Okay, like I said, I would post an actual fanfic rather than a single drabble. So here it is, my first FMA fanfic. It is a prologue because it's possible I will continue the story, and this would be the prologue. Yes, it will be a 12 chapter prologue. Sumthin wrong with that? I suppose there is. Oh well.It is based after the series, so yes there are spoilers. If spoilers scare you and you are afraid they will haunt you at night and eat you, don't read this. If they are your best friend and you luv to huggle and squeeze them to death then go ahead and read. It is sort of an AU fic, so far the only reason for that is when Ed and Al show up, they both have their bodies and are both in this world. So yah. I am afraid my lack of writing before this caused me to write a cheesy-depressing fic. So anywayz, enough of my babbling, read already, unless I scared everyone off. Contains shounen ai.
Chapter 1: Storm
The night was cold, terribly so. The rain fell in heavy torrents to an extreme, a mixture of wind, thunder and lightning accompanying it, only adding to the low temperature and overall feeling of the night.
Roy Mustang looked blandly out of his window at the pouring rain. He had no lights on at this late hour, and he should have gone to bed hours ago. He could hear the clock on the wall nearby. Tick...tock...tick...tock... It has just recently struck the hour, marking it as twelve o'clock. And yet he continued to stare out his window, taking in the cold and the sound of the rain and thunder and flashes of lightning that burned into his vision for long moments afterwards.
Whenever it rained as heavily as this at night, any attempt at sleep would be interrupted by jolting nightmares, tearing him from his bed and setting him in from of this very window with a perfect view of the street, except for on nights like this when the rain was heavy enough to block his view. It had been like this as long as he could remember. There were just too many ways that the rain reminded him of things he'd tried so hard to put behind him.
He was trying to keep his mind and face blank despite the fact he was alone, and to keep all his focus on the atmosphere outside. He absentmindedly ran two fingers across his eyepatch, a habit he had gotten into recently. His ears picked up a noise that was most definitely not one related to the weather outside; was someone trying to open the door? Before he could even stand up, he heard the sound of splintering wood and his door slammed open; he could swear it opened hard enough to dent the wall behind it. He lost his blank stare and his faced switched to a more battle ready one, his hands already reaching for the gloves stowed in his pockets, his army trained reflexes at work. He supposed someone was trying to take out their revenge on him for whatever reason, on this night when it would be impossible to hear or see what was happening at the Colonel's house.
The rain was much louder with his door open, and all he could see in the rain and seemingly far-off streetlights was a dark silhouette. He stood in wait, hand poised at his side, ready to snap. The figure moved painfully slow, stepping once, twice, and on the third step they stumbled slightly, and they were close enough to seen.
Roy felt his body jolt in shock, and suddenly his hands were shaking too violently to maintain in snapping position. Before him stood Brigadier General Maes Hughes. Roy found he couldn't move for several eternal moments. When he finally regained control of his movements, Hughes hadn't moved an inch. Roy suddenly realized that the man was soaked to the bone, his hair mussed and dripping water into his eyes. And his face. One could not describe the look of sheer terror and hollow horror on his face. The Colonel soon found the same feelings beginning to well up from the pit of his stomach upon seeing that look upon his friend's face. His friend who died...
It was hard to think clearly, but the initial surprise had passed and he was able to digest a bit more of what was happening. He was about to step forward to aid his friend, comfort him, find out what the hell was going on, when once again his mind was stopped short.
He was wearing black clothing; Skin-tight sleeveless shirt and shorts. And the red markings... Roy felt his heart drop into his gut and he couldn't breath. His mind melted into chaos. A homunculus? How? When? It wasn't possible! There were so many factors that made this not possible...The time and 'ingredients' it took for a homunculus to gain human shape, the alchemist stupid enough after all this to make one, the look on Hughes' face... He didn't have time to ponder any more than that, because it seemed the person in his doorway was finally moving.
"R-Roy...Please..."
His voice sounded weak and a bit strange, as if he had forgotten how to use it. After hearing his best friend's voice, after all this time, he couldn't help it. The tears began flowing of their own accord, he forgot anything else besides Hughes is alive, he's here, and he needs your help. Mustang ran the few feet to him and wrapped his arms around his soaked body.
"Maes...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
It felt good to be able to say his name again, but he found he couldn't say anything else. Suddenly the larger man's arms were wrapped around Roy, and he fell to his knees, dragging the Colonel with him. Hughes buried his face in his friend's chest and cried like a newborn, his mournful wails filling the night air and draining out the sound of the unrelenting rain.
End Chapter One
Alright, I do have the next ten chapters of this finished, but if at all possible I hope to get some reviews on this first to see just how cheesy it is. Please excuse any grammatical errors, I tried my best! Constructive criticism welcome, as well as meaningless banter as long as it is positive happy-ness meaningless banter.One can never have enough meaningless banter. Flames reserved for the Flame Alchemist.