Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry that I'm too lazy to get my fat ass out of bed. No really, I'm really sorry that I'm so lazy with my writing. I was hoping to get this chapter done last week. But suddenly my schedule was full, and I didn't have any time. But here it is and I sure as hell hope you like it. Thanks for all the nice reviews!
Chapter Nine: Baby
Riza had a lot on her mind when she walked out of the room. She thought about the General, and what she would do if he didn't survive. It was a selfish thought, to think about her career when he was dying, she knew. But she couldn't help but wonder, since her life was about pushing Roy Mustang to the top. But, the General's life was indeed more important to her than almost anything else - at the moment. She had always admired him in many ways. The way he had committed his life to become Fuhrer and make the world a better place. Though, she did admit to herself that it didn't seem like that was what he had had in mind this last year. This year was all about Edward, she agreed with herself. But she understood. Roy really needed something else than just his job in his life (and his women for that matter). Someone he could come home to, someone he could tell how his day had been. Someone he could share his life with. There was no doubt about which person who fitted perfectly for that job.
Edward Elric
"Of all people, I never though Edward would be the one to ruin the General," Riza sighed with a soft smile on her lips. "He's madly in love, I can tell. He's brought so many different women to his office and the military cocktail parties, but never has he treated them as he treats Edward." The smile fainted. "I hope with all my heart that this turns out well, cause if it don't, I don't think I will be able to look Edward in the eyes again. Not for a while, at least." She then turned silent as the grave. Only watching straight ahead at a nurse, who was trying to find her keys, as she waited for someone to speak.
Abigail noted every word. She didn't know any of them, but somehow she felt a big urge to help them. A big urge to save Roy Mustang, and let him have his life with his lover. She had been in love, she knew how it was and how devastated you would be if your lover left your side. She didn't want anyone to experience that. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, and that feeling would only be worse knowing full well that your lover would never be at your side again.
She tilted her head up and looked at Al's emotionless face. She didn't have any clue why this sweet, innocent child wandered around in a five feet tall armor. But she was sure he had his reasons, and she let him keep them. She needed no explanation. He was a very nice and polite boy, and that was what mattered to her. "How are you feeling?" she asked Al, and put on that brilliant smile of hers. Flashing her bright teeth.
"Oh. I'm fine, really. Thanks for asking," he said cheerfully and he noted that Riza turned away from their conversation.
"What do you think about all this, Alphonse?"
"If you mean about Brother and the General," he started. "I'm fine with it. As long as they're both happy, then I'm happy…" he trailed off. "But when it comes to the other part. I really hope it turns out good. I would have hoped that anyway. Of course, but really. I've seen Brother suffer through his whole life since our mother died. He believes that everything is his fault, although I try my best to convince him that it's not." He shot a glance toward the laminate floor. "He always blame himself…"
She understood. "So, he would blame himself now, if Mr. Mustang died?"
"Yeah." Their conversation ended as the door to the room opened and Ed pushed Roy outside. Roy looked really miserable in the wheelchair. Everyone could tell he didn't like sitting in it. He felt helpless. Like he couldn't do anything himself. "We're ready," Ed informed them. Abigail's lips turned slightly upward, into a small smile. "Follow me."
Al, Riza and Abigail was at the front, letting Roy and Ed spend a bit more time by themselves in the back, knowing very well that they needed to be together now, whenever they could. Because every second could be the last.
"You like me like this," Roy grunted, trying to sound angry, though he failed. "I can tell. You're grinning like a maniac. You like to push me around, don't you?"
Ed kept pushing the wheelchair. He bent his head down, then whispered smugly into the General's ear, "yes, of course I do. You're tasting your own medicine." Roy whined. He could hear his boyfriend chuckle softly in his ear. "I guess I deserve it after pushing you around."
"Yes," Ed answered again, satisfied. They shared a moment of peace before Roy spoke again. "Ed, I want you to know something." Ed still had his head beside Roy's ear and he kissed it teasingly, giving him permission to talk. "This may sound a bit cheesy, but I want you to know that I love you no matter what, and that if I… die, I'll be in your heart. Although my soul might leave earth, your memory of me won't. Keep it in your heart and never forget what you mean to me, Edward. Never." Ed kept pushing him slowly forward.
"You sound like you're saying goodbye," Ed said, voice cracking.
"In a way I am," Roy admitted. "If I die while being examined, I want nothing left unsaid. And I want you to prepare for the worst, Edward. Never forget that the odds are against me." Then there was silence again. Dying silence. The people in front of them stopped walking and turned their heads against them. Riza's eyes were filled with hope and grief as she watched them approach. Abigail looked a bit more confident, which brought a little bit more hope to Ed. Al was as expressionless as ever.
"We're here," she said, pointing at a door. Ed patted Roy's shoulder as the older man sighed. She walked forward, opening the door, so Ed could push Roy inside. Ed and Roy turned their heads toward the brunette nurse when they were inside, wondering what needed to be done next. "You get up on that," she said to Roy and pointed at a bed, then turned her eyes to Ed. "You help him undress to his boxers, and we'll be right outside if you need any help. Let me know when you're finished."
"Sure," Ed replied and closed the door. "Get up, old man," Ed said with a slight smile on his lips (mostly because the General hadn't noticed the word 'old' ) when he turned around and walked toward the General. Roy obeyed and raised himself gladly up from the wheelchair, happy to be out of it. Just like he had done so many times before, Ed reached up and started to unbutton the white shirt that covered Roy's pale chest. When the first button was undone, Roy closed his hands around Ed's wrists. "What, am I doing something wrong?" Ed asked, confused.
"No, but I want to do it with you."
"Hopeless old romantic," Ed scuffed (still amused that Roy ignored the word), but there was a smile lurking in the corner of his flushed lips. Which Roy noticed, so he bent down, and kissed him deeply. Ed's eyes was closed and his lower lip was swollen when the General opened his eyes. He watched closely as the golden eyes opened. "Whatever you want, old man," Ed chuckled.
If he doesn't notice it now, he's old and got bad ears. Maybe Abigail should examinee his ears too?
"I'm not old! I'm in the prime of my life!" Roy growled as they started to unbutton his shirt together. Ed smiled to himself.
Wow. Maybe he doesn't have bad ears after all. But he really should get his ears examined.
It was easier to deal with the matter of Roy's life, when they did something like this. When they enjoyed themselves, but still knew what was happening. He sighed when the shirt fell onto the floor and Roy was only in his boxers. "You're beautiful, Roy. Fucking beautiful."
"Oh, I know," he smirked and got a growl in reply. "Watch it, old man. Or I'll shove my boot up your pompous ass." Roy smiled then sighed and walked to the bed. He was glad Ed took it all so well. He knew it was hard for the boy to accept, but during these couple of days he had learned to deal with it. It made it a lot easier for Roy too. "Are you going to get up on that bed or what?" Ed said.
"Oh. Yeah, sure." He sat down on the hard bed and swung his long legs up. He watched as Ed made his way to him and smiled. Ed kissed his cheek and looked thoughtfully on him, "you okay, baby?"
"Whenever I get the pleasure to be called baby by you, I'm more than okay," he said and claimed the younger one's lips.
To be continued...
