Ed and Roy: A Tale of Love
God Save the King
A/N: First off, allow me to say that I shall try to wrap up this story. I'm not sure if some of you realize but it's been taking, what?, at least FOUR years to write all of this. I daresay times were easier when I was in high school and writing all the time as opposed to now -sigh- Anyway, I want to THANK ALL of you for sticking by me! I have more stories to come out and for sure they'll be shorter than this one but I'll lose none of my spice :] I think oneshots/twoshots make people happier and they are a helluva lot easier for me to write. BTW, I decided to give Brad a last name and I recently remembered Hoenhiem's first name xD Sooo yeah.
Summary: Edward's dream relationship hasn't quite turned out the way that he'd imagined; battered and broken, lying in the hospital, what's to come of our poor Ed? Just how will the Elric's feel? Not only that but what's Mustang's plan in all this and how will Bradley take it when the heat gets turned way up? Will justice prevail for our pair of wounded heroes? Let's find out then!
Warnings: Um…Cursing, vulgar language, possible violence, anger management issues, maybe angst…Mood swings? Not really too sure there….
Bradley pushed open the door to the hospital and pulled up a chair to sit beside his best friend who was still in the hospital. The 'King' had heard somewhere that 'sandbox love never dies' and although he had never truly loved anyone, the senior was gazing at Archer like he was scared that the guy was going to disappear. He grasped the other man's hand and was rubbing small circles along Frank's somehow smooth palms.
"What the hell, man," Archer was able to say though he winced as he spoke and he only moved his lips, since his jaw was all but sealed shut. "I'm not some woman. Just tell me if you took care of that punk ass bitch," Frank asked, turning to give Bradley a look that would have turned anyone to stone.
"Oh it's taken care of all right," Brad stated proudly, puffing out his chest as he laughed. He smacked his knee a couple of times in his enthusiasm and nearly had to wipe tears of joy from his eyes. "We've got it all on video. I've got a couple of our people to copy the original so we can send it out to Mustang's step daddy." He paused here to see what Frank's reaction would be and when all he got was an arched brow, he continued. "Of course, our faces aren't visible and the sound will be adjusted so our voices will be different."
"Did you have fun with him, Brad?" Archer asked, turning both of black and blued eyes away as his voice dropped a bit.
"Look, it was necessary! If Roy hadn't been spreading his legs for anyone to screw him, none of this would've happened!" the King ended up on his feet and he was shouting. He let out a huff of air and then rubbed his forehead. "Either way, once that vid gets out, I'm sure Van Hoenhiem will go after Mustang, since he knows the crowd that that boy used to run with." Brad said, nodding his head as if he didn't fully believe his own words.
"I hope you're right. Let's just hope that you thought this out enough. Greed can't get you out of everything." Archer said in a tired tone, turning to look away from the other man. "Now get the fuck out, I'm going to sleep." He ordered and Bradley, not one to ever take an order, bit back his retort and stood up to leave with a scowl on his face.
What's better? Pain... or death? It would have to be death, as strange as that sounds. Death was quieter, more peaceful. Calm. Quiet. All there is with pain is the soreness all over, the pounding of the head that felt like the brain was trying to escape from the skull. Breathing was hard and even the slightest movement would spread a spark of discomfort, of aching. But Death.. ah there was no noise, no dissatisfaction. No waves of pain so intense that it spread to the very tips of fingers and toes. This was pain at it's worst, the Achilles heal that once broken, very rarely ever healed. It wasn't pain of the body, oh no. It was the heart that was cut, uprooted. The soul itself takes a blow and begins to crumble unto itself.
Death was certainly more peaceful...
"Edward? Sweetie, can you hear me? It's Mom," Trisha spoke softly, caressing her first born son's forehead and gently pushing back several stray strands of golden hair. Her dark eyes roamed her sons face and before she could stop them, the tears brimmed in her eyes and then spilled down her cheeks. Van put his arms around her then and made her turn to face him.
"I swear, the best doctors are taking care of him, Trish," the tall man spoke consolingly, running his hand up and down her back. The worry that both parents felt was nothing compared to Al was taking it. He was sitting in a chair beside his unconscious brother, rocking back and forth as he shook his head from side to side, unable to believe that his strong, older brother could have something so horrendous done to him. For the first time in his life, Alphonse was angry. Not just mad but furious. Whoever did something like this deserved to be shot! Suddenly, Al's cell phone began to buzz and he took a quick glance at the number but he didn't know whose it was. Licking his dry lips, the brunette answered it.
"Yes?" His eyes widened as a voice spoke and explained some things. Al glanced from his parents, to Edward, to the door of the hospital room. His heart beat began to race faster and he nodded. "Yeah, I can get there," he muttered and then ended the call, standing up and trying to slink past his Mom and Dad but Hoenhiem spotted him.
"Alphonse? Where are you going?" the older man asked, arching a golden brow at his second son.
"To the bathroom," Al lied, which was unusual for him since he was a terrible liar but at a time like this, his untruth was flawless.
