2 Alphabet Drabbles (Mustang/Hughes, friendship) Y and Z
Well guys, this is it. This is the last of the alphaber series. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. I am very proud of the last few, and I hope you enjoy Y and Z.
Feel free to read other fics that I am working on: 12_fics (Havoc x Mustang), 55_themes (Mustang x Hughes) and "The Seed of the Fire" (Havoc x Ross)
Title: Y is for Yesterday
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Angst-ridden
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Yesterday.
Yesterday I buried my brother in arms.
Yesterday he was here, annoying me on the phone, rambling on about something or another that had to do with his wife and daughter, and the next day I was standing at his gravesite, watching the coffin being lowered into the freshly dug earth with dozens of friends and fellow soldiers beside me.
Yesterday I had to wake up early, and don my best military uniform- complete with all the medals that I won for slaughtering the innocent women and children in Ishbal. I wore the cap that I hated because it pushed the bangs that I kept forgetting to get trimmed down into my face and tickled my nose. And I had to don the black slash that went around my shoulder- the sash that indicated a fallen solider.
Yesterday I had to become a wooden solider, holding back my emotions like the good dog of the military that I was supposed to be, even though my heart was breaking every time that Elysia asked her mom where her daddy was or why he wasn’t busy working.
Yesterday, I stood at his grave and told him how stupid it was that he promised how he would push me towards the top- helping me at my goal of becoming Fuhrer one day, and here he was- shot dead and outranking me. And Hawkeye, my ever faithful Hawkeye, stood by me- and waited for me finish talking to a man whose voice I would never hear again.
Yesterday, I went home and poured myself the oldest whiskey that I had, and drank, and cried, and drank some more. I finally broke down where no one would see me. I was tired of being the stone faced colonel, always cool in the face of pressure. I was alone once again, and I missed my best friend.
Today, what’s left of my life will start again. I still have to get up. I still have to put on the military uniform, and I still have to go to work. I will put up my stone façade and pretend that I am fine, pretend that a small part of me wasn’t just ripped away from flesh and bone, rendering me inert and helpless.
Such will be my life for many tomorrows to come.
Title: Z is for Zeal
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Cute, future AU RoyAi
Zeal.
I never had much of a zeal for life. Sure, when I was young, there were things that would get me excited- seeing a frog in the grass, getting praised for doing a good job, or years later, the thrill of seeing my flame alchemy work for the first time.
But the Ishballan massacre changed all of that.
The horrors that I saw there- the nightmares that haunted my dreams, the women and children that died at the snap of my fingers, erased my zeal for life.
For years, I was nothing but a hollow shell of myself. I did my job, and did it well, but that was only because I wanted more than what I had. I wanted to become Fuhrer so I would never have to see another young soldier lose that zeal for life- the sparkle in their eyes, the excitement of knowing that they were doing their jobs for the good of their country, and their fellow man.
In that desert hell hole, everything was taken from me, and that feeling of happiness and passion faded away even further. I lost my best friend, I lost my chance to become Fuhrer, and I lost a part of myself, both literally and figuratively.
And just when I thought that there was nothing else for me to lose, I found the one thing that had been with me all along. One woman who had protected my back. One woman who had been there at the absolute worst times of my life, picking up where my brother in arms had left- when a single bullet cut him down.
I never figured out what I had, until I almost lost that as well. She nursed me back to health, both my eye, and my heart. We had respected each other as soliders and came to depend on each other as friends, but there was more, much more.
I had always been jealous of how much zeal, how much passion and enthusiasm for life, the world, and his family that Maes Hughes had until it wasn’t there any more. I never thought that I could match that man in his lust for life.
Years later, when the country was once again a peaceful place to live, I married the woman who had been my rock for so long. I had been anchored firmly to her, although it took me way too long to figure it out. I was happy with her. Our lives were permanently intertwined, and the zeal for life slowly started to come back to me.
And then, our daughter was born. She was so tiny, so perfect. The way she smiled at me, and held my finger with her miniscule hand simply made my heart melt.
All of a sudden, I knew how Maes had felt- all those times that he had been bugging me about his wife, or telling me about the most seemingly unimportant things that his daughter had just done- like the first time she threw up on him while he was feeding her.
And I cried. I cried for the perfect bundle of joy that I had cradled, sleeping, in my arms. I cried for my wife, who lay beside me, sweating and exhausted, but resting comfortably after a long night’s work. And I cried for my best friend, whose beaming face I could picture in my mind- my brother in arms who would never get to tell me “I told you so” about having a family of my own.
