The world looked different from up here. Street-lamps where mere blotches of radiating light, and buildings looked like tiny pieces to a game. As a whole, the entire city looked like a game board, the ant-sized people pieces moving about were the players. Or perhaps they were the one's being played. It depends on how you look at it, how you think the city streets looked ten stories below your feet. In the end, you realize it's still a street: Cold, hard and an escape.

At least it was his escape. An escape from the world he no longer wanted to a player of…or a person who was being played. This was he only choice to get away from this hell on earth. Some would laugh at that thought, that the world could really become that bad. Then again, they didn't know the torment the raven-haired man standing above them really had went through, now did they?

The man sighed as he kicked a piece of stone that had somehow managed to detach itself from the building and watched it fall. He waited patiently for the small sound it would make when it made contact with the pavement. After a moment, he did indeed hear it strike something--probably a window pane--then, nothing. Lowering himself down, he sat on the ledge, his feet hanging off the side of the roof.

Zephyrs danced mockingly around him. Some softly crying for the deed he thought he had to do, others kicking up dust and sand that blew into his eyes. The stars, though few in number that cloudy early morning--the sun had not yet rose completely, still just a sliver of bleeding red off in the east--were even laughing at him now, too. It seemed that he was a funny sight to see, all distort with red eyes and a broken heart.

It was so quite and though it might sound cliché, it was too quite. He sighed as he kicked the hospital wall with his foot. The quite was something he didn't enjoy, at all. It was like someone had cut off his ears leaving him straining to understand their motionless faces. He was truly afraid of the silence, frightened that if he was deafened by his own selfish wants and needs the ones around him would be affected. Edward had known this too, before he had forgotten everything that is. Roy had told him one night long ago…before he was locked in the blind silence that had ruined his life.

"Fullmetal…I-"

The blonde shook his head, narrowing his eyes in disdain towards the older man. Roy sighed as his young lover turned onto his side, his back towards him. He didn't say anything in reply, being completely quite and unmoving.

That was one of the first times Roy had feared this torture. He knew he had done something completely wrong and had hurt Edward in some shape or form, and that he could do nothing to change that because it was liable to happen again. He was liable to fuck everything up.

But Edward was a complex person. He was kind and loving, determined and witty, sometimes even cruel if it was needed to get what he was searching for. He was strong and understanding…basically a bundle of emotions tied together by a thin string of sanity. That night the silence seemed to amplify his memories. The ones he held so dear to his heart played before his dark eyes. And once again, he was given the chance to be happy with the one he loved so much. Even if it was just images and sounds playing before his eyes and in his head. Happiness was something that could come in many shapes and in different ways, his was just found this way. By reliving the some of the past that he wished now were present.

Deaf. He had gone deaf, he was sure of it. Edward stirred in his restless slumber and he hadn't heard him. Even the soothing breathing of his bedmate was gone unnoticed by his once trained ears.

Many long nights he had stayed up just to hear Ed's breathing, to make sure that it was even and not quivering with the fear of hellish nightmares that seemed to plague the blonde teen more this month. He still dreamt of the…thing he and Al created that one day long, long ago. Still it caused him pain thanks to those nightmares that replayed his mistake over and over. But now he couldn't hear his breathing, couldn't hear his heart beating through his chest were his head lay.

'Oh god…what if I'm not hearing him…because he's…'

He couldn't bring himself to think of it. NO, damnit, NO! Edward wasn't dead…he couldn't be. He wouldn't be! He…he was just deeply sleeping--having a good dream for once. That would explain why he couldn't hear his breathes or why he wasn't moving much.

'But what about his heart beat? What about that!'

At this point Roy had sat up and placed a hand on Ed's shoulder. Cold…it was ice cold. Panic shot through his veins like small blades, each sending unbearable pain to his own heart. Edward…was…dead.

Roy gave his lover a violent shake, hoping--praying--that he would open his lusted golden eyes and grumble curses to him for waking him for his good dream. But, he didn't open his eyes, nor did he get any warmer or even stir. Any signs that he was waking up at all--if even just a bit--didn't show up. Roy began to panic even more has he shook more violently.

