Fleeting Moment In Love [Full Metal Alchemist, RoyEd]
Title: Fleeting Moment In Love
Authot: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Type: Oneshot
Summary: A chance to remedy the loneliness that you never thought it existed in your heart. The good grace was upon Edward but who was this familiar dark-haired man? Somehow, the string that was seamed together between them was just as fragile as it can snapped quickly like a blinked from an eye to break away from a dream.
Warning: Un-beta. Whoever wishes to beta this, then please send me your request. I may be pleased.
His blond hair played with the wind, caressing his already cold cheek. The night sky was dark with a comfortable silence in the atmosphere. It was a lovely night, nothing hostile that can be sensed. The flame of the candle flickered in front of him, as if trying to play with the form of his shadow.
Edward sighed as he scratched his head with his right arms - the metal arm, that would made him reminisce those times - the things that he had done which he regretted now. His golden eyes fixed at the words that he wrote on the dull white paper, a report that he needed to send as soon as he arrived at the headquarter the next day.
“Brother, I think you should go to sleep now,” his little brother called. Ed sighed again and turned to look at the cold metal armour which Alphonse’s soul attached to. He smiled softly to him. “I will, after I finish with this report.”
He turned his back to Alphonse. His ears strained at the light shift that the armour made, no, Alphonse moved it. He knew Alphonse would not sleep, nor did he ever eat or drink, or rest. He was just a soul, nonetheless his little brother that he cared so much after his mother’s death. Sometimes, it was weird to see himself doing all the… human things, Edward sleeps, eats, drinks, and rest, but not for his little brother. He quickly shook his head. He should not be thinking like this. He leaned on his chin on his free palm and closed his eyes. He needed to think… brainstorming, brainstorming, brainstorming…
---
Someone played the piano.
Moonlight Sonata.
He remembered that tune. He did not usually hear anyone play it but it seemed strange like at this night for someone to play the song. Beside, he never really realised that there was a piano in this inn.
He let his leg brought him to the source of the tune. His surrounding was blurred, as if he was in a dream, or in a place or a sanctuary that was draped by a transparent misty white partition. The music was getting louder and if this was really reality, the situation was quite creepy and the potential for any homunculus hiding behind the shadows, Edward would even had a second thought to let his leg guided him.
He stopped. Nothing offensive or unpleasant that made him halted at his steps. He was just transfixed. His eyes never left at the silhouette that was siting on the chair with his front facing to the piano keys.
He walked slowly, to that person. He had dark haired, Edward thought. He seemed to be very familiar. When he was at the side of the person, he looked at the callous fingers that were not touching the keys even though the tune of the music was playing. It was as if the piano was playing on itself.
The figure turned his head to look at Edward. Golden met dark abyss. He seemed to be a man in his mid-twenties. His handsome visage glimmered under the starlight. Edward just realised that he was outside and now they were under the dark sky that seemed to bring nothing discomfort.
The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes to Edward, a flicker of recognise sparked within his eyes but died in an instant, as if it was never there.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Edward averted his gaze from the man to the piano. His hand touched the smooth wood. “I’m…” He squinted his eyes, he seemed not to remember who he was. That was strange but even more stranger, he was not shocked or surprised and neither was he panicked with his identity being oblivion from himself. “I don’t know,” he replied, and Edward barely could hear his voice as the wind captured his words. He looked back at the man. Edward had the throb in his head that somehow, he knew this man. He knew this man by heart but…
“Do I know you?” Edward asked him.
The man smirked and laughed.
Edward’s heart thudded within his chest, somehow, hearing that laugh made him felt a little light, like all the burden on his shoulders lifted. The laughed stopped, silence accompanied them. The song seemed to be already stopped somewhere during their strange acquaintance.
“Strange, I wanted to ask you the same thing too.”
Edward looked at the seat. The piano seat can be fitted with two people. He looked at the empty space beside the man. “May I?” He asked.
