Story: Isle Be Seeing You – A Full Metal Alchemist Fanfiction
Rating: T (but will it go up to M?!)
Genre: Humor/Adventure/Romance
My Beta: SexySpoonsWillRuleUsAll (ILU!)
Warnings for Chapter: um... nothing
Current Song: All That I Feel – DJ Tatana
Disclaimer: No, I do not own FMA. Why are you asking? Crazy.
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Isle Be Seeing You
Part 2: The Island
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Chapter Ten
Passion fruit & Pineapples
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"So what do we do?" Ed asked as he cut open what was apparently a passion-fruit. Roy had said so.
It was dark and wrinkly on the outside. The inside wasn't much better. There were lots of large, black seeds that were surrounded by orange goo. The seeds were crunchy and quite good, and the orange goo was slimy, but tasty.
Ed cut out the contents and placed them in a coconut bowl. He sorted the seeds into a separate bowl.
"I'm not sure," Roy replied as he swiped a seed and munched on it. He then returned to his task, which was cutting up a pineapple.
"Well, that's certainly helpful," Ed said sarcastically.
The two had ventered into the jungle and Ed showed Roy the many fruit trees he had seen but was to—gulp—short to reach. Out of all the trees only the passion-fruit appeared to be ripe. Pineapple grew from the ground, as Roy pointed out to Ed. Its plant had long, green, smooth leaves that sprouted up from the dirt. Ed swore, saying if only he had known that the odd, prickly thing was food, he wouldn't have had to only eat coconuts and fish. Ed had never seen a pineapple before.
Ed had explained that he had been climbing the mountain when he saw the smoke from Roy's fire. He described the mountain as best he could from what he had seen from it, but the two still couldn't decided if it was a volcano and if they should be worried. Ed pointed out that it wasn't blackedned with dried lava like most volcanos were. Roy pointed out that maybe it just hadn't erupted yet.
"Well, what is there to do? It's not like we have a ship or anything—"
"We could always make a raft," Ed suggested.
"Don't be an idiot, don't you watch any movies? Making a raft never works out to well." Roy argued.
"Shut up, a raft would work out fine."
"No it wouldn't. Why do you think people made ocean liners? Because rafts can't withstand the waves."
"What makes you think they can't? Have you ever been on one?"
"No, and I don't need to have been to know they would be crushed in a matter of minutes during a storm."
"It would not! It would float out of the way!"
"More like it would flip over and drown you."
"You're such an asshole! At least I'm suggesting stuff!"
"Yes, I suppose you're right," Roy brought the hand that wasn't holding the knife to his chin. "I can't really think of anything else to do. I mean, we could obviously just sit around waiting to be rescued. Maybe we could have a signal fire at the top of the mountain so it could be seen from a distance."
"How would we maintain the fire?" Ed asked.
"Good point. Maybe we could lay out rocks that form a giant 'S.O.S.' on the beach?"
"Could work," Ed said as he dropped a handful of passion fruit seeds into the coconut bowl.
Since the two had met up they moved into Ed's cave. Now that they had Roy's fire, the cave was very warm at night and the perfect place to stay. At first they thought they would have to move. The smoke from the fire had no where to go so it smoked up the place, making it hard to breath. After some climbing they went on top of the cave and after some digging they were able to make a hole where the smoke could exit. They lined it with rocks. It was like a chimney.
"Well," Roy said, dropping his knife, "I'm going to eat now. Are you done with the passion-fruit?"
"Yup," Ed replied, placing the bowl of seeds and the bowl of orange goo on the table.
"Good," Roy said placing the pineapple on the table as well.
The two had found a large, flat and almost round piece of wood. After much carving and many minor injuries it was now in the shape of a small, round table. The two collected rocks and stacked them up to create the legs of the table.
Ed hungrily eyed the food that was placed on the table. There was crab meat, roasted fish, pineapple, passion fruit, and coconut.
It was much easier to catch fish with more then one person. Using his knife, Ed had carved rocks into spear heads. Roy shaped tree branches into long, slender sticks. They then tied the spear head to the sticks using vines. Ed almost impaled his own foot a few times, but other then that they successfully caught three fish.
"So," Ed said, taking a bite out of a ring of pineapple.
"So," Roy replied, munching on a passion-fruit seed.
Silence followed.
"If you're not going to say anything," Roy complained, "then don't start a sentence."
"Saying 'so' is hardly starting a sentence, idiot," Ed glared.
"I for one, am not an idiot."
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"You know what? I must be an idiot for jumping off the ship to go after an idiot like you!"
