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Adult +
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
“Hagane…” Edward’s name escaped from the flame one’s throat in his sleep. That kiss Mustang remembered burned hotter than all his alchemical fire. Only the godly power that coursed through his body from the Philosopher’s Stone as he razed enemies alive during the Ishbal Rebellion could compare. After that he sought the same thrill in relationships. He’d tell women he loved them even if he didn’t, then after lovemaking the rush completely ended.
It had been a sleepless night with the blonde haunting his dreams. Behind closed lids, Fullmetal’s irises burned bright in his mind. Their outer rim, a transparent yellow thickened into liquid amber further in, then melted to lava around his pupils, black bottom pits Mustang fell in like a chasm through the earth. He plunged far in what might be the depths of Edward’s soul or the recesses of his psyche.
Taisa, you kissed me back then…why? Asked Fullmetal’s surreal image. A glint of sun sparkled in his eyes and his hair glowed just as bright.
Mentally, Mustang felt himself float over. You were lost, Hagane, he replied wordlessly. The memory of Edward in pain played again vividly.
No, I’m not. I knew what I wanted when Mom died. To see her smile again and now it’s getting Al’s back original body. It’s the reason I live, Taisa, Edward answered at last.
Coming back to reality, Mustang’s eyes shot open lost in the darkness of his room, now wide awake.
“Stupid kid, you don’t listen,” the flame one griped. “Why the hell do I warn you and watch your back? Sulking, he glared at his clock, reading 4:54 a.m. “Because of what Hughes always says.”
When night shadows gave way to dawn golden light pouring in Mustang’s room. Warm bright rays bathed his face kissing smooth skin white as snow, refracting off the side of his face and nose. His eyelids fluttered batting long black lashes on delicate cheeks against the strong light.
“Morning…already?” The flame alchemist yawned, rubbing the sleep from his face.
Still half asleep, he changed into his uniform straightening it in the mirror. His reflection grinned back. “That’s right, Hagane. Today is your assessment.” After polishing his boots, he finally left his house.
“What nice weather,” he exclaimed, strolling down the sidewalk to Hughes’s. Within the vicinity he paused listening to the Elric Brothers from inside the backyard there.
“Al, today is my day!” Edward declared, his young deep voice loud and clear over the fence. “Its gonna be great after 3 years of seeing his cynical face.”
“Oh Nii-san,” Al reminded him tiredly. “Don’t you remember everything the colonel has done?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” his older brother muttered. “He pays for travel expenses, but still, it ain’t enough…”
Trust me Hagane, the last thing I’d rather be is your damn dad, Mustang thought. Smirking, he strolled to Hughes’s front door.
The knob turned, door hinges creaked as it opened a crack. No one waited there except little Elysia.
“Mommy!” she cried, hugging Mustang’s leg.
“I’m not your…” The flame one snapped, glaring down.
“Wahhh!” Elysia pouted, running back in.
“Well, if it isn’t Roy.” Hughes greeted him, swinging the door right open. “Sorry bout that. Gracia is out shopping. Guess Elysia thought you were her.” He broke out into a hearty laugh.
Frowning, Mustang slipped his hands in his pockets. “I apologize, Maes.” His tone went low and serious.
“Something happen?” Hughes knew immediately, shutting the door behind him.
“You were right.” Roy cast a sideways glance as he spoke. “About Fullmetal and I.”
Hughes’s expression intensified. “What will you do?”
Searching for an answer, his obsidian eyes wandered, stopping at Hughes feet. “I don’t know,” he whispered, uncertain.
“Who does know?” Hughes echoed, reassuring him with a strong hand on his friend’s broad shoulder. “What if it’s meant to be like Gracia and I?”
“Maes, that’s different.” With his opposite arm, the colonel reached up, clasping Hughes’s hand in his. “Gracia’s an adult, a woman, your wife. Fullmetal is…”
He squeezed Mustang’s hand tighter. With the other he winked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I been around Ed a bit,” he began, letting a smile soften his sharp features. “When he’s frustrated, he’s like a kid, so it’s the job of adults like us to help.”
Oh, yeah, it’s why I watch his back, the flame one realized, relaxing. Though I’m not his friend like you, Maes.
“But.” Hughes paused, silent with inspiration. “He never gives up.”
Those words rekindled hope in the colonel’s heavy heart. Ever since the Ishbal war guilt consumed Mustang’s inner psyche. Driven by remorse, he lived to be Fuehrer to someday change the world. Ambition fueled by guilt made his heart grow heavy.
“And neither should you.” Grinning, Hughes crossed his arms. “Not only in being Fuehrer, love’s important too.”
Sighing, the flame one turned away. “I’m always dating women.”
“Yeah, you tie up the lines at work, too.” Chuckling, Hughes gazed up at the sky. “And ‘scary Hawkeye’ watches.” Casting a quick glance, his slanted eyes narrowed. “Are you happy doing that?”
“What?” Raising a brow, Mustang grinded the heels of his boots hard in the cement below. “Does that matter? It’s good for my persona.”
“Bullshit, Roy. Be honest!” Hughes demanded, glaring harshly.
Grumbling, the flame one turned back to face him. “Alright, Maes, I’m not!” Discussing emotions put him at unease. Life on the battlefield during Ishbal trained his emotions out, not to mention the daily rigors of strict military culture.
Giving a kind smile, Hughes understood. “It’s okay. Just give it time.” He knew it’d work eventually between his friend and Ed.
