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I apologize, I forgot to say this on the first chapter
I own nothing in this but the idiotic plot of this little fic and the group of drunks and all the other random characters appearing. Nor do I own the song at the end. "To the End" (sounds funny 8D) Is a song by My chemical romance, which I love. The band is great and the song is one of my favourites. And so is the song Ghost of You, not mine!If I would own Fullmetal alchemist, I would be filthy rich and would not write this on a damn old computer that tilts about three times a day. Actually I wouldn't be writing this at all.
Now that that is clear...
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Chapter 2: Something he didn't see coming even with spyglass
Life is unfair, so live with it.
That was what Edward Elric had said for first time six years ago. Now he was sixteen and still had a habit of saying it once in a while when some drunk came crying to him when he was on the serving sift about how their life sucked. He if someone had a right to say it.
Absentmindedly he leaned on the bar-table, rubbing a large glass with a rag that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes, like two pools of melted gold, gazed into sweet emptiness, that any other man had called the surface of a table.
" Hey small fry, pass me one margarita, will ya?" A random unaware customer shouted over the music to him.
That's the point where Edward snapped out of her thoughts
" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING SO FUCKING SMALL THAT YOU WOULDN'T NOTICE HIM EVEN WITH THE SHARPEST MICROSCOPE THAT THERE IS EVEN IF HE WOULD BE JUMPING AND FLAILING A SIGN THOUSANDS OF TIMES BIGGER THAN HIM THAT SAYS 'I'M STANDING HERE' ?" He screamed, shaking from fury , barely keeping himself from throwing the rag along the glass at the other man.
The customer sobbed something about 'not needing the margarita anymore' and backed off, being unable to decide whatever he should run away screaming or laugh
Customers sitting on the bar chairs weren't unaffected by Ed's little tantrum. Few of them just coughed on their fist, trying to hide their amusement. They were the bars constant customers, that had already gotten used to this little blondes temper tantrums whenever anyone commented his height – especially the lack of it-.
" Edo-chan, calm down already. It's not his fault that ye are so much err… height-limited that you can be called-"
" Shut it Seno, or soon you will be using a hospital constantly." The blonde hissed, tossing his long braid over his shoulder tentatively, then bringing his hands close to each other as if he was going to clap them.
Red haired Seno rose his hands up in gesture of surrendering, smiling sheepishly. "Now, now sweety, I was just kidding. And you should spare that angelic voice of yours for tonights show. You are singing today aren't you?"
Blonde calmed down a little, continuing to wipe away invisible dirt from the glass. " Yes I am, after an hour. Actually I should be going already, but oh well, I'll go soon, just a little while…" His voice trailed off, as his bright eyes begun to blur again as he lost himself in the well of his thoughts.
"Ohhh, you want to spend more time with us eh? That is soooo cute!" Meira, a blonde woman that was obviously drunk, slurred. "I don't think it's like that, though I think if it were anyone else, they'd really like to spend more time with ye" Seno smiled to the woman. " I'm sure he is waiting for someone!" he said a little too loudly to Meira, the thought that Ed would hear not quite getting any response in his alcohol numbed head.
"And who would I be waiting for?" Edward said so poisonously, that it was a miracle that everyone in the room didn't die because of it. "Hmm, who could it be? Who could Edo-chan be waiting for? Ideas, anyone?" Seno asked from all the customers sitting on the bar stools.
"A friend?" "his boss?" "some relative?" "sister?" "brother?" At that point Edward stiffened, for a moment, but none of them noted it. "oh, maybe girlfriend?" "or a boyfriend?"
"What are you implying!" Edward half shouted at Soyta, a brunette man that was happily piercing an olive from his drink. "Well, my little song bird, it's a possibility. " "I'm not gay! I know definetly that I'm perfectly straight as this line here-" He drew fastly a line on the chalkboard behind him (accidentally over-lining 'Welcome') "- and I can't understand Why you would think OTHERWISE!"
Everyone stared at him.
"What!" He huffed, blood rushing to his cheeks. The whole gang on the bar stools burst out laughing uncontrollably and nothing that Ed shouted at them made them stop, before their drunken minds had decided it wasn't all that fun anymore.