The man looked at him for a while before he nodded and let his eyes wandered back to the piano. Edward did the same, he had the feeling that he was in his dream right now since everything that happened right now is abnormal, beyond normal… to be thinking in a sane way, what piano can be outside this inn.
“Did you play the music just now?” Edward asked, shattering the ice.
The man nodded. “But I didn’t see you touching the keys,” Edward told him.
“It was my heart that playing it.”
“Your heart?” Edward asked, his head inclined as his eyes locked at the strange and yet so familiar being.
The man’s left hand lifted from his lap and touched at his chest, the place where the heart laid. His hand lingered there. Edward could not help it but felt the loneliness that came from their surrounding, or maybe it was not from their surrounding. It was from the man.
“You’re lonely.” He said, and before he realised his action, his hand touched the man’s, where it still lingered on the chest. Edward was surprised to find how warm the man was.
“So are you.” He said to Edward.
He sighed. “The soul is tired but the heart kept beating. Sometimes, I wondered why,” he mumbled to himself and Edward caught his words. His golden eyes turned to look at his face, tried to decipher of the situation that he was in. This quite familiar man, so familiar that his mind made some of those fleeting memory flickered in front of him which involved this man in them.
He grasped the dark-haired man’s hand which his hand still lingered over the man’s. He had no idea, no clue in any part of his mind at the action that he was about to do, he knew he was leaning to the man, he felt his body inclined forward, his hand pressed to the man’s, the handsome visage became visibly clear and he could not help it but awed with his handsomeness, dark coal eyes like the onyx skylight, strong jaw line, pale tan skin… and the lips…
He felt the hot breath caressed his lips, igniting the thrill within him, at the same time making his heart thud painfully behind his chest, anticipating something to happen. Their lips - just an inch away.
One word came fleeting into Edward’s mind -
Roy…
Before euphoria and bliss took over, shadowing the rationalised of the word into the back of his head, shutting it, sealing it with door and many locks.
The kiss was mind-numbing, it was like the time had stood still, immobile - with no life sign whatsoever in their surrounding. The kiss felt so real. The kiss was tender and frail, delicate and petite, yet pleasing. There was no sign of shy or awkwardness in that kiss.
Roy pulled away first, his eyes was looking at Ed, as if trying to search something within those golden orbs. But in a brief period, Roy leaned forward again and pressed an even deeper kissed.
Fire, that was what Ed thought. Hunger, passionate, yet callouse, as if trying to pour the loneliness that had been dwelling too long in the heart. The pressure between two lips showed how real and genuine of the existent of the kiss that they shared.
Edward felt two arms encircled his back and pulled him closer to the man, wet tongue licked and nimbled his lips, a silent request to enter. Of course without given any second thought, he opened to the entrance of his mouth and let the other’s tongue mingling with his. Tasting the other’s hot cavern was heaven, a place that Edward thought he was never had the privileged to feel.
And just like a worn-out leaf during the autumn season, it will glided in the air, drifted slowly before kissing the brown earth. It left nothing, not even a trace but just a memory to the one who witness, the eyes of the beholder.
Tap - tap -
Edward opened his eyes, golden orbs focused his surround and relief washed over him. He sat up straight and realised that his pen had slipped away from his grasp and rolling down to the end of the table and ended up falling to the ground. He must have been napping for some times, he thought as he remembered that he did closed his eyes for brainstorming.
“Brother, I think you should go to bed and sleep. It is much comfortable there. Maybe you should finish the report in the train tomorrow,” Al said to him from behind. Ed turned to look at him and gave a soft smile, “Yeah…I think so…” but his eyes narrowed and his temple crease with frown and he continued with a loud voice, “But that bastard colonel will take the upper hand! He’ll be smirking and say, ‘Fullmetal, I can’t believe that you cannot finish such a short report even though in such a short time. Or maybe because you’re short of papers or pen.’ Argh! Just thinking of that barstard. If I get the upper hand, I’ll make him kiss my ass!” He clenched his fist and threw to the air like he was in a triumph spirit.
