Not really in any of the themes, just wanted to get some feedback...
This fic doesn't fall into any of the catagories that are listed on the main page, but I thought you might it all the same. It's a major work-in-progress, and this isn't even all of chapter one. Just the first part that I've gotten typed. I'm trying hard, really! I'm just at another roadblock, but I think I've got it figured out. The ending here is actually NOT the ending, it's just where I stopped typing it. You see, I write my stuff out by hand, then rewrite it, making changes all the time, and finally when I'm at least somewhat satisfied, I type it, making even more changes to it. This is still chapter one, mind you. It's not even close to being done, but this is all I've got typed so far. Enjoy!
Title: Tortured Soul {Chapter 1}
Rating: PG? PG-13? Not much is happening...
Genre: Angst, Yaoi, AT
Status: Continuing
Pairing: RoyxEd (flashback)
Arc: Confrontations
Summary: I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead.
Title: Tortured Soul {Chapter 1}
Rating: PG? PG-13? Not much is happening...
Genre: Angst, Yaoi, AT
Status: Continuing
Pairing: RoyxEd (flashback)
Arc: Confrontations
Summary: I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead.
A knock came at the office door and before a reply could be made, the door swung open. Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye held an envelope aloft. “Sir! There’s a letter!”
Roy Mustang looked up from the papers he had been reviewing and responded, “Letters come for me every day, Lieutenant Colonel. What is so interesting about this one?”
“It’s from Alphonse, sir.”
At the name ‘Alphonse’ the rest of the staff crowded into the office, eager to hear news of the younger Elric ad his older counterpart.
Hawkeye handed the envelope over to the General, who opened it, unfolded the papers inside and began to read aloud.
To General Roy Mustang of Central Military Headquarters
From Alphonse Elric
Regarding The Fullmetal Alchemist
Dear General Mustang,
Congratulations on your promotion is what I must say first. News travels quickly, though by the time it reaches Rizenbul, it has become old news.
It has been four years since anyone has seen or heard from the Fullmetal Alchemist. It has been four years since the Elric brothers left with their discovery and finally set out to accomplish their goal. It has been four years since my brother rertored my body using the cursed Philosopher's Stone. It has been four years since I killed my brother.
Let me start by saying that I am sure you expected this letter. It would have been from my brother or myself, I am sure that you knew something had gone wrong. I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead. He died four years ago as a result of a transmutation with the Philosopher’s Stone. I regret even more having to tell you that it is through my actions that my brother is dead.
Let me explain. It was about to rain that day...
"Niisan, Let's go!" Alphonse Elric, age 16, ran down the path that led to the remains of their childhood home. The dark clouds hung ominious-like in the sky and threatened to drop their burden on the world below.
"I'm coming, Al," Edward Elric said, rubbing absently at his right shoulder. The rain made him more fidgity than normal. "I'm coming," he said again, more to himself this time. He watched his younger sibling run down the path that led home. 'That's not right. That place isn'thome to us any longer,' he thought. 'We don't have a home to go back to anymore.'
Alphonse was already at the house, clearing out the fire-ruined basement when Edward finally caught up. "Niisan, don't be lazy! Help out!"
"I could just use alchemy to clean it all up," he muttered under his breath. With a grumble, he jumped down into the basement and started to help clear it out.
After an hour's worth of hard work, the rubble was cleared out anf they could see the concrete floor again. They’d had to scrub away the remains of the first array they had painted on the unyielding concrete, the one they had used on That Night. Now, the floor was clean, once again ready for another big project.
"Well," Edward said with a grin, "let's get started." From his pocket, he produced two paintbrushes,and a screwdriver, filched from Winry’s house on their last visit. It was of a regular size and surely she wouldn’t miss it any time soon. From the suitcase Al had been carrying came the line compass and two cans of paint.
Alphonse only nodded. He could feel a metaphorical knot tying it's way into his stomach.
