The Beauty Of The Broken

Roy the Flame Alchemist

~if u can't tell this chapter is about Roy. Yea that stupid but cute man. But Edward is cuter *whispers* cuz he's shorter. Anyway have fun ~

-obviously in Roy's pov-

The moment I saw her I wanted to laugh. Maybe it was the way she seemed so cute and innocent or the way her eyes glistened in the darkest room.

"Hi." She spoke up and she smiled. She was 8 and I was 10. She looked so harmless.

"Hi." I looked at her and she was still smiling. But something was wrong with her. Something was off.

Maybe it was her smile. Or did she have something in her teeth? Nope. It was the pain in her eyes that only someone who had felt that pain could see.

It was that moment I knew if I had asked she would have cried. But just thinking about it made her cry. She busted out in tears and cried.

"Are you ok?" I asked and she ran to me and buried her head into my chest. I don't know what I felt but it was warm.

"I'm sorry." She wiped her tears and I saw blood on her hands. What did it come from? What happened?

And instead of her crying she smiled. And I fell. I fell to the red stained ice.

"I'm sorry but if this didn't happen... You would get stronger than me." She said and walked away. I don't remember her face but her voice. Her voice is familiar.

I know that girl. Is she someone I work with. Or is it someone I run into everyday. I know that voice too well.

"I'm sorry..." Her voice echoed through my mind. Was it y/n? It can't be. Not her.

"Colonel." Y/n said and I snapped out of my daze. Speaking of her... It has to be y/n in my dream.

"Yes?" I looked and y/n looked a bit off like that girl. Was it the smile she always wore? Was there something wrong with her hair today? No it was the eyes... The eyes of a killer. Like that little girl.

"What do you have for me?" She asked and I looked around.

"Nothing but I want to talk with you." I pointed to a nearby couch. I signed and she looked at me.

" did you happen to try and kill a boy when you were 8?" I asked and y/n's face had never seen so frightened and hurt in my life. She sadly nodded yes and my eyes widened.

"I tried to kill a Boy who was stronger than me and I didn't want that. Mom always told me that he would become the most important person of all other than the golden boy. So I tried to kill him. But I failed." Y/n looked at me and she looked upset.

"I'm the boy." I said and showed her the scar on my back where her blade once was.

Maybe it was the way she was hurt but didn't cry. Or maybe the way she didn't smile till the next day. But it was y/n who was afraid of one person surpassing her and becoming better. Even though she will always be better than me. Ranking doesn't matter.

Y/n will always be stronger than me.