IMPORTANT AN XD (READ OR ANGRY MOUNTAINGOATS WILL SMITE YOU!): There have been some people telling me about a fic called 'the Medaillion'. It's a Gundam Wing fic—HeeroxDuo. They've pointed out to me that it's similar to this fic, so I decided to check it out myself and yeah, it is similar. Even the name is kind of the same o.o I was shocked myself, believe me, since I had never seen/read this fic before in my life. I was kind of proud of the plot myself, for coming up with this and all, but it seems there was someone before me who wrote something like this, only then a Gundam Wing fic.

Damn.

I hope you all believe me when I say that I have never read that story until someone pointed it out to me. I hate plagiarism and… well, I'm glad it's at least different from mine with a lot of things XD I know nobody accused me of 'stealing' this story, but I just wanted to get this out of the way… you know, just to be sure? I think the only resemblance is both of the guys coming out of the watch/medallion, so I guess that's okay, right? o.o Other than that, I continued to read the fanfic and… well, I loved it!

So, hereby: I honestly recommend it to you, if you're into Gundam Wing x3. That's the least I can do O.o.

Again, I hope you believe me when I say that I did not know about this fic until now.

-takes a deep breath-

And I've kind of lost count as to how many days are left O.o.. I think they have a month, right? Or a bit less, perhaps. Ah well, let's just say they have a month left and if not—use your IMAGINATION! –spreads arms above her head-

Enjoy!


As Edward had said, he had woken up Roy every hour that night. It wasn't very pleasant for both of them, since Edward didn't sleep at all that night and Roy was tired to the max and it wasn't helping when someone kept interrupting his dreams.

The next day they decided to make it a lazy one—you know, where you keep your pyjama's on the entire day and hang in front of the television or play videogames, or eat ice cream? That kind of a day it was for the both of them. Of course, Roy grumbled when Edward insisted that he should take a shower and wash off the remaining blood from his back, so Edward could also change the sheets, but it was necessary. After that, they had the whole day to themselves.

As I said, they did nothing but stay in bed and watch television, occasionally playing a game of Halo(1) against each other—which Edward, naturally, always won. Roy would sometimes sleep and Edward would, again, wake him up every hour. It wasn't healthy for Roy to watch television—not when he was feeling dizzy and nauseous and had a headache, but Roy had ensured Edward he was fine. It was a mild concussion, luckily for him, so it wasn't anything too bad.

Roy had asked him how long he would be feeling like that and Edward had answered truthfully—he didn't know. He knew that a lot of concussions varied, so it could be weeks until the headache and all of the other symptoms were gone. Roy had scowled at that and muttered something about burning the two robbers that had hit him.

Edward on the other hand kind of enjoyed taking care of Roy like that and they got to spend quality time with each other. They did that quite often, but they were never this close—sitting together on a bed and eating junkfood, talking about random things. They usually talked about their pasts.

While both of them usually were rather reluctant to talk about their childhoods or earlier years of their lives, they found that they could relate easily to one another and didn't mind talking about it at all. Edward had found out that Roy, like himself, had been deprived of his mother and father and had to spend his life in an orphanage—just like him. At the age of eighteen, he actually joined the military and he quickly worked his way up to a Major—it had only taken him a year (2).

Though one would suspect Roy wouldn't remember anything from the previous night due to his concussion, he did remember everything. Well, all of his feelings at least and the way Edward had taken care of him—the way he felt when those soft fingertips gently wrapped his head in bandages and the way those golden eyes looked at him with worry. He remembered everything and he thought he had figured out most of his feelings, though he still wasn't quite sure.

How could someone know if he was in love or not? It was a feeling Roy had never experienced before, simply because he hadn't met the right woman before and, after being cursed into that watch, he didn't think he would ever be able to fall in love. Not when he was together with a man.

Then again, Edward did kind of look like a girl…

"You know what?" Edward suddenly spoke. They were seated on the bed and were watching a show called 'the Real World'. Roy and Edward both liked to watch it—not because they were interested in it or something, but because they enjoyed laughing at the airheads. Roy personally didn't get the point of the show and, when he asked Edward, he noticed he wasn't the only one. "Girls are bitches," he stated. "I mean, look at that! They're backstabbing and they talk behind your backs. Honestly, the only girl you can trust is Winry—she's so rude, she'll say anything that's on her mind." Roy couldn't help but agree.

"Is that the reason why you're gay?" he teased. Edward narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Nah," he scrunched his nose in disgust. "I just can't see myself with a wife." It became silent as they continued watching the show, but only for a couple of minutes. Roy was the one to break it.

