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On the Fifteenth	By : CherryMuffinMadness Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 2192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN : Hiya guys! Sorry this took so long! I was trying to finish the actual story line for this fic, that way it stayed on track. I promise not to drag it out again, haha. Thanks for the good reviews! FYI, this is STILL yaoi and Mpreg. You have been warned, numerous times!
Anyhoo, on to the story. - Cherry
Disclaimer : I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, nor am I making any money from this. o.o
On the Fifteenth
Chapter Six
In the days that followed, neither man made an effort to speak to the other. Time in the office was passed in slightly uncomfortable silence, conversations made out of necessity. After a week of this, Edward broke the pattern by throwing himself into his work for the numerous reconstruction projects across the country. He was often out of the office, heading teams of newly licensed state alchemists as they used their alchemy to rebuild many of the small towns that were destroyed during the recent battles. Thankfully, this kept him out of Roy's sight, which made it easier not to dwell on the storm cloud of what if's that had been hanging over them since that eventful evening.
The next two weeks came and went, the two barely in the same city for longer than a day. Finally, the 15th of the next month rolled around, something that did not go unnoticed by Roy. He dutifully sat at his desk, wondering if Edward was even in Central. If he was to see his doctor, he would have to be in Central, yes? It wouldn't make sense for him to skip an appointment he had kept so religiously for almost a year. The work day dragged by and ended with no sign of the blonde alchemist. Frowning, Roy collected his things and left the office for the day. Perhaps Edward had gone in to see the doctor without checking in with him. Then again, it really was none of his business, even if he hated not knowing something. He shook his head and exited the building, a shiny black car already waiting at the curb to deliver him home. Hopefully tomorrow would shed some light on this unusual mystery.
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Morning brought no answers, just more paperwork. Being Fuhrer wasn't all it was cracked up to be, since all he did was sign papers and throw pencils at the ceiling most days. By lunch time, he had finished all said paperwork and was attempting to see how many times he could hit the fern by the door with tiny wads of paper. Suddenly loud shouts echoed in the outer atrium, drawing his attention away from his silly game. Dark eyes narrowed as the door was thrown open, a rattled soldier running in.
"Lieutenant, what's the meaning of this?"
"Your excellency! There...there has been an accident."
Roy beckoned the man forward. "What sort of accident?"
"It's Colonel Elric, sir. His train..." The lieutenant gathered himself, obviously shaken up by this. "His train bound for East City derailed. It was carrying some equipment from Central which exploded due to the impact. The car he was in is completely gone, sir."
For the next few moments, everything in the world went still. Derailed? Explosion? Roy stood there in shock, barely aware that he was speaking. "Have they found any remains of the Fullmetal Alchemist? How about survivors?"
"Sir, there are survivors from the other cars, but including Colonel Elric, there were six casualties and all six have been accounted for. We...we found his automail, sir. It was him."
"Thank you lieutenant, you may go. See to it that families are notified and services are arranged."
"Sir!" A salute, and the office was left empty.
As soon as the door closed, Roy sat heavily in his chair, a hand covering his face. So that was it then? In the blink of an eye, Edward Elric was gone. He sat there silently for a few moments, trying to process what had just happened. No more Edward. No more loud cursing, random alchemy in the atrium, no more snoring during work hours, no more crooked grins, no more Edward. Finally the weight of this information was too much. Roy put his head down on the desk to hide his face from the empty office, two silent tears sliding down his face.
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Within the week, Roy attended six funerals out of respect. Each time he said the same words, echoing bravery and honor for soldiers he had never met. On the sixth day, he got dressed in the same quiet fashion. He slicked his hair back and put the same cap on. He buckled the same sword around his waist, and got in the same car and made the same drive one final time. The only difference was this time he was burying a face he knew almost as well as his own. This time, it was time to say good bye to Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, Alchemist of the People. The afternoon sky above their heads held steel colored clouds, almost as if the sky itself was mourning the loss of the young blonde. Many old friends, now high ranking officers, gathered around the coffin. Inside the coffin, a badly burned body, nearly unidentifiable except for the burnt metal arm and leg attached to it. Somewhere in the fog of his mind, he registered that the priest was saying a few words. It was ironic considering Edward was an atheist. He looked at the sea of faces, noting the emotionless face of Alphonse Elric and the young Rockbell girl. Somehow that didn't seem right, but he chalked it up to the shock of losing a loved one.
The service dragged by, coming to a close as dirt was shoveled into the gaping hope in the ground. Roy stayed behind for a few moments, staring at the stone marker and fresh dirt. A familiar hand was placed on his shoulder, the familiar eyes of Riza coming into view. "Sir? Are you ready to go?"
"This seems oddly familiar, doesn't it?" He chuckled darkly.
"Yes sir. Although this time, it seems like it really will rain."
"That it does...that it does. In the end, I seem to end all my friendships here. I'm starting to wonder if it's just me."
"I don't think that sir. I'm still here after all."
