First off, I know these are just random drabbles and stuff, but if you'd leave a review about them, I'd be very happy. So... PLEASE REVIEW! =D (Yes, this will be on every drabble.)
Well, I was listening to music from The Lion King and The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. He Lives In You inspired this, except it's not like the song goes. xD Austin (Myko on here) helped me with the ending. I was having a lot of trouble with it. THANK YOU FOR THE HELP! You can join my family any time you like. =3 You wouldn't have this story for forever without him; thank him and read his stories! Do it NOW!
So, yeah. I've almost got the last chapter of How Do I Say 'I Love You?' done. But I couldn't write with this in mind. So I did it. Also, my eye will not quite twitching. -growls- I want an eye patch like Roy's so it can rest! T-T Anyways, enjoy and review! =D
Title: My Own Person
Rating: T
Warnings: Foul language. Shounen-ai. Cuteness. Feel sad for Edward. Feel sad for him!
You look just like your father! I see him in you, you know.
You're great, just like him. Maybe one day, you'll reputation will be as great as his.
You must be his son! Oh, I can definitely see him in you. You must have loved him very much.
"Shut up. All of you, just shut up. Don't compare me to him." Edward growled. In the quiet bathroom, it sounded far too loud even to his own ears, then it was silent. The next thing he knew, the glass from the mirror in front of him was tinkling to the floor, and his flesh hand was stinging. He looked up. His hand was in the frame the glass had been in only moments before and there were gashes in the delicate skin. The moment he jerked his hand back, the door was shoved open. Half of Mustang's unit- including the Lieutenant General himself- was standing there, gaping at him as if he were a sideshow freak.
And he could only stare back, cradling his bleeding hand to his chest. Finally, he opened his mouth and stammered, "I-I have t-to go to th-the i-infirmary." Then he fled through the gap they made for him, and they continued to stare after him.
"What the hell was that?" Roy gasped, eyes wide.
"No clue." Havoc answered, still startled by the whole thing.
"Who's going to fix the mirror?" They both turned glares on Breda. "What?" Roy sighed and turned to follow Edward.
"I should go check on him. No telling what'll happen." There was the sound of clicking heels and an exasperated sigh.
"Colonel, the stack of files on your desk has nearly tripled in size. Kindly go finish your paperwork." Hawkeye's tone sounded cross, leaving no room for argument.
"After I finish this paperwork." Because how could he possibly check on Ed if his brains were spattered all over the wall?
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The infirmary had let him loose long ago, but he couldn't go back to the dorm. He would feel the need to go straight to the shower, meaning he'd see his reflection in the mirror, the water, the tile. And he'd see Hohenheim in that reflection. It wasn't something he wanted to do. So he walked. Just walked, all around the building and the block, then wandered out to the town center, where all the shops were. There was a big fountain in the center; he flopped down on the edge to rest his aching automail leg. It was going to rain soon. The clouds seemed to be thicker every time he looked up at the sky.
So he looked down into the still water in the fountain. That was a mistake, too. His reflection was cast back at him, but all he saw was his father. He snarled at it, even as his eyes stung with tears. "I am not you! I will never be you! You do not live on in me!" he screamed at the reflection, then roughly drug his bandaged hand through the image. He looked away, shaking the water from his hand. Whatever it had been wrapped in- his entire palm, leaving room for the thumb which was the only part of the hand untouched, and almost all the way up his fingers- allowed the water to simply roll off. "Why do I see you when I look in the mirror instead of myself?" He dropped his hand in his lap. "Why am I you? Why can't I just be Edward, not Hohenheim?"
A hand on his shoulder, on his cheek startled him out of his skin. His arm tensed to punch, but a voice in his ear stopped him. "You'll always be Edward to me, you foolish boy." The man turned the young blond to face, shifting so as to make it easier. He pressed even closer, and large golden eyes widened impossibly.
"R-Roy?" he questioned, attempting to lean away. The hand on his shoulder slid down to his lower back, pulling him close.
"You are Edward Elric. You will never be anything like Hohenheim van Light was. Do not forget that." With that, he tilted the other's chin upwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, hesitant and asking permission. Edward didn't pull away, nor did he lean forward; it was an invitation, though he couldn't carry out the deed himself. So Roy kissed him, and he kissed back, inexperienced yet eager.
I'm not Hohenheim. I never have been. I'm Edward- Roy's Edward.