"Do you think that you're born gay?" Edward shrugged.

"No idea. Some people blame it on the childhood and some scientists say that men who are gay just have more female hormones or something—every opinion is different. I guess I more or less believe that it doesn't matter what gender it is. Boy or girl, it doesn't matter—personality does, in the end that is. Once you settle down with someone, you should be happy with that person, even if it is someone of the same sex. I feel more attracted to men, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't give a girl a chance who interests me. And I think attraction fades anyway, most married couples stay together because they love each other, not because they attract each other. I mean, you really think seventy year olds stay together because they like the sex? Hell no!" Roy chuckled lightly. "People who go for looks are shallow," Edward concluded.

Roy started to inch closer to Edward, all the while contemplating on what the blonde had said. He was right—it was the inside that mattered. Roy had never really stayed long enough with someone to actually get to know that person, because he was simply bored to death after an hour of spending time with those women. It may sound arrogant, when it came from his mouth, but he just found that he was brilliant and needed someone of equal intelligence to keep him interested—there simply hadn't been those women before.

Roy was fairly certain that this had been the same for Edward—he hadn't dated a lot of people and he was a genius, even more brilliant than Roy himself was.

Perhaps that's why Roy was so interested in him—there hadn't been a boring day since he had met Edward. The blonde was refreshing and there was just something about him. Roy was certain that he had known that there was something special about Edward ever since he had first met him, but at the time did not recognise it.

But he didn't want to allow himself to actually fall in love. Perhaps if it had been before this curse, he would—but now there were complications. Well, one big problem. He only had one month left with Edward and after that, he would be living fulltime in the watch again, without Edward, until another man would get his hands on him.

He would only hurt himself and he would only hurt his blonde master. Roy could live with it if only he would be getting hurt, but he would rather die before hurting Edward.

As sappy as that may sound.

Roy decided right then and there that he would not act upon his feelings.


It has been one week since Roy's concussion and he was feeling much, much better. Much to Edward's amazement, Roy had been a very fast healer—the wound on the back of his head almost gone right after the next day. It hadn't been deep or anything, but there had been a lot of blood coming out of his head, so it was a surprise when Edward found the wound almost healed.

The headache was nearly gone and he was glad that Edward would finally let him walk around again—being in bed all day had been rather boring, though very enjoyable when the blonde was at home. Roy's inner-pervert (though I'm not sure if he has an inner-pervert… he's perverted altogether) had been very happy whenever Edward would make him dinner and bring it to him, acting like a servant and all. Said inner-pervert would then imagine him in a very skimpy maid's uniform, calling him 'master'.

He was happy that Edward blamed the constant nosebleeds on the concussion—as crazy as that may sound.

Research hadn't been going well—Edward had yet to find a way to help Roy with the curse. Roy had said many times that it was simply impossible, but the blonde was as stubborn as one could be and kept on going. His determination was very admirable, but foolish as well—there simply was no way.

Edward refused to believe it.

Which was, by the way, the topic of their discussion on a sunny Monday morning. Edward was about to leave the apartment to go to the library in a town nearby, where they apparently had more books.

"Are you leaving again?" Roy asked with a sigh. "Edward, just give it up—it's useless. Just enjoy the present, we still have three weeks left. Enough time for you to take… full advantage of me," he allowed himself to smirk as he saw Edward's face turn a brilliant shade of red. The teasing hadn't stopped after Roy finally came to terms with his feelings and had decided that denial would only postpone things. Though at first teasing Edward was highly entertaining, he now mostly did it to make him blush—Edward just looked too cute when he did that.

"B—bastard," he muttered, his face still burning. "I just want to help you, damn it! I'll find a way," he added. Roy's eyes softened slightly at the defeated look in Edward's eyes.

"You know, you don't have to keep your promise. I never had any high expectations anyway," he told him, closing the distance between them and swinging an arm around the smaller one's shoulders. He could see Edward's blush worsen and mentally patted himself on the shoulder. "I know, let's go see a movie today!" Roy said cheerfully. "You promised me you would take me to the theatre sometime. And stop thinking about the curse, I've learned to live with it for six hundred years—I'll live." Edward sighed.

"We'll go to the movies, but I'm not forgetting about the curse. Like I said before—I will find a way to break it."


1: Yeah o.o… My little brother plays that game a lot and it was the first thing that came to my mind xD I don't like it personally, but I figured it would be something Edward would enjoy o.o

2: Just making stuff up here x.x