"Stand in the middle, Al. We've got to make this perfect," Ed told his brother. Mentally, he added how this was their only shot, that it was this or nothing.
Al moved and Ed stretched the rope out to its fullest. Taking a bit of charred wood, he transmutated it on the end of the rope to serve as a paintbrush holder. He flipped open one of the cans of paint using the screwdriver and began to paint the outer circle of the Array.
Standing in the middle of the circle, Alphonse realized that this Array was not all that different than the one they had used on That Night. That memory served as a reminder to the brothers as to their goal, for it was engrained into both of their memories.
Edward had stopped moving when the outer circle was complete and was now ruffing through some papers that he had taken from his pocket. They consisted of plans for the very Array that they would be working with today. He sorted them into two piles, and gave one stack to Al. "Here, Al. That's your portion."
Al took the offered pile of papers and walked to the other side of the circle, a bit of hesitation setting in.
"Hey, Al."
"Yes, niisan?"
"Think you're forgetting something." Edward tossed a paintbrush at his brother. "Can't really do the Array without it."
"Yeah." Alphonse nearly missed the small brush, but settled down to start work on his section.
When he was about halfway done, Al looked over at his brother and ventured a question that had been festering in him mind since they'd begun work on the Array. "Niisan, do you think this will really work?"
Ed was at the center of the Array, taking precaution for where the Philosopher's Stone would go, re-painting the glyphs for accuracy. "Of course it will, Al. It's the Philosopher's Stone, how could it not work?" He kept working through his response, however, his reply somewhat off-hand and automated.
"You'll be healed too, won't you?" Alphonse had stopped working and sat very still, watching his brother work.
"Yeah, if everything goes according to plan," Edward said aloud. In a lower voice, he added, "Let's hope so."
It did not do any good that the person whom Al looked up to so much was skeptical about this particular project. With a hollow sigh, he returned to his work, not entirely convinced that something wouldn't go wrong. When he realized he'd been painting the same lind of wording for the past ten minutes, he looked over at Edward, watching him work.
Blonde hair was coming out ot the ever-present braid his brother always wore and golden eyes were focused on the project. He was, in a word, determined.
It wasn't that Edward was just determined, he had a promise to fufill to two of the people who mattered most to him: his brother and his lover.
It was a Saturday morning and both of the men were facing the after-effects of last night’s affair. That is to say, the affair had officially begun.
It was the tightening of arms around his stomach, the snuggling closer of a body that smelled faintly of smoke and wood, and the feeling of warm moisture on his neck that awoke Ed that morning.
No hesitation, no grogginess, his eyes just snapped opened, his body telling him it was time to get up and that he’d had enough sleep. He reached out to turn the alarm clock to face him to check the time, and couldn’t reach.
Roy’s body spooned his from behind and he gave the older man a sharp elbow in the chest. Roy awoke, released Ed and sat up coughing. “Might I inquire,” he said with a yawn and a rub to semi-bruised ribs, “what that was for?”
“I couldn’t get to the clock and you wouldn’t let me go,” Ed responded, reaching over for said clock and checking the time on it. It was only 6 o’clock. He slammed the clock back down on the nightstand and pulled himself off the bed to go make coffee. A few minutes later, Roy followed after the blonde, coffee and discussion on his mind.
In the kitchen, Ed was rummaging through the ice box, looking for something to make for breakfast. Eggs, ahn and cheese were set on the counter next to the stove as he reached for a pan and began to cook.
When Roy wandered into the kitchen, he poured a cup of coffee and set in front of the older man wordlessly. He went back to the stove to finish cooking.
Roy looked down at the cup in fron of him. Something was…wrong with Ed this morning. He’d barely spoken at att. Even the way he was standing at the stove, poking roughly at the food in the pan, hair loose around his shoulders was wrong. He was…stiff and guarded.
Ed cut the gas off on the stove, covered the pan and went into the formal hallway to use the phone. He pulled the reciever off the hook and spun the dial, letting it ring.
