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A DRUG TO KILL-
Colonel Mustang's steady hand faltered as he felt the deep penetrating glare being forced on the back of his head. A few droplets of scotch splashed from his glass and fell to the countertop.
He carried his alcohol and the other's orange juice over to where the moody child sat. Roy sipped the unique tasting contents of the amber liquid, sighing at the relief of heat the beverage provided.
Over the slowly passing hour, he had managed to derive a theory over the blonde's mumblings. Supposedly, Edward had been comfortably sleeping with Alphonse before rudely awakening to what Roy thought was an awkward situation. Awkward enough for there to be no strenuous activity with his blonde until he proved his suspicions.
It appeared that every time the switch was made between the two they both had to be sleeping. At least that was what the patterns showed previously.
Hence his rather simple plan. In reality, there posed no need to tell the boy of what was in the juice he was now drinking.
Mustang did seem wary to admit just how potent of a drug he'd used, even to himself. It was a strong sleeping aid which he had taken after rough dreams of Ishbaal. But there remained no other choice. He needed to talk to Ed, right now.
And as the boy leisurely fell into a fit less sleep, Roy tried to not feel as though he had committed a sin.
A good ten hours had started around 12:30 and came to a close near eleven. This was hardly going as planned.
"… And for what, so we could have a little chit chat?" His blonde sneered.
Mustang honestly tried to tell Ed of how serious the situation had become, and that he had to take drastic measures.
"You selfish bastard. I was with my baby brother and my mother, completely happy. But that didn't satisfy you, did it? No!" Full Metal's hands flailed harshly in the air and came down to severely attack a -now shattered- glass lamp. "Did you feel jealous because something, for once, did not revolve around you, that you weren't included? You bloody selfish bastard!" Edward's lithe form shook with sobs relentlessly, however, he refused to let the tears fall.
The Colonel sighed and stepped closer, "You know that dream is a lie, Edward," he whispered while reaching out to the other.
"This pathetic life I have is a lie!" The screech rang out, but was abruptly stopped.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang, the after shock ripping his head to the side.
Had either one been breathing, it would have pierced the unreasonably tense silence.
Roy gazed at his slightly tingling hand in utter shock. He did not just slap his lover. Did he? The raw red side of a tanned face proved to be enough evidence though.
Edward's eyes lowered, "I see. So that's how it is." He left to quietly walk towards the front door.
Mustang sprang around frantically, "No, Ed. I didn't mean…" Why couldn't he finish that sentence?
The boy smiled a painful look, "You know, no matter how much of a bastard my old man was, he never once hit any of us. Didn't believe in it I guess."
The heavy oak door closed soundlessly, holding Roy steadfast to the ground. He remained kneeling on the floor for the rest of the night.
AN: I apologize for the shortness, however, due to school activities, further chapters will most likely be less in length. Hopefully though the quality won't digress very much.
And I am very eager to hear what you guys thought of the fight. Who was right?
Next chappie will include more of 'the slapped one's' thoughts and why he said what he did.
