KissMeDeadlyT-T: Awwwright! So, last night, I was extremely hyper and bored at like three AM and I was looking through my fics to see what I should be finishing and whatnot and saw that some people had asked for a sort of sequel to this where Ed and Roy share that they're gonna get married. *dies* Well, I came up with this. In like... half an hour. :D It's kind of... stupid, but eh. ME GUSTA.
So yeah, this is the SEQUEL. Aw yeeeyahhh. Thanks to the person who reviewed anonymously and gave me the idea for a part of the conversation. :D You said you wouldn't ask for another chapter, but heck! Here's one anyway.
I don't own! Enjoy and review, pleasee~
We must have looked like a silly, cheesy newlywed couple as we walked back to Winry's house, both of us smiling widely and holding hands as the sun began to set and the air started to get chilly. Of course, since we were us, we kept bickering and insulting each other, which I guess ruined what could have been a romantic moment. Still, I couldn't remember ever being this happy for a long time.
It was as we were approaching the front door of Winry's house that I began to feel nervous, my heart suddenly beating too fast and my throat too dry. I swallowed and stopped walking. Roy, holding my hand, felt me stop and paused. He looked back, black eyes worried.
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head. "I was just wondering… should we keep the rings on? I mean, I don't care if they know. I just… well, Winry." I made a face, rolling my eyes. "You know." I fiddled with the ring on the fourth finger, unable to help the smile that creeped onto my face again. Just looking at it made me want to jump and scream and generally do stupid girly things.
Roy turned to face me. "We can take them off, if you're not ready–"
I gave him a sharp kick to the shins, and he yelped. "Damnit, Mustang. I said I don't care." I stuck my nose up in the air, suddenly feeling like I had to prove it. "Let's just go in like this. If they notice, they notice. If not, oh well, we can tell them when Winry is not in the near vicinity of a wrench."
Roy did the little snort-eyeroll-scoff thing he always does when I amuse him. He rubbed at the shin I kicked with his other foot and said, "Okay, whatever, Ed. Let's go, then. We've already been gone forever, they're probably wondering."
"What's our lie going to be?"
How thick is he? I crossed my arms irritably. "What are we going to tell them we were doing? We're not going to go in and say 'Oh hi guys, sorry we took so long we were just fucking over past that hill there, what's for dinner?'"
Roy raised an eyebrow and grinned. "We couldsay that. I'd love to see Winry's reaction." He started walking towards the house, still grinning hugely, and I panicked.
"No!" I yelled, running after him. I jumped onto his back, latching on, and bit the top of his head. "If you go in there and say that I will kick your ass so hard you will lose your virginity all over again! And plus, the only way you'll ever be able to get any from me is if you resort to necrophilia, because Winry will just have a freak out and chuck a wrench at my head."
He laughed, resettling me on his back so that it was more of a piggy back than an Edward Elric just got terrified and latched onto your back like a koala thing. "Don't worry. I wouldn't actually do that. I do have some decency, you know."
"I seriously doubt that sometimes," I muttered under my breath, chomping on his head one last time for good measure. He nudged his elbow back into my ribs, and I cursed. "Fuck. I'm sore as hell and you think you can just beat me, bastard?"
"Stop biting my head."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine."
"Kiss it better."
For a moment, I just stared at the back of his head. I tried to ignore how we were right in front of the front door and Roy's hand was turning the handle. "Fine," I muttered again, pressing my lips softly to his hair.
I couldn't see him smile, but I could tell he was. He set me down, gently, which was a good thing because otherwise I might have fallen over from the jolt of pain that shot up my spine. I winced and held onto his sleeve for a moment, waiting for it to pass. He chuckled, letting the door fall closed behind us, and smirked. I looked up at him, glaring defensively.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he murmured as he bent down to my level to plant a quick kiss on my forehead. My cheeks heated up. "It's just that you'll make a wonderful wife."
