The Rain Parts 2-5
Title- The Rain
Paring- Roy/Ed
Rating- T-M
Summery- He even concidered the young blonde as a pup of his team at one point in time. Now, he didn't really see the blonde as anything special. Just something he can used and to be used by him. Riza frowned disapprovingly at him as he walked into his office with Edward in tow behind him. He didn't really notice at first but the blonde kept his head bowed, even as he sat on the cold ground near the desk for the reminder of the day.
A/N: I have parts 2- 5 one this cut, I have two on here because it was hard to read, I am so sorry about that! I hope nothing goes wrong this time! Ps: this isn't betaed yet so be nice!
Nestled in the wing,
We slowly close our eyes...
When we awake from our drowsiness,
We realize...
...That this was all a dream...
The nightmare is over.
HE spent hours crying on that cold hard kitchen floor, head buried in the bloosm of a women he barely knew. He could hear the comforting words she spoke to him. At the same time, he didn't want to be comforted. He didn't deserve it. He didn't. He bit down on his bottom lip as the women held him. Why? Why was he so weak...? He was now a slave. He had no clam to what that bastard did to him. He was raped by someone he had known for years....but that didn't really matter any more did it? A slave. That's what I am to him. He looked up at the women who had gentle eyes. She pitys me.
The Rain
Part Two- The Tainted Soul
HE was allowed to sleep in a bed for that he was thankful. Thou he hated the man more then he used to, it helped to know that the man cared enough to let him sleep in a bed. For all he knew, the man could have let him die in the shooting line or sleep on the cold floor by his bed. He looked at the mirror in his room, his eyes were puffy and red from crying infront of the girl that was inside of such a cruel house. Maybe the house wasn't cruel, but the one who owned the house. He sat down on the comfortable bed and looked up at the ceiling. No light came through the window indicating the time of day. For the time, he had no clue, nor did he care. He slowly lowered himself to lay on the bed. Then covered himself with the warm blankets and closed his eyes. He reopened them when his closed eyelids were invaded with images of a naked Mustang above him.....thrusting into him.
HE really did hate that man, but ...he couldn't explain it. He really did feel like a slave to the man. How could he be put down to such a low standard? His skin felt like it was crawling, trying to peel itself off the disgusting soul that laid within it. he sighed and turned on to his side, wincing slightly at the pain that he could now feel in his tail bone up. The pain that was starting to settle in wasn't helping him to sleep. He stared at the wall, trying not to enter his thoughts. When he did they told him he deserved what Mustang did to him. That he had it coming to him for a very long time now.
HE tried closing his eyes again and ignoring the graphic scenes that he really didn't want to think about. The worst part of all that has happen to him, is that he enjoyed Mustang raping him. Hell. Could he even call it rape? He drifted into a half sleep as the images invaded his sight. God. Did he hate his life.
ROY glared at the motionless body on the bed in the early hours of the morning. It was just starting to turn light outside as he decided it was time to get ready for work. Of course work ment Riza, and Riza was a threat within itself. That and paperwork was probably one of the many reason why he hated his job. He button up the navy unifrom and buckled the cape that flowed around his legs as he usually wore his uniform. He smirked as he combed his hair thoughtfully. Though it never helped because his hair had a mind of it's own when he didn't have gell or hairhold in his hair. He exited the bathroom after puting on some cologue from a small glass jar bottle. He glanced at his clock to see that it was only 6: 15 A. M. He smiled thoughtfully as he exited his room completely and headed back down to the room that held his new blonde slave.
HE knew that he had to take the brat to work with him. He felt more like a babysitter then a master or slave owner. Hell, he didn't even feel like a father....after all fathers didn't fuck their children into the floor like some dog or wild animal. He grabbed a hold of the blondes delicate ankles and roughly pulled him off the bed. The blonde jumped to his feet, scared and shocked that someone would do that while he was sleeping. "Get dressed, there should be something in the closet that will fit you." He turned, smirking coldly as he left the room and the sleepy blonde behind him.