After four rings, the recipient answered and said, “G’morning.”
“Morning Al,” Ed replied into the phone.
“Ah, niisan. How are you feeling?”
“Somewhat better. I got some more research done last night.”
“Where are you niisan? I thought you’d come home after going to the doctor’s.”
“I’m at the Colonel’s house. He say me walking and said I could stay voer to get out of the rain. I borrowed his library last night.”
“Oh,” Al said, voice falling just a bit.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. Just going to take a shower, maybe get something to eat.”
“Okay, niisan. Did the doctor give you any medicine?”
“Er, um, nope. No medicine.”
“Niisan, I wish you wouldn’t lie to me. Take your medicine.”
Ed sighed into the reciever. “Okay, okay. I’ll take it.”
“I’ll see you in a few hours then, niiisan.”
“Bye, Al.”
“Bye, niisan.” An audible click was heard and the steady tone that followed singnaled the end of the conversation.
Ed replaced the phone on the hook and sighed, laying his head on the cool metal of his automail which rested on the phone. H estayed that way for a few minutes, unwilling to go back into the kitchen and face the man there.
In the kitchen, Roy had barely moved when ed returned. He was still sitting, watching his coffee cup as if it would grow legs and scuttle away. Some of it was gone, so Ed assumed that Roy’d drank some of it.
He poured himself a cup and took a drink of the hot liquid. Rummaging through different cabinets, he located two plates and pulled off the lid of the pan, putting eggs on each plate. After finding a grater lying in a drawer, he grated the cheese over both.
“Er, Fullmetal, what are you doing?” Roy asked, breaking the silence.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Making breakfast,” Ed retorted, obvious anger in his voice.
“I meant with the cheese,” Roy replied calmly.
“What, you’ve never eaten it like this before? Too bad, I cooked, you eat.” With that, he set Roy’s plate in front of him, found the drawer that held the silverware and pulled out two forks, placing one in front of Roy.
When he looked around for napkins, he was not entirely happy to see them residing innocently in their holder on the top of the icebox. He had to jump to try and reach them, ut only succeeded in pushign the holder back farther. He was muttering curses when Roy came over, smirking, reached over the shorter blonde’s head and plucked a napkin from the holder.
“Bastard,” Ed stated, snatching away Roy’s napkin and heading to the bar to eat.
Roy said nothing, just got another napkin, but stayed at the icebox, back towards Ed. “Listen, Ed, about last night-“
“Don’t start, Colonel. I don’t need your excuses.”
“What I was going to say was that it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like that.”
“How can you call me trusting you and you ruining it not supposed to happen like that? I trusted you, you bastard! I trusted you, and you seduced me. You are a-“
It was sneaky and underhanded, but it achieved its purpose- it shut Ed up. The Colonel yanked Ed by the hair and kissed him roughly. Ed practically melted into the kiss, until he realized exactly what Mustang was doing.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he nearly screamed at Roy. “Did you not just hear me?”:
“Just shut up, Ed. I’ve waited too long for this.”
A shocked look crawled across Ed’s face. “What do you eman you’ve waited too long for this?”
“You’re a smart boy, Ed, you can figure it out.” Roy’s hands were strategically placed on the boy’s shoulders, ready to give him a rough shake if nessecary.
Realization replaced the former look of shokc on Edward’s face as he figured out just what Roy had meant. “You mean-all these years?”
Roy gave a slow nod. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting go, Ed. Not now, not ever. You’re mine.” Just like that, ownership was established.
“But Al-!”
“You’ll keep going and restore Alphonse to his body. You’ll stay with him until he’s ready But, in the end, you’ll come back to me, hear me? I want you to promise me, Ed.” Roy gave the younger man a shake. “Promise me that you’ll keep going and you won’t quit, not until Al’s restored.”
“I-“
“Now, Ed!”