"I'm not a girl, you bastard," I growled, pulling him back down for a real kiss. I can't even stay annoyed at him right now. My heart was pounding so hard it was making me dizzy, and so I slid my arms around his neck, boosting myself up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He grunted from the sudden weight, but didn't break the kiss, and I was beginning to get sort of worried we might need to leave again.
Just as I was about to break away and gasp that we needed to go somewhere private, there was a loud metal clunk to the left, and then an awkward "Umm, keep it PG, yeah?"
I immediately jumped away from Roy, face heating up. "A-Al–"
Al seemed to be looking anywhere but at us. "Okay, um, I know what you guys do and stuff, but pleasefor everyone's sake, keep it behind locked doors."
I shut my eyes and tried not to die of embarrassment. "Right," I whispered, covering my face with my hands. Oh, floor? About now would be a great time to open up and eat me.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Al said, "Well… Granny is making dinner, and me and Winry are sitting in the living room looking at old photos… Do you guys want to come?" He paused, then added slowly, "I mean… if you're not… busy."
If being embarrassed could cause you to die, I would have fallen over dead at that exact moment. I barely managed to mumble an affirmative, but luckily Roy was as calm and unperturbed as ever.
"We're not busy."
Al seemed awkwardly relieved. "Uh, okay. Good. Actually, I need to ask Ed something. In private."
Roy nodded, wandering off. I wondered vaguely how he managed to be so unbothered by this. Al made a vague throat-clearing sound once we were alone in the doorway, and I stated at his feet, unable to make myself look up.
"I just…Uhm, look, this really isn't any of my business, but… the Colonel is good to you, right?"
"Well… yeah. I mean, he's an asshole, but he's…yeah." Like hell I can talk to my little brother about this! "He's good to me," I finally managed to get out. "Why?"
"I don't know. I was just wondering…you're happy?"
I thought about that. Sure, Mustang was generally a dick, but he never did anything to hurt me, he held me when I cried, helped me when I was weak and loved me when I was afraid to let anyone in. My stomach did something funny. "Happier than I've been since I got your soul back," I said, once again avoiding his gaze. I fiddled idly with the ring on my left hand.
"Good." Al sounded relieved. "I was just—" He suddenly made a sharp gasping sound, which caused me to start and state up a him. He was staring at my left hand, his glowing red eyes seeming to grow impossibly wide.
"Ed… is that…"
My face heated up again and all sorts of girly and ridiculous emotions had my heart pounding. I quickly walked past him, towards the living room, managing to throw him a watery smile and a small, "Are you coming or what?"
"Edward!" I heard him say exasperatedly, but I was already hurrying into the living room. I was not shy about this whole marriage thing. …At all. I just… I mean, it was weird. I had no problem with it, in fact I loved it, but it just felt so foreign I didn't really know how to go about telling everyone without having a nervous breakdown.
When I got into the living room, Winry was sitting on the couch, and Roy was sitting on the high-backed chair nearest the entrance. I figured Al would be sitting next to Winry, so I flopped down into the chair across from Roy, the only other available seating area. He met my eyes, and smiled, and through the butterflies and pounding heart making me want to break down in tears, I managed to grin back at him.
"Ed, you're here! Finally! I just showed Roy this picture, do you remember?" Winry held a small photo my way, and I leaned over to grab it, being careful not to put too much weight on my butt in the wrong way. I looked at the picture and couldn't help but laugh a bit.
It was when we were younger, before any of our parents died and before we knew what we'd be going through in the next few years. At the house Al and I burnt down, Winry, about five, Al, four, and me, five, were sitting on the kitchen floor, holding wooden spoons and evidently banging on pots and pans to make music. The picture brought such strong memories and aching for that time that I found myself yearning to go back in time and change this all. I quickly shook my head and blinked away tears, handing the photo back to Winry with a watery grin. Today was such an emotional day, it was all I could do not to cry and crumble to the ground and laugh all at the same time.
"Yeah, I remember," I said. "Al wanted to be the singer and kept crying when you said he couldn't be the singer because he had cooties. Remember?"
Winry giggled as Al clunked into the room, protesting through laughter. "I didn't cry!"
