Phantasmagoria
Chapter 3; Making Your Presence Known
Bane; -.0! "Questions I have received;
Why is Edward haunting Roy?--- Dunno'...That one's going to be answered over a couple of chapters. Subtly, though. So pay attention.
There was little conversation as the Colonel finished his last few tasks. He was distracted and rather jumpy. Throughout the day, he had shot fertive glances at the two who rested patiently, still positioned on the couch.
Get ahold of yourself, he reasoned sharply, You have a wondrous over-production by name of imagination; backed by paranoia. Yes, that was it. It was the absent-minded day dream of a tired military commander! Surely it wasn't that uncommon…
"I don't suppose you two are ready to leave…?"
He had meant it as a light comic relief—but no such effect occurred. Swiftly grabbing his coat, Roy led the other two out of the Military facility. Their strides made a subtle rhythm upon the parking lot asphalt.
For once, he regretted having his vehicle so close to headquarters; the two sent off a grieviancing aura that seemed to grey the surrounding atmosphere. And he wished no more to be cramped in a small metallic automobile with it, than to become part of it himself.
There goes Good Thing Number 2.
"You sure that's going to be warm enough?" an adept host of a Colonel questioned responsibly.
Winry nodded in response, thanked him again, but graciously took the blanket that was offered to her.
Alphonse had only just gone to bed, choosing, ever since they had arrived at this humble near-mansion of a place, to remain in the silent and melancholy stage he had only recently begun to accommodate.
Almost makes one want to ask 'hey, who died in here'? Roy mused sadistically, but shuddering at the thought of saying the phrase aloud. He was saddened, really, but public gloom wasn't his style. He preferred to greive on his own time; in his own way. Of course, he wasn't what one would call 'close' with Edward.
Sighing, he washed up, and made his way into bed. Flicking the lights off, he settled underneath his comforter. With a slight groan of content, Roy closed his eyes. The world blurred as he slipped off into slumber…
…When abruptly, the silence shattered.
"Mustang?"
With a reply that seemed more like a growl, the Colonel didn't open his eyes.
"You're not here. What's not here can not disturb the living. And therefore, you should stop disturbing me."
"I'm sorry…I just don't want her to catch sick…"
"Who to catch sick?"
"Winry…She's cold."
Sighing, but still unwilling to open his eyes and break the ring of warmth and comfort that he lay in, Roy smirked.
"She's fine. I gave her an extra blanket."
There was a pause before the familiar voice spoke again.
"No. It's not enough; she's still freezing."
With an aggrivated grunt the military commander crocked open an eye, but only caught sight of a whisped shadow, which immediately disappeared from sight. Rising from the comfort he had only just encountered, he walked down the hallway. From the corridor closet, Roy withdrew a thick wool blanket.
Just my bloody imagination.
Stepping lightly into Winry's room, however, he found her shivering fitfully. She was deep in slumber, but something about her was unrestful. He lay the cloth over her quickly, and waited until the trembling ceased. Her face took on a more peaceful vacancy.
Just my bloody intuition.
Mustang slipped swiftly into the covers once more, ready to fall asleep. He was expecting it this time, however, when a boyish voice again spoke in a whisper.
"Oh, and Colonel?"
"Yeah?" He hissed back in an irritated snarl.
"Thanks…for all this…I didn't know who else…"
At once, the room seemed more barren, more solitary.
Just my bloody apparition.
Bane; "Woweea!" –yawn-
A; "What is it?"
Bane; "Tons of updating done. Nearly finished with 'From What We Once Were', I'm fixing something on Brought to Light, I finished up on this chapter, and I have a new actual ORIGINAL story that I think I may turn into an Ed Win fic (and I don't think it's been done before in the way that I did it.) W00t! Yay for updating!"