A/N: Okay I said there were sexual themes and excessive swearing in the last chapter. For some of you, you must have been wondering what I was talking about. Let me tell you, I was planning on being much more descriptive in that chapter than I was. Anyway, lemme just tell you if you don't oppose it I will have to just say that that is a warning for later chapters? Because I tend to put a warning chapters before the warning is actually relevant. *sigh*

So, um, school started again and the musical is officially over so that means I actually have to concentrate on school? Ah, it was nice while it lasted. I love excuses.

.' you were not meant to hear that

So I guess I will give you the tenth chapter and damn I need to write a lot because that songchapter I was talking about? Yeah that's really soon.

Also, while writing at least some or all of this chapter, I was pretty depressed. So if anything seems morbid or depressing, that's why. But probably not in this chapter. Ah well. *shrug*

:~H.n.R.~:

"You're not supposed to be concerned about me, alright? Just stop bothering me! You've been nagging me ever since I got out of the shower this morning, two hours ago! Can you just go bother your pork-infested girlfriend or something! We're on a mission, not a friend quest! This is the damn military! Leave me alone!" Edward screamed. One he felt like Nick felt wounded enough, he stalked off down the road, glad there weren't many citizens there that saw that.

Nick whimpered, then scrunched up his face angrily and ran off in the opposite direction.

"This isn't even a mission anymore!" the officer wailed.

:~H.n.R.~:

He first heard the fighting and moaning just an hour after he left quarters with a satisfied belly. Wondering what it was but wanting to be a bit secretive, the soldier ran all the way down the street and when he reached the first main turn in the road, he turned right and did a U-turn to face the scene where he heard the sounds. That is where he came face-to-face with Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

The last person he wanted to see right now.

The blonde, at first, did not even recognize that he was there as he stormed forward in his rage, dignified at the least. Then, as his steam wore off, his face twitched slightly when he saw someone standing there, and his mouth set firm when he recognized the raven-haired man.

"What do you want?" he growled. He's sounding more and more like me when I'm angry, the surprised man thought, Deadly but in power and dignified.

"I'd just thought I'd visit your part of town," the man lied with an innocent tone to his voice and a completely straight face. Edward glared at him with skepticism, and then stalked past him. The man was confused for a second, wondering whether he should follow the angry alchemist, stay where he was in fear until the storm passed, or go his own way and forget this ever happened. But his problem was soon solved, for the second time in, what, three days?

"Why don't we get something to eat, Roy?"

But I just ate…

:~H.n.R.~:

Edward was angrily but slowly attacking his food. Roy could tell he was taking out his frustrations by torturing the poor, already-dead turkey, but he did not say a word in fear that that silver fork would be embedded in his forehead instead of the who-knows-where of the turkey slices.

After five minutes of stabbing his food and nibbling little bits here and there with apparent rage, Edward glowered up at his ex-superior officer and Roy cringed.

"I brought you here to talk, so let's talk," Edward said, sotto voce. He interlaced his fingers and laid his elbows on the table, pulling off another one of Roy's attributes that the teen himself used to be so ticked off by.

Roy looked mildly confused, mouth quirked up on one side, "Well, I really don't know what you mean by that, so why don't you address the situation at hand?"

Edward snarled under his breath, flashing his pearly whites, and then spoke, "Two days ago, when you came on to the balcony to speak to me, I wanted to be left alone. Ah, ah, ah, don't talk, it's my turn. Be patient."

Roy scoffed.

"As I was saying, I wanted to drown in my own thoughts, to be poetic at the least. But you had to come upstairs and bother me. As you could tell I was trying to ignore you but to no avail. Being your stubborn self and knowing how I can't resist a challenge, you tricked me into agreeing to tell you what was on my mind. The same problem led me up the stairs and away from you. Now, if you hadn't been so stubborn, your stupidity would have just gotten us into another quarrel instead of this deep barrel of fucking shit we're in."

Edward took a breath and righted himself. He wasn't so used to talking for this long-either someone was yakking at him (Winry), he was being cut-off or ignored because he was a "child" (Roy, and sometimes Breda), or a knife was being thrown at him to tell him to shut up (his teacher, of course).

"So now it's the next morning. I wake up, groggy, and all of a sudden I remember that promise I made to you the night before. The reason I was so late was because I was so worried about…coming up to you and confessing my feelings. I already had to hide it before because I was afraid that others would push me away simply because of what gender I liked. I only know people I care about, and if they pushed me away I would know it was simply because they were homophobic." Edward coughed for effect, and then continued. "I decided that I might as well come in, because you'd be mad at me no matter what I did, like always. And you know the rest. I confess, you get pissed off at me and avoid me for the rest of the trip, and I'm in a sour mood and I've probably just alienated one of my best subordinates for the rest of time because of that."

