Wow, my first FMA drabbles . I am so very proud of myself.
Warning: This was written at 8:30 am after a truly sleepless night.
Rating: Wow . . . My first one-where it doesn't need a rating. No cursing, no kissing, no violence o.o I promise other drabbles will have them!
Pairings: One-sided: Jean x Roy, Ed x Roy. I suppose slight Jean x Ed.
Disclaimer: Note, this will not be present in other chapters! Hagane-chan does not own FMA. However, Hagane-chan does own Roy . . . The key chain, and Ed and Al . . . the shirt. . .
If you take a close look at anyone, take a close look into their eyes, you would be able to see the scars. Everyone has scars, everyone has their open wounds. Sometimes the wounds are shallow-sometimes they're so deep it could kill the bearer.
Edward Elric had these wounds. These wounds so deep they would have killed him; if he had been just a little weaker. But Edward was far from weak; no he was strong, very strong. However, despite his strength, his talent, his strong-will, he still had these scars, these wounds.
There was only one person who could see all of these wounds, all of the scars. There was only one person who could serve as the bandage and help the elder Elric brother to stick with things, when he rejected him. Only him, only that one blonde, the scruffy mutt who had the military and his comrades, and nothing else, only Jean Havoc could help him move on.
And when the two both turned their backs on him, yet still whole-heartedly followed, they were attempting to heal each other. But . . . He could choose from anyone, and when he choose-their hearts shattered. They were alone, yet together. They loved, yet it was unrequited. They saw the scars, but neither could heal the other completely. Only bandage, only ease the pain, even if for just a little while.
I know, weird. Review please :3