Then, he realised something… he caught a word which he just said out loud.
Kiss.
Just with one word it led to a memory but somehow, it was quite vague.
Moonlight Sonata, a piano, silhouette, heart, lonely, warm, a chaste kiss then led to nothing but a passionate kiss that was shared by two individuals.
He could not much grasped all of them. It was like a fleeting - ephemeral joys in a moment. A fleeting moment… in love.
He could not remember much and he did not know whether he should be glad or saddened by that thought. Maybe he was too tired.
Tired.
The soul is tired but the heart kept beating.
“Brother,” he heard Al called him. “I think you should go to bed now and sleep. The train will leave early tomorrow morning. Just complete the report in the train and I’m sure you will finish it before you meet the Colonel.”
Yeah… the Colonel…
Colonel… Mustang… Colonel…
Roy…
Edward felt his chest heaved with his breathing. His heart beating silently, but slightly fastert than normal. He felt a twiched in it, like pain but why should he be feeling pain, like as if he was in an unrequited love situation?
He quickly shook his head.
“Fine! Good night, Al!” He quickly went to bed as his brother told him. He needed rest. He was just tired and that was why nothing seemed to be making sense, his brain was just making up memories.
The loneliness, which he never realised until now, grew even more.
OWARI - FIN
A/N: The first longest oneshot I’ve done in my life. I’m shocked! It took me three days brainstorming the ending. I did enjoy writing the first few pages but suddenly, I went blank. A sequel? ::thinks:: I have no idea, just to be frank, this may be the first and the last RoyEd fic I wrote - ok, sigh, I think this story is quite angsty sap, don’t you think? Blame on my sister. While I was typing this story, she insisted to hear Broken Wings (piano version) from my media player in the computer (she loved hanging out in my room). Gah! The atmosphere and sad tune from the song influenced me.
Atsu Tenshi.
Authot: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Type: Oneshot
Summary: A chance to remedy the loneliness that you never thought it existed in your heart. The good grace was upon Edward but who was this familiar dark-haired man? Somehow, the string that was seamed together between them was just as fragile as it can snapped quickly like a blinked from an eye to break away from a dream.
Warning: Un-beta. Whoever wishes to beta this, then please send me your request. I may be pleased.
His blond hair played with the wind, caressing his already cold cheek. The night sky was dark with a comfortable silence in the atmosphere. It was a lovely night, nothing hostile that can be sensed. The flame of the candle flickered in front of him, as if trying to play with the form of his shadow.
Edward sighed as he scratched his head with his right arms - the metal arm, that would made him reminisce those times - the things that he had done which he regretted now. His golden eyes fixed at the words that he wrote on the dull white paper, a report that he needed to send as soon as he arrived at the headquarter the next day.
“Brother, I think you should go to sleep now,” his little brother called. Ed sighed again and turned to look at the cold metal armour which Alphonse’s soul attached to. He smiled softly to him. “I will, after I finish with this report.”
He turned his back to Alphonse. His ears strained at the light shift that the armour made, no, Alphonse moved it. He knew Alphonse would not sleep, nor did he ever eat or drink, or rest. He was just a soul, nonetheless his little brother that he cared so much after his mother’s death. Sometimes, it was weird to see himself doing all the… human things, Edward sleeps, eats, drinks, and rest, but not for his little brother. He quickly shook his head. He should not be thinking like this. He leaned on his chin on his free palm and closed his eyes. He needed to think… brainstorming, brainstorming, brainstorming…
---
Someone played the piano.
Moonlight Sonata.
He remembered that tune. He did not usually hear anyone play it but it seemed strange like at this night for someone to play the song. Beside, he never really realised that there was a piano in this inn.
