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Omg yay part one! I'm so happy that I got this chapter done! lol it was just a pain! I've been in a really bad writer's block funk lately since school is getting crazy! Senior Year and all that, applying for college and having do to big projects. It's hard to get inspired you know. Though thatnks to my friend Axel, I was motivated enough to get this dang thing done and I got up to 11 pages! That's why I had to cut it into two parts to save you the read and make it look like I did more than I did haha!

Anyway, hope you enjoy! Reviews most LOVED!!


Gray clouds were cast over the large city of lights as rain poured down like ice droplets. The streets were mainly clear, a few pedestrians scurrying about under their umbrellas or others taking cover under awnings of cafés….ect. It wasn't anything spectacular.

In truth, it all seemed rather…mundane. Dull. Pointless. Distant.

In the downpour, Mustang walked along the sidewalk, his eyes cast here and there, trying to find the beauty in this world for it may be the last he'll see of it. His death was looming just within the shadow that followed him. That night several weeks ago was still fresh in his mind and was the reasons for the nightmares that woke him every night. Those dead bodies…his comrades….his friends…all dead. They were all brutally murdered and slaughtered like animals by just that one person!

Such nightmares made sleeping more scare and what made him decide to go on this little venture. At the time it was a good idea but now he was out in the open. But why? Why was he making himself such an open target to a killer that swore to kill him? Not even Roy Mustang could answer that.

Suddenly he stopped and looked at the odd spectacle in his bath and for a second, the thought it was the villain that ruthlessly slain those soldiers but it was simply a boy. How Roy felt a little foolish. Standing there in the rain, looking up at the clouds with eyes as golden as his soaked hair, was a rather short boy.

"You'll catch a cold, you know," he said with a faint smile to the other, finding it such an odd sight for some reason.

The other didn't reply for a while and Roy thought the boy didn't hear him. When he opened his mouth to repeat himself, the other blinked and turned his head to look at him with such piercing eyes. It sent chills down Roy's spine.

"What does it matter?" was the boy's gloomy reply with a face full of sorrow and also innocence. "I have nothing to live for….the world wants me dead anyway…"

The words that came out of this strange kid's mouth shocked Roy, leaving the man standing there stunned and he couldn't find words to this.

"Uh…" he stammered and tried to think but the other just threw him off completely. "Y-You….you're so young! How could you say such a thing?"

"Didn't you hear me?" questioned the other with a confused look, almost cat-like and sweet in a subtle way. "The world wants me dead; I have nothing left to live for."

"That's nonsense!" argued the Colonel, outraged by this statement and it was apparent in his voice that was raised more than he intended.

Instead of giving the usual reaction of the furrowed eyebrow and eyes wide with surprise by this strange man's statement, the other just gave the smallest of smiles, one that was amused rather than freaked out.

"And what about you? Are you running from something?" he asked in a casual tone that was amused and sweet.

The heat of a flush spread on his face and for a second he felt…trapped. How would he know that? Was he… NO! This was ridiculous. There was no way this could be that madman! It was only a question, he needed to calm down.

As Roy raged with his inner paranoia, the boy still watched him with that entertained little smile.

"Wha-uh-what makes you say that?" he asked incredulously, trying to deepen his tone and lift his chin as if nothing were bothering him but from the small chuckle the other gave, Roy knew he wasn't fooling anybody.

"I'll take that as classified," chuckled the blonde boy as he turned his eyes back up to the sky, eyes going distant and smile fading away. "Thanks for cheering me up though."

Roy was left standing there, staring at this strange sight and he shook his head that was soaked just like the rest of him.

"Come with me."

Slowly the boy turned his head to look at him with those big golden orbs, staring at the other just like a cat would.

"Erm…I mean…look, I don't want you out here in the rain," stated Roy, trying to get his thoughts together which was difficult for the first time in his life.

He was always so sure but this kid just…threw him off completely.

"I'm worried you might do something drastic so…come back to my place so I can keep an eye on you and you can keep from getting a cold. I have anything you'll need," he kept on saying, explaining himself in detail and he was willing to do anything to keep this boy from hurting himself.

Before he knew it, a cold finger was pressed to his lips and he went silent, eyes wide when he saw that boy standing right in front of him. Wasn't he a few feet away not seconds ago? Roy didn't see him move but he knew how carried away he got.

Now they were just standing there in silence under the rain with the world going on around them. He couldn't take his eyes away from those golden ones and everything in him went on STOP mode. The smile that came to the younger one's lips sent shivers through him and it wasn't because he was cold.

"If that is what you wish, then I will go with you," the boy murmured in the softest of tones, one that was sweet and also amused. "But not because I want a place to sleep. My reason is solely due to how curious you make me."

A bright little smile came to those soft lips, brightening up just like his golden eyes and for a second, Roy was breathless. Everything seemed to spin as he gazed into those hypnotizing eyes and he didn't realize or notice himself walk to his apartment. Ever have one of those out-of-body-experiences? Well that's what it seemed like to him. It was as though he were hovering over his body which managed to walk without a soul. Somehow this soulless being managed to find the right door and the right key and the right chair to sit in. Only when he was seated at his coffee table did Roy's experience end and he was back in his body. His vision flashed from that rainy street to the sudden darkness of his living room. He couldn't even recall how exactly he got there but here he was. But…where was his companion?

