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Trying to Be a Man
A/N: Okay, I've almost got this caught up with LJ. Only one other "cookie" that hasn't been posted here. Then I will start working on the post-fic stuff.
This one is kind of a sad one, but here we have Roy at 16 and Raine at 19. (Sorry, no Ed here. He was 3 an in Risembool)
Trying to Be a Man
He looked in the mirror early that morning, not surprised by what he found. He’d known last night there was going to be a much darker bruise than the one already present, a nice black and blue shiner over his eye. For the sixteen-year-old, it would be a first, but then again, Roy had never felt he desire to hit someone so much as he had his sister’s ex-boyfriend.
Groaning in resignation that there would be no denying what he’d done the night before, knowing that, honestly, his much-to-observant older sister probably already suspected. If not the specific thing he’d done when he’d seen the son of a bitch on a date with someone else, she had to have known he’d been covering something when he had come home last night, trying to keep the slowly swelling eye out of her line of sight.
Roy pushed the door open to his Raine’s room, looking at his sister curled around one of the pillows on her bed. He bit his lower lip as he watched her and tried to ignore the feeling of remorse for her that was slowly welling up in his chest. She’d started sleeping like that after she’d gotten so sick, after she’d lost the baby.
Roy sighed quietly. He would have been an uncle for an entire week if things had gone the way they were supposed to, if Raine hadn’t gotten sick and miscarried, if an infection hadn’t started eating away at her uterus so quickly the doctors barely saved it and her, if her bastard boyfriend hadn’t dumped her as soon as the baby had been lost, if she hadn’t received word from their own father, the chief doctor in the area, that having another child could be risky not to mention difficult.
He looked in his parents’ room, surprised to see their bed empty. He’d known they’d be late getting home, so he hadn’t expected them to be awake at six in the morning. Hell, he wouldn’t have been awake at six in the morning on a Sunday if his eye hadn’t started feeling like someone was putting an icepick through it.
Slowly, he went down the steps of their little townhouse—which was what his mother lovingly referred to the modest rowhouse as—and looked around the little hallway. He’d never hear the end of his black eye if his father or sister saw. Both hated violence of any kind. His mother, who had taught him the finer points of air alchemy, on the other hand had already threatened to use her slight talent at fire alchemy to burn off Raine’s ex’s most private areas for leaving, a threat that was all the more frightening since she wasn’t very skilled at that area of alchemy.
The hall was dark, as were all of the adjoining rooms. Going out to the kitchen, he looked in the fridge for one of the small steaks to put on his eye, knowing he should have done so last night, but wouldn’t have dared to with his sister watching him like a hawk.
With a sigh of relief, he felt the cool of the meat relieve some of the pain.
“I wondered if you’d ever admit you’d gotten yourself hurt, Pyro,” said Raine’s voice from behind him.
“If you knew last night that I’d injured myself, why didn’t you say something so that I could do this earlier?” He said, still holding the steak.
“You’d hardly learn your lesson if I did that.” With his right eye, Roy watched as his sister came closer, putting her cool hand over his and pulling the steak down. “Let’s have a look.” Roy raised his eyebrows, only to hiss in pain. “Don’t look so surprised, Roy.” Her tone was almost unreadable, but he knew she wasn’t angry at him if she was calling him by name. “Not only will it hurt your eye, but I appreciate the gesture, no matter how barbaric or stupid.”
“How do you—”
“Min saw you and let me know what to expect before you’d gotten home.” Tentatively, her cool fingers traced the edges of the bruise around his left eye. “What did you think you were doing fighting him, Roy? A shrimp like you can’t just go taking someone that big on.”
“Stop calling me a shrimp. I had a growth spurt last month.” Despite the fact he’d tried to be “a man” and deal with the bastard the night before, he couldn’t help but inwardly wince at how childish his words sounded.
“You’re still three inches shorter than me, Pyro. You’re a shrimp.” Raine shook her head, picking up a notebook from the table and a pen. “I’ll do a transmutation that will take down some of the swelling and the worst of the bruising.” She scribbled a bit of the alchemy Roy had never really had any talent for, despite the obvious aptitude his older sister had for their father’s art. “Really, it would be easier if I didn’t have to draw this all the time. Just have the basics handy.”
“You’re telling me,” Roy said. “It’s a pain trying to do fire alchemy when you have to find something to create a spark and concentrate on the transmutation.”
Raine smiled at him, laying the paper over his aching eye and performing her magic. Roy barely contained the moan at the easing of the pain. “Better, little brother?”
“Much.”
There was a knock to the door, making both siblings look to one another. “Hopefully that’s Mother and Father,” Raine said. “I’m getting worried about them.”
Following his sister as she went into the hall to open the door, Roy felt unbelievably confused. The last time he’d gotten in a fight, when someone had called him a runt and made fun of him for being able to do alchemy, Raine had lectured him for hours about not sinking down to the same level of the bullies who’d teased him, and that didn’t even take into account the fact that his own parents had expressed their own disappointment in him for hours before.
“Raine Mustang?” A military police officer said, to which she nodded. “I need to inform you of an accident that occurred last night.”
“An accident?” she asked as Roy made his way to her side and grabbed hold of her hand, ignoring his bruised knuckles from the fight the night before. He knew this wasn’t good. At the very least, his parents were hurt. And they were possibly…
“Late last night, a man we believe to be under the influence of large amounts of alcohol was traveling the same road as your parents, swerved into the other lane and struck their vehicle head-on.” Raine squeezed Roy’s hand. “I’m afraid that no one survived the accident.”
“No!” Roy yelled at the man over a head taller than him. “No! It’s not true! No!”
