I thank you all for the wonderful reviews! I'm very sorry for this late chapter. Exams are coming up soon so I had to study.
The school year is almost over (Thank God) and I'll have much more time to write then.
But, until that time. Enjoy!
"You promise?" Roy chuckled. "What's there to promise? Isn't this proof enough?" Looking back on that moment, Roy wished he stayed. Ed was slightly aroused after their short conversation. It made Roy smile, how a few words and touches could do such a thing to the hot-tempered alchemist. But Ed had gotten furious. He didn't want what Roy was giving him. He harshly pushed the Colonel away, screaming at him. So, having no where else to go, Roy returned to Central Headquarters to finish off the day.
After Havoc had left, Roy had turned off the lights to his office and stood in the dark, thinking. He wondered why Fullmetal was acting so strange. He wondered if he should talk with him again. He left his office, walking down the stairs. As he did, he felt something trickling down the back of his neck. He stopped and touched it, feeling a warm liquid. His blood. He grew dizzy, and soon fell forward, an arrow sticking out of the back of his neck. He tumbled down the stairs, hitting his head on the ground.
"Colonel Mustang!" Voices swarmed around him. He groaned, trying to get himself off the ground. "Colonel! Don't move, we'll get an ambulance!" The voices only confused him more. With all the strength he had left, he rolled onto his back, wishing to view the creature that was brave enough to shoot him with a simple arrow. He saw nothing. Darkness had consumed him before he caught sight of the Homunculi that caused him so much pain. Once the ambulance had arrived, they had feared it was too late. Was the Colonel dead already?
It was growing late and Ed was beginning to get worried. The Colonel should be home by now. Actually, he should have been home a rather long time ago now that he thought about it. Ed had to admit, he was still furious at the Colonel for leaving so suddenly. But there he sat, eagerly watching the door handle, hoping to see it jiggle and hoping to watch the beautiful face of the Colonel walk in with an apology ready. It would never happen. Horrid thoughts ran through the alchemist's head. What if he was held back by the Führer? That was always possible. But, what if someone else had caught him? Someone unexpected, someone brutal, someone cruel. He shook that thought away. No… He whispered. The Colonel will be just fine…
Alas he wasn't. The doctors had gently removed the arrow, finding a poisoned tip. The revolting liquid was already pulsing through his veins, if his heart was even beating. His breath had faded and his skin was pale. Hawkeye stood beside him, her expression a sheer grin. "I told you… I'd finish it…" A female voice replied, hovering over the Colonel's unconscious body. "You'd better hope so Envy."
Ed paced around the room, glancing at the clock at every minute. Roy, He called, his mind screaming at him. Where are you? This pain. He hurt so much inside. Ed would never forgive himself if Roy were injured. He'd always imagine, in his dreams, that if Roy ever died, his breath would be taken away while Ed held onto him, praying for another chance. But then again, they were only dreams, and nothing he should be frightened about. Then why? Why was this agonizing feeling of guilt building up in his heart? It'll weigh him down, soon, to the point where he can't take it anymore. Then he'll collapse, into the threshold of suicide.
A ring from the phone echoed through the lonely house. Ed cracked open his eyes, glancing at the clock. It was late, very late. Noticing the phone, he stumbled up, hoping to hear Roy's voice. He picked up the receiver and held himself back from screaming. "Roy? Where've you been?" An unfamiliar voice responded. "Mr. Elric?" "Oh – I'm sorry. I've just been worried about someone. Can I help you?" "Colonel Mustang would like to see you." "What? Is he okay? Where is he?" "He's in the hospital sir." Ed's eyes widened. "Thank you, I'll be right there." He fumbled to place the phone back. Not caring about his appearance, he bolted out the door, grabbing his jacket before leaving. It was raining, hard. But he didn't care. Ed sprinted toward the hospital, only wishing he had a faster way to get there.
"Colonel?" Roy could hear a distant voice, but he didn't have the strength to open his eyes yet. "Colonel? Are you alright?" He felt a soft hand gently brushing back his hair and instantly knew it was Ed. "This is all my fault isn't it? I shouldn't have chased you out…" He heard muffled sobs. He struggled to open his eyes and weakly smiled at Ed. "It's not you Fullmetal." He sounded weak, hurt, and unsure. "You're alive?" "I think…" Ed had a concerned look plastered on his face. "What do you mean?" The Colonel simply smiled. "It's hard to tell if I'm in Heaven or not, seeing as you're here." He reached up and gently cupped Ed's cheek. In return, Ed ran his gloved hand over the Colonel's bare fingers. "I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning. Alright Ed?" He received no response. "Ed?"
He sat down in the rain outside, awaiting the rise of the sun. He was crying tears of relief, tears of pain. It was hard to tell, the rain had mixed in with his salty tears. And yet, he had almost lost the closet thing to him. He'd do anything for that bastard, as with Al. But, Al was gone and Roy was not. At least not yet. Ed buried his face in his hands and sobbed, his body shaking from the cold contact of the water. He felt so guilty. He felt the soothing rain trying to calm him, trying to wash away his sins. He knew he'd become sick if he stayed out for too long. But he had so many questions on his mind. Why was he in there? What had happened? Why hadn't Hawkeye told the other members of the Colonel's team? Why am I crying?
