Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Emotion of Regret ❯ Contact ( Chapter 3 )

CONTACT-

 

 

 

With reluctance he lay down on the padded cotton sheets. He didn't want to sleep, he wanted to stay awake. But Hawkeye had promptly informed him that even the most determined man should sleep after six days without it. And as Roy had protested she whipped out her small handgun and Roy felt that he was simply too exhausted to argue further with her.

Roy frequently dreamt of what he ultimately could not have, hence he began to hate sleeping. The one thing he wanted would flash before his eyes, too far for him to touch, and so close that it became unbearable agony.

He had given up his grand dream of becoming the Furher just to protect that unattainable vessel. Roy's daily thoughts of Edward clouded his sleep and left him feeling cheated. It was as if some godly being above him was mocking him by dangling a piece of heaven in front of him for so a small fragment of time. Then it would violently lurch his visions of the young Alchemist away, like a puff of smoke he would disappear before Roy's eyes.

Perhaps this occurred because of all of the lives Roy had taken in his steps up the career ladder. A punishment for attempting to act like a god. At least, that was what Roy was beginning to believe.

He felt himself …floating? Like he was suspended in air as a still object. His arms, legs, fingers, toes, nothing was functioning. Was this how Ed felt when his automail gave out on him? Completely helpless… Roy could only wonder.

Light flooded his vision and it felt as though the intense color was burning his uncovered eye. Roy shied away from the harsh burst of white light that followed in a weak attempt to protect his only remaining eye. He suddenly found that he could move once again, and his body mechanically trudged out from the light and into the darkness.

The sight of a small dark bedroom came as no surprise. This was what happened when he slept; he would see this room and the occupant in it. But no matter how much he wanted to go and give the figure a bone crushing hug and demand that he never do something so reckless again, he never could. Roy would get so close to Edward's sleeping body, and as he already discovered, he could merely watch, never touch.

Even just the ability to brush against the Alchemist's hair would be enough.

In protest to his pessimistic mind, he slowly crept closer to the bed in the corner, and took a look at the occupant.

Still sleeping with his stomach widely exposed after all of these years, Edward Elric let out a small mumble that sounded suspiciously like “Colonel Bastard.” That alone made Roy catch a small grin.

With a steady and careful hand, Roy slowly reached closer to the younger man's head. He reached bit by bit to brush the golden hair out of the Alchemist's eyes. His soft fingertips barely connected with the limp locks when Roy felt that lurch which said the dream would end now. But, it didn't…

Instead, amethyst eyes snapped open like a firecracker and broke Roy out of his previous thoughts. They gradually peered around the poorly lit room, searching for what had awoken him. As the sleep faded from his foggy mind, Edward's eyes fell directly on Mustang.

Roy wondered with a leap of hope if the boy could actually see him, or if it was a painful coincidence.

His answer was given as Ed climbed shakily out of the bed and walked to just in front of where Roy was currently standing. With a look of confusion plastered on his face, Edward reached out his automail hand towards Roy. Without hesitation Mustang raised his own hand so that their fingertips barely pressed against each other. But as Roy was more like a silhouette than a flesh body at the moment, Ed's fingers drifted past Roy's. And although it appeared that they really couldn't touch, Roy felt nonetheless a warm sensation pass through his blood, heating him from the core.

Roy wished that this feeling of bliss could have lasted forever. But the shaky cry he heard himself give opened his eyes to his own bedroom.

Ed wasn't here… It really was just a dream.

Roy felt a few tears slowly course down his face as he leaned back into his pillow. With a smile he reminded himself to thank Hawkeye for making him sleep. It wasn't much, but this time they had actually made a sort of contact. Roy hoped desperately with all his being that it meant something.

 

 

A pained cry echoed throughout Edward's body.

 

Again he was seeing Mustang in his dreams. But now, instead of seeing him as he usually did, sleeping on a couch, Ed had seen Roy in his room. He saw the look on Roy's face when he looked at the Colonel. That look of utter hope now left Ed wishing that he had been able to feel Roy's hand for that small comfort.

He reluctantly broke his vow to control his emotions and cried for what seemed to be no reason. Why was he crying when he had just had a real kind of meeting with Mustang? He should be happy, so why were the tears coursing down so quickly?

Then again, didn't love do strange things to a person?

 

 

AU: Sorry to leave you all there, but I wanted so badly to do this chapter that I did two in one day. Think of it as a Halloween present.