HE finished his toast as the blonde came slugishly down the stairs. He still had that cold smirk on his face from when he left the blonde alone in his room. He brushed off any invisable crumbs that were on him and got up. "Lt. Havoc will be here any minute. Eat a piece of toast before he gets here." He watched as the blonde nodded and buttered up one of the pieces of toast on the table then ate it quickly before there was a loud horn noise came from the front of the overly large house. He looked at his new slave briefly before saying "Come on, I don't want to be late." He knew Ed was following him by the sounds of mismatched footsteps from behind him. He quickly put on his boots and watched as the short blonde did the same, then went out into the car. He greeted Havoc as he normally did, even though the blue-eyed blonde frowned at him with a cigerette in his mouth.
HE guessed that the cold shoulder from his colgues were going to be expected. After all, most of his team saw Edward as one of their own pups. He even concidered the young blonde as a pup of his team at one point in time. Now, he didn't really see the blonde as anything special. Just something he can used and to be used by him. Riza frowned disapprovingly at him as he walked into his office with Edward in tow behind him. He didn't really notice at first but the blonde kept his head bowed, even as he sat on the cold ground near the desk for the reminder of the day.
RIZA really couldn't believe when the jury convicted Edward "Fullmetal" Elric, Hero of the people, to death. She guess that she really shouldn't have given the General the cold shoulder after he techonacally saved Edward's life...but a personal slave? She really couldn't believe that the man that she secrectly idolized for years made Edward, somone who she saw as a little brother since he joined the military, his slave. She always thought that Roy took Edward in as an adoptive son or in a brotherly way. Now..to end it all as keeping the once lively boy as a slave was like tying up the sun and keeping it your house for yourself. She felt something knot in her heart as she stared down at Edward who sat by Roy's desk like a loyal dog to it's master. She couldn't bare to look into the lost dark amber eyes that dreamed of a place so far away that he'd never be able to touch or smell it.
SHE felt sorry that she couldn't do anything to help the lost blonde. She felt even worse as she glared at the dark haired man infront of him and nearly threw the papers down on the desk. To bad she was always a women of honor and her word or else she would have just walked right out of this office and quit the military. Bastards. That's the best fitting word in her defintion of justice as she left the office and a sad blonde in it's wake.
HAVOC chewed on the end of the butt as he stared at the closed office door. He wondered how the small blonde alchemist was adapting...if he was alright...if Cheif was treating him fairly. Well fairly in his sense of the term. Not a slave's term. It wasn't right. Edward was a hero...not a traitor. It took him every muscle in his body and some traget practicing from Riza to keep him in his chair seated and not go marching into the cold office to punch the General and set Edward free. If he did that, the state would just hunt Edward down and kill him on sight...no more deals. Period. He looked at Fury and Falman. He bet they thought the same thing. He sighed wishing to like the cigerette he was chewing on. He looked strarght at Riza and saw her face covered by her hands. He knew she was secretly crying in her own way....also sorry that she couldn't help the blonde golden eyed boy. No one could. Not from Roy Mustang. Not from the state. Not from the slow death that would eventually find him.
It was like
when we were kids,
Running away from home with only the money in our pockets.
We know how good we have it.
And that happiness doesn't last.
But....
For now,
We're just a happy couple.
Just for this moment in time.
There is no god here.
No one knows us here.
No one censure us here.
So we're guilty....
But we're the worlds happiest sinners....
The Rain
Part Three- Unjust Light
MAYBE it was the sunset that made his eyes burn with unshed tears. Maybe not. Maybe it was the fact that it stopped rainning and his nightmare never seemed to end. Just once did he wish he didn't wallow in selfpity for himself. For once he wished he didn't know what the glem in that bastard's eye promised him when they get home and upstairs where the maid wouldn't hear them. He's been living as a slave to this bastard for the last ten rainy day. Now as any normal season ends....the rainy season was over. He wished for it to rain. He glared at the cloudless sunset as acusing it for his cursed life. Acusing it of having that fucking bastard fucking him into the floor or bedsheets every night that he's been with him. His ass hurt, his whole fucking body hurt. He wished for everything to stop hurting. He found himself dimmingly wishing for a lot of things as he lived with the dark haired man.