"There is that. Alright, I guess it is time to go back. Fullmetal would never let me live it down if I stayed out here. "
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, the clouds opening up as the two figures entered the waiting car. It did indeed seem that the sky was set on mourning him.
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Weeks turned into months, each one dragging by at a snail's pace. Emotions ran high for the first few weeks, then slowly burned out. The office of the Fuhrer was a much more quiet place these days, devoid of the random bouts of cursing and spontaneous paper ball wars. It was hard to fathom that the young man had made such an impact on so many lives. In the end, his shadow was a lot bigger than his stature. Before anyone knew it, half a year had passed. The leaves on the trees had turned orange and fallen, the warm weather giving way to the cold. The desk to the far left of the atrium sat empty, a type writer gathering dust on it's surface.
A new head Alchemist was chosen, and Colonel Armstrong took over the reconstruction project. It seemed like every loose end was tied up, except for the feeling that something important was missing. When the winter months finally settled in, very few eyes were still holding out hope to catch a glimpse of that trademark red coat coming the corner.
The cold weather settled in with a vengeance, a particularly blustery day rattling the windows of his normally silent office. Roy sat back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. A timid knock on the door drew him out of his boredom. "Enter."
"Your excellency."
Dark eyes widened a bit. "Oh, Hawkeye. Come in. "
"Thank you sir. " She shut the door behind her and approached the large desk. "I see you're still not doing your work."
He smiled. "I'll have you know, everything here is done. How can I help you?"
"Well sir.." A letter was placed on the desk. "This is the deed and such for Edward Elric's home here in Central. He wrote out no will, so it goes to his brother by default. I was going to mail it, but I think it might be best if you deliver it. "
"Me? What makes you say that?"
"Because I think it's time we all made some closure with this. I also think Alphonse deserves that from you. After all, you're the one who first signed Edward up for the military. "
Roy sighed, looking at the small unassuming envelope. "You're right Riza, you always are."
"As you say, sir. Your private train is waiting at the station. Your secretary has informed me that nothing has been scheduled for the next few days. "
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A day later found Roy well on his way to Resembool, the letter sitting on the empty seat next to him. He supposed he could have called first, but he didn't intend to stay long enough to impose. He would simply hand the letter to Alphonse and be back on his way to Central. It was doubtful that the younger Elric wanted anything to do with him but he did indeed deserve this letter in person. Nervousness crept up on him as the train pulled into the Resembool station. He had opted to come alone with only Colonel Hawkeye as company. She was more than capable of protecting him against threats, although he did not expect anything of the sort on this trip. The train came to a complete stop, Hawkeye exiting first to secure a car that had been reserved ahead of time. She came back a few minutes later to beckon him out into the late morning.
The drive was silent, a mutual understanding for the lack of conversation. Soon the Rockbell home came into view, the a new sign bearing the name "Rockbell Automail" now out on the road. The car turned up the uneven dirt path, coming to a stop just in front of the high porch. Roy stared up at the home, suddenly unsure of himself. Would Alphonse even be here? It was very possible that the boy had moved into a home of his own. He turned and looked at Riza, who in turn gave him a small reassuring nod. No, this was the place. Taking in a deep breath, he exited the car and marched up the steps.
Almost too fast, Roy found himself standing in front of the door. This was it, so to speak. The final set of affairs that would close the case and life of Fullmetal. It was bittersweet, ending up at the same front door that began this journey so many years ago. He let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding, and firmly knocked on the door. Moments dragged by before he heard shuffling on the other side. A latch clicked and the door came open, revealing Alphonse Elric. His eyes widened considerably at the sight of Roy Mustang. "Roy! I mean, Fuhrer! Wha...um..how...I mean..What are you doing here?"
A dark eyebrow arched. "I'm here to deliver some final papers for your brother's estate. I figured it was only right that I bring them in person. Is this a bad time?"
"Oh no! No..I just really wasn't expecting you. You didn't have to bring them here yourself, but thank you all the same." He glanced back into the dark house, as if trying to catch someone.
"Well, I won't take too much of your time. I just need you to sign them while I witness and I'll be on my way."
"Oh-okay. Let me..if you could just wait here..for second.."
"Al! Is that Winry? I want those damn pecans!"
Both men at the door froze at the voice. Roy was the first to speak, drawing his words out slowly. "Alphonse, who was that?"
"NO ONE! NO ONE AT ALL YOUR MUSTANG SIR!" His eyes eyes were as wide as saucers when the sound of footsteps came from behind him. Roy pushed the stuttering boy aside and strode into the house, just in time to come face to face with someone he had said good bye to six months ago. Someone who was apparently not dead. Blonde hair hung to his waist, golden eyes wide in surprise. Roy's gaze drifted downward to the obviously very swollen midsection.
"Edward...?!"
"...Shit.."
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AN: HAHAHA CLIFFHANGER! Sorry to do that two times in a row, but I couldn't see continuing this chapter past this point. Don't worry, I have most of the next chapter written. It won't be as long of a wait this go around. Thanks for sticking with me, and make sure to R&R! - Cherry
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