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Chapter 2

Edward was in his room, sitting on the floor, thinking. His room was bright and pure, so different from Roy's. Ed couldn't stand the darkness and was amazed how obsessed Roy was because of it. Ed's room had a picture on its wall. It was taken when Al had returned to his formal body. They had been celebrating, even though Ed's leg and arm still was the same - the automails. Al had been laughing the whole day, running madly around the place. Al had touched and hugged him many times, to make certain that he felt something, everything. Al was so different from Roy. Roy could never be gentle. Ed didn't understand what Roy was thinking when he raped him. Sometimes it felt like Roy cared about him and sometimes – sometimes his despair was insuperable. He wanted to understand, he wanted to find the light from the Colonel's soul. If there was any…

Roy cleaned himself and walked to his desk. It was made from a black mahogany and the candle on it reflected its light. He had Ed in his mind. Ed was always in his mind. The little boy, who didn't want to be called short, had a special place in his thoughts. Roy saw how he would torture the boy, but then he thought how he loved him. He wished to see the pain in those golden eyes. Why is that? Why he couldn't live normally and ask him out, but he had to order him to come to his room and spread his legs. Not to spread his leg, Roy did it for him, forced Edward to do so.

Every now and then Roy hated himself for being so malicious. Ed could not ever love him, because he was an idiot. A big idiot and he admitted it too. But still, he could not bring himself to the change. Maybe he loved to be sadistic. But as Ed knew better, he always looked at him like he knew everything. Ed didn't fight against him anymore, but Roy could see accusation in his eyes. Like Ed would say: ' Roy, are you hurt somewhere, 'coz you have to keep on hurting me?' Ed was clever, but there were no wounds in his body. He tried to find them, he looked all over his body, but none existed. So, Ed didn't know everything, Ed could fail too.

Roy sat down to his chair, behind the mahogany desk. His room was coal-black, as he liked it. He knew Ed hated it for being so full of black. Roy looked over the desk to the candle. It almost had burned to the very end. He bent down to his drawers and pulled out one candle. It was white as the other too. He placed it to the candlestick and lighted it on.

Roy blinked his eyes. His room was clear and his black curtains seemed to be deep blue, not black at all. Only two candles and his room were this bright. Ache in his chest eased and he took three candles and put them on the table. He hadn't realized how everything was different in a good light. He watched how light in his room increased. How would Ed look in this light? Suddenly he wanted to know. It hurted his brains: How would Ed look in this light? He had to know.

He rushed from his chair to the door. He wanted to see Ed. He wanted to touch those lips, those smooth lips – and he wanted to SEE him. He walked through the corridors and opened many doors. Distance between him and Ed was horrifying. How much longer he had to wait? He dashed against few workers, but it didn't matter. Only one door mattered.

" Ed," he sighed and touched the door in front of him. He gripped the handle and pressed it down. He saw a warm light coming out from Ed's room. He stepped inside and saw Ed sitting on the floor. Ed looked over his shoulder and found Roy standing on his floor.

" Roy…"

" Ed… Will you go out with me?"

1. OMG. This was so low...