A/N: -looks around blearily- Wha? Saturday? No, it can't be Saturday...oh darn. Sumimasen...it's been kind of hectic, coming home from school and whatnot, and of coure I got sick as soon as I got home...but I'm here now! With a double post, because I feel bad, and because you are all awesome, and because it is Christmas! So Merry Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanzaa/Yule/Newtonmas/whatever else you might be celebrating!!!
Disclaimer: Tis a time for peace on earth but not, alas, for the relaxing of copyright laws. Not mine.
Ideal
There was a time when Roy dated women indiscriminately – short and tall, curvy and flat, red-headed and brunette, blue-eyed and brown-eyed and green-eyed and gray, he didn't care. He doesn't know when that changed, when he started caring, when he started wanting them all to look the same. But there is a moment of painful clarity, when he looks down at this exquisite golden-haired girl, who looks exactly like the girl the night before, and knows that it has changed.
And, for a moment, he hates her; because for the first time, he has an ideal – and she isn't him.
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