False Timing, chapter one
Title: False Timing
Rating: G
Pairings: It will be Shou Tucker/Roy Mustang
Notes/Warnings: Ah, this chapter. This chapter starts the story proper. Everyone give Roy love, he needs it very badly.
Prologue
Chapter One
The letter that had dropped out of the coat when he’d taken it off the darker alchemist had made him reconsider his possibilities before he’d even settled on a course of action. It was clearly from a man, the words indicating that he was looking for someone, and overall it gave the impression that Roy had been headed to something of a rendezvous.
Considering how he’d come to view the younger man, that was utterly unacceptable.
It was easily fixed however. It seemed that the person he was going to see wasn’t expecting him specifically, so that meant that he had time before anyone realized he wasn’t there. That was long enough to carry through with the idea that had been lurking in the back of his mind for the last month.
The exam was coming up soon, and that meant that he needed to provide something this year. He really hated the idea that he might have been out of options… but it was fixable. All mistakes were fixable.
Now, he was almost certain he’d put the injured fox that Nina had brought home down in the basement.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
When Roy woke, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t have to move from his position to realize that. A dull throb pulsed just under his skin, not quite painful, but not exactly comfortable either. After a few moments, he shifted a little, causing a sneeze when his hair tickled his nose.
That didn’t really make sense though, he didn’t have long hair. He cracked his eyes open, taking a deep breath, and he nearly gagged on the strong smell of chemicals that permeated what could only be the basement, which he was looking at through the bars of a cage.
He couldn’t fathom for a few long moments why he’d be in a cage, but it slowly came back to him as he opened his eyes a little further, confused when he realized there was no apparent light source that was allowing him to see. The entire room was in shades of black, white, and gray, array after array pinned to the walls, and a slightly smudged circle lay not far from where he was.
And icy chill swept through the alchemist as he felt a niggling sense of unease, one that was slightly too feral to be the one he’d always relied on, rushed through his senses. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm the rising flare of panic. He thought he heard something, and his ears twitched a bit as though to swivel in that direction.
That had his eyes flying open again. He didn’t want the things that he was finding about himself to connect into that frightening picture. He didn’t want to even consider the possibility. He was in the Sewing Life Alchemist’s home. That was enough to quash any hopes. The man always had been far too unstable…
Taking another deep breath, he turned his eyes on himself, ignoring the voice in his head that was noting on the fact that he was seeing in the dark. The first thing he saw was fur. Some dark shade with white over his stomach. He moved his hand to touch his stomach, unwilling to move his eyes away from that spot, to see what else had been added, but the action caused him to see.
His hand wasn’t quite the same, white fur covered his fingers and up to his mid forearm. At first, with his fingers curled, it seemed like there was nothing wrong. Shaking slightly, he turned his hand over, and he shuddered a little at the sight of the sharp looking black claws that replaced where his nails had been before, but he nearly cried when he realized that his hand was completely ruined. His fingers were still in perfect shape, aside from the additions, but his thumb… it was higher up on his arm, tipped in a claw like all the others. It wasn’t where it should be, placed just above his wrist, a third the size as it should have been. Jerking his other hand forward, he saw that they were the same.
He was terrified to see what else had been done to him while he’d been unconscious.
Rating: G
Pairings: It will be Shou Tucker/Roy Mustang
Notes/Warnings: Ah, this chapter. This chapter starts the story proper. Everyone give Roy love, he needs it very badly.
Prologue
Chapter One
The letter that had dropped out of the coat when he’d taken it off the darker alchemist had made him reconsider his possibilities before he’d even settled on a course of action. It was clearly from a man, the words indicating that he was looking for someone, and overall it gave the impression that Roy had been headed to something of a rendezvous.
Considering how he’d come to view the younger man, that was utterly unacceptable.
It was easily fixed however. It seemed that the person he was going to see wasn’t expecting him specifically, so that meant that he had time before anyone realized he wasn’t there. That was long enough to carry through with the idea that had been lurking in the back of his mind for the last month.
The exam was coming up soon, and that meant that he needed to provide something this year. He really hated the idea that he might have been out of options… but it was fixable. All mistakes were fixable.
Now, he was almost certain he’d put the injured fox that Nina had brought home down in the basement.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
When Roy woke, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t have to move from his position to realize that. A dull throb pulsed just under his skin, not quite painful, but not exactly comfortable either. After a few moments, he shifted a little, causing a sneeze when his hair tickled his nose.
That didn’t really make sense though, he didn’t have long hair. He cracked his eyes open, taking a deep breath, and he nearly gagged on the strong smell of chemicals that permeated what could only be the basement, which he was looking at through the bars of a cage.
He couldn’t fathom for a few long moments why he’d be in a cage, but it slowly came back to him as he opened his eyes a little further, confused when he realized there was no apparent light source that was allowing him to see. The entire room was in shades of black, white, and gray, array after array pinned to the walls, and a slightly smudged circle lay not far from where he was.
And icy chill swept through the alchemist as he felt a niggling sense of unease, one that was slightly too feral to be the one he’d always relied on, rushed through his senses. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm the rising flare of panic. He thought he heard something, and his ears twitched a bit as though to swivel in that direction.
That had his eyes flying open again. He didn’t want the things that he was finding about himself to connect into that frightening picture. He didn’t want to even consider the possibility. He was in the Sewing Life Alchemist’s home. That was enough to quash any hopes. The man always had been far too unstable…
Taking another deep breath, he turned his eyes on himself, ignoring the voice in his head that was noting on the fact that he was seeing in the dark. The first thing he saw was fur. Some dark shade with white over his stomach. He moved his hand to touch his stomach, unwilling to move his eyes away from that spot, to see what else had been added, but the action caused him to see.
His hand wasn’t quite the same, white fur covered his fingers and up to his mid forearm. At first, with his fingers curled, it seemed like there was nothing wrong. Shaking slightly, he turned his hand over, and he shuddered a little at the sight of the sharp looking black claws that replaced where his nails had been before, but he nearly cried when he realized that his hand was completely ruined. His fingers were still in perfect shape, aside from the additions, but his thumb… it was higher up on his arm, tipped in a claw like all the others. It wasn’t where it should be, placed just above his wrist, a third the size as it should have been. Jerking his other hand forward, he saw that they were the same.
He was terrified to see what else had been done to him while he’d been unconscious.