"What you ask?" Soyta said, smiling. " Look behind you." Edward turned around furiously and fell silent as he noticed the line that he had drawn. If it could be called a line.
He had drawn it firstly, clearly diagonally and it accidentally connected with two other lines that had been some stupid decoration idea to the board by their boss. Now it was a perfect triangle.
"It's not THAT funny you bastards!" He hissed. "It's not, but we are drunk." Seno exclaimed. " Good point." Meira slurred cheerily, lifting her glass from the table to her lips again.
" It's a straight line if you look at it like this…or if your eyes are not quite right" A blonde man named Tim said, tilting his head. " But you know, almost every gay human have a season of denial at some point" He rose his thumb up and grinned to Ed.
" Hey wait just a second you-" " One scotch please shrimp, if you will." Edward turned around, his mind going through all the most painful ways to serve someone a scotch (and believe me, he knew lots of ways), to meet a sight that you didn't see every day.
A handsome, tall man had silently slipped inside and sat casually on the free chair next to Meira. Wind had ruffled his raven hair into a big mess, but that scruffy look made him look like a god fallen from heavens. His features were sharp and his eyes like two pools of liquorice, darker than the night on the other side of the window.
He was wearing a plain white collar shirt, from which he had left few of the top buttons open. His black pants were casual and a jacket was neatly folded in his lap.
" Shrimp? You would think that someone so tiny as you would find such loud voices as speaking louder than normal sized people. " He said, a smirk forming on his lips.
" WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT YOU CAN'T TALK NORMALLY NEXT TO HIM 'CAUSE YOUR BREATH WOULD BLOW HIM TWO HUNDRED MILES AWAY AND YOU'D NEVER FIND HIM AGAIN!" Even Roy Mustang couldn't help but look a bit dazed after hearing Ed's rant for the first time. But unlike the latest customer, he had no intention to run away, actually he was rather enjoying the foul temper of the blond bar tender.
" Calm down, calm down. If you would now do a small favor for me and pass me that scotch I would be really, really honored." He mock bowed to Edward from his seat, the boy fuming like a tea pan that has been on the hot plate for hours. Just as the boy had opened his mouth to say something that would make any mother near him want to make him eat soap so that it would come out of his ears, a strong hand fell on his shoulder.
" Ed, It's your turn soon. Aneka is already waiting for you." A tall, dark red haired man wearing a black leather jacket said to the blonde that looked ridiculously small next to his boss. "But boss-" "No buts. I see you are very attracted to our customer-" Roy smirked and Ed snorted un-approvingly " but you'll be late if you won't go now. So you better hurry up, I'll tend the customers."
The drunk group 'awwed' in choir when grumpy Ed tossed his braid for the one last time to his back and stormed away, through the blood-red pearl door curtain.
" Now mister Mustang, what was it that you ordered?" The man asked casually from dark haired man. " Scotch, thank you." He smiled.
"What?" " Did I hear 'Mustang'?" "Isn't that a car?" "A horsiee!" " What are doing here Mister?"
Roy smiled to the group slyly. " What do you do in the bars normally?" He asked from them.
" Dance cancan on the table with a pink pumpkin on your hands?" " Sing Ring around a rosie with a mop?" "Get totally wasted cuz your life sucks?" "Grab a drink?" "Shoot spaghetti from your nose?"
"Grab a drink would be the right answer in my case." He smiled to Meira, who had said it. "Aww, but how come you came to this pub and not any else?" "I happened to be near by, so I just dropped in." He shrugged, receiving his drink from the 'boss'. " and of course I could almost feel the power of beauty radiating from this building, from all these lovely ladies here tonight." Meira and all the other women on the table awwed and blushed, while the guys just rolled their eyes and looked sour.
" Hey Warden, when's Edward gonna do his thingiepingie?" Chara, bright red headed woman asked from the bar tender at the time with a deep, sweet voice.
" Oh quite soon. About in five minutes." He responded, tidying the bottles on the stand behind the bar desk.