"Yes you did!" Winry and I shot back at the same time. Winry's laughter faded, and she leaned back with a sigh. "Man, times have really changed, huh?"
"Tell me about it," I mumbled, sneaking a peek at Roy. He seemed amused, listening to us talk and reminisce, and my heart squeezed. I guess some good things came out of everything that happened– Like him. Winry caught me staring at him and smirked.
"Yeah. Once upon a time, we actually thought Ed was straight!" She elbowed Al, and he snickered. "Remember then?"
"Oh, yeah. Seems so long ago."
"Ha-ha," I said sarcastically, unable to keep myself from grinning. "There's this little thing you two should do called fuck off."
"Language!" Granny reprimanded from the kitchen. I stuck my tongue out on her general direction.
"Sorry," I called, rolling my eyes.
Roy chuckled a bit. "She's right. You should work on toning that down, Ed."
"I respect this guy," I heard Granny mumble to herself. I snorted. Alright then.
"You know better than anyone that's not going to work," I said, setting my chin on my automail hand and waving the other one at him. "I tried, I failed. Oh well. Don't like it, don't listen, and while you're at it, find me a fuck to give, will you?"
Roy was rolling his eyes and about to answer me in his adult-strict voice as though I was a child (which I guess I am compared to him, but no!), but the sudden absolute silence from Winry and Al interrupted me. It was louder than any sounds they could have made. I looked over at them. Winry's jaw was hanging open and Al was looking at my hand again.
"I knewI saw it–!"
"Oh…" Winry gasped. "Ed… when…" She stood up, her eyes wide. She looked at Roy. "Is that—is it—?"
Some part of me had been hoping she wouldn't notice. If it had been just Al, fine. He isn't likely to freak out like Winry is. Her eyes suddenly became very wet and I felt mine beginning to do the same.
"Is that what I think it is?" she finally asked, covering her mouth with her hands.
I seemed to have forgotten how to speak, so I looked desperately to Roy for help. He was slightly pink. "What do you think it is?" he asked. How on earth can he sound so calm, let alone speak at all?
"Engage…engagement ring…" Her voice was a papery whisper.
"Is it true?" Al asked, sounding awed. "Ed? Colonel?"
Somehow, I managed to find my voice. "Yeah," I ground out, shutting my eyes. It seemed easier this way, so that I didn't have to see their ecstatic faces beaming in disbelief at me. I heard the chair beside me slide closer, and then a cool, familiar scent enveloped me, and I buried my face into Roy's shoulder, trying not to cry. Why do people cry when they're happy?
Winry let out a noise similar to air escaping a balloon. "Seriously?"
"Yes," Roy said, and then suddenly, we were both attacked into a vicious group hug. Winry blubbered and sobbed in my ear, whispering things I couldn't make out, laughing and crying in disbelief. Al just sat on his spot on the couch, looking at us, and I met his glowing eyes.
They seemed to be brighter than ever, and I could tell that if he could, he would be smiling.
"So… brother… does that make Roy an Elric or make you a Mustang?"
Before I could even open my mouth, Roy cut in with a cool smirk. "Well, I am much manlier than Ed, so it only makes logical sense that Ed takes my name. We live in a patriarchal country, after all."
I punched his arm with my automail, hard enough that I knew it'd leave a nice black bruise. His wince of pain made me feel satisfied, but I still wanted to punch him. "Being a bastard doesn't make you more manly, you piece of crap! Who's the guy who's always sitting on his ass in his office while I'm out there kicking ass and blowing shit up?" I paused dramatically, kicked at his leg, then yelled, "Right. You!"
"Oh, shut up. You wouldn't be able to live a day in my life. Your patience and attention span are far too limited."
"My—Fuck you! You'd be dead before three seconds on one of the missions you send me on!"
"I survived the war of Ishbal." He raised his eyebrow as if this meant he won. I glowered at him.
