…I always make you wait, like, years for each chapter…it makes me wonder if I still have any readers.
Bwa ha ha, OOCness!!!!
Chapter 4
The past few days had been living hell to Roy; his crew hadn't stopped arguing for a second, no matter how many times he had told them that it wasn't any of their business and they should just fucking shut up already.
The argument got even more intense, if that was possible, when Ed and Al themselves were in the room. Although they simply shunned each other for the most part, just a single phrase could create an unexpected reaction, making both brothers burst out in angry conversation, which usually ended with Roy kicking them out of the room.
Both of them had been much more emotional than usual, the main emotion being uncontrollable fury. They weren't acting at all like they had before; they used to be so close, helping each other whenever one of them showed signs of needing assistance. Now, they just ignored such symptoms, each trying to pretend that the argument didn't bother them. They weren't very good actors.
Ed's lack of sleep was easy to notice. He had undoubtedly argued with his brother all night on more than one occasion, resulting in dark circles under his eyes and a far slower way of doing things.
Al was noticeably upset about the situation, his distressed voice clearly showing his worry for his brother when his words didn't.
For a short amount of time, Roy could just dismiss it as a simple, if extremely intense, disagreement; something that would be resolved soon, leaving both brothers happy as before. That is, until that Friday afternoon.
Everyone was getting ready to leave for home after a long week of work and endless arguments, when they heard a commotion in the hallway. Curious, they rushed out, crowding through the tiny door frame.
Edward and Alphonse were standing less than two feet away from each other, but they were yelling as if there was a canyon between them. Al's fists were clenched and shaking and the look on Ed's face was so angry, it sent a shiver down the spines of most who saw him.
"I DIDN'T SACRIFICE MY FUCKING ARM JUST SO YOU COULD LIVE THIS SHITTY HALF LIFE!!!" Ed roared, his words filled with vicious, biting venom that even Roy had never heard before.
"SO, WHAT- YOU WANT ME TO FEEL INDEBTED TO YOU OR SOMETHING?! LIKE YOU NEED ANY MORE ATTENTION THEN YOU ALREADY HAVE, MR. FULLMETAL-ALCHEMIST-CHILD-PRODIGY!" Al yelled back.
"Y-YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID THAT NIGHT AND YOU NEVER WILL!" Ed's latest statement had much less force than he had obviously intended; Al's two sentences had been a serious blow to him and it could be seen to everyone but Al, who didn't seem to know when to stop.
"I HATE YOU!" With that, Al's metal hand connected with the side of Ed's face, throwing the smaller one backwards with an almost slow-motion effect. His head hit the wall behind him, then pitched forward, allowing a single drop of blood to fall from his jaw onto the clean tiles of the floor.
Al didn't stick around long enough to see the look of pure pain on his brother's face; he was already storming down the hall in a direction that led to nowhere in particular.
Ed's eyes were wide with shock as he tentatively touched his cheek where a bruise was already beginning to form.
He said nothing as he stood up and, without giving any acknowledgement to the group of people watching him, walked slowly away, growing further and further away from Al- both physically and emotionally.
Roy knew this had to stop.
Shalt there be parental royed? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows.
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