Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Uncle Roy ❯ The Request ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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“Uncle Roy!” the tiny hands clutched the over coat of his uniform tightly as he walked back from his friend's grave. Maes Hughes' daughter stared up at him, her bright eyes over flowing with tears and her little cherubic faced pinched in sorrow. Roy kneeled carefully and pulled the little broken angel into a tight embrace, her mother not a few feet away, being embraced by another state alchemist. She clutched him desperately and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Uncle Roy!” she cried again. “Please, please, bring my daddy back to life! Please! He has a lot of work to do!” Her sobs slowly began to fall on deaf ears as Roy's heart slowly began to crumble even more.

That had happened merely a week ago yet the pain of that question still burned in his chest. The image of Hughes' laughing face floated past him again and he tiredly scrubbed at his eyes. The lights in his office burned against his tired ones and the notes on the page blurred together. He had taken a few days off to research the forbidden alchemy that the Hughes' pride and joy had begged him to perform. No one knew of his plan, only that the news of his comrade's death had hit him harder then anyone had expected.

He sighed heavily and turned off the light. The soft moonbeams streamed in through the windows and ran across Roy Mustang's body as he climbed into bed, his eyes closing tiredly and his mind tried in vain to banish the image of Hughes' pale peaceful face from his mind.

The light spring breeze ruffled through the tree limbs high above him. The sound of children laughing and a dog barking reached his ears. Birds chirped happily above him and his black eyes watched sleepily as they flittered around in the leaves. He sat up slowly and felt a tingle run through him. Turning, he saw the golden head of the Full Metal Alchemist resting in the grass beside him, his golden eye lashes fluttering on his lightly sun kissed cheeks.

“Elisia!” a voice called, and he looked up to see the little four year old laughing and being chased by someone. Roy's eyes widened sharply and a gasp left his lips as Maes Hughes scooped up the little girl and hugged her tightly. The little girl laughed happily as her father proceeded to tickle her and swing her around. He stood slowly and watched the pair as the girl was let down and ran over to him.

“Hey, Roy!” Hughes called walking over. “Have a nice nap?” Roy stared in utter shock and his heart pounded in his chest. Hughes just smiled brightly at him and put a hand on Elisia's head.

“You're… you're alive,” Roy croaked, tears beginning to sting at the corner's of his eyes. Hughes just smiled brightly.

“Of course I am, whatever made you think I wasn't?” he asked. The breeze picked up and blew a few leaves from the tree over head around them. Clouds began to roll in overhead and shadows fell on them. Roy stared in helpless terror as a scream broke out and Hughes' shirt blossomed with blood.

“Maes!” he cried and caught the man before he hit the ground. Elisia clung to her father's hand as Hughes smiled up at him.

“Seeya around, Roy,” he whispered, blood beginning to seep from the corner of his mouth. His voice froze in his chest, as Elisia's screams grew louder. Maes's green gold eyes stared at him and the smile stayed on his lips even as his life poured out of him. A hand clapped over his shoulder and he turned slowly, his eyes meeting the shocked ones of Full Metal.

“Uncle Roy!” the scream came again as Elisia's tiny hands gripped his sleeve. “Uncle Roy, bring him back to life! Please bring my daddy back to life!” He stared into the eyes of Hughes' daughter as tears streamed down her little face. Something swelled within him as his own tears fell onto Hughes' vacated corpse. That something grew the more that Elisia pleaded with him and the more that Ed tried to gain his attention. Slowly, the voices faded into the darkness that engulfed him and the last of his heart crumbled into dust.

Author's note: This was done on request of a friend in memory of Hughes. Please drop reviews and I will get the next part up as soon as I possibly can.