first of all...i dont own fma or any of its characters...
secondly...this is the first fanfic thati'll try to keep posted...but i still think is sucks
thrid...im not good at naming things so ifyou have any suggestions for a name im listening
lastly ...enjoy
prologue type thingy...
4 years of research. 4 years of wandering. 4 years of being yanked around the military. He put himself through all this just for it to blow up in face. That's the one thing Roy couldn't understand. How can he just go through all this and shrug it off, as it was no big deal.
It was a Wednesday. Roy always remembered Wednesdays. That was the last day of the week all the paper work could be turned in. That was the day when he walked in his office, the pile of papers in the 'in' box was about 6 inches shy for the ceiling. And no matter how many times he initialed here or wrote today's date, the pile only seemed to get taller. 8 o'clock came around when he finally got started on the last paper. Everyone had left the building by then. Except the janitors and the secretary (She too was affected by this curse call Wednesday. she had to sort out the paper work to make sure it got to the right departments...) As Roy began signing the last paper, the little make-believe band in his head started to play a heroic fanfare, while Mr. Narrator Guy (also in Roy's head) began his infamous Wednesday speech which Roy wrote. "Once again, in the battle between man and paper ...man shall always walk away with the victory and work his way up the ladder!" After the band music died down, Roy fell out his hero pose, gathered up his things, and made his way home. When he got home, he did his Wednesday regular: put some water to boil, throw in some ramen, and eat it…out of the pot. (hey less dishes to wash.) Once he was done, he took off his jacket and laid down on his horribly tasteless couch and started dozing off. Hours later he started hearing a knock. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the clock, 3 in the morning. He forced himself up and dragged himself to the door. When he opened it, he saw a boy with golden hair. "Ed?" Roy asked. The boy looked up revealing a face covered in dirt, unkempt hair, and bloody hands. With the tiniest smile he whispered, "It didn't work. He's gone."