"I survived having two limbs taken and nearly bleeding to death, countless attacks from the Homunculi, Scar, zillions of explosions, drinking milk, being on a train as it crashed and fell of a bridge, countless—"
"Wait." Winry interrupted my little spiel, and when I looked over at her, her blue eyes were wide. She seemed to be thinking hard.
"Roy… Mustang?" Something dawned on her, and she jumped to her feet. "Your last name is Mustang?" she all but screeched. Her hand was sitting on the handle of the wrench in her pocket. I suddenly felt very nervous. After all of her crying and squealing earlier, I would have thought she was out of energy, but clearly that wasn't the case.
Roy smirked, like the bastard he is. Sometimes I wondered why I put up with him, then I remember I love him. Why… I couldn't tell you. "Yeah. Colonel Roy Mustang."
Winry let out an inhuman sounding wail. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alphonse running away as fast as his armor would allow, leaving me alone with a smirking Roy (who I was going to killlater) and Winry, whose eyes were sparkling in a terrifying way. I wanted to scream for Al to come back, but he was long gone.
It was silent for a moment, and then, I tried to flee. I was almost at the door when something hit me hard from the back and tackled me to the ground. I tasted blood and started to fear for my life when I looked back and saw Winry, bridged over me. If I really wanted to, I could kick her off and make a run for it, but I know she'd get me back my like, fucking with my automail one day or something.
Swallowing, I said weakly, "Hi."
"Why didn't you tell me his last name was Mustang?" she screamed, bringing her wrench down fast. I flinched and prepared for the blow, but it stabbed the floor next to me, making the wood splinter and crack.
This may very well be the day I die. "W-Winry—"
"Shut up!" she cried, wiping furiously at her nose, which I noticed was gushing blood. "Edward Elric, I will kill you, I will kill you, kill you, why didn't you tell me!"
What was Roy doing while I was getting interrogated and possibly sentenced to death? I peeked over Winry's sobbing shoulder, and he was sitting there on the couch, smirking and watching like the asshole cocksucker fucking bastard he is. I sent him my best glare.
Winry was now viciously stabbing and hacking at the floor centimetres away from my head. "I get all those jokes now, I can't believe it, oh my God—" She suddenly stopped, her breath hitching and a fresh spurt of blood coming from her nose. My heart was pounding. Maybe I wouldn't die today!
Almost robotically, she stood up, stomping hard on my stomach. I groaned and curled up in the fetal position, happy she had decided I wouldn't be dying today, and watched her walk over to Roy. He was looking nervous now, fingers twitching and inching towards his gloves that he kept in his pocket. Something inside of me smirked meanly. Karma the bitch wants you to suck her dick, motherfucker.
"Roy Mustang," Winry said, so calmly and quietly it was more terrifying than if she'd screamed it.
"Yes?" he responded. His voice was level but it was slightly shaky.
I watched from my position on the floor as she bent close to his ear, put her hands on his shoulder, and said, so quietly I could barely hear, "You are to tape the first night of your honeymoon and have it sent to me, do I make myself clear?"
The look of absolute shock on Roy's face must have rivalled the one of dread and mortification on mine. I wanted Roy to protest like the good husband that he really wasn't, but instead, a slow smirk curled his lips. He smiled brightly at Winry.
"Of course. Via speed mail?"
Winry grinned. "Oh, yeah."
They were evil. Pure evil. I was standing up, getting ready to run out the front door and never come back, when Winry suddenly appeared at my shoulder. She tapped her wrench on my head, rougher than necessary, and smiled down at me, an innocent, sweet smile that I knew now was hiding an evil, cruel and demonic mastermind.
"Edward?" she said sweetly.
"Yes?" I whispered back, dread prickling up my spine.
Her sweet grin turned evil. "Ride that Mustang."
KissMeDeadlyT-T: The end! :D Hope you enjoyed it and thanks again to uhmm... the person who anonymously reviewed this fic with the suggestion of how part of their conversation went down. I stol'd it :3
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I looked over it but I might have missed some.
Please review! Thank you for reading this miniature blurb that I enjoy to call a sequel!