Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Grey ❯ Emotion ( Chapter 2 )

 

~I do not own our favorite pint sized alchemist. If I did, I wouldn't have to put these disclaimers up. 

~This is my first attempt at a dark sort of fiction, so please be patient because there will probably be much editing.

~I would love a review on this chapter, since I added a bunch at the end. Please?

 

~WARNING: adult themes

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 2

Emotions

 

 

 

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Central:

The home of Mrs. Hughes and Elecia

 

 

Alone at the kitchen table, a young and gifted automail mechanic blew an errant strand of hair out of her face.

 

`It was so nice of Mrs. Hughes to invite me to stay with her and Elecia in Central for a while. But man, this peace and quiet is so nice….maybe Mrs. Hughes was right to take Elecia to the park with friends for the afternoon. Now I can get some work done!'

 

Chewing on the end of her pen, Winry Rockbell stared critically at the sketch beginning to take form on her paper. With a decisive nod, she darkened the outline for her latest automail arm masterpiece, and proceeded to start sketching out the internal forearm. Smiling lightly, she let a deep breath escape her as she set about her work.

 

`Every time I sit down to start planning a new piece, it just seems to make everything better, if only for a little while. I can forget about everything, everyone…it's a perfect way to distract myself, er, get work done. Yes, get work done.'

 

Since her pen was occupied, Winry resorted to chewing her bottom lip.

 

`But then again, if certain people weren't so…gods there aren't words to describe it.'

 

The scribbling became more intense as she continued to drift in her thoughts.

 

`It's been two weeks now, two whole weeks since I found out they were back, and they still won't let me see Ed or Al… not even a stupid telegram after that initial one to me stating oh-so-formally that they were ok and recovering in a restricted wing in the hospital. There hasn't been a phone call, a letter; no visitors…hump!

 

She chewed her lip harder.

 

`What more could they possibly need the military for now? Unless they're hurt worse then I think. Or rather, what more could the military want from them? Gods if they get sent out again so soon after coming home…I just got him, them, I just got them back…'

 

Since she was so engrossed in her musings, Winry failed to realize that the paper beneath her pen had become ripped beneath the furious drawing of her pen, and that the chewing of her lip had morphed into a clenching of her teeth. She let out a small, exasperated sigh through her clamped jaw, and continued working.

 

`Unless it's because of what happened THAT day…could it be that it's not the military's doing and it's just something they don't want to tell me?'

 

Snorting, she let her pen stop, and her nose scrunched up at the mess that her sketch had become. Sighing, she ripped that piece of paper out from the tablet, smoothed out the new sheet, and began again.

 

`Like that's anything new.'

 

 

 

~Flashback~

Two weeks ago

 

 

As Ed was collapsing on the street, Winry grabbed for his shirt collar so he wouldn't smash his face against the unforgiving brick wall he had been leaning against. Heaving him back with all her strength, she managed to pull him away, and instead she ended up in a heap on the sidewalk with Ed sprawled on her lap.

 

“Edward!”

 

At the first sign of his distress, Major Hawkeye and Brigadier General Mustang were already running to his aid. Al however, beat them to Ed's side; until that point he had been paralyzed in a state of disbelief, but when his Brother recoiled from his oldest and dearest friends touch he knew that his battle wasn't over.

 

“Fullmetal, sir!”

 

“Damnit Fullmetal, don't pull this shit now!”

 

“Big Brother, please!

 

“Edward, please answer me! EDWARD!”

 

As Ed lay unresponsive and limp in her arms, Winry felt the bile rising in her throat. As the others approached, she felt her vision swim, and her breath felt suffocating.

 

`No Ed, you can't do this to me; I can't take this pain again.'

 

 

 

Present Day Central:

Brigadier General Mustang's Office

 

Slamming his right fist on his desk for the third time, Mustang glared at the crumpled memo in his left hand.

`You just had to go and do something like this, Fullmetal...'

“Sir?”

First Leiutenant Riza Hawkeye had entered his office, and now stood a respectful distance away from this desk; though years of military training couldn't erase the concern that was etched into her pretty features.

“Looks like we're taking a trip to the hospital, Hawkeye.”

“I don't quite follow you….Sir.”

A nervous smile pulled at the corners of his taught lips, and he rose suddenly, striding quickly to the door. Lt. Hawkeye turned, though still rooted to the spot.

“Sir?”

The Flame Alchemist paused at the door, and in an unchararistic show of emotion, he let his shoulders sag with the weight of his concerns. In a low voice, bearly above a whisper, he slowly managed to verbalize his thoughts.

“It would appear that they're trying to commit Fullmetal.”

Her eyes visibly widened.

“On charges of insanity.”

She knew what would be happening that night.