That's right! He was supposed to be here with someone but where was he? Faintly Roy could hear the shower running and he took that as his answer. At the sudden thought of a hot shower, the sudden shock of how chilled to the bone he was. For a second he couldn't even stand; just sat there and shivered till his teeth chattered.

In a zombie state, Roy finally got himself up and walked himself to his room where he collapsed onto the large comfy bed. Why was he so tired? So lost and confused? Maybe his exhaustion was finally catching up with him. Slowly his lids became heavy and it wasn't long till darkness and sleep followed.

Even in sleep he couldn't escape the cold and perhaps it was the sudden warmth that woke him. With eyes blurred, he could see a head of golden hair hovering over him with equally golden eyes.

"You'll catch a cold for sure if you sleep in wet clothes," spoke the soft voice that was gentle enough to almost lull him back into sleep. "I didn't know I was the one to keep you alive."

The soft voice laughed sweetly and Roy could feel a chuckle rise out of him.

"Something is wrong with me…" his tired voice groaned to the boy who was still over him and for a second he thought nothing of it until his senses cleared.

There he was, lying on his bed, stripped down to his underwear with a warm cloth over his forehead.

Seeming to read the surprise on Roy's face, the blonde smiled sheepishly and murmured, "I saw you sleeping in those wet clothes so…I took them off so you wouldn't get a chill."

"Th-Thank you..." stuttered the perplexed (and also embarrassed) male as he felt his face heat up and eyes looking around for something to cover himself.

It wasn't long till his eyes fixed on the figure standing beside his bed. For an odd reason he was bewitched and almost intrigued with the slender pale body that stood there wearing one of his white buttoned shirts with golden tresses spilling around his face and over his shoulders. Those legs were thin but had a beautiful round shape and Roy's shirt hung off his small frame almost…enticingly.

"Does being in the military really make you so deeply troubled?" asked the boy in a soft voice, one that was full of concern and pity, his small figure sitting on the bed beside Roy.

"How did you know I was in the military?" was Roy's alarmed reply, suspicion and almost panic rising up within his gut. "How do you know how troubled I am?"

For a second the blonde was silent, only a gentle smile on those soft pink lips that made Roy feel like a fool for thinking this person was any danger.

"I could tell from the way you tense up your shoulders and demand things so straight forward and…I can see it in your eyes…" answered the boy after a faint little laugh at the expense of the distressed male. Then he held up a photo in a simple frame and added, "And you're wearing the uniform here."

Roy couldn't help but give a faint chuckle despite the insanity he was feeling, his own paranoia making him crazy.

"For a second…I thought you were (going to kill me) a mind reader," he mused in a humored tone with a slight smile at the boy.

"But I am, Roy," the blonde stated and then giggled at the male's shocked expression and again the boy held up something and added, "It's on your name bandage. Roy Mustang. And from your metals…I'd say you're a Colonel."

"You're very observant…aren't you?" questioned the perplexed man with eyes staring with wonder at the other, and a faint grin played on his lips. "You seem…full of surprises."

"I suppose we all have our surprises…and secrets," whispered the boy in a hushed tone and a chuckle before tucking some of his blonde hair behind his ear and then looked back down at the bedside table.

"Have any more surprises for me?" asked Roy with almost too much eagerness and curiosity and he flushed a hot red when the boy laughed softly.

"Well…my next prediction…I say…" his eyes met Roy's and for a second there was a tense moment between them. "I say: you're very lonely here. The person you want most doesn't even care and you're life feels unfulfilled and meaningless."

This shocked Roy (once again) and he was wide eyed for the longest time. That was not what he expected the other to say and for him to hear. Was Roy's misery that obvious? This boy hadn't even met Hawkeye before and already he knew that Roy wanted but couldn't have her. This boy knew that Roy was indeed lonely and hated his life.

"I don't have to look in a picture to know that," stated the blonde who looked down at his lap while his small fingers twisted at the edge of the shirt that was across his thighs. "I can see it in how empty this place is. It's cold here…like a prison and…you look miserable…like me…"

Droplets of tears began to plop down onto the white material that the boy wore, his lovely golden eyes gleaming in the streetlights coming in through the window.

"Don't say such things," said Roy in a low voice, still in real shock from all of this but his heart was aching when he saw such a beautiful creature suffer in such a way. His arms reached out and wrapped the small body into a hug, such small shoulders against his chest and a golden head that rested perfectly on Roy's shoulder. "You're right…about all of it. I'm in love with a woman but she wants nothing to do with me. Not after…"

He almost told about what happened not so long ago, back at his base where everyone was killed and he witnessed it all; and that sick and twisted maniac. All that brought such nightmares and Roy wasn't even asleep.

The boy quieted a little and his eyes turned up to look at Roy's, such sadness and pain in them that Roy could almost feel for himself.

A hand was pressed to Roy's cheek, taking him out of his nightmare land and bringing him back into reality where the boy was in his arms and against his chest. For such a small thing, he gave off so much warmth.

"I…I can be here for you," whispered the boy who pulled away from Roy's chest and looked him right in the face, eyes determined.

"What do you mean?" questioned the Colonel in confusion, not sure what he was talking about.

"I'm not a woman or even beautiful but…you helped me. I'm so grateful and I want to help you too," the boy went on explaining, eyes still determined like golden fire as he moved his face closer and closer to Roy's. "If it's satisfaction you want, I will give it to you. Pretend I'm the woman you're after. Take it out on me."


Fanfic(c)Lady Melodist

Fullmetal Alchemist(c)Hiromu Arakawa