After the Fall: Chapter 3 (Roy x Ed)
Title: After the Fall, Chapter 3
Author: SeaweedOtter
Beta: none
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- PG this chapter for a couple of bad words.
Warnings: The story changes the continuity just a little bit from when it takes place at the end of episode 25 in the TV series. It takes place after Hughes' death but before Ed, Al, and Winry take the train to Rush Valley.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to thier creators, not me.
Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!
The driver had long since left the funeral. He was only paid to stay there so long. He had a wife and kis to get back to, and while he felt bad for the people in the graveyard, he had his own life to live.
After a brief silence, where both of the men just stood, stiff and unblinking, looking uncomforatably at Hughe's grave, they realized that they had been abandoned there, and they had to find their own way back to
town. They were both already miserably soaked through to the bone, so having to walk a short way in the rain didn't really bother them too much. As they closed the distance between the graveyard and the city, very little was said between the two. Yet they walked close to each other, without either of them even noticing how their bodies just seemed to pull close to each other, like opposite poles on a magnet. Here they were, their feet sinking into the mud with each step, the wind howling in their ears, making it
hard to hear one another. Here they were, walking, huddling for warmth, comiserating with the rain pouring down their faces, in their eyes and ears and mouths, further discouraging any talking.
Ed, never one for staying quiet too long, finally had to break the awkward silence. "Ya know, Colonel, I know how it feels, to lose someone who you care for."
Instantly, a rush of shock went thru Roy's body. His thin black eyes went wide, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his body frozen, but not by the cold. 'Does this kid know how I felt about him? IMPOSSIBLE!' he
immediatly thought. He shot a rather confused look at Ed, who was looking equally as confused right back at him.
"Er... I just mean.. that we all know you looked at him like a brother. And, well, I know how it feels to lose a brother." Ed tried to take the extreme awkwardness out of the situation, but it didn't really seem to
help much.
"There we go, a taxi." Ed exclaimed, pointing through the pouring rain to a barely visible car sitting, idling in the rain. He had never been more glad than at that moment to have some way of changing the
conversation. Still though, he wondered, what in the world made the colonel react like he did to what he said? Was there something else, something going on that nobody knew about?
As they climbed into the back of the taxi, before Ed could even say anything else, the Flame Alchemist gave the driver the address of his personal home in town.
Ed was familiar with it, he had been there in the past for State parties and such, but he had never stayed long. It wasn't really that wasn't much of a party man. In fact, he felt stifled quite a bit with his brother
always being around, and he never got to party mas much or for as long, as he would like. It was always nice to sneak a bit of alcohol, despite his age. But that of course meant that he would either spend the night on
Roy's couch, which he had done many a time, or make a slow, drunken stumble the short distance to the military dorms.
No, it wasnt that at all. It was just that, occasionally, large groups of people made him nervous. There was many a time when he could feel their eyes boring into the back of his skull, burning holes thru his flesh and
bone, straight into his skull. They were staring, staring at the metal joints where flesh and bone once sat, listening to the inhumane creak of automail when he walked.
It was a short drive in the rain. The raindrops hit hard on the canvas roof of the car, making an odd 'plinking' noise. It soothed Roy, the nice, smooth repetitiveness of it. But it just made Ed go nuts, for the exact same reason. Ed was more than happy when they finally pulled up to the Flame Alchemist's house.
For a colonel, it was a pretty nice abode, one level - but long and tall, brick with a red roof and many windows facing the front. The plants out front were well groomed, making Ed guess that he was using some of his funds for a gardener. He couldn't imagine that the king of procastination Flame Alchemist would actually spend time planting and keeping up a garden. Just thinking about seeing Roy in a little smock and gardener's
gloves, dirty with mud and soil made Ed chuckle a little.
Roy cocked his head, like a puppy who was trying to understand what command his master had given him. "What are you laughing about?" asked the much taller man, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance.
"Oh, nothin'", Ed replied, with the same smartass smirk that he had been wearing a few short moments before.
"I'm just thinkin' that you are not really a gardening type of guy, but this is a nice yard. I guess you must have some help, eh?"
Roy wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at the young alchemist, or punch the kid in the face. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, and for only the second time since before Hughes died, a little smile crossed his face.
"Hmmm." Roy said, pausing for a moment. "Well, it just so happens that I like gardening, and this is all my doing." He swept his hand in an arc in front of both of them, pointing towards the well manacured lawn. The small smile on Roy's face was replaced by a more smug, self satisfying smirk. He seemed rather... proud of himself.