Ed looked past Roy to the floor. Sometimes he wondered how they were going to do it. The apprehension was there. “I promise.”
Mustang released to boy momentarily and then, in a moment of recognition, pulled him into a close embrace that jerked him out of his chair. “Good.”
Ed sighed, droping his shoulders, and quickly pulled back. “I still don’t forgive you for seducing me last night.”
With a smirk, Roy calmly replied, “Shut uo, Ed. At least I can reach the top of the icebox for a napkin without having to steal it from someone else and without having to jump.”
“Who’re you calling short?!”
Roy ‘heh’ed and took his seat at the bar, not wanting his food to get cold. “I guess I’m calling you short, Edward.”
Ed gave the officer a cold glare then sat and began to finish his earlier abandoned food.
After a few minuted, Ed spoke. “Colonel?”
Roy looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. “Mmm?”
“Thanks,” he said, a semi-smile on his lips.
“You’re welcome.” He wasn’t confused in the least.
Well, that said and done, I have one other thing to say before I wrap up this entry. Well more than one, really. So here they are.
1. 21-25 July: I'm on vacation
2. I am now taking requests for fanfiction. (They probably won't turn out all that great, but what the hell, ya know?)
3. 19 July - mid-September: I'm gonna be offline this entire time. Except on those rare occasions where I'm at a friends house.
4. 3 August: My 16th birthday. I'm doing a little countdown, and I have a ticker of my info page.
5. I'm playing a lot more NWN now because I finally got around to installing SoU and HotU. Go Eternal Wars Armageddon. Hi Kai! If you play online, come find me some time. (Username: Aeris of Iniquity. Don't ask.)
6. My fics are going un-beta'd for a while until I can get back to school or drag Winry over to my house. But even when I drag her over, she still doesn't want to help me with them. She needs to write more in her court-martial fic. ::pokes her:: Get to work!
Well, that's about all I can think of. Oh, and I might be going to Comic-Con this Saturday with one of my friends and her sister.
And I have a job interview this Friday for my first job!
And, did I mention that my birthday is coming up?
Well, now that really is all. Later dayz...
~Amerin Milbarra
OOC!Ed Elric ochibialchemist and IC!Scieszka book_geek_love for omg_alchemist
Scieszka for PirateRoy
irridescentsong
Title: Tortured Soul {Chapter 1}
Rating: PG? PG-13? Not much is happening...
Genre: Angst, Yaoi, AT
Status: Continuing
Pairing: RoyxEd (flashback)
Arc: Confrontations
Summary: I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead.
Title: Tortured Soul {Chapter 1}
Rating: PG? PG-13? Not much is happening...
Genre: Angst, Yaoi, AT
Status: Continuing
Pairing: RoyxEd (flashback)
Arc: Confrontations
Summary: I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead.
A knock came at the office door and before a reply could be made, the door swung open. Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye held an envelope aloft. “Sir! There’s a letter!”
Roy Mustang looked up from the papers he had been reviewing and responded, “Letters come for me every day, Lieutenant Colonel. What is so interesting about this one?”
“It’s from Alphonse, sir.”
At the name ‘Alphonse’ the rest of the staff crowded into the office, eager to hear news of the younger Elric ad his older counterpart.
Hawkeye handed the envelope over to the General, who opened it, unfolded the papers inside and began to read aloud.
To General Roy Mustang of Central Military Headquarters
From Alphonse Elric
Regarding The Fullmetal Alchemist
Dear General Mustang,
Congratulations on your promotion is what I must say first. News travels quickly, though by the time it reaches Rizenbul, it has become old news.
It has been four years since anyone has seen or heard from the Fullmetal Alchemist. It has been four years since the Elric brothers left with their discovery and finally set out to accomplish their goal. It has been four years since my brother rertored my body using the cursed Philosopher's Stone. It has been four years since I killed my brother.