"Edward was that blond from earlier wasn't he?" " Yup, that foul tempered little creature." Soyta said whirling the glass in his hand, so that the emerald liquid almost splashed over the edges. "Hm, what is he gonna do? Give us a lecture of why we shouldn't treat height-lacking people bad?" " Oh you'll see" Meira said with a smirk on her lips.
Roy sipped his drink, glancing once in a while on the stage on his left side, on the middle of the most furthest wall. There were already people crowding next to it. Mustang cocked an eyebrow. He hadn't seen coming that this little blond who couldn't possibly be of the proper age, would have 'fans'.
He couldn't but wonder what Edward would do. Do stand-up comic? Rant? Sing?
He mentally snorted. It seemed quite unlikely that there would be any voice left in that pipsqueak after his ranting. Roy couldn't picture him doing anything like that at all.
Suddenly the lights went off. First he thought it was a blown fuse or something, but then a spotlight flashed on. In to the spot stepped a asian looking woman. She was wearing a short, black miniskirt and a even shorter red (text on it saying "take that Mary sue!") shirt. Her black hair was on two ponytails and in her glowed hand she was holding a microphone.
" Greetings people! It's midnight, you know what it means, dontcha?" she stated. " You know this little-" "growling from the backstage" " -height-limited blonde with temper as short as-" clear of something that sounded expensive smashing. "Fine, FINE! Without no further introduction I present to you the famous... the undeniably handsome… the dangerous"
"Metal heart!"
Applauding and screaming from the crowd. Roy couldn't but wonder when had all this people sneaked here and what could be so interesting about-
His brains forgot to think the sentence to it's end when he saw the slim figure walking to the spotlight.
Edwards long, shiny hair was down, sprouting from under a tophat slightly curled up from the end. Like spinned gold. He was wearing loose black jacket open, which left his chest bear. His pants were tight and black, hanging dangerously from his hips being kept up by a rivit-belt and he was wearing black converse, with check inside.
He walked casually to the middle of the stage, where Aneka gave him the microphone and walked out of the spotlight. Roy noticed that he was wearing make up, some eyeliner and mascara along with crimson eye shadow. First he was quite startled with this, not being able to picture the rashly acting half-a-man to even consider such a thing. Maybe he didn't decide from it though.
"Mustang, I have no intention of being rude, but I would advice you to close your jaw. Ignoring how stunning our little Edo-chan looks." Meira giggled from his side. Without a word Roy closed his trap, feeling completely embarassed. He wasn't swooning at the kid. This had just been… unexpected.
Suddenly few other spotlights flashed on behind him. On one of them was Aneka, behind a keyboard. On the guitar was a skinny man with red Mohawk and tartan pants. The other guitar player was a pink haired girl with a blackwhite lace-skirt and a corset. Drummer was a bald man wearing a plain striped shirt.
Oh. So he really was going to sing.
Drummer played the first few rhythms and then it started.
"He
calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb,
He's always choking
from the stench and the fume,
The wedding party all collapsed in
the room,
So send my resignation to the bride and the groom"
He sang with a beautiful voice, that Mustang had never believed to be able to come out of this rash young man. His eyes were half open and he was smiling seductively.
"Let's go down!
This
elevator only goes up to ten,
He's not around,
He's always
looking at men.
Down by the pool,
He doesn't have many
friends,
As they are,
Face down and bloated
snap a shot
with the lens!
If you marry me,
Would
you bury me?
Would you carry me,
To the end?
(Say
goodbye)
To the vows you take,
(Say goodbye)
To the life you
make,
(Say goodbye)
To the hearts you break,
And all the
cyanide that you drank.
Mohawk and pink haired girl played their guitars like you could think some big rock band members would and Mustang noticed that Aneka had her own microphone next to her keyboard. She was singing too, but Edward was clearly the leader.
"She keeps a picture of the body
she lends,
Got nasty blisters from the money she spends,
She's
got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz,
She drives at 90
by the Barbies and Kens!"
