Authoress' Note: This is my first RoyEd fanfic. I finished this looks at clock 12:17AM and started on it about thirty minutes or so ago. I'm not really sure. --
This is what happens when you listen to "Snow Rain" (Ueda Kana) too many times and you have a RoyEd obsession and you've been PLANNING on writing a RoyEd fanfic but are not able to write something along the plotline of the first RoyEd fanfic idea that sprang in your mind AND you are STILL not able to piece together the words that you want for a RoyEd fic challenge that you plan on answering.
... ehem.
Anyway, please enjoy even if it's quite short and please keep in mind that I do not have a beta. So any grammatical mistakes and what-not are accidentally committed. Please be kind about those corrections. XD A final note: it's up to YOU to decide which POV this is. It can be either Ed's or Roy's. That's why I only used "he" and the bold effects.
Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist. Nor do I own Roy or Ed. I don't own "Snow Rain" either. I do own the plotline though. :)
Music.
That is what he hears in his dreams. Not the pained screams, the haunting accusations only he hears, the fierce crackle of alchemical energy that reminds him of a thousand different, painful things.
He hears music. A soft, soothing voice singing -- humming, he corrects -- a short string of notes and tunes that floats in the air and gently drifts away with the breeze, leaving a comfortable, comfortable feel in its wake.
Lullaby, his mind says but he absentmindedly pushes the thought away, choosing to concentrate on the warmth and security and wonderful, wonderful love that the music -- the voice -- radiates.
He even hears the music -- voice -- when he is out of bed and awake, in reality.
He hears it in the present -- the painful, painful present -- and he tries to work his tongue around it and train his voice to the music -- his voice, he thinks.
Because to him, his voice is music.
Beautiful music.
And he is sure that to him…
His voice is also music.
And because of that, he isn't anymore sure who uttered the music. They always share it; they share everything. Unconditionally. Endlessly, he hopes.
And they were always whole. They were always one.
And he hopes that they are always whole; that they are -- still -- one.
So he tries to copy the music. He tries very hard to. And to his delight, he succeeds. He is able to utter the music and not just hear it. And he likes it and hums the music from time to time, whenever he likes to. Even if it does not sound right. Even if it sounds completely, utterly, incomplete. Broken.
He does not have a choice.
He still likes it (though not as much) and he still hums the lullaby from time to time, whenever he likes to.
But they were only remains of a lullaby sung long ago, not ever to return here -- not able to return here, he thinks-- and that's just what it will be, ever.
Perhaps, he starts to wonder.
Until next lifetime.
Snow Rain
by shadow-wind auror
October 4, '06
A RoyEd fanfic