With that, Roy found himself wrapped tightly in his sister’s arms, and despite his best struggles, she wasn’t letting him go.
This one is kind of a sad one, but here we have Roy at 16 and Raine at 19. (Sorry, no Ed here. He was 3 an in Risembool)
Trying to Be a Man
He looked in the mirror early that morning, not surprised by what he found. He’d known last night there was going to be a much darker bruise than the one already present, a nice black and blue shiner over his eye. For the sixteen-year-old, it would be a first, but then again, Roy had never felt he desire to hit someone so much as he had his sister’s ex-boyfriend.
Groaning in resignation that there would be no denying what he’d done the night before, knowing that, honestly, his much-to-observant older sister probably already suspected. If not the specific thing he’d done when he’d seen the son of a bitch on a date with someone else, she had to have known he’d been covering something when he had come home last night, trying to keep the slowly swelling eye out of her line of sight.
Roy pushed the door open to his Raine’s room, looking at his sister curled around one of the pillows on her bed. He bit his lower lip as he watched her and tried to ignore the feeling of remorse for her that was slowly welling up in his chest. She’d started sleeping like that after she’d gotten so sick, after she’d lost the baby.
Roy sighed quietly. He would have been an uncle for an entire week if things had gone the way they were supposed to, if Raine hadn’t gotten sick and miscarried, if an infection hadn’t started eating away at her uterus so quickly the doctors barely saved it and her, if her bastard boyfriend hadn’t dumped her as soon as the baby had been lost, if she hadn’t received word from their own father, the chief doctor in the area, that having another child could be risky not to mention difficult.
He looked in his parents’ room, surprised to see their bed empty. He’d known they’d be late getting home, so he hadn’t expected them to be awake at six in the morning. Hell, he wouldn’t have been awake at six in the morning on a Sunday if his eye hadn’t started feeling like someone was putting an icepick through it.
Slowly, he went down the steps of their little townhouse—which was what his mother lovingly referred to the modest rowhouse as—and looked around the little hallway. He’d never hear the end of his black eye if his father or sister saw. Both hated violence of any kind. His mother, who had taught him the finer points of air alchemy, on the other hand had already threatened to use her slight talent at fire alchemy to burn off Raine’s ex’s most private areas for leaving, a threat that was all the more frightening since she wasn’t very skilled at that area of alchemy.
The hall was dark, as were all of the adjoining rooms. Going out to the kitchen, he looked in the fridge for one of the small steaks to put on his eye, knowing he should have done so last night, but wouldn’t have dared to with his sister watching him like a hawk.
With a sigh of relief, he felt the cool of the meat relieve some of the pain.
“I wondered if you’d ever admit you’d gotten yourself hurt, Pyro,” said Raine’s voice from behind him.
“If you knew last night that I’d injured myself, why didn’t you say something so that I could do this earlier?” He said, still holding the steak.
“You’d hardly learn your lesson if I did that.” With his right eye, Roy watched as his sister came closer, putting her cool hand over his and pulling the steak down. “Let’s have a look.” Roy raised his eyebrows, only to hiss in pain. “Don’t look so surprised, Roy.” Her tone was almost unreadable, but he knew she wasn’t angry at him if she was calling him by name. “Not only will it hurt your eye, but I appreciate the gesture, no matter how barbaric or stupid.”
“How do you—”
“Min saw you and let me know what to expect before you’d gotten home.” Tentatively, her cool fingers traced the edges of the bruise around his left eye. “What did you think you were doing fighting him, Roy? A shrimp like you can’t just go taking someone that big on.”
“Stop calling me a shrimp. I had a growth spurt last month.” Despite the fact he’d tried to be “a man” and deal with the bastard the night before, he couldn’t help but inwardly wince at how childish his words sounded.
“You’re still three inches shorter than me, Pyro. You’re a shrimp.” Raine shook her head, picking up a notebook from the table and a pen. “I’ll do a transmutation that will take down some of the swelling and the worst of the bruising.” She scribbled a bit of the alchemy Roy had never really had any talent for, despite the obvious aptitude his older sister had for their father’s art. “Really, it would be easier if I didn’t have to draw this all the time. Just have the basics handy.”
“You’re telling me,” Roy said. “It’s a pain trying to do fire alchemy when you have to find something to create a spark and concentrate on the transmutation.”
Raine smiled at him, laying the paper over his aching eye and performing her magic. Roy barely contained the moan at the easing of the pain. “Better, little brother?”
“Much.”
There was a knock to the door, making both siblings look to one another. “Hopefully that’s Mother and Father,” Raine said. “I’m getting worried about them.”
Following his sister as she went into the hall to open the door, Roy felt unbelievably confused. The last time he’d gotten in a fight, when someone had called him a runt and made fun of him for being able to do alchemy, Raine had lectured him for hours about not sinking down to the same level of the bullies who’d teased him, and that didn’t even take into account the fact that his own parents had expressed their own disappointment in him for hours before.
“Raine Mustang?” A military police officer said, to which she nodded. “I need to inform you of an accident that occurred last night.”
“An accident?” she asked as Roy made his way to her side and grabbed hold of her hand, ignoring his bruised knuckles from the fight the night before. He knew this wasn’t good. At the very least, his parents were hurt. And they were possibly…
“Late last night, a man we believe to be under the influence of large amounts of alcohol was traveling the same road as your parents, swerved into the other lane and struck their vehicle head-on.” Raine squeezed Roy’s hand. “I’m afraid that no one survived the accident.”
“No!” Roy yelled at the man over a head taller than him. “No! It’s not true! No!”
With that, Roy found himself wrapped tightly in his sister’s arms, and despite his best struggles, she wasn’t letting him go.