A/N: this idea during Trig class. Amazing, isn't it? Other than that little note, I have everything else of importance either below this or in the other A/N at the end.

WARNING!!! SPOILERS FOR THE END OF THE SERIES!! DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED!!!

Summary: yaoi (of course) Ed/Roy. Flangst. Some violence. If I tell you anymore it would kinda give it away… ENJOY!

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, there would be more yaoi. And the second movie would be out already. Are they even making a second movie? Clearly I can't own this if I don't even know if their making a second movie. Too bad…

Words:

1)taco-bell dog

2) cold

3) ring

4) Security! Security!

5) Shifty

Captain of Pleasure-grounds

Ed stared blankly at the brown bag with the giant picture of the Taco Bell dog plastered across one panel, not even registering the wafts of odor from the chicken quesadilla that resided inside. His mind was, as it had so often been as of late, somewhere else entirely. More specifically, it was back in Amestris with the Captain of his pleasure grounds, the one who could always make him smile - real smiles, not the empty kind he would give Al to try to convince him he was ok. Roy Mustang.

People often asked how he could call his life here hell. He knew because Roy was not there, and never would be. He was still on the other side of the gate, and without Roy, he was nothing. How could he tell them that when the words seemed empty and hollow compared to the feeling itself? How could he possibly use words to describe this vacant feeling? How could they possibly understand? They couldn't. And so he would never say. They always gave up on asking eventually. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he wasn't going to talk about it. Then again it might, as the only people he was even remotely close to actually were rocket scientists. Well, minus his father. He still wasn't sure how he stood with that man. He was torn between forgiveness and his stubborn, lasting hatred for the man who had left his mother in her last few years of life.

Ed was jolted out of his dismal reflections when a crisp shout rang out across the cold winter air outside the small, busy restaurant. On instinct, Ed rushed out, completely forgetting about his lunch (1). Outside he heard the screams more clearly. It sounded like a man.

"Security! Security!" the voice shouted. Ed turned to locate the man and found him only about a block away. Judging by his attire, the natural assumption would be that he was a politician with short black hair and slightly tanned skin, who seemed to be being attacked by another man with blond hair and blue eyes. Ed sighed in exasperation. What was it with these German Supremacy people? Just what was so incredibly wrong with Jews, Gypsies, and just about anyone else? He didn't think he'd ever know. It was the same wherever he went - people mistreating others because they were different. Well he was different too, damn it, and he wasn't going to just stand there and watch as this man got beaten for no reason. Even if he was in hell, that wasn't any excuse to let this happen.

As usual, Ed didn't waste any time getting into the fight. He quickly ran up to the blond man (silently thankful that the man didn't resemble anyone he had known from Ametris) and punched him hard in the mouth with his right hand. The other man briefly tried to fight back, but he was no match for his much more practiced adversary. The man went down in less than five blows

"You ok?" Ed asked before he had even turned around.

"Yeah. Thanks for that. And may I ask who you are so that I may thank you properly?" the dark man replied in a voice that was vaguely familiar. Ed turned to face the man he had just saved, breath catching in his throat. The man looked almost exactly like Mustang. But it couldn't be. After a moment, Ed realized his voice wasn't nearly as deep or assured, and it lacked the omniscient tone that his Roy had always possessed. His eyes weren't nearly as deep or complex, either. Ed slowly let out his breath, not certain if he should be disappointed that the man was so different, or glad because that made it easier to hold back the tears.

"Edward. Edward Elric. And you?"

"My name is Roux Imulmun. But you can just call me Roy. Thanks for helping me out there, Edward. It seems no one in this country can just leave us Jews alone," Roux said glumly, apparently not intending to voice the last.

"I understand. It's not easy for anyone who's different to live around here now. I'm glad I got the chance to meet you," Ed said, momentarily allowing himself to forget this wasn't his Roy, and, just for a moment, letting himself believe he was speaking once more to the Captain of his pleasure grounds.

"I'm glad I could meet you too, Edward."

(1): how could you forget about a chicken quesadilla!! I love those!! Can I have it? Ed: help yourself. Me: YAY! –grabs the quesadilla— me gusto lo mucho! Muchas gracias! Tu eres muy alto!

A/N: HUZZAH! 751 words! And incase anyone was wondering, I actually got the name Roux by looking at all the German names starting with the letter "R" and trying to figure out which sounded most like "Roy" other than Roy, which was also there. Who knew? And the last name I took from Last Exile. Anyone who has seen that knows what I'm talking about. Ummm… I actually got this idea in the middle of Trigonometry class… not quite sure how that worked out. and for anyone who has never had a quesadilla, you need to. That and sopapillas and biscochitos. And toquitos. And if you don't know what any of those are, you are poor, poor deprived children. And for anyone who doesn't know Spanish, or does know Spanish and still can't understand the comment I made earlier, it was supposed to say "I like it a lot! Thank you! You are very tall!" Ok. That's all the A/N on my part. Remember, we live off ratings!! This is a contest after all!