MAYBE that was his problem. He was wishing for things he could never have or touch. It wasn't right for him to be wishing now that he was what he is. Did that make any sense? His idle brain would pounder why he just didn't use alchemy...but then he knew the answer to that. It's because he secertly loved the bastard that fucked him into the floor. The same bastard that hated his guts enough to rape him every night. He got out of the fimilar car as it pulled into park on the gravel that made up Roy Mustang's driveway. He stared down at the gravel as he followed his master up to the front porch in all it's glory in the setting sun that wanted nothing to do with him.
THE click of the door unlocking was a clue as to when to start walking. He took off his shoes at the matt and placed them near all the other shoes. He looked up as Roy turned to him, he kept a neutral face to hide the real conflicts from within as the bastard smirked at him. "There's going to be a visitor to night, so I'd like it if you stay up in your room. He blinked for a second...what no rape? no hitting? nothing? Just up to the room? He thought for a second before nodded and heading up to his room, fully aware of the smirking man that watched him climb up the stairs. What he didn't know was that the smirk soon vanished into a small frown.
HE was feed his supper in his room, the nice maid that he had met had come back and picked up the empty tray after a while too. He was laying on his back in the dark, enjoying the quiet of his room. He had heard a bit of the entrance of the bastard's visitor, but he couldn't hear anything else now. He looked at the clock to his side that read 11:59 P.M. He smiled up at the ceiling. The bastard would be a sleep or drinking in the den by now. Knowing that it's a work day tomorrow he'd be most likely sleeping. He closed his eyes, not noticing as the door opened quietly and then shut just as quietly.
HE felt the pressure of the bed leaning on to one side as someone climbed up to the bed. He drew a harsh breath as he tried to sit up fast only to have whoever was in the room jump on top of him and cover his mouth. He could smell the whiskey on the breathe of whoever was on top of him. By the weight of the man he could tell that it sure as hell wasn't Roy. He felt a hand wonder up his shirt and then rip it off. He tried to get a clear look of the ...yes man he was sure it was a man...he could feel the harden bluge of the man's penis near his thigh. He whimpered as the man gave his nipple a harsh pinch. "I bet Mustang treats you like a fucking kid." The man breathed in his ear. He almost gaged as the man continued to pant on him. The breathe was horrible smelling. "That fuckers asleep right now. Drugged his coffie after I asked nicely." He could feel his heart pounding. Roy didn't send this fucker after him. He felt the slight pain of his automail being removed from his right arm port. The fear started weld up more.
THE hard thud of the automail landing on the ground made his start struggling against his intruder. A huge palm collided with his cheek causing him to pause as the intruder ripped off his pajama pants and boxers. The touch of the man's hands on his was almost sickening to him. It was worse then when Roy touched him. Roy's touch didn't make him want to puke at the lightest touch. The smell of salty fingers weren't helping much either. Then the wet sandpaper-like tounge danced it's way down Ed's chest and stomach making his every muscle try to crawl away from the man. He tried kicking his legs and got another slap accross the face. The slaps were hard enough to leave purple bruses to be spotted by his owner in the morning.
THE worse feeling in the world hit Edward hard in the ass quite literally as the man ripped open his rectum as he thrusted in side of him. He let a out a loud scream that was covered with the intruders lips. Tears feel from his eyes as the man continued to thrust into him, he felt something wet driping from inbetween his thighs....he was bleeding. He realized something for the first time....Roy always used some kind of lubercant. This fucker wasn't and it hurt like hell...he wondered if he'd even be able to walk to work with Roy tomorrow or ever again.
HE heard the man scream out in pain and opened his eyes to see the man on fire above him and was quickly shoved off of him. He felt two arms drag him off the bed rather gently. More gently then he's been treated in days. He looked up to see the pissed off face of General Roy Mustang with enough fire in his eyes to engulf the world into utter flames. He looked at the man who had stopped the flames from engulfing him glare up at Roy. He didn't feel pity for the now scared man...but he did feel resentment that the bastard didn't fry the guy into ashes. He fell back onto the ground to his knees before Roy and found himself falling into darkness only seeing the concern look of his masters face before consumed by it.
