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FMA short - RoyXEd - Looking back
Looking back - a Roy/Ed FMA short.
Back in the days when I was young - when I was in my world - I would sit and watch him work…I would pout and act like I was completely put out by having to be there. But I really just liked to sit and watch his swift fingers sign a piece of paper here and shuffle a file there.
Then would come one of those sarcastic quips, those comments that made my blood boil, made me want to yell and throw things and curse his very existence. But after the anger settled and I saw that sarcastic smirk, those same comments would make me want to throw him onto that desk...force him back onto those papers and show him just how much I wanted him.
But that couldn’t happen…I wouldn’t let it…I couldn’t. I had to look out for my brother…I had to make sure that he got his body back, that he was made whole again.
Even still, I miss him - and his dark eyes. Those shrewd comments…that cocky way he would look at me and tell me I was nothing but trouble. It hurts just a little to think that I’ll never see the real Roy again…that I’ll never see those gorgeous dark eyes staring right through me, never hear that deep voice insult or praise me…never feel those strong hands on my shoulders when I needed to be held back.
But…I had my brother…I had him back. I made him whole like I had promised. Even though my arm and leg were still as cold as ice, I had my brother back and that was all that mattered…
I don’t resent him for taking me away from the one I wanted. I left of my own accord after all.
Then again…did I really have a choice? It was either, be selfish and stay with the one I loved - risking the world - or sacrifice what I wanted to keep that world safe...my world.
It was a no brainer really…but I still regret it sometimes. I almost wish that there had been another way, that there had been a way to stay there, in my world, stay with him.
But I can’t keep hanging in the past all the time. I must move on…I must move on. My brother still needs me. He’ll always need me.
Alphonse and I traveled for a long time, moving from one city to another, searching for the bombs that should never have made it to this world. It was hard work, but we found them…and we destroyed them, making a lot of enemies in the process.
Those enemies were determined to gun us down…we got away every time…but only just. Alphonse saw me do something that I had hoped he would never have to see me do…we were surrounded…there was no other way…I just pointed and pulled the trigger…and that was it…the man just lay there…bleeding…dieing.
We ran…but I’ll never forget the look on that man’s face as the light left his eyes…or the way Alphonse has looked at me since…I don’t know if he’ll ever see me the same.
Does he hate me? Can he ever respect me again?
He says that it doesn’t matter to him, that I was only trying to protect him…but I can see the horror in his eyes when he remembers that his brother is a killer…
After we got rid of the uranium bombs we went back to Munich. We ended up staying with The Maes Hughes from this world and his wife, Gracia. Their daughter had only just been born…dear little Elicia. She was born on my birthday…just like the Elicia from my world…but this Elicia is lucky…her father is alive in this realm…instead of…well, she’s just lucky that she’s going to have the father that her other half will never have…
About three years after Alphonse and I left our home world, we made an acquaintance that made me shiver.
The man we met was tall and lithe, his black hair a little too long, his eyes dark as soot and sharp as daggers. When he stepped forward to shake my hand, I nearly fell over.
“The name’s Roy…Roy Mustang”
He had that voice…he had those eyes - those beautiful eyes - and he even had those strong hands.
I was speechless. I froze up for the first time in over four years.
He smirked at my obvious stammering and made a jab that caught me in the ribs. It was just like before…only now he wasn’t my boss…now I could make my comebacks, I could tell him how I felt…I could show him how I felt.
Within six months, I had done just that.
We’d been talking for a few hours that night - as had become habit by then - about everything. Physics, old alchemy, rocketry…life, relationships...things had progressed enough in our relationship that we could call ourselves very close friends…but nothing more…yet.
He was sitting across from me - closer than usual - when I caught a whiff of his breath, met his gaze…was caught up in the deep abyss that those sooty eyes were…and they swallowed me whole. Next thing I knew, my mouth was against his, my lips pleading for his affections. It felt like seconds and centuries had passed before I could pull away….but before I could get an inch between us, or make my golden eyes meet his again, he was back against me, his tongue pleading for entry, his hands in my long blond hair - which nowadays hung lose around my shoulders, rather than back in the usual braid or pony tail. I’d only been able to contain myself long enough to get him into a dark room…then he was mine. I’d moaned and begged like a child as he pressed against me and - eventually - inside of me. I called his name, begged for him, prayed that he would never leave, that he would stay and make me feel this good for the rest of my life.
We were both a little shocked that first time…but after a while, he realized that I was just determined as he was. He also realized that he wanted me just as much as I had wanted him and that this wasn’t going to be a one time fuck that we never mentioned again.
Now, he wasn’t the same Roy I’d grown up around. He was different, he was a different man…but I loved him no less. He was mine and that was all that mattered.
Alphonse ended up falling for a beautiful German girl, she had blue eyes, blonde hair, and was completely charming. She reminded me of our mother. She had those same kind eyes, that same mild personality. She was perfect for him.
Hughes and Gracia were both more than happy for us…though Hughes was a little worried when I still hadn’t gotten a girlfriend after three years…but he was happy that we were making ourselves comfortable there in Munich.
Roy and I have lived together for about five years now…Roy - a little younger than in the other world, coming in at a youthful 29 - seemed to be content.
And me? Well…I’ve never been more satisfied. I’m now approaching my 27th birthday (Elicia is turning eight) and I think that - for the first time since before I tried to bring mom back - I’m really…truly…happy.
THE END
A Full Metal Alchemist short.
