Nyeah, these were so late because I couldn't find them. I don't save them to my computer, just update them to my journal and hope I find them again. Not really a good thing.

D is for Demolish
Roy x Ed
No matter how many times I wrote this it never came out right. Feh.

Roy Mustang had demons of his own. He played the part of the heartless Colonel, uncaring of his subordinate's problems, sending them out on dangerous missions with a wave of his hand.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't fret over them.

Maybe it wasn't because he was uncaring. Maybe he was too caring. There was one thing no one had ever accused him of before.

He sent his men into battle before, without hesitation. Dangerous missions without thinking. That was then. But then... Hughes. It wasn't Roy's fault, not entirely. But he still blamed himself for Grace's tears, blamed himself for Elysia's lack of a father.

So. He built a wall, a fortress. Around his thoughts, his feelings... his heart. And for a while, no one saw the caring side, the worried side of Colonel Roy Mustang.

Later, in between exchanging kisses with a certain blond alchemist, realization finally hit him.

It figured that Edward Elric would be the one person who could demolish his wall.

(E)(X)(T)(R)(A)

D is for Dandelions
None, unless you want to imagine it, or something.
This really has no use. I just wanted to put it somewhere. I have no clue if anything written below is really that accurate, that's just how I see them (yes, I like dandelions. So sue me). And Al is restored. Because. I said so.

He liked dandelions, or so he decided.

Sure, they were common. Not the prettiest flowers (weeds?), true. But not everyone's favorite flower could be a rose, or a lily, or whatever other plant they decided symbolized this and that. Not that he had anything against those other flowers; they were all beautiful, yes.

But dandelions were special.

They died, like everything else does sooner or later. But they didn't wilt, become ugly, just mere shadows of their former beauty. It was more like they went through a metamorphosis. And became these fluffy white things that looked nothing like they did before. But they were pretty in their own way, not at all something that was imaged as death.

And they were very fragile. One little puff, and the white seeds were sent everywhere. Even a child could make it happen. He remembered, if not vaguely, bright sunny days, laughter, and little white seeds flying everywhere as joyful faces gazed on. He didn't know it back then, but with each little blow, each seed sent flying, more dandelions would grow, and the cycle would continue.

In a way, they reminded him of... well, people.

"Alphonse? Al, stop playing with the dandelions and come on, we have a train to catch!"

"Coming, niisan!" Alphonse stood up, gently holding the flower by its stem. He stared at it for a while, before blowing gently, dropping the remaining piece of the plant to the ground. He turned without looking back, because he didn't have to.

Yes, Alphonse Elric liked dandelions.

Gewah, I need a new muse. Mine isn't doing me any good.