"Hurry back, son," his father said with a slight nod and Alphonse left as fast as his legs could carry him. He went in the direction of the bathroom but then circled around to get to the elevator. He pressed the call button and then waited, pacing between the elevators as he waited for one to stop. Finally the bell dinged and the doors of one finally opened to reveal someone with a smirk on their face getting off. Once those dark eyes landed on Al, somehow the younger brother knew that this person was bad news.
"Hey, Al," Brad stated with that sneer on his face, walking past the boy and toward Edward's room. Al was trying to decide where he knew that man from but the memory was just out of reach. He shrugged and then got on the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby. Once the doors opened again, he took off, running for the exit. Alphonse knew that his school wasn't too far from here so he decided not to wait for a bus, instead he ran the whole way to the high school and sprinted through the entrance, ignoring the looks and shouts he got from the guard Envy.
"Ms. Curtis! Ms. Curtis!" Alphonse shouted, pounding on the door to the Dean's office. He was slamming his fist against the door for all he was worth and it was answered hastily by the woman whose face was very stern as she looked at Alphonse Elric.
"Yes, what is it, kid? I'm in the middle of-" was all she was able to get out before Al interrupted, repeating what Roy Mustang had told him to say.
"Bradley Kimblee hurt my brother! Edward's in the hospital!" The younger Elric shouted, tears streaming down his face as his chest heaved up and down from having run here. "You need to come to the hospital before Brad shows up-" Alphonse stopped what he was saying mid-track and a look of horror crossed his face. "I think he's there already! He's gonna hurt them! We need to get there with police!" Al added before breaking into sobs and Izumi's own surprised face snapped into professional mode. Al didn't have time to think of why Mustang had told him to get this woman and the principal up to the hospital, he was too hysterical. He didn't even notice when Ms. Curtis picked up the phone and dialed, snapping orders into the receiver.
The 'King' had a full name though only his closest friends knew it because Brad hated his name. It was just strange. Bradley Zolf Kimblee. Sure it had a certain ring to it but the senior much preferred his nickname. He strolled casually down the fifth floor, having just come from the third where Frank was. Brad had a switchblade in his back pocket, the one him and his father had used on poor little Edward. His hands were in his pockets at the moment so the doctors and nurses couldn't see the brass knuckles that he wore. Brad continued on, knowing that the shrimp's room couldn't be too far away after seeing the younger brother in the hallway.
"I wonder if Roy will be able to live with himself after I get finished," he muttered to himself, slipping into an empty room as he saw the Elrics leaving the room to let Edward 'rest' and to go look for Alphonse. Bradley grinned, knowing full well that Edward had probably been sedated to ease the pain from what had been done to him. Besides being raped, they had also beat the kid, whipped him and bound his wrists and ankles. The tape they had recorded was only two hours long but Greed and Brad had used Edward all night, for at least twelve hours. Not only that but they'd also let a few other men of the club have a turn for a negotiated price.
Once out of eyesight, he stealthily slunk back out of the room and wandered into Edward's. He shut the door then and locked it before striding over to the bed, cruel eyes looking at the still boy's form. He reached out and slid a hand up Ed's leg and surprisingly, it made Edward jump, his eyes snapping open and he turned golden eyes full of fright to look at his tormentor. A cry of 'NOO!' was about to leave his lips but was caught in his throat as Brad's big paw of a hand covered his mouth. Ed tried to fight but he'd been strapped into the bed since he had had a fit when the doctor's got near him.
"Nnnn! Nnn!" He cried out, trying to bite the hand, the fingers anything. The feeling of helplessness spread through him and made him fight harder, making the wounds on his thighs re-open and the bandages that covered them stained red. The machine that monitored his heart rate was beeping erratically as Ed's pulse went from a steady 70 bpm to over 95. Brad knew he would have to make this quick and so used his free hand to reach into his back pocket for the knife. He opened it with a click and Edward's golden eyes widened and he shook his head, kicking his legs uselessly. Suddenly there was pounding on the door and Van Hoenhiem's voice was yelling something inaudible, a few other voices joining in to the cacophony. Brad let out a growl of frustration and lifted the six inch blade above his head, not even caring that he was going to get caught red-handed. Edward closed his eyes tight, going still as he waited for the strike.
A loud slam then an even louder bang went off, like a gunshot. Ed's eyes fluttered open in shock at the sound and he was able to see Brad's stunned face as those dark optics looked down at his own chest, where there was a small hole that was bleeding profusely. Bradley only had time to scowl before he fell over sideways, dead before his lifeless body hit the floor.
"Damn, nice shot, Hatake!" The Captain Itachi Uchiha said, nodding his head in approval from the hallway. Roy Mustang was in the hall too along with the Detective Kakashi Hatake. The dark haired man, Itachi, was Roy's cousin. Mustang's aunt had married a Japanese man with the last name Uchiha and gave birth to two sons. Roy didn't really get along with either one of them but this was the first time that he'd used his family ties to the police for his own personal use.