If I sleep for hundreds and thousands of madding nights...
Will my pain leave me for a more beautiful place?
This love tears me apart...
This feeling...
I have one wish....
Useless...
Homeless...
Overcome by emotion...
..Struggling....
The Rain
Part Four- Kindness Unseen but There...
HE sat there next to the hospital bed, actually worring for the being in the white covers, flushed from blood loss. He felt like someone had slapped him across the face as he looked at the boy. All his upkept hatred of the boy was gone for good. He didn't even remember why it was there in the first place. Could Edward ever forgive him for treating like that fucked up General had? As much as he hated compareing himself to people like that General, that was now in the burn treatment section of the hospital with server burns, he was damn close to becoming a person like that. Something that he never wanted to be. Something that he had fought against all his life and almost let consume him. To use the boy like that wasn't the real reason he saved him. It was really because he loved the golden eyed boy. He just wanted to slap the boy every time the eyes seemed to die as the looked at him. He didn't even understand that.
HE frowned at the placid face that soon wrinkled up as a nightmare invaded his dreams. Why did it take another person raping the boy to realize just how much he was abusing the boy? That he was turning into a monster. He slouched down in the chair towards the bed, resting his folded arms there and placing his head on his arms to look at the boy as he slowly began thinking about what really was going on. He knew that Alphonse didn't remember Ed at all and resented him for being a killer. He knew that Edward didn't really kill all those people in Holobirth. He knew the boy wasn't able to kill one man without braking down for days. So how would he beable to kill over 10,000 people...the whole damned city.
HE was awoken by soft hands of a nurse who looked at him with concern. "Sir, maybe you should go home?" When had he fallen asleep? He looked up to see the blonde still peacefully sleeping. He gave a charming smile to the nurse. "No, I'll like to stay right here if you don't mind." He watched as the nurse blushed and nodded before leaving. He yawned and ran a hand through his already messy hair. He felt to drousy to think as he looked at the blonde or even notice as someone else entered the room. "General?" The strict voice of Riza came and he looked over to her. He frowned at her neutral expression. "Why didn't you shoot at me when I was becoming such a monster?" He questioned the blonde haired women and watched as she smiled at him. "Because sir, I knew that you knew better then to treat Edo-chan as such, but you did. I never wanted this to happen to him....not Edo-kun..." She sat in the chair next to his.
SHE looked at him waiting for an appoligy that she knew was coming from the dark haired man. "I'm sorry for acting like a stupid dick." She chuckled lightly, covering her mouth with her hand then looked at him seriously. "Sir, You are always a stupid dick. I believe you were born that way." Roy sighed and looked back at the sleeping blonde on the bed. "He'll be alright, Maybe he'll forgive you too." She smiled at him and patted his shoulder as she got up. "Tell him everyone says 'Hi'. If you don't we won't forgive you." He watched her leave as an annoying sound of rain start thuding against the hospital window.
THE rain always depressed him to the point of insanity. That's probably one of the reasons fire was his main element. Sure, he had to learn a lot about water incase of emergencys, but he hated it. He glared hard at the window, wishing the rain to disappear. The rain hated him at moments, he knew that much. He tried to turn his attention from the rain and to the sleeping form on the bed. The insane slow beep of a healthy heart on the heart monditor wasn't helping, but he couldn't turn it off either. He swear he could hear the driping of the IV bag. He twiched as he sat in the seat. The drizzling rain starting to pound harder against the glass as he stared at the fraglie boy. He closed his eyes trying to shut out the sounds. No one knew of his obsession of being in the dark when it was raining.....nor the insane feeling he got as he was stuck in the house stareing out a window with no hope of being of any use.
SURE, he was known for his usually cold mask that his feelings could never be seen through. Rainy days seem to melt this mask, always showing the scared man he really was. If he wanted to he could hold up the mask, but not when he was alone. It was harder to keep up when he was alone. His mental state hadn't been steady since the Ishabal war....even before that it was knowen to be a bit unstable. The rain. How could anyone express it as beautiful? How could the tainted water be called pure or thought as purifying? It only tainted all it touched, that's why the world was such a horrible place...right? It's a shame that we need the rain to surive. Without it we die, with it we die. Such a bittersweet thing the rain really is. He really didn't want to be seen like this. He felt guilt weld up in him again, his eyes stinged but he refused to cry. He felt as if it was hard to breathe. He never could explain why the rain got to him like this so badly.
