After the Fall: Chapter 9 (Roy x Ed)
Title: After the Fall, Chapter 9
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- (PG-13 for this chapter)
Warnings: The story goes somewhat AU after the end of episode 25 in the anime. I am still sort of keeping to canon events.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to their creators, not me.
Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!
As much as Roy tried to keep the suprise off his face, he couldn't. He had overheard Ed and Al talking about thier teacher in hushed, fearful tones in the past. But this woman than had somehow invaded his inner sanctum hardly looked like the type to be feared. She wasn't particularly tall, or strong, and she seemed to have a terrible cough. But he knew full well, after being in charge of the Fullmetal Alchemist for several years, that big things can come in small packages.
"May I help you?" Roy plastered the familiar, knowing smirk on his face, the face he wore when he was dealing with someone he would rather not, but he didn't really want any of his feelings to show through his mask of smugness.
"This doesn't concern you." The woman pointed to the two boys that were still huddling
together in the frame of the doorway, faces frozen in fear. "You two. Come here." Ed's feet were frozen in terror, but it was far scarier for him to not obey his teacher. He somehow plucked up the courage somewhere to step forward, through the doorway and into the room, moving closer to the hulking form and the small, strong woman.
"I beg to differ, ma'am." Roy said, raising his fingers slightly, thumb and middle finger already pressed together, at the ready. He tried not to let the annoyance of this woman barging in and not listning to him show on his face. "This is my office that you barged into. Anything of the goings on inside of it concerns me."
"It is okay, colonel." Ed tried to diffuse the situation with a nervous chuckle. "This is Izumi, and her husband, Sig. She is our teacher." Roy, somehow, had forgotten the almost 7 foot tall hulk of a man that was pressed into the room as well. Despite his size, he was as quiet as a mouse.
Roy took a quick look around. Fuery had his hand off the phone, but he, Breda, Falman, and Havoc were still standing, dumbfounded, not sure what to do about what was going on. Hawkeye had her hand on the handle of her gun. It was still in the holster, but he was more than satisifed that she could retrieve it fast enough if needed.
"Perhaps, we should go elsewhere, teacher?" Al finally chimed in to break the opressive silence. If a 7 foot tall hunk of armor could look like it was sweating, he would have at that moment.
To the relief of everyone in the room, Izumi untensed her body, standing up straight. A smile crossed her face. "Yes. Let's." was all she said. She walked to the door, nonchalantly grabbing the braid of Ed's ponytail and dragging him backwards after her. Al followed quickly behind, trying to keep the screaming teenager from falling over.
When the room was quiet again, and everyone was able to breath again, Roy chuckled. He sighed loudly and looked over. Hawkeye's hand- now rather white knuckled- came off of her gun and back to her side.
"Well, what the hell was that about?" Havoc asked, smirking.
Roy smiled and took his glove off of his hand. "I am not really sure, but I am going to have a serious talk with Fullmetal later about this." He walked back to his office and closed the door, putting the glove back in its accustomed drawer. "If that psycho doesn't kill them both first." he muttered, staring at the stack of papers on his desk. He rubbed his temples. His headache apprantly wasn't going to get any better today.
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When 1700 hours rolled around, and nobody had heard from Edward yet, most of the people in the office didn't think much about it. Those boys had always been pretty good at losing themselves in the library, staying until they either fell asleep and/or were kicked out by the staff at closing time.
Most of the crew left right at the top of the hour. Havoc claimed that he had a date, but Breda, who left with him, seriously doubted it. Fuery, like a puppydog, followed them loyally as they headed out for the night.
Hawkeye stayed behind for a few minutes, wondering why the Colonel wasn't leaving at the first moment that he was able to, as usual. Roy made a lame excuse that he had work to finish, which actually wasn't much of an excuse at all. He had been worried about Ed all afternoon, and had been procrastinating even worse than usual, if that was even possible.
Eventually, Hawkeye had to leave. She couldn't forget that Black Hayate needed to be fed and walked. She didn't want any "presents" waiting for her, like the last time that she had to work late.
"Just promise me you won't sleep here at the office, like you did the last time I left you alone." Hawkeye said. The rest of the sentence didn't need saying: 'When you got the news about Hughes' death'. She didn't get a responce, just a noncommital shrug an a grunt. She sighed softly and exited his office for the night, closing the door behind her.