Let me start by saying that I am sure you expected this letter. It would have been from my brother or myself, I am sure that you knew something had gone wrong. I regret to inform you that the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric is dead. He died four years ago as a result of a transmutation with the Philosopher’s Stone. I regret even more having to tell you that it is through my actions that my brother is dead.
Let me explain. It was about to rain that day...
"Niisan, Let's go!" Alphonse Elric, age 16, ran down the path that led to the remains of their childhood home. The dark clouds hung ominious-like in the sky and threatened to drop their burden on the world below.
"I'm coming, Al," Edward Elric said, rubbing absently at his right shoulder. The rain made him more fidgity than normal. "I'm coming," he said again, more to himself this time. He watched his younger sibling run down the path that led home. 'That's not right. That place isn'thome to us any longer,' he thought. 'We don't have a home to go back to anymore.'
Alphonse was already at the house, clearing out the fire-ruined basement when Edward finally caught up. "Niisan, don't be lazy! Help out!"
"I could just use alchemy to clean it all up," he muttered under his breath. With a grumble, he jumped down into the basement and started to help clear it out.
After an hour's worth of hard work, the rubble was cleared out anf they could see the concrete floor again. They’d had to scrub away the remains of the first array they had painted on the unyielding concrete, the one they had used on That Night. Now, the floor was clean, once again ready for another big project.
"Well," Edward said with a grin, "let's get started." From his pocket, he produced two paintbrushes,and a screwdriver, filched from Winry’s house on their last visit. It was of a regular size and surely she wouldn’t miss it any time soon. From the suitcase Al had been carrying came the line compass and two cans of paint.
Alphonse only nodded. He could feel a metaphorical knot tying it's way into his stomach.
"Stand in the middle, Al. We've got to make this perfect," Ed told his brother. Mentally, he added how this was their only shot, that it was this or nothing.
Al moved and Ed stretched the rope out to its fullest. Taking a bit of charred wood, he transmutated it on the end of the rope to serve as a paintbrush holder. He flipped open one of the cans of paint using the screwdriver and began to paint the outer circle of the Array.
Standing in the middle of the circle, Alphonse realized that this Array was not all that different than the one they had used on That Night. That memory served as a reminder to the brothers as to their goal, for it was engrained into both of their memories.
Edward had stopped moving when the outer circle was complete and was now ruffing through some papers that he had taken from his pocket. They consisted of plans for the very Array that they would be working with today. He sorted them into two piles, and gave one stack to Al. "Here, Al. That's your portion."
Al took the offered pile of papers and walked to the other side of the circle, a bit of hesitation setting in.
"Hey, Al."
"Yes, niisan?"
"Think you're forgetting something." Edward tossed a paintbrush at his brother. "Can't really do the Array without it."
"Yeah." Alphonse nearly missed the small brush, but settled down to start work on his section.
When he was about halfway done, Al looked over at his brother and ventured a question that had been festering in him mind since they'd begun work on the Array. "Niisan, do you think this will really work?"
Ed was at the center of the Array, taking precaution for where the Philosopher's Stone would go, re-painting the glyphs for accuracy. "Of course it will, Al. It's the Philosopher's Stone, how could it not work?" He kept working through his response, however, his reply somewhat off-hand and automated.
"You'll be healed too, won't you?" Alphonse had stopped working and sat very still, watching his brother work.
"Yeah, if everything goes according to plan," Edward said aloud. In a lower voice, he added, "Let's hope so."
It did not do any good that the person whom Al looked up to so much was skeptical about this particular project. With a hollow sigh, he returned to his work, not entirely convinced that something wouldn't go wrong. When he realized he'd been painting the same lind of wording for the past ten minutes, he looked over at Edward, watching him work.
Blonde hair was coming out ot the ever-present braid his brother always wore and golden eyes were focused on the project. He was, in a word, determined.
It wasn't that Edward was just determined, he had a promise to fufill to two of the people who mattered most to him: his brother and his lover.
