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A/N: so yeah... it's really a strange story and nothing special. actually rather lame and crappy i wrote it in about half an hour and maybe it'll come off as that but what the hell. i had the inspiration so yeah... here it is. my english has gotten worse since my last attempt at writing. so please, ignore all those stupid spelling and grammar mistakes and the lack of powerful and descriptive verbs -- (english's not my mother language - ) i hope it's enjoyable nethertheless (as far as that is possible considering the topic :P). reviews are appreciated very very much but not a necessity.

thank you for reading!

Cotton Candy

Ed loved sweets. He actually liked all kinds of food, which he proved regularly. But Roy had discovered that he had a soft spot what concerned those special sugary treats he would sometimes invite the small alchemist to. It was strange to see Edward so trusting towards him. Obviously everybody was bribable. Some with money, some with power … and some with something as simple as a cup of ice cream or a stick of cotton candy. To Edward it most likely seemed like some kind of "compensation" for all those times the Colonel treated him badly, even though Roy had doubts about that, because the Fullmetal was actually a smart kid.

So it amused him even more that Ed actually never wanted to know why his most hated Colonel of all times started providing him with all kinds of possible candies. He only made jokes "about batting him up like some goddamned goose" but that was all. Roy chuckled at that but thought more of the fairy tale about the witch and her house made out of gingerbread.

At first it was just a vague idea, a hollow stirring, somewhere far away, never even reaching his eyes. But that didn't mean it wouldn't show up on the surface some day. Roy wondered about his own sangfroid. His glances began to linger longer on those boyish features, the mechanical motions of those jawbones, the sugar-covered lips. The triumphant, almost happy grin of a cheeky child.

And that dark feeling flooded his senses, swallowing the glow of innocence lingering almost like a constant reminder in that air he shared in those moments.

At first it wasn't even a plan. More a feeling he had to follow, had to pursue. He wasn't even sure where it would lead him. Until it showed him what he was actually hiding behind that ever smooth and perfect façade of his. But he wasn't even sure if he was really looking for that.

The only thing he knew was that the remains of sugar crumps on pouty, flushed cheeks mixed with tears of pain and betrayal and hurt was the most amazing thing he had ever tasted on that afternoon, when the sun had flooded his office while he pushed that child rhythmically against his wooden desk, the half eaten cake littered on the messy floor.

owari