Roy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. His mind wandered back to the showern that he and Ed had shared just that morning, and a twinge of regret formed, knotting the pit of his stomach. Had he scared Ed away? Had he been too forceful? Would he even see Ed again? Should he have let those two boys be drug away by that psychotic woman? They seemed okay with her, even if they had been a little spooked. But he swore, if that woman harmed one single hair on Edward's head, then he wouldn't be as forgiving as he had been to that train hijiacker years ago- the first time he and Ed met.
He opened his eyes, very surprised to see his fingers had reflexivly gone into the state of ready, his finger and thumb together, bare skin to bare skin. Just thinking about protecting the young man that he had almost come to care for made him ready to run through the fires of hell.
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A gentle touch. A soft caress. Hands moving through amber locks, like wheat in a cornfield. Lips press to lips. Soft groans. Two bodies moving like one. A dance of sheer pleasure. No words need to be spoken. Just live in the moment. For the now.
For the boy.
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"Sir." No responce.
"Sir!" A gentle shake. No responce.
"Colonel Mustang, sir!" She shook him harder, and got a little responce, a grunt and a slight shifting of his body. A few more moments of shaking and Mustang awoke with a sputter, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his well-wrinkled blue sleeve.
"So I guess I can't expect you to keep your promises, sir?" She stared down at him, giving him a slight smile. He blinked, taking a moment to process what she said through his still groggy mind.
"Did.. we hear anything from Ed?"
Hawkeye didn't outwardly show her surprise at Roy calling Edward by such an informal name. It was usually Fullmetal, or at least Edward. Suspicions lingered inside her mind, but she shook them away, filing them in the back of her mind, for the moment at least.
"No sir, not yet."
"Send Ross and Bloch down to the library to check if they snuck in. Also, tell Havoc to ask around and see what he can find out. Have Fuery monitor the radio traffic. Report back to me if you get any leads." For a moment, Hawkeye stood still. She eyed him, and he stared back at her, his deep onyx eyes boring into her chestnut brown orbs. He wasn't sure if it was curious suspicion that he caught in her gaze, a gaze that he was sure that would melt a lesser man, or something more. "Is there a problem, Lt. Hawkeye?" Roy asked, frustration evident in his tone.
"No, sir." She saluted.
"Good, Carry on, Lt." He saluted back.
"Yes sir. She turned sharply on her heels and left, closing the door of the office behind her.He sighed and pulled a note that had plastered itself on his forehead when he fell asleep the night before.
"Ed, come back. I miss you."
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- (PG-13 for this chapter)
Warnings: The story goes somewhat AU after the end of episode 25 in the anime. I am still sort of keeping to canon events.
Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to their creators, not me.
Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!
As much as Roy tried to keep the suprise off his face, he couldn't. He had overheard Ed and Al talking about thier teacher in hushed, fearful tones in the past. But this woman than had somehow invaded his inner sanctum hardly looked like the type to be feared. She wasn't particularly tall, or strong, and she seemed to have a terrible cough. But he knew full well, after being in charge of the Fullmetal Alchemist for several years, that big things can come in small packages.
"May I help you?" Roy plastered the familiar, knowing smirk on his face, the face he wore when he was dealing with someone he would rather not, but he didn't really want any of his feelings to show through his mask of smugness.
"This doesn't concern you." The woman pointed to the two boys that were still huddling
together in the frame of the doorway, faces frozen in fear. "You two. Come here." Ed's feet were frozen in terror, but it was far scarier for him to not obey his teacher. He somehow plucked up the courage somewhere to step forward, through the doorway and into the room, moving closer to the hulking form and the small, strong woman.
"I beg to differ, ma'am." Roy said, raising his fingers slightly, thumb and middle finger already pressed together, at the ready. He tried not to let the annoyance of this woman barging in and not listning to him show on his face. "This is my office that you barged into. Anything of the goings on inside of it concerns me."
"It is okay, colonel." Ed tried to diffuse the situation with a nervous chuckle. "This is Izumi, and her husband, Sig. She is our teacher." Roy, somehow, had forgotten the almost 7 foot tall hulk of a man that was pressed into the room as well. Despite his size, he was as quiet as a mouse.
Roy took a quick look around. Fuery had his hand off the phone, but he, Breda, Falman, and Havoc were still standing, dumbfounded, not sure what to do about what was going on. Hawkeye had her hand on the handle of her gun. It was still in the holster, but he was more than satisifed that she could retrieve it fast enough if needed.
"Perhaps, we should go elsewhere, teacher?" Al finally chimed in to break the opressive silence. If a 7 foot tall hunk of armor could look like it was sweating, he would have at that moment.
