Roy/Ed 45 Themes (Parental Version)
Trains
Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist, sat quietly watching the scenery pass outside the window as the train chugged down the tracks towards Central.
Roy was headed home, and couldn't wait to get there. He was just coming back from a month long stay in some back waters town where the people hated any and all military figures. Especially those as high up as Roy. There had been many confrontations, as well as several injuries. To many to count. It was a long unbearable stay, and as soon as Roy had boarded the train and sat down he had let out a long awaited sigh of relief. He was finally headed home.
The train was slow, but Roy didn't mind. The slow rocking movement was relaxing, and in any other situation would have probably lured him into sleep. This time was a little different though.
His month long stay had not been any ordinary mission. This mission had been more personal. This had been more self-assigned. No one had told him to go on this mission. It was one he had given himself, under the many protests of his team members. Roy even told them he was going on this one alone. Something that caused an uproar among his team. Each one letting Roy know that they could and would go and help him.
Roy declined though. The mission was his and his alone. It was personal. Someone had taken something of his and he was going to get it back.
Now sitting on the train he couldn't sleep. Not until safely back in Central.
The mission had been a success. He had retrieved what had been taken. This was why he couldn't sleep. He was watching what was his. Afraid that once again someone would try and take away the thing most precious in his life.
"Roy," a sleepy voice filled the cabin.
"I'm here," Roy reassured the boy who had been asleep. "I am right here, and we are headed home."
"Home?"
"Back to Central," Roy answered, carding his hand through long golden hair. "Don't worry son, everything is going to be fine. Everything is going to be just fine Ed."