I Need You

The first thing Roy noticed as he woke up the next morning was that his head hurt. Son of a Bitch did it hurt! What, had he gotten in a fight with a crowbar last night?! Fuck!

He went to lift a hand to try and rub some of the pain away only to find a warm, solid weight holding it down. Now that he focused past the pain he found that warm, solid weight was settled down his entire right side.

That got Roy to open his eye and try to focus. As his vision cleared he looked down and was met with a shock of gold. The gold was attached to a head which lead to a body that was wrapped up in the arm he’d tried to move. The weight on his chest was caused by the warmed metal of an automail arm and part of a warm, flat chest.

It took Roy’s hung over brain far too long to put those pieces together and come up with a person. When he did, he nearly shot up in surprise.

Edward!

That’s when the previous night caught up to him and caused his head to go spinning.

That’s right! He’d been drinking with Hughes for the better part of the day before Edward had found him. Before Ed had got him home, and before he’d broken down in front of the blonde that was currently curled along his side, looking as calm as Roy had ever seen the young alchemist, his face relaxed in sleep.

He remembered securing a promise from the young man that he wouldn’t leave and it seemed Ed had been true to his word. They must have moved closer together while they slept. And now Ed was practically lying on top of the raven-haired man, one leg tangled with Roy’s and blonde head tucked onto his shoulder.

It made the smallest of grin’s break out on the raven-haired man’s face despite the pounding in his head. He had always believed Ed carried a look far too serious for the younger man’s years. It was nice to see the blonde so relaxed for once. In the next instant, the grin vanished.

Roy’s body was beginning to demand attention, such as a trip to the bathroom and something to kill the goddamn headache, but he really didn’t want to relinquish his hold and rather comfortable spot as Ed’s pillow and risk waking the blonde.

Roy was fairly certain that when his head stopped pounding and he could once again think straight he’d be confused by his easy acceptance of Ed’s presence curled along his side, but for the moment he just concentrated on making it out of the bed. It took some tricky maneuvering and nearly falling completely off the bed, but the raven-haired alchemist managed to make it from the bed to the bathroom without waking the slumbering blonde.

Once his bladder was emptied and a few tylonel settled in his stomach, Roy grabbed a towel and started up his shower, ignoring the pain the noise caused as he gradually began to feel more human. With his head resting on the cooled tile of the shower walls, Roy found his mind landing heavily on everything that had happened the day before… and everything that hadn’t happened.

Roy had never been a religious man, even less so after the war in Ishbal, but he had to wonder at the twist of fate that had brought Edward back into his life… on that particular night.

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Edward drifted slowly from sleep, waking up to feel warm, rested, and indecently comfortable. He never remembered his bed feeling being so fluffy… and huge. It wasn’t until Ed’s left arm hit the far side of the abnormally large bed that the blonde realized what was wrong with this picture. Either his bed had somehow magically grown while he slept, or it wasn’t his bed.

Golden Eyes flew open as Ed jolted straight up in the huge bed, looking around himself frantically, trying to figure out just where the hell he was! It was then that a flash of blue caught his attention.

Sprawled across the back of a desk chair was a dark blue military jacket, a pair of white gloves laying haphazardly on the floor. There was a shower running behind a closed door and Ed relaxed as he realized whose house he was in.

Roy… oh yeah! Roy! The bastard had gotten himself plastered, and for some reason, Ed had decided to baby sit him for the remainder of the night. Huh, random act of kindness on his part.

Ed ran a hand through his loose hair, deciding to get up and get started with the day, completely avoiding all thoughts of his former commander breaking down the previous evening. Ed really didn’t want to think about what it all meant at the moment, and found himself reaching down the collect the discarded gloves. He’d been to preoccupied last night to realize that the ‘prized possessions’ of the Flame Alchemist had fallen out of the man’s jacket when Ed had taken it off of him.

As Ed placed the white scraps of cloth on the desk, he found something else he hadn’t noticed previously. The General’s side arm was sitting, loaded and ready on the desk-top. But it wasn’t that that got the younger alchemist’s attention. It was the piece of paper set beneath the gun that drew the blonde’s gaze.

Ed was certain he shouldn’t be snooping, but it was right out on the desk for anyone to see… so surely this didn’t count.

He lifted the gun and held it as he looked over what seemed to be a short, hand written letter from Roy. As he began to read, he began to tremble, the gun rattling unsteadily in his hand.

It only said two things, but they made Ed’s blood run cold.

I don’t want to be alone anymore. Tell them all, I’m sorry.
-Roy Mustang.

It was a suicide note…




Kuragari: bit of a cliffie here… anyway, yeah, now things really get interesting… hope you stick around to see what happens.