He let his leg brought him to the source of the tune. His surrounding was blurred, as if he was in a dream, or in a place or a sanctuary that was draped by a transparent misty white partition. The music was getting louder and if this was really reality, the situation was quite creepy and the potential for any homunculus hiding behind the shadows, Edward would even had a second thought to let his leg guided him.
He stopped. Nothing offensive or unpleasant that made him halted at his steps. He was just transfixed. His eyes never left at the silhouette that was siting on the chair with his front facing to the piano keys.
He walked slowly, to that person. He had dark haired, Edward thought. He seemed to be very familiar. When he was at the side of the person, he looked at the callous fingers that were not touching the keys even though the tune of the music was playing. It was as if the piano was playing on itself.
The figure turned his head to look at Edward. Golden met dark abyss. He seemed to be a man in his mid-twenties. His handsome visage glimmered under the starlight. Edward just realised that he was outside and now they were under the dark sky that seemed to bring nothing discomfort.
The dark-haired man narrowed his eyes to Edward, a flicker of recognise sparked within his eyes but died in an instant, as if it was never there.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Edward averted his gaze from the man to the piano. His hand touched the smooth wood. “I’m…” He squinted his eyes, he seemed not to remember who he was. That was strange but even more stranger, he was not shocked or surprised and neither was he panicked with his identity being oblivion from himself. “I don’t know,” he replied, and Edward barely could hear his voice as the wind captured his words. He looked back at the man. Edward had the throb in his head that somehow, he knew this man. He knew this man by heart but…
“Do I know you?” Edward asked him.
The man smirked and laughed.
Edward’s heart thudded within his chest, somehow, hearing that laugh made him felt a little light, like all the burden on his shoulders lifted. The laughed stopped, silence accompanied them. The song seemed to be already stopped somewhere during their strange acquaintance.
“Strange, I wanted to ask you the same thing too.”
Edward looked at the seat. The piano seat can be fitted with two people. He looked at the empty space beside the man. “May I?” He asked.
The man looked at him for a while before he nodded and let his eyes wandered back to the piano. Edward did the same, he had the feeling that he was in his dream right now since everything that happened right now is abnormal, beyond normal… to be thinking in a sane way, what piano can be outside this inn.
“Did you play the music just now?” Edward asked, shattering the ice.
The man nodded. “But I didn’t see you touching the keys,” Edward told him.
“It was my heart that playing it.”
“Your heart?” Edward asked, his head inclined as his eyes locked at the strange and yet so familiar being.
The man’s left hand lifted from his lap and touched at his chest, the place where the heart laid. His hand lingered there. Edward could not help it but felt the loneliness that came from their surrounding, or maybe it was not from their surrounding. It was from the man.
“You’re lonely.” He said, and before he realised his action, his hand touched the man’s, where it still lingered on the chest. Edward was surprised to find how warm the man was.
“So are you.” He said to Edward.
He sighed. “The soul is tired but the heart kept beating. Sometimes, I wondered why,” he mumbled to himself and Edward caught his words. His golden eyes turned to look at his face, tried to decipher of the situation that he was in. This quite familiar man, so familiar that his mind made some of those fleeting memory flickered in front of him which involved this man in them.
He grasped the dark-haired man’s hand which his hand still lingered over the man’s. He had no idea, no clue in any part of his mind at the action that he was about to do, he knew he was leaning to the man, he felt his body inclined forward, his hand pressed to the man’s, the handsome visage became visibly clear and he could not help it but awed with his handsomeness, dark coal eyes like the onyx skylight, strong jaw line, pale tan skin… and the lips…
He felt the hot breath caressed his lips, igniting the thrill within him, at the same time making his heart thud painfully behind his chest, anticipating something to happen. Their lips - just an inch away.
One word came fleeting into Edward’s mind -
Roy…
Before euphoria and bliss took over, shadowing the rationalised of the word into the back of his head, shutting it, sealing it with door and many locks.