Feel free to read other fics that I am working on: 12_fics (Havoc x Mustang), 55_themes (Mustang x Hughes) and "The Seed of the Fire" (Havoc x Ross)
Title: Y is for Yesterday
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Angst-ridden
Author's note: I got this idea from clinicly8insane who got the idea from h_mania. So I want to thank both of them.
Yesterday.
Yesterday I buried my brother in arms.
Yesterday he was here, annoying me on the phone, rambling on about something or another that had to do with his wife and daughter, and the next day I was standing at his gravesite, watching the coffin being lowered into the freshly dug earth with dozens of friends and fellow soldiers beside me.
Yesterday I had to wake up early, and don my best military uniform- complete with all the medals that I won for slaughtering the innocent women and children in Ishbal. I wore the cap that I hated because it pushed the bangs that I kept forgetting to get trimmed down into my face and tickled my nose. And I had to don the black slash that went around my shoulder- the sash that indicated a fallen solider.
Yesterday I had to become a wooden solider, holding back my emotions like the good dog of the military that I was supposed to be, even though my heart was breaking every time that Elysia asked her mom where her daddy was or why he wasn’t busy working.
Yesterday, I stood at his grave and told him how stupid it was that he promised how he would push me towards the top- helping me at my goal of becoming Fuhrer one day, and here he was- shot dead and outranking me. And Hawkeye, my ever faithful Hawkeye, stood by me- and waited for me finish talking to a man whose voice I would never hear again.
Yesterday, I went home and poured myself the oldest whiskey that I had, and drank, and cried, and drank some more. I finally broke down where no one would see me. I was tired of being the stone faced colonel, always cool in the face of pressure. I was alone once again, and I missed my best friend.
Today, what’s left of my life will start again. I still have to get up. I still have to put on the military uniform, and I still have to go to work. I will put up my stone façade and pretend that I am fine, pretend that a small part of me wasn’t just ripped away from flesh and bone, rendering me inert and helpless.
Such will be my life for many tomorrows to come.
Title: Z is for Zeal
Author: SeaweedOtter
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Cute, future AU RoyAi
Zeal.
I never had much of a zeal for life. Sure, when I was young, there were things that would get me excited- seeing a frog in the grass, getting praised for doing a good job, or years later, the thrill of seeing my flame alchemy work for the first time.
But the Ishballan massacre changed all of that.
The horrors that I saw there- the nightmares that haunted my dreams, the women and children that died at the snap of my fingers, erased my zeal for life.
For years, I was nothing but a hollow shell of myself. I did my job, and did it well, but that was only because I wanted more than what I had. I wanted to become Fuhrer so I would never have to see another young soldier lose that zeal for life- the sparkle in their eyes, the excitement of knowing that they were doing their jobs for the good of their country, and their fellow man.
In that desert hell hole, everything was taken from me, and that feeling of happiness and passion faded away even further. I lost my best friend, I lost my chance to become Fuhrer, and I lost a part of myself, both literally and figuratively.
And just when I thought that there was nothing else for me to lose, I found the one thing that had been with me all along. One woman who had protected my back. One woman who had been there at the absolute worst times of my life, picking up where my brother in arms had left- when a single bullet cut him down.
I never figured out what I had, until I almost lost that as well. She nursed me back to health, both my eye, and my heart. We had respected each other as soliders and came to depend on each other as friends, but there was more, much more.
I had always been jealous of how much zeal, how much passion and enthusiasm for life, the world, and his family that Maes Hughes had until it wasn’t there any more. I never thought that I could match that man in his lust for life.
Years later, when the country was once again a peaceful place to live, I married the woman who had been my rock for so long. I had been anchored firmly to her, although it took me way too long to figure it out. I was happy with her. Our lives were permanently intertwined, and the zeal for life slowly started to come back to me.
And then, our daughter was born. She was so tiny, so perfect. The way she smiled at me, and held my finger with her miniscule hand simply made my heart melt.
All of a sudden, I knew how Maes had felt- all those times that he had been bugging me about his wife, or telling me about the most seemingly unimportant things that his daughter had just done- like the first time she threw up on him while he was feeding her.
And I cried. I cried for the perfect bundle of joy that I had cradled, sleeping, in my arms. I cried for my wife, who lay beside me, sweating and exhausted, but resting comfortably after a long night’s work. And I cried for my best friend, whose beaming face I could picture in my mind- my brother in arms who would never get to tell me “I told you so” about having a family of my own.