Roy was mildly astounded. He never knew that what he did would hurt Edward that badly…or maybe it was his denial. He was in a red blaze of fury where he didn't give a flying fuck about what Edward thought of his rejection, and was actually scared of Ed and himself when he was running away. And then for the rest of the trip up to now he was in denial that Ed was hurt emotionally. He told himself that Edward hadn't cracked because of anything else at work, so as long as everyone else saw him as fine (well, as far as Elrics go), then the teen could cry into his pillow all he wanted, for all Roy cared.

On the other hand, the elder man at the table had expected something akin to this to happen…but not so soon and not so calmly. He was about to make up something just to continue the conversation-a filler, if you will-but Ed got to it first.

"Wait, before you say anything, just let me tell you this. I don't want fucking hide nor shitty hair of your sympathy. Lock it up in a bottle. Go get therapy. Make love to some slutty bitch to get it off your mind. I just wanted to tell you so that I could get it off my chest, since apparently by your standards that's all I'm good at," Edward looked dignified yet…feral as he said this, "So choose your words carefully or I might just decide that I really don't ever want to see you again."

Roy swallowed the saliva caught in his throat, bit his lip, thought his words over for a second again, and then said, "Well, I was not expecting that, Edward, but…just as it isn't your fault that you are…"

Roy looked around him carefully, and then lowered his voice, "…a homosexual, then how can it be my fault that I am a homophobe? Maybe I had some trauma in the past that made me that way, or I was raised to believe the only relationship should be between man and woman, even though I am aesthetic. Have you ever thought of that? No, because you think the world revolves around you, Fullmetal. You think this is some love story, where the one in love always gets the one he wants, but you are not a main character! I have a part in this, too! I have a life of my own, Edward! And you can't rip that away from me just because you lust after me or whatever you kids call it these days!"

The blonde looked thoroughly disgusted and lowered his voice as well, "I never said all of that, first of all. Second of all, I'm not expecting you to have a cock-shindig inside my buttocks, or whatever you old people used to call it. I'm simply saying that you running away from me was unnecessary. That was just you being a bastard and trying to make me feel bad, wasn't it? You could have said you were homophobic and I would have understood-"

"No, you wouldn't have! You would have had that sour, pitying expression on your face for the next five years and mope around like a dead chimera. I know you, Ed, and you take things very personally!" Roy countered with a hot head. How could this kid accuse him of things he didn't even do?

Edward seethed, baring his teeth, "You know me, do you? You know that I would be saddened by this for long periods of time? Then would you know that I would never be able to find another partner in life because I'm too distressed over your rejection to let go of you when I never had you in the first place? If you knew that so well, then why would you run away like that? Just to spite me?"

"Edward, we're on a mission. We're in a fucking café for fucking faggots," Roy sighed and put his head in his hand, not noticing the look on his ex-subordinate's face that was alternating between glass cups and Roy's crown.

"Don't use that word," Edward warned him.

"What," Roy looked up at the other, "'Faggot'? Why? If it's such a derogatory term and you think oh-so-highly of yourself, then why should it matter?"

"It matters because you're saying it in front of me and you know it," Edward stood up abruptly and left the table, but not before turning around and saying loudly, "Colonel Mustang, I forgot to tell you one other thing."

"And what's that?" Roy pretended to look tired, a look that told the teen "if-this-is-some-sort-of-game-where-you-try-to-get-in-the-last-word-I-am-going-to-burn-you-on-the-spot."

"I decided yesterday that I would quit the army," Edward said with a stoic expression, trying not to grin sadistically when Roy genuinely looked shocked, "I'm going to get the normal life I never had. Don't expect me to say goodbye to you, because that's what this is. Although I should have probably let you suffer the surprise." Edward shrugged. "I guess you won't miss me then, and this conversation just made me want to resign more. And I guess, thank the military for making a special rule for me that I could resign whenever I wanted to because you were my guardian. And now that I am 19 they can't take that right away from me because then they wouldn't have the small bit of co-operation they have even now from you, would they? Nevertheless, I'm going to do my best on this job, and after that I'm leaving. Sayonara."

And that moment is when Roy finally realized how much Ed cared for him.

A/N: I sorry for cheesy ending! And I sorry for not updating in a month! But I have exams so I have an excuse. (- Still hasn't studied yet.) Anyway, I gave you lots and lots of big paragraphs, so I guess I am a little satisfied…even though this chapter is so short. Good luck reading this on your iPods if you are, because that will be a lot of words on the screen…kekeke

Anyway, I hope to write another chapter within the next three weeks. I know it's a long time but…you lasted this long, so…

Sorry! D: Gomendasai-ne~

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Kyoudai – N/A – Fullmetal Alchemist OST 3