H is for Hate
Roy x Ed
Er, does this count as angst? I hope so T.T The ending gave me major trouble. Blah.

His eyes stung, and it took all his energy to prevent them from leaking, but he refused to cry. He didn't deserve his tears.

He refused to cry, even if he wouldn't be the only one. Even if Alphonse and Fury and Havoc and even Hawkeye were tearing up. Even if everyone expected him to, even if he wanted him to.

"Niisan, it's ok to cry." Even if someone told him to.

"No, Al. I refuse to cry. Why would I cry, I hated him." His breathing had become shaky, and he took small gulps of air to prevent it. "I hated the way he would smirk at me, and the way he always treated me as a child. I hated the way he would send me on wild goose chases, knowing it would help me and using it for his own damn good."

And the list continued, on and on, in his mind. He hated him so damn much…

He didn't speak again until he was left alone, eyes burning as he stared at the tombstone.

"And I really hate him for leaving me."

It wasn't until a week later he finally shed a tear.

Hatehimhatehimhatehimforleavingme.

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

H is for Happiness
Roy x Ed
The original H. Kinda sappy, yeah... But the image of Ed glomping Roy from behind wouldn't leave my head, and because I suck at drawing… (This is also the first story I ever got fan art for, wh00t!)

He took pictures of people. No one in particular, just anyone he found on the street. It was his job. Pictures of strangers, caught in random moments that he just happened to be there for. Pictures of someone chasing a fish-stealing cat down the street, pictures of a little girl's funeral for a pet, pictures of an old couple on their porch.

But mostly, he liked pictures of happiness.

He had one of a girl gleefully playing with her older brother, flying high in her swing.

One of a starving stray dog being held by his new and warm family.

Another of a woman, after she learned her family no longer had to worry about having food for dinner.

So many pictures, they were hard to keep track of.

Because there were so many forms of happiness, so many definitions.

But, he thought, as he raised the camera to his eye, but… if that blond boy, as he sneaked up behind his dark lover and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, positively beaming up into the surprised and delighted face as he looked over his shoulder…

If they weren't happiness…

He took the picture just before the elder turned to return the hug, steering the ecstatic boy away from the crowd to leave.

… he didn't know what was.

Random Responses

Valen aka Backstreet: 'Hate' isn't really quite that random, but it was certainly much more darker than 'Genius' or 'Forever'
Echo in the Dark: And so comes the angsty drabble that I threw together! Too bad it isn't that good >> But J is kind of angsty, and S is, too, even if that isn't going to be posted for another couple of weeks, heh.
writerauthorguy: Thank you! I've never written Havoc x Fury, so I was really worried about if I kept them IC and whatnot. Thanks again!
ANOYMOUS: Nee, I'm glad you liked them! And the hot liquid is... actually, I don't know. I think I had soup in mind when I wrote it. Not quite sure o.o;;
purplekittiegurl: Thanks, the Havoc x Fury one gave me the most trouble. So far only X should prove to be real troublesome, but I think I have it figured out. Glad you liked them.