Alright, really this time, this is the last drabble tonight. Heh, I need sleep...
Sayonara
Omg, again with the end of series spoilers! Ack, I need to write something different for a change...
Oh yeah, shounen ai, too. I need some new material here, lol. I'm getting too repetitive...
Farewell.
It was such a simple word: eight letters, four syllables, one more meaningless, useless sound that someone had one day decided would make a good parting line. "Bye," would have been just as good, "See you," or even, "Later."
But neither of them had said that.
Because there might not be a later.
To demean that last meeting, their final parting with any other word would have been heinous, unforgivable.
But still, in his determined and set mind, he hadn't really acknowledged the possibility that one or both of them might not return.
It had only hit home when Mustang held out his left hand. Roy had never touched his human arm. In the beginning, they had never been close enough. After the emotions they had kept dammed up finally broke through and were realised, there was never a proper time or place. Homunculus were running around, the Philosopher's Stone was not what they had dreamed of and even under the web of lies, deceit and anarchy, the military was definitely screwed. They had never been able to allow themselves to show that sort of intimacy, not until they could stand side by side in the end, with everything resolved and at peace.
But that the Brigadier General was doing this now meant that he thought there might never be a time.
So, Ed reached out, ungloved hand to ungloved hand, and lightly brushed his own against Mustang's.
He smirked. And Roy smiled.
They would find a way back to each other. No matter how many worlds separated them, not matter how insurmountable the odds were.
--Owari--