 

~Flashback~

Hawkeye's point of view

After the brother's had disappeared, Roy Mustang had taken the news very badly. Not in the sense that everyone else in his office could tell. Sure, his temper was a bit quicker, his voice a bit edgier, and bags under his eyes seemed to balloon overnight. And everyone knew it was because of the Elric's disappearance into…whatever it was on the other side of that portal. But what everyone didn't know is exactly how much pain it was causing the Flame Alchemist…he even almost had her fooled for a while. But one night about a month after they had gone, and after a particularly trying day at HQ, Hawkeye had decided she had had enough. Instead of returning home after work, she quietly followed Mustang home. Through the dusk she went unnoticed and patiently waited down the street as he fumbled for his keys for his two room apartment. Waiting a few more minuets after he had gone inside, she strode up to the door, rang the bell, and straightened out her jacket.

`Someone has got to say something to him. I know he's worried about those boys, but this is insase. No one else will tell him what an ass he's being. It's getting to be almost unbearable to work around him; and if I think that I can't imagine how everyone else is fairing…'

The door cracked open, and one obsidian eye looked dully back at her with absolutely no interest.

`…and even though he's feeling responsible for the Elric's disappearance, this has gone on long enough.'

Hawkeye made a quick salute, and with a little more force than she intended, she started.

“Sir, may I have a word with you?”

No answer.

“Sir, I need to talk to you about your conduct at HQ this past month.”

The eye looked away, and an audible sigh escaped the General's lips. Seconds passed, and then a full minuet; the resolution never leaving her face, and the door never opening more than that crack. Just as she was about to give in, a small, practically undetectable tear slowly made it's way out of the corner of the great Flame Alchemist's eye and snaked it's way down his too-white face; and Riza immediately softened.

“Roy?”

He looked directly into her eyes, perhaps for the first time all month, and she felt pinpricks at her own pupils as she saw the damage that had been done to his soul for the first time. Slowly, the door opened wider, and Mustang lightly gestured for her to come in. Allowing her to enter before him, the soft click of the door behind her cut through the silence like a blade. Jumping slightly at the sound, Riza began to notice just how nervous she was, being there. Thought it wasn't her first time at the General's apartment, it was her first time there alone. Swallowing her nervousness, she made her way into the main room, and noticed for the first time that the apartment was dark, save for a lone candle burning on a table. Next to, of course, a half drunk bottle of whisky. Her eyes darkened.

Turning back towards Mustang, she could see him dimly in the fading light, leaning against the front door with the full weight of his upper body.

“What do you want, Riza?”

It was a good thing it was so quiet in there, or else she was sure she wouldn't have heard him otherwise. Even so, she tried to not let her face show her shock at him using her first name.

The seconds ticked by, and Hawkeye could swear her heartbeat could be heard throughout the entire room.

`Come on…this is your friend. Not your superior officer…'

Her heart ached to gather him up in her arms and just hold him.

`You're here as a friend, no matter how much of an asshole he's been.'

With more compassion that she even knew she had, she walked back to where Mustang was leaning against the front door, and opened her arms.

“Roy, just come here.”

He paused, and hesitantly allowed himself to be pulled into a strong embrace. Stiffly at first, he gingerly let his hands rest softly against her hips as she resolutely pulled him into her arms. As the seconds ticked by, he felt his eye slide close as she continued to hold him close.

`I'll always be right here, whatever you need, however you need it; I'll always protect you.'

After what seemed like an eternity, his arms melted into her sides, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck. And though she was supposed to be comforting him, she couldn't help the urge building deep within her belly.

`Whatever you need, my General…'

Pulling back, Hawkeye placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. And before she knew what was going on, she was against the door, Mustang's lips crushed against hers, his strong body pressing her into the door so hard she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Frantically, they grappled for dominance, their lips locked and hands tearing at clothes. He pulled her hair free from it's clip as she wrestled his belt buckle, and as he lifted his hips to meet hers, she realized for the first time that tears were streaming down his face.

 

~End Flashback~

 

And so it was. For the next few months while the search for the Elric's continued, First Lieutenant Hawkeye would continue to comfort her General; in the only way she knew he could express his sorrow. After that quick heated first time, Riza had berated herself, criticizing herself for letting her own wants intermingle with her attempts at consoling a dear friend. But she soon realized, that was the only way he knew HOW to express his feelings of loss. Mustang never spoke of their arrangement; and he never spoke of the grief that consumed his every waking moment. But each time they met, she could feel the pounds of baggage slowly slide off, until one day, he looked at her afterwards and smiled. And then the Elric's had returned. Though they still met a few times, she could sense the change; that maybe he would open up to her verbally and not just physically.

But the look in Roy's eye as they made their way to the hospital solidified her suspicions of his newfound anguish. She knew that sex was the only way he could express his pain right now; and that's just how it was.

`I just don't know any other way to reach you right now.'

He held the door open for her as they walked out into the rainy afternoon that greeted them.

`And I'll keep being there for you, Roy, because I simply know no other way.'

 

 

Much Love,

The Cerulean Alchemist