By Elliott Kai Evans.
Back in the days when I was young - when I was in my world - I would sit and watch him work…I would pout and act like I was completely put out by having to be there. But I really just liked to sit and watch his swift fingers sign a piece of paper here and shuffle a file there.
Then would come one of those sarcastic quips, those comments that made my blood boil, made me want to yell and throw things and curse his very existence. But after the anger settled and I saw that sarcastic smirk, those same comments would make me want to throw him onto that desk...force him back onto those papers and show him just how much I wanted him.
But that couldn’t happen…I wouldn’t let it…I couldn’t. I had to look out for my brother…I had to make sure that he got his body back, that he was made whole again.
Even still, I miss him - and his dark eyes. Those shrewd comments…that cocky way he would look at me and tell me I was nothing but trouble. It hurts just a little to think that I’ll never see the real Roy again…that I’ll never see those gorgeous dark eyes staring right through me, never hear that deep voice insult or praise me…never feel those strong hands on my shoulders when I needed to be held back.
But…I had my brother…I had him back. I made him whole like I had promised. Even though my arm and leg were still as cold as ice, I had my brother back and that was all that mattered…
I don’t resent him for taking me away from the one I wanted. I left of my own accord after all.
Then again…did I really have a choice? It was either, be selfish and stay with the one I loved - risking the world - or sacrifice what I wanted to keep that world safe...my world.
It was a no brainer really…but I still regret it sometimes. I almost wish that there had been another way, that there had been a way to stay there, in my world, stay with him.
But I can’t keep hanging in the past all the time. I must move on…I must move on. My brother still needs me. He’ll always need me.
Alphonse and I traveled for a long time, moving from one city to another, searching for the bombs that should never have made it to this world. It was hard work, but we found them…and we destroyed them, making a lot of enemies in the process.
Those enemies were determined to gun us down…we got away every time…but only just. Alphonse saw me do something that I had hoped he would never have to see me do…we were surrounded…there was no other way…I just pointed and pulled the trigger…and that was it…the man just lay there…bleeding…dieing.
We ran…but I’ll never forget the look on that man’s face as the light left his eyes…or the way Alphonse has looked at me since…I don’t know if he’ll ever see me the same.
Does he hate me? Can he ever respect me again?
He says that it doesn’t matter to him, that I was only trying to protect him…but I can see the horror in his eyes when he remembers that his brother is a killer…
After we got rid of the uranium bombs we went back to Munich. We ended up staying with The Maes Hughes from this world and his wife, Gracia. Their daughter had only just been born…dear little Elicia. She was born on my birthday…just like the Elicia from my world…but this Elicia is lucky…her father is alive in this realm…instead of…well, she’s just lucky that she’s going to have the father that her other half will never have…
About three years after Alphonse and I left our home world, we made an acquaintance that made me shiver.
The man we met was tall and lithe, his black hair a little too long, his eyes dark as soot and sharp as daggers. When he stepped forward to shake my hand, I nearly fell over.
“The name’s Roy…Roy Mustang”
He had that voice…he had those eyes - those beautiful eyes - and he even had those strong hands.
I was speechless. I froze up for the first time in over four years.
He smirked at my obvious stammering and made a jab that caught me in the ribs. It was just like before…only now he wasn’t my boss…now I could make my comebacks, I could tell him how I felt…I could show him how I felt.
Within six months, I had done just that.
We’d been talking for a few hours that night - as had become habit by then - about everything. Physics, old alchemy, rocketry…life, relationships...things had progressed enough in our relationship that we could call ourselves very close friends…but nothing more…yet.
He was sitting across from me - closer than usual - when I caught a whiff of his breath, met his gaze…was caught up in the deep abyss that those sooty eyes were…and they swallowed me whole. Next thing I knew, my mouth was against his, my lips pleading for his affections. It felt like seconds and centuries had passed before I could pull away….but before I could get an inch between us, or make my golden eyes meet his again, he was back against me, his tongue pleading for entry, his hands in my long blond hair - which nowadays hung lose around my shoulders, rather than back in the usual braid or pony tail. I’d only been able to contain myself long enough to get him into a dark room…then he was mine. I’d moaned and begged like a child as he pressed against me and - eventually - inside of me. I called his name, begged for him, prayed that he would never leave, that he would stay and make me feel this good for the rest of my life.
We were both a little shocked that first time…but after a while, he realized that I was just determined as he was. He also realized that he wanted me just as much as I had wanted him and that this wasn’t going to be a one time fuck that we never mentioned again.
Now, he wasn’t the same Roy I’d grown up around. He was different, he was a different man…but I loved him no less. He was mine and that was all that mattered.
Alphonse ended up falling for a beautiful German girl, she had blue eyes, blonde hair, and was completely charming. She reminded me of our mother. She had those same kind eyes, that same mild personality. She was perfect for him.
Hughes and Gracia were both more than happy for us…though Hughes was a little worried when I still hadn’t gotten a girlfriend after three years…but he was happy that we were making ourselves comfortable there in Munich.
Roy and I have lived together for about five years now…Roy - a little younger than in the other world, coming in at a youthful 29 - seemed to be content.
And me? Well…I’ve never been more satisfied. I’m now approaching my 27th birthday (Elicia is turning eight) and I think that - for the first time since before I tried to bring mom back - I’m really…truly…happy.
THE END
A Full Metal Alchemist short.
By Elliott Kai Evans.