ever seen, in parts like this, when someone was so sad, it would be chilly and rainy and thundering in the background. The moon shouldn't have been shining that bright, the sky that cloudless, the breezes so soothing that he could stand forever and never be cold. The only reason the breezes were strong like wind was because of his elevation.

"What the fuck did I do?" Edward screamed to the city. "Why do these things keep happening?" He didn't care if people heard him; he leaned over the railing, and shouted it louder, "WHY?" His heart pounded in his chest and he finally let the tears go. Falling like a summer rain, one came down, then another, then a downpour. He didn't care anymore. It was just two days ago he was sitting with him… and now he was gone. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Those words rung in his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Elric, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry, Mr. Elric, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." A bunch of fucking liars,he thought bitterly, they aren't sorry at all.

The church had told them, "'Till death do us part." Mustang smiled down at him as he fitted that very ring on his finger. He could still feel his fingers gracing his as he slid them away and he bit his lip. Just twenty-four hours later, Roy was shot; right in the chest, while walking down the street. Edward had screamed for a car to stop, take him to the hospital. By the time they had reached it, they were telling him it was too late. How could someone so strong be stopped by one measly bullet? Someone so…so important?

Edward's fingers gripped the rail. "I'm sorry, Mr. Elric, there's nothing we can do." He drew pinpricked of blood from his lip, biting it so hard to keep in the cries for help. He pushed off the ground and over the railing, looking at the sparkling city below him as his feet hit the ground opposite of that safe inside the railing. As he looked down at the dark streets, he felt no regrets. He felt no fear. The only thing that he felt was that as soon as he let go of that railing, everything would be okay. He would fall to his death and his heart would not hurt any more. Tears were continuing to pour down his face, leaving spots sticky. He stared down once more and let go of the rail, letting himself be suspended in air for a few moments before the wind pushed him forward, toppling over the edge.

Immediately, as he fell towards the fast approaching ground, he felt regret. Not for his own life, but for his brother. He would never see him again. And for Winry. Never again would they laugh together. His heart raced as the sidewalk was just meters away, and then, with a sickening crack…

…it was over.

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Roy turned sleepily over, feeling the trembling entity next him. Then, as he opened his eyes, he saw that his lover was crying in his sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. Roy grabbed his shoulders and shook them, attempting at waking the boy. "Edward," he murmured, "C'mon, Ed, wake up." His eyes flickered open and then stared right at Roy.

"Roy," Edward whispered, "where am I?" A tear snaked its way down his cheek and onto the bedspread.

Roy wrapped his arms around the still-shaky boy, "You're here with me." He pulled him into his chest, "its okay."

Edward began sobbing uncontrollably into his chest, drenching his white shirt with salty tears. He didn't care that he wasn't in control of his feelings. He didn't care that he was acting like a child, frightened of a bad dream. All he cared about was that Roy was still alive, holding him softly and letting him cry on his shoulder. He felt his heartbeat slow and match Mustang's. He felt Roy's hand brush his neck, stroking his skin softly and calming his tremors. As the hand ran down his skin, he felt the metal of his ring and his sobbing softened. Edward sighed softly as the tears stopped, hugging Roy around the waist and murmuring, "Thank God you're alive."

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A/N: Ok, so it was angsty. Are you gonna kill me? Did you like it? I hope you did. I think that would be sad. Imagine how many Roy fangirls the would kill themselves if Roy was shot and he died. I know I would. I would be so sad… ;-;

Well, anyway… I won't be updating for about two weeks because I have band camp and I will be away from this computer until July 1st, so you'll have to make due. There is a possibility I will be coming back home for a day next weekend, so I might update then, but that's basically it. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

ALES