TBC
A/N: Whew, that was long. I thought setting the stage for an Ed/Roy romance would be easy, but trying to make it fit in the FMA cannon, and keep the guys in char took longer. Bad? Good? Okay? No flames please. Thank you for reading :D
“Hagane…” Edward’s name escaped from the flame one’s throat in his sleep. That kiss Mustang remembered burned hotter than all his alchemical fire. Only the godly power that coursed through his body from the Philosopher’s Stone as he razed enemies alive during the Ishbal Rebellion could compare. After that he sought the same thrill in relationships. He’d tell women he loved them even if he didn’t, then after lovemaking the rush completely ended.
It had been a sleepless night with the blonde haunting his dreams. Behind closed lids, Fullmetal’s irises burned bright in his mind. Their outer rim, a transparent yellow thickened into liquid amber further in, then melted to lava around his pupils, black bottom pits Mustang fell in like a chasm through the earth. He plunged far in what might be the depths of Edward’s soul or the recesses of his psyche.
Taisa, you kissed me back then…why? Asked Fullmetal’s surreal image. A glint of sun sparkled in his eyes and his hair glowed just as bright.
Mentally, Mustang felt himself float over. You were lost, Hagane, he replied wordlessly. The memory of Edward in pain played again vividly.
No, I’m not. I knew what I wanted when Mom died. To see her smile again and now it’s getting Al’s back original body. It’s the reason I live, Taisa, Edward answered at last.
Coming back to reality, Mustang’s eyes shot open lost in the darkness of his room, now wide awake.
“Stupid kid, you don’t listen,” the flame one griped. “Why the hell do I warn you and watch your back? Sulking, he glared at his clock, reading 4:54 a.m. “Because of what Hughes always says.”
When night shadows gave way to dawn golden light pouring in Mustang’s room. Warm bright rays bathed his face kissing smooth skin white as snow, refracting off the side of his face and nose. His eyelids fluttered batting long black lashes on delicate cheeks against the strong light.
“Morning…already?” The flame alchemist yawned, rubbing the sleep from his face.
Still half asleep, he changed into his uniform straightening it in the mirror. His reflection grinned back. “That’s right, Hagane. Today is your assessment.” After polishing his boots, he finally left his house.
“What nice weather,” he exclaimed, strolling down the sidewalk to Hughes’s. Within the vicinity he paused listening to the Elric Brothers from inside the backyard there.
“Al, today is my day!” Edward declared, his young deep voice loud and clear over the fence. “Its gonna be great after 3 years of seeing his cynical face.”
“Oh Nii-san,” Al reminded him tiredly. “Don’t you remember everything the colonel has done?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” his older brother muttered. “He pays for travel expenses, but still, it ain’t enough…”
Trust me Hagane, the last thing I’d rather be is your damn dad, Mustang thought. Smirking, he strolled to Hughes’s front door.
The knob turned, door hinges creaked as it opened a crack. No one waited there except little Elysia.
“Mommy!” she cried, hugging Mustang’s leg.
“I’m not your…” The flame one snapped, glaring down.
“Wahhh!” Elysia pouted, running back in.
“Well, if it isn’t Roy.” Hughes greeted him, swinging the door right open. “Sorry bout that. Gracia is out shopping. Guess Elysia thought you were her.” He broke out into a hearty laugh.
Frowning, Mustang slipped his hands in his pockets. “I apologize, Maes.” His tone went low and serious.
“Something happen?” Hughes knew immediately, shutting the door behind him.
“You were right.” Roy cast a sideways glance as he spoke. “About Fullmetal and I.”
Hughes’s expression intensified. “What will you do?”
Searching for an answer, his obsidian eyes wandered, stopping at Hughes feet. “I don’t know,” he whispered, uncertain.
“Who does know?” Hughes echoed, reassuring him with a strong hand on his friend’s broad shoulder. “What if it’s meant to be like Gracia and I?”
“Maes, that’s different.” With his opposite arm, the colonel reached up, clasping Hughes’s hand in his. “Gracia’s an adult, a woman, your wife. Fullmetal is…”
He squeezed Mustang’s hand tighter. With the other he winked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I been around Ed a bit,” he began, letting a smile soften his sharp features. “When he’s frustrated, he’s like a kid, so it’s the job of adults like us to help.”
Oh, yeah, it’s why I watch his back, the flame one realized, relaxing. Though I’m not his friend like you, Maes.
“But.” Hughes paused, silent with inspiration. “He never gives up.”
Those words rekindled hope in the colonel’s heavy heart. Ever since the Ishbal war guilt consumed Mustang’s inner psyche. Driven by remorse, he lived to be Fuehrer to someday change the world. Ambition fueled by guilt made his heart grow heavy.
“And neither should you.” Grinning, Hughes crossed his arms. “Not only in being Fuehrer, love’s important too.”
Sighing, the flame one turned away. “I’m always dating women.”
“Yeah, you tie up the lines at work, too.” Chuckling, Hughes gazed up at the sky. “And ‘scary Hawkeye’ watches.” Casting a quick glance, his slanted eyes narrowed. “Are you happy doing that?”
“What?” Raising a brow, Mustang grinded the heels of his boots hard in the cement below. “Does that matter? It’s good for my persona.”
“Bullshit, Roy. Be honest!” Hughes demanded, glaring harshly.
Grumbling, the flame one turned back to face him. “Alright, Maes, I’m not!” Discussing emotions put him at unease. Life on the battlefield during Ishbal trained his emotions out, not to mention the daily rigors of strict military culture.
Giving a kind smile, Hughes understood. “It’s okay. Just give it time.” He knew it’d work eventually between his friend and Ed.
TBC
A/N: Whew, that was long. I thought setting the stage for an Ed/Roy romance would be easy, but trying to make it fit in the FMA cannon, and keep the guys in char took longer. Bad? Good? Okay? No flames please. Thank you for reading :D