"Yeah, well I'm glad you finally realize—" Ed cut himself off, staring in disbelief at Roy. "You—What?"
Roy looked slightly embarrassed, not wanting to have said that out loud. "What what?"
"What you just said!"
"What?"
"The thing about jumping off the ship!"
"I never said that!"
"You did so!"
"It's not my fault if you're hearing things!"
"I'm not hearing things!"
"You're impossible!" Roy exclaimed, standing abruptly and dashing from the cave.
Ed stared after him, shocked. Ed had never though of why Roy was on the island with him—just that he was there. He supposed he might have been thrown off as well, but it had never occurred to him that Roy had jumped off the ship to try and save him. The though that Roy would do something like that made Ed unexplainably happy.
That's something that—what? A friend would do? No, more like—a best friend. He'd never had a best friend before. The though was a tad confusing though. As far as Ed was concerned they were more—what? Not enemies, but they certainly fought a lot. Perhaps rivals? Ed was jealous of Roy's height… and he always felt that during fights they were competing.
After Ed cleaned up the table, he decided that the next time he saw Roy he wouldn't say anything considering it seemed to embarrass him. Looking out the cave entrance, he could see the fading light. He decided to go for a walk on the beach and check out the sunset.
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"Ouch!" Roy hissed in pain as he was hit with a branch for the fifth time that evening. Maybe walking through the forest wasn't such a great idea. The sun had not set completely yet so he had enough light to see by. Snapping his way through various branches he came to a clearing. As he glanced around he saw that he was at the base of the mountain. He walked over to a large boulder and sat down on it.
He probably shouldn't have run off like that, but he wasn't planning on telling Ed he had done something like that to try to save him. He supposed it was a brave thing to do, even heroic, maybe, but he still hadn't figured out why he had done it.
He hadn't known Ed for that long, but he supposed he considered him a friend. But do you jump off a boat in the middle of raging storm to try to save a friend? He guessed that the answer to that was a no. Wouldn't that be more something you would do for a best friend? Or someone who means a lot to you?
Roy could easily imagine him jumping off that boat to try to retrieve Hughes from the waves, but that's just because Hughes was like a brother to him. They'd been through so much together. Roy was also certain Ed would have done it for Al. Would Ed have jumped off the boat after him? Roy wasn't so sure. Ed seemed happy enough when they found each other, but that could be just because he was the only other person on the island.
As far as he was certain, they were more like…. What? Surely not enemies? More like rivals, he supposed? The fought enough to qualify. But how did Roy feel about him? Did he hate Ed? Did he envy Ed? Perhaps it was more in direction of friendship? They hadn't known each other for an extensive amount of time, but they'd been through quite a lot together. He probably was leaning more toward strong friendship, so like a best friend. Or did he—
SMACK!
Roy was torn from his inner musings by a smack to the head that sent him tumbling over. He opened his eyes to dizzily see the sky. He blinked a few times. What had hit him? What was that on his chest?
MEOW
What?
MEOW
No.
MEOW
No!
MEOW
"NOOOO!!" Roy screamed.
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Ed walked along the beach, the waves lapping at his feet. The sun had just started to set, so the sky was splayed with reds, oranges and pinks. It was such a relaxing sight, even on this horrible vacation-gone-wrong island.
Ed leaned over to scoop up a shell. Ah so pretty. And the texture… so smooth. Perhaps a crab shell? And ooh. Is this a conch? Very nice. Maybe that one is a clam shell? Oh. Maybe not. Oh, and this one! A gorgeous shoe! So shiny, so polished so—WHAT?
Ed stared down at the shoe in his hand. That was odd. And over there—is that a bucket? Is that a board of wood? And that—oh my, is that a sail?
SMACK!
CRASH
"GAH!" Ed screamed in pain from the spot where he face-planted on the ground. There's a couch there. A couch?!
He felt around blindly trying to find a spot to grab so he could hoist himself up. Where was that couch? He supposed it was behind him now. Gah… where's the ground? Oh wait, what's that he just touched?
Ed opened his eyes. He froze. Was that… a foot? And this a leg? And that a butt? And that a torso, and that a neck and that a head?!
"AARG!" Ed yelled.
Lying on the ground in front of him was a body.
"AARG!" Ed yelled again.
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A/N: Heeey, guys! So, the big one-oh! I'm glad to have made it this far. I know this took awhile, but please forgive me! School and life in general has be so hectic. But it's almost summer vacation, so I'll have tons, and I mean tons of time to write! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please R&R!