THE rain comforted him as he opened his golden orbed eyes, he felt slightly dazed and fuzzy as he looked around. He spotted Roy, curled up in the chair near his bed. The man looked nearly half dead and stared off out the rain droped window. He looked towards the window slightly wondered what Roy was seeing. Then he didn't want to know, after all he hated the man even if he did try to save him once. He looked back at the man ruefully and noticed something that he would have missed as soon as he would have opened his loud mouth. The dark haired man looked broken, there was no mask. The mask where had it gone? "Roy?" He whispered out quietly, he winced as he moved towards the man. It seemed as if the drugs were wearing off.
DARK eyes met gold curisously enough, they weren't harsh or cold, but worried and guilt filled eyes. He was fimilar with the dark eyes turning this way. He had witnessed to one other occasion that they'd be like this, not that he'd openly admit that Roy Mustang could be broken inside and still hold himself up on the outside like some egg shell drained of the yoks and membrane. "I'm glad your awake." He frowned at the man. "I'm sorry, Edward. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've done to you...or for what that monster did to you while you were in my house." He was confused....THE bastard was appolgizing to HIM? Why? Why did that bastard need to ruin every order in the book? He felt something drip down his face and felt a cool pale hand touch his cheek. Was he crying, because if he is then that would make sense...right? More tears fell like the rain outside...the steady pouring tears.
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Women with women.
Men with men.
Parents with children.
Brothers with sisters.
Men with other men's wives.
Men with animals.
Mixing together, stealing, killing, living by their own desires.
Until you're bored.
Until you're nothing but white bone ripping each other apart.
Look at the true form of your beloved land and children.
You still think the capital will flourish?
The Rain
Part Five: Can You Forgive Me?
A monster....That's what could describe a man who can't keep things locked up tightly to protect the people he loved. A man who could lash out at the ones he loved. A man who could and would step over the line several times just to feel the pain of their love ones around him. Steping, crushing, raping...their loved ones....crushing their cries to nothing but tainted dust that couldn't be held up in the wind, only waiting to be washed away with the rain.
Then again, the rain can't wash everything away....
How could anyone forgive such a monster?
Roy looked at the tears that slowly flowed down the blondes face. He couldn't see the boy ever forgiving him, not even after he dies. The tears looked so forgiving and acusatory to him. They made him hurt and caused it hard for him to breath. The boy held on to him as if he was a small life line to the world. The world just didn't make any sense to him anymore. The boy was apost to hate him, not cling on him and cry. He held on to the boy tighter, out of the couner of his eye he saw the purplish brusies that decorated the soft skin of the blonde. He rubed his hand up and down the back, idly feeling the bumps of the other's spine. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on top of the blonde one. This isn't right...but it feels right. Tell me you hate me, Edward. Tell me that you'd rather burn in hell then ever see me again. He thought as the blonde moved a bit to get more comfortable against him.
"Do you hate me, Edward?" Roy whispered in his hair. "Yes." He didn't like the sound of his voice, it was horsed from crying. He did hate him...he really did. How could he love the man at the same time? All humans are ment to be misunderstood at some time in their existance. Had he just misunderstood Roy this whole time? That there was really a gentle side to the man he never saw? That the man he had amired while he was a teenager really this broken? "Do you hate me, Roy?" He asked and looked up at the man. He watched a small true smile appear on the face. The smile was so sad, it hurt. "No, I don't hate you, Edward. I can't ever really hate you."
Roy blinked as soft lips covered his own. He knew these lips cause he had kissed them several times before, but he didn't know they were this soft. He pressed back firmly and then pulled away. The blonde smiled at him. "I won't forgive you, but I can't hate you either." For once in his life. He actually felt pretty lucky. It's not everyday an angel says they don't hate you.
It's not everyday a tainted angel says they don't hate you.