Epik High Persecution mania Pt 3

Persecution mania

This… is what I think about when I read FMA gory-angsty fanfics.

The many guilt within the FMA crew, featuring Roy Mustang, Edward Elric (as a woman), Jean Havoc, and Alphonse Elric.

Since this song is HipHop with rap, there's not much to talk about… I tried to put something in between them… didn't really work much. The italics on their own are the lyrics, the italics in the passage are like double thoughts… you can think of whoever could be talking there. It's just random crap.

I try another songfic… I love this band, and I love their music. Sadly, it's not mine, as well as FMA, but I'm happy enough just being their fan.

As for the ages… Ehhh since Mustang was like 29 when Ed was 15… so… about 7 years later is… Mustang: 37 Ed: 23 Al: 22 … dunno Jean's…. let's say he's 35.

EDIT:: I'm re-writing this, adding more stuff and rearranging things so that they fit better… and I'll be posting them separately in multiple chapters. It's rap, it has LOTS of words. Soooo probably about 5 chapters? 4? Dunno. Meh.

Since I don't have it already written, this would take way more than just 5 days to complete.

Roy Mustang

Roy Mustang, age 37, walked down the street, once again very drunk, with still a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He took another swig of the bottle, too drunk to care about the burning sensation down his throat. He bit back his tears as he reached the door handle.

Riza was on the couch, asleep, probably tired from waiting for him to come home. He reached for her, her blond hair. Riza's hair shined silver-ish by the moonlight, and as Roy felt his fingers through the silky strands, his thoughts drifted to another blonde, a blonde whose hair glowed gold in lights… Edward.

Edward…

I'm walking right now shaking so much; I shouldn't have

Thrown you out you who said didn't have a reason to live without me

I threw you out and went straight to her arms

Leaving the half-empty whisky bottle on the table, Roy attempted to pick Riza up from the black leather sofa to their room. After a few failed tries, Roy gave up picking Riza up, and left his black coat on her slumbering figure.

Staggering, Roy managed to crawl up the stairs to their room, peeling off his clothes one by one as he went. He collapsed onto the bed, sighing deeply.

Touching Riza's hair was a mistake… it reminded him so much of the long golden locks of… Edward… How he missed her. How he regretted the day…

The day he broke up-no, dumped Edward Elric.

She did not take it well.

I shouldn't have turned away you who collapsed from crying

The tears, the pleas. How he ignored everything. Why had he done that?

For Riza.

That's right. Everything he did then was for Riza. He wanted them to be together ever since he met her dead eyes in the Ishval massacre. Everyone around him said that the two looked good together. He had been secretly spending more and more nights with Edward when Riza asked him out one day. He accepted right away, of course. It was what he wanted all along. … and he managed to balance the two women throughout two years, both women having keys to his house and his room, yet never having the opportunity of meeting, due to his careful planning… until he found himself buying an engagement ring for Riza. … and flowers for Edward.

He just then realized that it wouldn't work out. It was an easy choice then, he originally wanted Riza… between a lover… and a lover… it was obvious that he would …should choose the lover, the one who he wanted to be with forever… he had thought Riza was the one. So Edward had to go.

The first month was great, of course… the honeymoon went by so quickly… and so did 10 months. Not once did he hear from Edward. Edward with her golden falling locks… her matching, alluring golden eyes… her soft, soft lips… her sun-kissed arms, face… and the shy, white… her most secret parts… her beautiful body, soaked in blood. She was so beautiful, lying on this very bed, her slowing heart visible for him to see, her eyes tainted red with lust, moaning with pain and pleasure… her womb cut to pieces with the last drops of blood oozing lazily through the damaged arteries and veins, flowing down her curves… down to her feet, where the edge of the butcher knife, shining red, could be seen… the handle, also soaked in blood, held in those shaking hands… his shaking hands.

When Roy Mustang opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the dark ceiling. He moved his head to the right… and saw Riza, tucked in bed with her back facing him. He sighed. Another Nightmare. Roy got up, his bare feet touching the wooden floor with a chill. The clock on the desk was pointing 2:20. Just in time for his early breakfast.

Just being the Fuhrer didn't mean he could skip most of the days. Just as he'd done years ago, he had even more massive a pile of paperwork to do each day, and he'd have to spend many a sleepless nights just to finish the urgent ones. He and Riza both had gotten used to waking and sleeping in ungodly hours, although it didn't do their health any good.

You who made me breakfast everyday You who I just let go anyway

I knew it was wrong-the image where you stepped over the railings raid my dreams

Another nightmare, a cup of water

He slid his body away from the warmth of the bed after planting a soft kiss on Riza's forehead and dragged himself out of the room into the cold house. The routine was dreadfully familiar... there was nothing changed with Riza from what he had with Edward… only less. He'd woken up at the exact same bed in the same position, only more intimate, pressed his lips to her forehead, only more loving, slid himself out of the bed, only more reluctant, got down to the kitchen and found freshly made breakfast, only more made to his taste, ate and went to work.

He moved towards the kitchen and found the light already lit. Perhaps Riza forgot to turn it off last night, thought Roy. It was unlikely, since he made sure he'd turned off every light before he went up, and Riza would not turn on the kitchen light just to come up and sleep. Silently grabbing a pair of spare gloves from the discarded yesterday's coat, he crept towards the kitchen, fingers at the ready.

The soft smell of freshly-made toast and egg and bacon filled Roy's stomach with ice-cold dread. It couldn't be…

He ran into the kitchen, eyes wide, calling the person he wanted for so long, for so much. Edward.

There was no one except for the bacon and egg still steaming, the coffee freshly poured, and the small letter sitting next to the plate of two toasts.

Another breakfast … I suffocate.

Edward.

Would the breathing stop? Would the heart turn cold?

Would she watch me from somewhere? Would she still hate me?

Would the breathing stop? Would the heart turn cold?

Would she watch me from somewhere? Would she still follow me?

When he finished reading the letter, he threw on the black coat, slammed open the door, and ran into the still dark alley in search for the black cathedral in the middle of Central. He ignored the drizzling rain, the cold road underneath his shoe-less feet and the cries of his confused wife, calling him to come back. His mind was already in front of the cathedral, with the love of his life, back at the place where he first confessed–no snagged Edward Elric off her feet and straight to his room.

Finally. He felt tears stinging the corners of his eyes. After almost a whole year, he could see his love again.

His world soon came crashing down.

AN: Eh. Mustang's a bit too much of a womaniser here. I likes it this way. B3 Shame on him to actually believe he's really going to meet Ed just like that.

Anyways. Tell me what you think. I'm going to continue no matter what you say, but I'd still like to hear what you have to say about this fic. Cha! :D

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