The kiss was mind-numbing, it was like the time had stood still, immobile - with no life sign whatsoever in their surrounding. The kiss felt so real. The kiss was tender and frail, delicate and petite, yet pleasing. There was no sign of shy or awkwardness in that kiss.
Roy pulled away first, his eyes was looking at Ed, as if trying to search something within those golden orbs. But in a brief period, Roy leaned forward again and pressed an even deeper kissed.
Fire, that was what Ed thought. Hunger, passionate, yet callouse, as if trying to pour the loneliness that had been dwelling too long in the heart. The pressure between two lips showed how real and genuine of the existent of the kiss that they shared.
Edward felt two arms encircled his back and pulled him closer to the man, wet tongue licked and nimbled his lips, a silent request to enter. Of course without given any second thought, he opened to the entrance of his mouth and let the other’s tongue mingling with his. Tasting the other’s hot cavern was heaven, a place that Edward thought he was never had the privileged to feel.
And just like a worn-out leaf during the autumn season, it will glided in the air, drifted slowly before kissing the brown earth. It left nothing, not even a trace but just a memory to the one who witness, the eyes of the beholder.
Tap - tap -
Edward opened his eyes, golden orbs focused his surround and relief washed over him. He sat up straight and realised that his pen had slipped away from his grasp and rolling down to the end of the table and ended up falling to the ground. He must have been napping for some times, he thought as he remembered that he did closed his eyes for brainstorming.
“Brother, I think you should go to bed and sleep. It is much comfortable there. Maybe you should finish the report in the train tomorrow,” Al said to him from behind. Ed turned to look at him and gave a soft smile, “Yeah…I think so…” but his eyes narrowed and his temple crease with frown and he continued with a loud voice, “But that bastard colonel will take the upper hand! He’ll be smirking and say, ‘Fullmetal, I can’t believe that you cannot finish such a short report even though in such a short time. Or maybe because you’re short of papers or pen.’ Argh! Just thinking of that barstard. If I get the upper hand, I’ll make him kiss my ass!” He clenched his fist and threw to the air like he was in a triumph spirit.
Then, he realised something… he caught a word which he just said out loud.
Kiss.
Just with one word it led to a memory but somehow, it was quite vague.
Moonlight Sonata, a piano, silhouette, heart, lonely, warm, a chaste kiss then led to nothing but a passionate kiss that was shared by two individuals.
He could not much grasped all of them. It was like a fleeting - ephemeral joys in a moment. A fleeting moment… in love.
He could not remember much and he did not know whether he should be glad or saddened by that thought. Maybe he was too tired.
Tired.
The soul is tired but the heart kept beating.
“Brother,” he heard Al called him. “I think you should go to bed now and sleep. The train will leave early tomorrow morning. Just complete the report in the train and I’m sure you will finish it before you meet the Colonel.”
Yeah… the Colonel…
Colonel… Mustang… Colonel…
Roy…
Edward felt his chest heaved with his breathing. His heart beating silently, but slightly fastert than normal. He felt a twiched in it, like pain but why should he be feeling pain, like as if he was in an unrequited love situation?
He quickly shook his head.
“Fine! Good night, Al!” He quickly went to bed as his brother told him. He needed rest. He was just tired and that was why nothing seemed to be making sense, his brain was just making up memories.
The loneliness, which he never realised until now, grew even more.
OWARI - FIN
A/N: The first longest oneshot I’ve done in my life. I’m shocked! It took me three days brainstorming the ending. I did enjoy writing the first few pages but suddenly, I went blank. A sequel? ::thinks:: I have no idea, just to be frank, this may be the first and the last RoyEd fic I wrote - ok, sigh, I think this story is quite angsty sap, don’t you think? Blame on my sister. While I was typing this story, she insisted to hear Broken Wings (piano version) from my media player in the computer (she loved hanging out in my room). Gah! The atmosphere and sad tune from the song influenced me.
Atsu Tenshi.