That fairly effectivly quieted Ed down, and Roy led him to the front door of his house, feeling very much the alpha male once again.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Beta: none
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- PG this chapter for a couple of bad words.
Warnings: The story changes the continuity just a little bit from when it takes place at the end of episode 25 in the TV series. It takes place after Hughes' death but before Ed, Al, and Winry take the train to Rush Valley.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to thier creators, not me.
Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!
The driver had long since left the funeral. He was only paid to stay there so long. He had a wife and kis to get back to, and while he felt bad for the people in the graveyard, he had his own life to live.
After a brief silence, where both of the men just stood, stiff and unblinking, looking uncomforatably at Hughe's grave, they realized that they had been abandoned there, and they had to find their own way back to
town. They were both already miserably soaked through to the bone, so having to walk a short way in the rain didn't really bother them too much. As they closed the distance between the graveyard and the city, very little was said between the two. Yet they walked close to each other, without either of them even noticing how their bodies just seemed to pull close to each other, like opposite poles on a magnet. Here they were, their feet sinking into the mud with each step, the wind howling in their ears, making it
hard to hear one another. Here they were, walking, huddling for warmth, comiserating with the rain pouring down their faces, in their eyes and ears and mouths, further discouraging any talking.
Ed, never one for staying quiet too long, finally had to break the awkward silence. "Ya know, Colonel, I know how it feels, to lose someone who you care for."
Instantly, a rush of shock went thru Roy's body. His thin black eyes went wide, and he stopped dead in his tracks, his body frozen, but not by the cold. 'Does this kid know how I felt about him? IMPOSSIBLE!' he
immediatly thought. He shot a rather confused look at Ed, who was looking equally as confused right back at him.
"Er... I just mean.. that we all know you looked at him like a brother. And, well, I know how it feels to lose a brother." Ed tried to take the extreme awkwardness out of the situation, but it didn't really seem to
help much.
"There we go, a taxi." Ed exclaimed, pointing through the pouring rain to a barely visible car sitting, idling in the rain. He had never been more glad than at that moment to have some way of changing the
conversation. Still though, he wondered, what in the world made the colonel react like he did to what he said? Was there something else, something going on that nobody knew about?
As they climbed into the back of the taxi, before Ed could even say anything else, the Flame Alchemist gave the driver the address of his personal home in town.
Ed was familiar with it, he had been there in the past for State parties and such, but he had never stayed long. It wasn't really that wasn't much of a party man. In fact, he felt stifled quite a bit with his brother
always being around, and he never got to party mas much or for as long, as he would like. It was always nice to sneak a bit of alcohol, despite his age. But that of course meant that he would either spend the night on
Roy's couch, which he had done many a time, or make a slow, drunken stumble the short distance to the military dorms.
No, it wasnt that at all. It was just that, occasionally, large groups of people made him nervous. There was many a time when he could feel their eyes boring into the back of his skull, burning holes thru his flesh and
bone, straight into his skull. They were staring, staring at the metal joints where flesh and bone once sat, listening to the inhumane creak of automail when he walked.
It was a short drive in the rain. The raindrops hit hard on the canvas roof of the car, making an odd 'plinking' noise. It soothed Roy, the nice, smooth repetitiveness of it. But it just made Ed go nuts, for the exact same reason. Ed was more than happy when they finally pulled up to the Flame Alchemist's house.
For a colonel, it was a pretty nice abode, one level - but long and tall, brick with a red roof and many windows facing the front. The plants out front were well groomed, making Ed guess that he was using some of his funds for a gardener. He couldn't imagine that the king of procastination Flame Alchemist would actually spend time planting and keeping up a garden. Just thinking about seeing Roy in a little smock and gardener's
gloves, dirty with mud and soil made Ed chuckle a little.
Roy cocked his head, like a puppy who was trying to understand what command his master had given him. "What are you laughing about?" asked the much taller man, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance.
"Oh, nothin'", Ed replied, with the same smartass smirk that he had been wearing a few short moments before.
"I'm just thinkin' that you are not really a gardening type of guy, but this is a nice yard. I guess you must have some help, eh?"
Roy wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at the young alchemist, or punch the kid in the face. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, and for only the second time since before Hughes died, a little smile crossed his face.
"Hmmm." Roy said, pausing for a moment. "Well, it just so happens that I like gardening, and this is all my doing." He swept his hand in an arc in front of both of them, pointing towards the well manacured lawn. The small smile on Roy's face was replaced by a more smug, self satisfying smirk. He seemed rather... proud of himself.
That fairly effectivly quieted Ed down, and Roy led him to the front door of his house, feeling very much the alpha male once again.