Fic: Modern Day AU/RP - Alone on the Subway
Title: Alone On The Subway
Beta: None
Genre: mild angst
Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang for a brief moment
Pairing: RoyxEd, technically. For the last ... paragraph or two.
Rating: PG
Spoiler: None
Timeline: None, it's a Modern Day RP-based AU situation
Warning: If you've gotten this far, I don't think there's much else to warn you about.
This piece is sort of related to Our Song
Things were much quieter when he enlisted again. For all the fame there weren't many people who even recognized him as the Fullmetal Alchemist. Not that anyone had expected him to be the famous 'hero of the people' even when the title had made heads turn. In all actuality, after disappearing for two years, a majority of the population still assumed him to be dead.
No one thought anything of the quiet boy in the labs, until he was revealed by someone that recognized him - or when something got blown up. No one at the labs thought anything of the blond's personal life either, until the president himself stopped by, requesting a date for lunch.
And so it went. No one really thought anything of the boy, curled up in the train's farthest corner - knees to chest and looking like the most miserable person in the country. He sat as far away from anyone else as he could, watching sullenly as passengers boarded the car - casting withering glances at anyone who was enjoying the company of their siblings.
It became a regular occurance, this boy boarding the subway alone. He sometimes rode to the end of the track and back again - and that's when the rumor started. Just as no one at the lab knew who he was without explanation - the passengers came to know him only as the sad boy, on the subway.
His clothes varied little and he rarely seemed to have a destination, and so the questions began. A number of people dismissed him as homeless, while even more countered that homeless people didn't ride the subway all day blasting some variation of ipod to drown out the world. Maybe he was just depressed.
Through rumors, questions and whispering - Edward became famous again. Famous as the boy on the subway - with more fabricated back stories than he had years to experience them.
One story in particular became everyone's favorite. Maybe he was the Fullmetal Alchemist, and two years ago he lost his brother and snapped. That's why he rides around with no destination, and doesn't need a job to support himself. That explained the dirty looks he cast at any siblings around - that explained how he didn't need a job, if he'd saved military funds. It was what myths and legends were made of.
In fact the story became so believable and was repeated so often, that had anyone told them it was mostly true, no one would have believed a word of it. Even the people that did one day witness the Fuhrer meet him at the station.
The teen grinned as Mustang wrapped an arm around his waist. "Did you have a good day, love?" Just like that, the blond transformed. Chatting about how busy he was all day and waving the one bag he did have as proof of his adventures.
There was no trace of the miserable boy who rode the subway in silence as he smiled at the older man. "You know, one day you're going to have to tell me how you don't run out of places to go, with how often you go into town." Roy teased with a smirk. "Do you want to get something to eat before we go home, Ed?"
"Sure," The blond answered with an easy smile. "After all that running around - I'm starving."
Beta: None
Genre: mild angst
Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang for a brief moment
Pairing: RoyxEd, technically. For the last ... paragraph or two.
Rating: PG
Spoiler: None
Timeline: None, it's a Modern Day RP-based AU situation
Warning: If you've gotten this far, I don't think there's much else to warn you about.
This piece is sort of related to Our Song
Things were much quieter when he enlisted again. For all the fame there weren't many people who even recognized him as the Fullmetal Alchemist. Not that anyone had expected him to be the famous 'hero of the people' even when the title had made heads turn. In all actuality, after disappearing for two years, a majority of the population still assumed him to be dead.
No one thought anything of the quiet boy in the labs, until he was revealed by someone that recognized him - or when something got blown up. No one at the labs thought anything of the blond's personal life either, until the president himself stopped by, requesting a date for lunch.
And so it went. No one really thought anything of the boy, curled up in the train's farthest corner - knees to chest and looking like the most miserable person in the country. He sat as far away from anyone else as he could, watching sullenly as passengers boarded the car - casting withering glances at anyone who was enjoying the company of their siblings.
It became a regular occurance, this boy boarding the subway alone. He sometimes rode to the end of the track and back again - and that's when the rumor started. Just as no one at the lab knew who he was without explanation - the passengers came to know him only as the sad boy, on the subway.
His clothes varied little and he rarely seemed to have a destination, and so the questions began. A number of people dismissed him as homeless, while even more countered that homeless people didn't ride the subway all day blasting some variation of ipod to drown out the world. Maybe he was just depressed.
Through rumors, questions and whispering - Edward became famous again. Famous as the boy on the subway - with more fabricated back stories than he had years to experience them.
One story in particular became everyone's favorite. Maybe he was the Fullmetal Alchemist, and two years ago he lost his brother and snapped. That's why he rides around with no destination, and doesn't need a job to support himself. That explained the dirty looks he cast at any siblings around - that explained how he didn't need a job, if he'd saved military funds. It was what myths and legends were made of.
In fact the story became so believable and was repeated so often, that had anyone told them it was mostly true, no one would have believed a word of it. Even the people that did one day witness the Fuhrer meet him at the station.
The teen grinned as Mustang wrapped an arm around his waist. "Did you have a good day, love?" Just like that, the blond transformed. Chatting about how busy he was all day and waving the one bag he did have as proof of his adventures.
There was no trace of the miserable boy who rode the subway in silence as he smiled at the older man. "You know, one day you're going to have to tell me how you don't run out of places to go, with how often you go into town." Roy teased with a smirk. "Do you want to get something to eat before we go home, Ed?"
"Sure," The blond answered with an easy smile. "After all that running around - I'm starving."