Edward half walked half danced with the rhythm from the left to right, so that he could pay attention to his listeners on both sides. Roy noticed that he was being photographed by a giddy group of fangirls, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He just smiled to them charmingly when he could.
"If you ever say never too
late,
I'll forget all the diamonds you ate.
Lost in coma and
covered in cake,
Increase the medication,
Share the vows at the
wake!
If you marry me,
Would you bury me?
Would you carry
me,
To the end..."
But he noticed that though Edward was acting confidently and as if everything was okay, his eyes gave it away if you really looked at them.
His eyes were of an unusual color, Mustang had never seen anything quite like them. Like two orbs of sun. Two suns that had some how lost their shine, and made them look hopeless like a sun that had been behind clouds for weeks and weeks.
And they said a persons eyes were a mirror of truth.
(Say
goodbye)
To the vows you take,
(And say goodbye)
To the life
you make,
(And say goodbye)
To the hearts you break,
And all
the cyanide that you drank.
To
the last parade,
When the parties fade,
And the choice you
made,
To the end…"
Edward ended, with his eyes closed. Roy couldn't help but stare at him. Edwards hair was a mess after all that jumping and dancing on the stage, but it actually made him look even better. There was not many persons –beside himself- that he knew could pull off that.
" Havin' a great time me dear people?" Edward asked as the applauding and screaming had faded. A loud 'Yessss' was heard. " That's good to hear." He smirked " I wish that so is my next song too..."
" It's called 'Ghost of you'." He stated, the fangirls screaming and flailing their arms like crazies.
" What's with those people? A moment ago they were hyper, now it's as if they had eaten batteries or something! You's think all that jumping would have drained some energy out of them." Mustang said as the song started to Meira.
"It's rock Mustang. Rock" Mustang cocked an eyebrow and Meira rolled her eyes, still smiling. " You know, you should go out a lil' bit more. This chicks are his fans, as nuts as it sounds, they come here every nite just to 'im! And you know..." She turned her profile to Roy. " That is the first song he ever sang. I guess they know it or somethin', or who knows."
" Kind of interesting choice for a first song, eh?" He sipped his drink. " Oh it's not." "Why not?" " Wow, you are some curious creature aren't cha?" She laughed, leaning on the table. " It's not me place to speak, you'll hafta get it out of himself if you wanna. I don't even know if anythin' I've heard is true. But" She nodded to the stage, where Edward was singing.
"-Ever...
Get
the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At
the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies-'"
" Isn't it just perfect?" Her eyes were watery and she turned away from Mustang to watch Edward sing. "Yes... perfect." Roy said absentmindedly, letting the flowing stream of the ballad fill him. It was beautiful, so beautiful and so...
WHAM
The door bursted open and a tall, bearded man with a bottle in his hand stoop in. Behind him were few other drunken looking men, that looked somehow familiar to Mustang.
The room fell dead silent at the sudden loud sound and cold wind.
" What's with the long faces mates?" He threw the bottle in to the door, it shattering in to thousands of pieces that scattered on the floor. He took a knife from his pant pocket and smiled barbarically as he dug some little chaff out of his cavities with it.
"You having a problem with me?" The man more asked than stated walking further in to the room, his comrades following him like petdogs.
Then it clicked to Mustang.
That man was a criminal that had done the famous serial-murders, that had earned him the name 'Bar-painter'. It had been given to him 'cause all the walls at that bar he had attacked, had in the end been as if painted red with blood. And his victims he had neatly chopped and deep-freezed them.
He had been convicted a death sentence years ago, but apparently even that hadn't stopped him. Roy remembered it 'cause he had known one of Bar-painters aka Rada Whitehouses victims and been on the lawsuit. He had also been on the team that had caught Rada, though not many knew of it.
Roy scowled at the man, his fist clenching in to a tight ball.
Now this was troublesome.
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cliffhanger! 8DDDD
Thank you all my reviewers for making me feel bad for not writing this. It forced me to find time to write and I wish you like the outcome. curtseys Thank you very much dearies. 3 I'm quite busy right now with the school and stuff, so the next chappie will too take some time to be ready. shrug I'll try my best though!
Negai
