One-Shot: Dead or Alive
genre: angst, romance, drama, hinted shounen-ai
series: Hagaren, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hagane no Renkinjutsushi, FMA
disclaimer: I, Hakai, don't own these characters. Beware bad writing skills!
word count: 601
summary: Hm... was written for a fanfic challenge on devART. I wanted to tweak it and clean it up a bit though, since the contet ended. l0l. Please read and give me your feedback, input, and corrections.
btw, it's supposed to make you think... but I still want it to be a little understandable. also, I haven't actually re-read it since I first wrote it... there's probably stupid errors in it ^^;;
devART version can be found here. if anyone cares to look there... l0l
Dead or Alive
On any other day the steamy bowl of soup from his favorite diner would have been more then tasty. With it’s freshly chopped vegetables and just a hint of spices from the East. The warm broth sliding down his throat whilst the cool winter air nipped at his cold finger, both the automail one and the flesh one, would have warmed him inside and out.
But this wasn’t any other day. On this day the usually comforting aroma of potatoes and carrots cooked into a richly flavored broth was nothing but dull, bitter, and bland.
Edward Elric felt empty. But it had nothing to do with the fact that his chilled fingers refused to pick up the even colder metal spoon and force his parched lips to sip the once delicious bisque. It was… how had that one woman put it? As if someone had ripped his heart from his chest. But rather then fully dying, as he felt he should have, he was very much still there. There and with a hole in his chest where his heart ought to be.
Why should he, the infamous Fullmetal Alchemist, be sitting at his favorite table, outside his favorite restaurant, with his favorite soup before him, be feeling like this? He asked himself staring at the bowl of once steamy vegetable soup.
Edward leaned forward unto the white clothed tabletop until he felt and heard the hollow sound of his head hitting wood.
The young alchemist chanced a glance across the street. He frowned as his eyes fell upon a certain Flame Alchemist. He supposed he should have expected Roy to be in the area. After all, headquarters wasn’t too far away. But what he hadn’t expected at all, not today anyways, was Roy’s gaze turning in his direction. Ed’s eyes shot open. Had he had the will to, he would have turned to see if perhaps, by coincidence, there was some pretty brunette behind him Roy was eyeing. But Ed knew for a fact that no one would be crazy enough to dine outside the restaurant in this chilly weather, save him.
Ed couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips in a pitiful attempt at a smile. He couldn’t believe it. After all that had happened, was Roy actually looking this way.
Roy smiled as he waved almost energetically making his way across the nearly empty streets. Edward slowly lifted his head off the table. His smile grew as he began to run his human hand through his tangled hair. By the time Roy had made his way to his side of the street, Ed’s hair had been neatly finger-combed and tied into a careful braid. Ed locked eyes with Roy as his own smile grew only wider. Roy smiled too.
“I love you,” he said running a hand through the blonde’s fine hair. “Alphonse.”
Alphonse Elric smiled as he leaned into Roy’s gentle touch. But something wasn’t right. Alphonse had the feeling of eyes on his back. As if they were being watched. Quickly he whipped around. But no one was there. Just the restaurant he and his older brother always used to eat at, when Ed had still been around. He chanced a glance at their old table in the corner. Except for a forgotten bowl of vegetable soup, it was empty.
“Is something wrong, Al?” Roy asked concerned. Al smiled before shaking his head and gently lacing his fingers through Roy’s. Together the two made their way to home.
The colonel could die. Die and join him in the depths of the underworld. For all eternity.