Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Emotion of Regret ❯ Tears ( Chapter 1 )

TEARS-

 

 

Dead.

 

Brigadier General Maes Hughes, his best friend. Even during his friend's eventful death, Roy could not bring himself to show any real emotion. Compared to Major Armstrong, a hulking mass of muscle who was crying for a lost comrade, Roy Mustang seemed very cold and aloof.

The man who had stood beside him and who had always tried to help him achieve his goal would soon become nothing more than a rotten corpse.

As the procession dragged on, trumpets sounding, guns firing, Roy Mustang shed not a single tear on that fateful day.

 

And yet…

 

As Roy leaned back against the new cold tombstone he couldn't help but wonder why this time should be so different.

When Roy was told of Full Metal's death, he could have broke into tears right then.

The younger brother, Alphonse, was now in his original body thanks to his brother's sacrifice. He of course had cried for hours and still felt as though it was his fault that his brother was dead. From Roy's new onslaught of emotion, he almost felt some hate towards Al, childish though he knew it was.

 

There had been no body inside of the coffin and no fancy funeral attached. Mustang had unanimously decided that Full Metal wouldn't have wanted that.

The girl from Risembool had brought an automail arm and leg to place inside, and Al a lone picture of Ed he had kept. Everyone that knew him contributed something to his final resting grounds.

 

Every time that Ed had shown up inured or was reported to be in a hospital, Roy would yell at him for somewhere near a half hour, trying to pound some sense into the rebellious boy. But through most of Roy's insults and advice, Full Metal would tell him that `It wasn't a big deal,' of that `He should learn to relax more.'

And as Roy braced his shoulders on Ed's stone grave he knew the sickening fact. That as much as he wanted to scream his lungs out to the sky and lash out at everything about how stupid Edward could be, Ed would not hear. He would not say anything, not event he bratty remark of calling Roy a bastard.

 

Rain pounded all around Roy with intensity, though he found he had no qualms of it. Ed had always hated the rain; he said it made his automail limbs ache and that each drop was too depressing.

Strangely, the rain had seemed to follow him when he was alive.

 

But Roy found a strange comfort in that rain, much like this, had fallen on the young Alchemist once. And he remained grateful that it was so ferocious, otherwise someone may have seen the tears rolling down Roy Mustang's face.

 

And yet, Roy wondered with a distant thought that perhaps somewhere, somehow, Ed may still be alive, in the body that the military had never found.

 

 

AU: Just a random thought that plunked into my head. For those who didn't get it, this is the alternate of when Ed went through the gate, and the military assumes he's dead.