Pills and Buttons

Do You Love Me?

Time for a game of don't kill the author! I'm sorry in advance

"I-I, ah.." The question had threw Mustang through a loop, catching him quite off guard and stunning him. He was frozen, not sure how to answer. Yes, he did love him but he didn't know how to express it.

"Never mind." Edward smiled, trying to hide his pain. "Let's just get this done with." He used his arms to push himself away from the frozen Colonel Bastard, using his weight to throw himself on the bed. Roy finally snapped out of it, feeling a bit sick.

Roy just couldn't think of anything to say to him, merely standing over him to administer the medicine to his eyes. The gold color seemed dull, even if it was the normal shade he had grown used to seeing on the young alchemist. He grabbed a clean syringe, drawing the clear liquid from its bottle. He tapped the side, making sure to get rid of any air pockets that had found a way in. Edward offered his arm, wrist up, and waited patiently. He flinched when the needle slid into his skin, but held still despite all. The Colonel's hands were gentler than usual, afraid the boy would shatter if he so much as breathed on him. He grabbed his stuff, turning around to make his leave when something was thrown at him. It landed in front of him -- it was his jacket. He looked back at Edward, who had his legs under the blankets and was laying on his side. He faced the wall, not looking at Roy. He sighed, picking the jacket up and draping it over his arm. Disposing of the syringe in the garbage downstairs, he stored the medicine away and put the jacket on. It smelled like the forest and dog slobber and faintly of Ed. He buttoned it up, finding his hat and gloves. He shoved those in his pocket, fitting the hat to his head.

Riza, Sophie -
Take care of Fullmetal. I have a few things I need to do before I can come back. Don't worry, I'm fine. I just want to clear my head and get some work done. See you in...

Roy thought a moment. How long would it take for Edward to forget about the question? Three, four days? He tapped the pen on his lips, the same soft touch reminding him of the several times the two shared a kiss.

See you in a week.

He scribbled a signature, leaving the pen and paper where Riza would see it on the fridge. It was held up by a gun shaped magnet. He took a lighter and stuck that in his pocket along with a Swiss army knife, making his way to the front door. He grabbed his keys, making sure the door locked behind him. Roy dashed to his Charger, sliding into the front seat just as it began to start to drizzle with rain. He watched the drops roll down his windshield, clustering together and crossing paths. He didn't even realize he was crying until he couldn't see the steering column anymore. He wiped at the tears with his sleeve, shoving the key angrily into the ignition slot and turning it. The car started with a hum, not enough to be heard. He backed out, flicking on the headlights before turning and driving down the gravel road. No dust billowed up behind him since the rain killed the dryness. He was gone after a few moments, Riza waking only moments after the sound of his engine faded.

Colonel Mustang drove. He didn't care where and he didn't care how long it took. He eventually had to pull into a gas station to fill his tank, watching as the only other car on the highway pulled in behind him. Roy got out and took off his jacket, tying it around his waist and fixing his pocket watch so it hung as a warning on his belt. He pulled on the fingers of his gloves, fixing the fabric as he inserted his card. It was read and he began to pump his gas. The car behind him sat empty, no one in the driver's seat but the engine still ran. He rose a brow but said nothing, merely filling his tank and replacing the nozzle into the pump. The lights of the store flickered off, the one above him still on. "Better get out of here..." he turned and walked around his car, reaching for the handle to get in.

Roy...

"Hm?" He turned around, the white car behind his deep sea blue now shut off. No one was inside. "Is someone there?" Mustang drew his backup gun, stalking around to the car. The passenger window was open and he glanced inside. Roy didn't dare stick his head in. He only saw empty seats. "By order of the military I command you to show yourself!" His voice echoed through the metal that held the roof up, a hand print pressing itself to the dust covered bar right next to his head. Mustang backed up, seeing no one around the side of the pump.

Did you forget about me?

The faint outline of a body stood in front of him, blood still dripping from dagger wounds. His glasses were askew, his eyes blank canvas. Hughes was forever pinned in a frown. "Maes..." Roy backed up into the white car, now seeing someone walking out of the dark store front. The girl had a cane, tapping it on the ground. The boy beside her hadn't seen Roy yet so he snuck over to his car. Maes followed, not seen by either teen. Mustang got in his car, Hughes passing through the passenger side to sit in the seat.

"How's being dead?" Roy asked light heartedly, avoiding the ghost's glazed over gaze. "Sorry, insensitive."

Go back to him, Roy. Mustang looked at the ghost, unsure if he was seeing any of this or if his mind was feeding his vision delusional scenes of advice. You'll regret driving this car any further. Roy shook his head, clutching his hair in tight hands.

"I need to clear my head, Hughes." Clear your head, my ass. Mustang snorts, Maes laughing lightly with him for a moment. He misses you, I thought you would want to know. "So, if you're the angel on my shoulder, where's the devil?"

Maes opened his mouth to speak before sighing and getting out. Some words hung in the air even after he was long gone. Go any further, and you'll find your devil.

I'm a dead author, aren't I? Well, play "White Silence" at my funeral and put me in a dark red suit.