Alright, here we go! 45 RoyxEd titles/themes, and I decided to make them into an ongoing story. I got these themes from the LJ community fma yaoi. ff dot net plus links equals hate.

http(colondoublebackslash)www(dot)livejournal(dot)com/community/fma(underscore)yaoi/43334(dot)html

Titles translated by hagane no. I don't own FMA. Need I repeat that this story(stories) is(are) ROYxED. Meaning shounen-ai. Meaning yaoi. Meaning boy love. Meaning FLAMING GAY. Meaning male homosexuals, and interactions between said male homosexuals, ranging from hugs, to kisses, to sex. If a chapter contains more explicit material, I'll put a note of that in the pretext of that chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can just skip it, and still read the rest of what I've written. n.n;

Have fun. And let the RoyxEd begin! Oh, and I swear they're going to tie together somehow...even if it's not apparent just yet...


5. Hometown
Ed sat on the porch, swinging his legs off the side. "Hey, Roy! What's your hometown like anyway? What about your parents, your family, you never talk about any of them!"

The dark-haired man tensed slightly, but managed to stay in the present with the cheerful blonde at his side. Raven strands were brushed aside casually for a better view of the beautiful countryside. Rizenbool was really quite a sight to see on a bright, sunny day.

"Well? What's with the secrecy, you fuck up playing with fire and burn the whole place down or something?" The smell of ash filled Roy's nostrils, so thick he could hardly breathe, but a warm hand on his arm brought him back. "What's up? I was just joking! Hey, don't look at me like that, you don't have to tell me if you don't want..."

Roy watched as flames danced across the hillside like ghosts of the past, scorching imaginary houses to the ground in an instant. He closed his eyes, but it was still there, the heat, the ash, and from the hilltop the entire town lit up in a pattern he would wear for the rest of his life.

'Mommy? Daddy? Sarah where are you! Aunt Mindy! Grandpa? Somebody! Anybody!'

Roy shuddered at his own voice so young, innocent and terrified, and opened his eyes when Ed gently squeezed his hand. He simply shook his head, and Ed nodded. "Take me there someday, we can pay our respects together, it'll do you good..."

"We can go there now if you'd like..." Roy stood, heading for the hill in the distance. Ed, surprised, scrambled to his feet and followed. "Hey, wait up!"

Roy's grin went unseen. "Slowpoke!"

"Hey! I'm not a slowpoke!"

Roy laughed, "Oh, that's right, it's because your legs are so short."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A TINY MIDGET THAT CAN'T RUN BECAUSE HE'S SO SHORT!" The blonde chased after the older alchemist, ready to make him sleep on the porch for that one.

Roy just looked back towards the burned lot where the Elrics had once lived, an afterimage dancing across his vision.

'Are you alright? Roy? Come on, don't die on me! Trisha, get the salve and some bandages!' Soulless black eyes opened to recognize the man that had introduced him to alchemy, blonde hair a mess and still in his bedclothes. He was covered in soot and ash, and Roy deduced that he had collapsed trying to find his parents, and this man had saved him.

In a split second it was all gone though when Edward came crashing into him, knocking him down. Roy couldn't help but smile. Funny how fate worked like that.


So? Have I scared you people off yet? No? Good! Please review, I like cookies…and catnip…give the kitty some treats for her efforts?

I like fire, but I don't like flames. Any flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n; Constructive criticism is your friend and mine.