That's when Ed's eyes had shot open. Like the rest of his body, they were cold, crystallized with death. He looked over at the raven-haired man and smiled. Smiled…he didn't smile…he smirked.

"What is it Mustang? Can't you let me stay dead without bothering me ever two minutes with your damn fears?" There was no voice, only invisible sentences pouring from his lips. Roy couldn't hear them, or even make out what he was trying to say, but…it was more like he knew this was what Ed would say to him. What he would want to say.

"Come on, Colonel Mustang…what's the matter? Don't like looking into the face of the man you killed with your own selfish wants? Stupid bastard, you should've learned. Your wants will get you no where but hell."

No…what he was…saying was a lie. A LIE! Why would he kill Edward? Why would he kill the only person he loved! Just what did he mean by all this? What had he done to make him act this way!

But he couldn't think of this matter for long before Edward gripped his shoulders and drew him close.

"Aww…what's the Colonel thinking about now? How he's going to kill me again? Well, lemme tell you, once the living is dead, there isn't anything else you can do about it. The dead will never live again, and you can never take the life of a dead man. Life is a one-way ticket to death. Last stop: hell. You'll be there soon, too. Don't worry. You can finally see the pain and suffering you made me go through, and even experience it yourself. Won't that be fun?"

At this point Ed's eyes had rolled into the back of his head, showing only white. Blood tricked from the corner of his mouth and rivulets of it were dripping down his chin. Echoed taunts erupted from those half parted lips, those eerily silent ones that had such much more meaning than spoken ones.

"No!" He yelled at him, fear boiling in his veins. "You're not dead…you're right here! You're right in front of me!"

Something shook him and he jolted with a start, nearly colliding with the form that loomed shadowed above him. He couldn't see a face, nor could he even tell that it had a face. Fear still shot ice through his body, but it was with this shadow that he realized he had been dreaming.

Thoughts were put to ease when the dark figure switched on a light, it's warm glow cascading over the blonde above him. He could tell now that his face was twisted with worry, and a frown of disapproval had been stamped on his lips. He had awoken him from his nightmare.

"Mus--Roy? What's the matter? You were screaming my name in your sleep…"

"I-I………"

The young blonde placed a hand on the side of his face, trying to comfort him. "Roy…it's okay, I'm here. I'm here."

That's when he spilt. The dream, his fear, everything. He told him everything in hopes he'd understand. A long time Edward was silent, which frightened Roy to no end. Fearing he had upset him, Roy apologized to him repeatedly.

"…You really don't like the silence…but," he paused entwining his free hand with one of Roy's, "you don't have to worry…I'm here for you. And I'll make sure it's never completely quite, okay?"

Roy nodded and a quaky breath escaped his throat. Ed kissed him softly, and drew him into a warm embrace, humming softly as he did so. Soon, Roy's eyes fluttered shut but Ed's tuneless song didn't fade until he was asleep.

Roy looked down at the street again, it was so close and so far at the same time. Sure, he could jump and end it right there, but what if Ed regained his memories later on? He would just cause him more pain…something he didn't want to do.

Yet, as long as Ed couldn't remember him or anything for that matter, what did he have to live for? Ed was his life, his everything…and now he was gone because of him.

The zephyrs blew once more, mourning for him with soft wails. They couldn't do anything but that for him. The stars seemed to have heard the cries but they, too, could do nothing but weep. Soon they blinked out and they couldn't do any more for the bleeding sun had arose. And soon everyone would wake. He had little time to think about what he believed he had to do before his chance was gone like the wind and sky.

(Okay…Chappie seven is dooooooone! Yeah…tis kinda sad…and sucky…forgiveness. I hope you enjoy this chapter…cause it was mostly written at four o'clock in the morning…so..I hope it doesn't sound to bad…..Please review if you feel it reviewable. /smiles/ That's all, for now. Happy Thanksgiving' a two days late!

Ele.)