Shattered Lives
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,966
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shattered Lives
Kuragari: so… apparently I have a thing for the more depressing ideas… this was one I started a while back and just re-discovered.
Chapter 1: Hope Flares.
The raven-haired man looked over the faces of the slaves being lined up for auction, searching, hoping really, for that one face that haunted his dreams. He searched for the one he’d searched for for three years, for the one everyone else had assumed dead.
Roy Mustang knew, of course, that the chance of seeing that face was slim, but he still allowed himself to hope. After three years, it was all he had left… dreams of that face and the hopes of seeing it again.
After Roy had managed to rid his country of the corrupt fuehrer/homunculus, Pride, Roy had retained a brigadier general position and still kept the title to this day. A new government had been established with a council instead of a fuehrer and all was peaceful on the home front. However, there had been many casualties in that last battle… one in particular.
Roy brushed the patch covering his left eye… the price he’d had to pay in order to destroy Pride. It constantly reminded him of the one who’d tipped him off about the homunculi and how to bring them down.
Roy refused to believe that that one person was dead. He knew, somehow, even after three years of fruitless searching, he just knew that person was alive. He had received a tip that a young man matching the description had been spotted at one of these auctions four months ago… and he’d been attending ever since.
The announcer signaled the start of the auctions as the first batch of slaves was herded on stage. Roy watched as slave after slave was brought up and sold off, not seeing the face in any of them. Just when he was ready to give up and go home, the last batch was lead on stage.
Roy caught his breath as he spotted a blonde-haired youth with his head down, naked torso, shorts, and automail limbs sticking out against pale skin.
“Edward…”
Kuragari: Wheeee teasers! Anyway, this is yet another take I’ve seen several times but I thought I’d add my own spin to it.
Chapter 1: Hope Flares.
The raven-haired man looked over the faces of the slaves being lined up for auction, searching, hoping really, for that one face that haunted his dreams. He searched for the one he’d searched for for three years, for the one everyone else had assumed dead.
Roy Mustang knew, of course, that the chance of seeing that face was slim, but he still allowed himself to hope. After three years, it was all he had left… dreams of that face and the hopes of seeing it again.
After Roy had managed to rid his country of the corrupt fuehrer/homunculus, Pride, Roy had retained a brigadier general position and still kept the title to this day. A new government had been established with a council instead of a fuehrer and all was peaceful on the home front. However, there had been many casualties in that last battle… one in particular.
Roy brushed the patch covering his left eye… the price he’d had to pay in order to destroy Pride. It constantly reminded him of the one who’d tipped him off about the homunculi and how to bring them down.
Roy refused to believe that that one person was dead. He knew, somehow, even after three years of fruitless searching, he just knew that person was alive. He had received a tip that a young man matching the description had been spotted at one of these auctions four months ago… and he’d been attending ever since.
The announcer signaled the start of the auctions as the first batch of slaves was herded on stage. Roy watched as slave after slave was brought up and sold off, not seeing the face in any of them. Just when he was ready to give up and go home, the last batch was lead on stage.
Roy caught his breath as he spotted a blonde-haired youth with his head down, naked torso, shorts, and automail limbs sticking out against pale skin.
“Edward…”
Kuragari: Wheeee teasers! Anyway, this is yet another take I’ve seen several times but I thought I’d add my own spin to it.