It was a Saturday morning and both of the men were facing the after-effects of last night’s affair. That is to say, the affair had officially begun.
It was the tightening of arms around his stomach, the snuggling closer of a body that smelled faintly of smoke and wood, and the feeling of warm moisture on his neck that awoke Ed that morning.
No hesitation, no grogginess, his eyes just snapped opened, his body telling him it was time to get up and that he’d had enough sleep. He reached out to turn the alarm clock to face him to check the time, and couldn’t reach.
Roy’s body spooned his from behind and he gave the older man a sharp elbow in the chest. Roy awoke, released Ed and sat up coughing. “Might I inquire,” he said with a yawn and a rub to semi-bruised ribs, “what that was for?”
“I couldn’t get to the clock and you wouldn’t let me go,” Ed responded, reaching over for said clock and checking the time on it. It was only 6 o’clock. He slammed the clock back down on the nightstand and pulled himself off the bed to go make coffee. A few minutes later, Roy followed after the blonde, coffee and discussion on his mind.
In the kitchen, Ed was rummaging through the ice box, looking for something to make for breakfast. Eggs, ahn and cheese were set on the counter next to the stove as he reached for a pan and began to cook.
When Roy wandered into the kitchen, he poured a cup of coffee and set in front of the older man wordlessly. He went back to the stove to finish cooking.
Roy looked down at the cup in fron of him. Something was…wrong with Ed this morning. He’d barely spoken at att. Even the way he was standing at the stove, poking roughly at the food in the pan, hair loose around his shoulders was wrong. He was…stiff and guarded.
Ed cut the gas off on the stove, covered the pan and went into the formal hallway to use the phone. He pulled the reciever off the hook and spun the dial, letting it ring.
After four rings, the recipient answered and said, “G’morning.”
“Morning Al,” Ed replied into the phone.
“Ah, niisan. How are you feeling?”
“Somewhat better. I got some more research done last night.”
“Where are you niisan? I thought you’d come home after going to the doctor’s.”
“I’m at the Colonel’s house. He say me walking and said I could stay voer to get out of the rain. I borrowed his library last night.”
“Oh,” Al said, voice falling just a bit.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. Just going to take a shower, maybe get something to eat.”
“Okay, niisan. Did the doctor give you any medicine?”
“Er, um, nope. No medicine.”
“Niisan, I wish you wouldn’t lie to me. Take your medicine.”
Ed sighed into the reciever. “Okay, okay. I’ll take it.”
“I’ll see you in a few hours then, niiisan.”
“Bye, Al.”
“Bye, niisan.” An audible click was heard and the steady tone that followed singnaled the end of the conversation.
Ed replaced the phone on the hook and sighed, laying his head on the cool metal of his automail which rested on the phone. H estayed that way for a few minutes, unwilling to go back into the kitchen and face the man there.
In the kitchen, Roy had barely moved when ed returned. He was still sitting, watching his coffee cup as if it would grow legs and scuttle away. Some of it was gone, so Ed assumed that Roy’d drank some of it.
He poured himself a cup and took a drink of the hot liquid. Rummaging through different cabinets, he located two plates and pulled off the lid of the pan, putting eggs on each plate. After finding a grater lying in a drawer, he grated the cheese over both.
“Er, Fullmetal, what are you doing?” Roy asked, breaking the silence.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Making breakfast,” Ed retorted, obvious anger in his voice.
“I meant with the cheese,” Roy replied calmly.
“What, you’ve never eaten it like this before? Too bad, I cooked, you eat.” With that, he set Roy’s plate in front of him, found the drawer that held the silverware and pulled out two forks, placing one in front of Roy.
When he looked around for napkins, he was not entirely happy to see them residing innocently in their holder on the top of the icebox. He had to jump to try and reach them, ut only succeeded in pushign the holder back farther. He was muttering curses when Roy came over, smirking, reached over the shorter blonde’s head and plucked a napkin from the holder.