"Killing someone is never a good thing, Captain,"Kakashi said coldly and cowled at the compliment. He put his pistol back into his shoulder holster before turning mismatched eyes of grey and blue to his Captain. He said not a word to his superior as he left the hospital room, taking Mustang to the side to talk to him. Itachi figured that Kakashi was still mad because of what happened last week and decided not to say anything as he went over to examine the body of the man named Bradley Kimblee. That last name... it was well known in crime circles. A man who had donned himself 'Greed' was the drug lord of a district not too far from here and if this boy shared the same last name as that man then there was something fishy here. The Uchiha pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and took the knife that was still clutched in the teenager's hand, sliding it into an evidence baggy. He went through the pockets of the deceased and found the brass knuckles. There was also a picture of Itachi's cousin Roy Mustang having intercourse with the boy who lay in the hospital bed. The Uchiha slipped that into his chest pocket so as not to embarrass the Elric family or his cousin.
Standing up, he went over to the boy Edward and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Was the first question he asked, though once Ed was up to it he would be interrogated for information.
"I-I think so," the blond stated with a raspy voice, tears streaming from his eyes. "I.. I.. h-he.. r-raped me.." Edward stuttered, pausing between words as sobs came out. "Gr-greed.. all of it.. t-their fault.." he managed to get out before Itachi shook his head.
"Hush now. Get some sleep. You've been through a lot, Edward," Itachi stated rather gently and he stood up, leaving the room so that several nurses could go in and remove the body, also moving Ed's room to another one with tighter security. The Captain sighed, shaking his head because he was feeling somewhat guilty for what had happened between him and Kakashi. Be that as it may, the Uchiha went to talk to boy's parents to see if he could gleam some more information.
"How did you know something was going to happen?" Kakashi Hatake asked Roy, his expression grim. He hadn't had to shoot his gun in years.
"I didn't. I just wanted my cousin to get here so he could question Edward once he woke up," Mustang said with a shrug, the panic that he'd felt when Edward's door was locked only now beginning to abate.
"Did you know the boy that was shot?" The Detective inquired.
"Yeah. He's my ex-boyfriend," Roy muttered in a quiet tone though Kakashi heard him just fine.
"Is there any reason why he would target Edward Elric?"
"...It's complicated." Mustang uttered, looking at his feet.
Before Detective Hatake could ask another question, Alphonse was heading back to the hospital room followed by the dean Izumi Curtis, the head of security Alex Armstrong, and the stern-looking Principal. His eyes widened, seeing the badges that the two strangers wore and he could tell immediately that they were cops. Before anyone could say anything, the Captain stepped forward and held his hand up for attention.
"This area is now a crime scene," he began and everyone listened intently. "Detective, go to the morgue and get the deceased body's fingerprints. Afterward, meet me back at the precinct. You, security guard-"
"Armstrong at your service, sir," said the big man with a salute as Kakashi slunk off to find where Brad's body had been taken to with a 'yes, sir!'.
"-yes, Armstrong, stand outside Elric's door and make sure no one, NO ONE, save hospital staff are allowed inside." Itachi turned his hazel eyes toward the remaining people that stood there. "The rest of you are coming down the precinct where we'll be able to discuss things privately." Everyone went into motion then, following the Captain outside to the police cruiser. The dean and the principal rode in the back seat while Roy got to sit up front with his cousin but there was no joy being inside this cop car at this moment. Mustang kept checking the rear view mirror where Hoenhiem was driving with Trisha and Alphonse.
"Now Roy, do you care to tell me how you've gotten mixed up in the Homonculi's business?," Itachi asked, looking at his cousin sternly. In the crime world, the gang that called themselves the Homonculi were people that just couldn't be reasoned with. The Captain, as an officer knew this but maybe this was the break in the case that was needed to put them all away for a very long time.
"Well..." Roy began, "it all started back in sophomore year..."
A/N: SPECIAL THANKS TO: I love Malfoy as a ferret, Roy Mustang 08, Emily-Kun, Akira Muratake, Hasuko, kiiroi yumetobu, Seeker Zenn, xRandomosityx, Zion, Just-Lynn-10310, Mystykat, stripesim, yaoininja, xLacri, VadMustang, Ed Fullmetal Alchemist, FMA-SN-fan, DarkOne90000000000, AAJ Edward, korama, Sordid, Evil Pixies Are Yummy, Sir Shirkin, Vixyfox, FMA Al Lover, catwwoman47, fuu09, obsession14-c, VermilionValentine, QuitexSoul, PhantomBoo, Modern Sherlock, Bar-Ohki, lost cause331, Classical-Shit, Sutemi, Rachel L. M., Xpectashauns, miyabi-sama, DN-Lover, secret25, Kirai Toko, 30sec2mars, Manifestation of A Storyteller, MizuYousei, theflamefangirl, and last but certainly not least: UnluckyTeddyBear13!
Words cannot express the gratitude I have to you all for being there! All of you have been there from the beginning to now since every single one of you now reading this has most likely read all the way from Chapter One! THANK YOU GOMEN NASAI MERCI BOUCOUP GRACIAS GRAZIE!
On another note, I've decided to mix in Kakashi Hatake and Itachi Uchiha, as portrayed in one of my Naruto AU fics titled I've Got You Covered where the aforementioned ninjas are cops instead. :] Yeah. You read that right. Officers of the law! Ha! Anyway, go read it if you wish there's two chapters over there of GOOD citrus and a little bit of noncon!
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