To the relief of everyone in the room, Izumi untensed her body, standing up straight. A smile crossed her face. "Yes. Let's." was all she said. She walked to the door, nonchalantly grabbing the braid of Ed's ponytail and dragging him backwards after her. Al followed quickly behind, trying to keep the screaming teenager from falling over.
When the room was quiet again, and everyone was able to breath again, Roy chuckled. He sighed loudly and looked over. Hawkeye's hand- now rather white knuckled- came off of her gun and back to her side.
"Well, what the hell was that about?" Havoc asked, smirking.
Roy smiled and took his glove off of his hand. "I am not really sure, but I am going to have a serious talk with Fullmetal later about this." He walked back to his office and closed the door, putting the glove back in its accustomed drawer. "If that psycho doesn't kill them both first." he muttered, staring at the stack of papers on his desk. He rubbed his temples. His headache apprantly wasn't going to get any better today.
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When 1700 hours rolled around, and nobody had heard from Edward yet, most of the people in the office didn't think much about it. Those boys had always been pretty good at losing themselves in the library, staying until they either fell asleep and/or were kicked out by the staff at closing time.
Most of the crew left right at the top of the hour. Havoc claimed that he had a date, but Breda, who left with him, seriously doubted it. Fuery, like a puppydog, followed them loyally as they headed out for the night.
Hawkeye stayed behind for a few minutes, wondering why the Colonel wasn't leaving at the first moment that he was able to, as usual. Roy made a lame excuse that he had work to finish, which actually wasn't much of an excuse at all. He had been worried about Ed all afternoon, and had been procrastinating even worse than usual, if that was even possible.
Eventually, Hawkeye had to leave. She couldn't forget that Black Hayate needed to be fed and walked. She didn't want any "presents" waiting for her, like the last time that she had to work late.
"Just promise me you won't sleep here at the office, like you did the last time I left you alone." Hawkeye said. The rest of the sentence didn't need saying: 'When you got the news about Hughes' death'. She didn't get a responce, just a noncommital shrug an a grunt. She sighed softly and exited his office for the night, closing the door behind her.
Roy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. His mind wandered back to the showern that he and Ed had shared just that morning, and a twinge of regret formed, knotting the pit of his stomach. Had he scared Ed away? Had he been too forceful? Would he even see Ed again? Should he have let those two boys be drug away by that psychotic woman? They seemed okay with her, even if they had been a little spooked. But he swore, if that woman harmed one single hair on Edward's head, then he wouldn't be as forgiving as he had been to that train hijiacker years ago- the first time he and Ed met.
He opened his eyes, very surprised to see his fingers had reflexivly gone into the state of ready, his finger and thumb together, bare skin to bare skin. Just thinking about protecting the young man that he had almost come to care for made him ready to run through the fires of hell.
__________________________________________________________________________________
A gentle touch. A soft caress. Hands moving through amber locks, like wheat in a cornfield. Lips press to lips. Soft groans. Two bodies moving like one. A dance of sheer pleasure. No words need to be spoken. Just live in the moment. For the now.
For the boy.
_______________________________________________________________________________
"Sir." No responce.
"Sir!" A gentle shake. No responce.
"Colonel Mustang, sir!" She shook him harder, and got a little responce, a grunt and a slight shifting of his body. A few more moments of shaking and Mustang awoke with a sputter, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his well-wrinkled blue sleeve.
"So I guess I can't expect you to keep your promises, sir?" She stared down at him, giving him a slight smile. He blinked, taking a moment to process what she said through his still groggy mind.
"Did.. we hear anything from Ed?"
Hawkeye didn't outwardly show her surprise at Roy calling Edward by such an informal name. It was usually Fullmetal, or at least Edward. Suspicions lingered inside her mind, but she shook them away, filing them in the back of her mind, for the moment at least.
"No sir, not yet."
"Send Ross and Bloch down to the library to check if they snuck in. Also, tell Havoc to ask around and see what he can find out. Have Fuery monitor the radio traffic. Report back to me if you get any leads." For a moment, Hawkeye stood still. She eyed him, and he stared back at her, his deep onyx eyes boring into her chestnut brown orbs. He wasn't sure if it was curious suspicion that he caught in her gaze, a gaze that he was sure that would melt a lesser man, or something more. "Is there a problem, Lt. Hawkeye?" Roy asked, frustration evident in his tone.
"No, sir." She saluted.
"Good, Carry on, Lt." He saluted back.
"Yes sir. She turned sharply on her heels and left, closing the door of the office behind her.He sighed and pulled a note that had plastered itself on his forehead when he fell asleep the night before.
"Ed, come back. I miss you."