“Bastard,” Ed stated, snatching away Roy’s napkin and heading to the bar to eat.
Roy said nothing, just got another napkin, but stayed at the icebox, back towards Ed. “Listen, Ed, about last night-“
“Don’t start, Colonel. I don’t need your excuses.”
“What I was going to say was that it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like that.”
“How can you call me trusting you and you ruining it not supposed to happen like that? I trusted you, you bastard! I trusted you, and you seduced me. You are a-“
It was sneaky and underhanded, but it achieved its purpose- it shut Ed up. The Colonel yanked Ed by the hair and kissed him roughly. Ed practically melted into the kiss, until he realized exactly what Mustang was doing.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he nearly screamed at Roy. “Did you not just hear me?”:
“Just shut up, Ed. I’ve waited too long for this.”
A shocked look crawled across Ed’s face. “What do you eman you’ve waited too long for this?”
“You’re a smart boy, Ed, you can figure it out.” Roy’s hands were strategically placed on the boy’s shoulders, ready to give him a rough shake if nessecary.
Realization replaced the former look of shokc on Edward’s face as he figured out just what Roy had meant. “You mean-all these years?”
Roy gave a slow nod. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting go, Ed. Not now, not ever. You’re mine.” Just like that, ownership was established.
“But Al-!”
“You’ll keep going and restore Alphonse to his body. You’ll stay with him until he’s ready But, in the end, you’ll come back to me, hear me? I want you to promise me, Ed.” Roy gave the younger man a shake. “Promise me that you’ll keep going and you won’t quit, not until Al’s restored.”
“I-“
“Now, Ed!”
Ed looked past Roy to the floor. Sometimes he wondered how they were going to do it. The apprehension was there. “I promise.”
Mustang released to boy momentarily and then, in a moment of recognition, pulled him into a close embrace that jerked him out of his chair. “Good.”
Ed sighed, droping his shoulders, and quickly pulled back. “I still don’t forgive you for seducing me last night.”
With a smirk, Roy calmly replied, “Shut uo, Ed. At least I can reach the top of the icebox for a napkin without having to steal it from someone else and without having to jump.”
“Who’re you calling short?!”
Roy ‘heh’ed and took his seat at the bar, not wanting his food to get cold. “I guess I’m calling you short, Edward.”
Ed gave the officer a cold glare then sat and began to finish his earlier abandoned food.
After a few minuted, Ed spoke. “Colonel?”
Roy looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. “Mmm?”
“Thanks,” he said, a semi-smile on his lips.
“You’re welcome.” He wasn’t confused in the least.
Well, that said and done, I have one other thing to say before I wrap up this entry. Well more than one, really. So here they are.
1. 21-25 July: I'm on vacation
2. I am now taking requests for fanfiction. (They probably won't turn out all that great, but what the hell, ya know?)
3. 19 July - mid-September: I'm gonna be offline this entire time. Except on those rare occasions where I'm at a friends house.
4. 3 August: My 16th birthday. I'm doing a little countdown, and I have a ticker of my info page.
5. I'm playing a lot more NWN now because I finally got around to installing SoU and HotU. Go Eternal Wars Armageddon. Hi Kai! If you play online, come find me some time. (Username: Aeris of Iniquity. Don't ask.)
6. My fics are going un-beta'd for a while until I can get back to school or drag Winry over to my house. But even when I drag her over, she still doesn't want to help me with them. She needs to write more in her court-martial fic. ::pokes her:: Get to work!
Well, that's about all I can think of. Oh, and I might be going to Comic-Con this Saturday with one of my friends and her sister.
And I have a job interview this Friday for my first job!
And, did I mention that my birthday is coming up?
Well, now that really is all. Later dayz...
~Amerin Milbarra
OOC!Ed Elric ochibialchemist and IC!Scieszka book_geek_love for omg_alchemist
Scieszka for PirateRoy
irridescentsong