~~FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST~~
Rating: T
Title: Equivalent Exchange Ch.2, "Same old…something new"
Author(s): ObsidianSilversmith
Date Written: 14 January 2011 ((edited 17 January 2011))
Date Published: 15 January 2011 ((reposted 23 January 2011))
Theme and/or Summary: Ed breaks the one law he'd thought he'd never break again.
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s):
Word Count: 325
Dedication: Ch. 1 of Equivalent Exchange
AN:/: Maybe I'll own FMA next time…
Havoc smiled sadly as he wrapped an arm around Ed.
"I know…and Fullmetal?"
"Hnn?"
"Welcome home."
Ed smiled as they rushed through the door. He was home, wasn't he. "Thanks, it's good to see you."
Havoc smiled, giving his soaked coat to a subordinate. He looked at Ed quizzically at the absence of a coat to give. "Where's your coat?" The absence of his trademark red jacket and long-sleeved black shirt bothered him.
The soaked kid-young adult now-in the grey tee and leather pants looked like the Fullmetal, but it felt as if he was looking into a reflection of a reflection. Havoc half expected the physical lines around Ed to blur and waver. They didn't
Out of habit, Ed puffed his chest in pride. "I outgrew it. It's way too small now."
Havoc only laughed as he ruffled Ed's soaked hair. Ed was right. He had grown. Where Fullmetal had only come up mid-chest, Edward stood even with Mustang now, of course he'd look different. His clothing style had changed.
In fact, a lot about him had changed. The golden hair that splayed like living sun in the wind now had grown to the middle of his back. What little baby fat had been left on his face at sixteen gave way to features so angled one could cut something with them.
The thing that had changed the most of all was his presence. As the loud and tempermental youth he had been, Ed demanded all eyes on him without knowing. He'd been hard to ignore.
Now, the way he leaned his shoulders back as he stood quietly with dancing gold for eyes, it was impossible to ignore his presence.
To an outsider, Ed seemed to be peaceful or just taking everything in. To an insider, something was wrong. The high-strung spirit that once blazed the way Mustang's used to, cried with agony and heartache…impossible to ignore, even harder to understand.
The laughter died away in Havoc's throat. 'What happened to you, Ed?'
"Is the food in here still crappy, 'cause I'm starving."
He was the same old Ed, but something was new.