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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
24
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5,208
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55
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Your Father
A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews. I can't guarantee anything, but maybe suggestions will get plot bunnies going.
Okay, this one's entirely dialogue again.
Your Father
“I hated your father.”
“So did I. Big deal. There’s a lot to hate about the man. The stealing bodies, philosopher’s stone, Envy…”
“But I hated him before I knew that.”
“So where does this come from?”
“You made your little confession to me. Here’s mine: I hated your father.”
“Somehow, that doesn’t seem to have the weight behind it as me telling you I hated you. But… if you want to call that a confession…”
“It is. I hated your father so damned much. First of all because he was impossible to find and benefit my career.”
“Ladder climber.”
“Shrimp.”
“Bastard.”
“Oh shut up for a minute. Thank you. Then, I learned to hate him more the day I met you.”
“The day you ‘met me’ met me, or saw me unconscious in the bed.”
“Unconscious, because I knew you wouldn’t have been in that state if you’d have had guidance. But then, once I had you under my command, I hated him for the fact that he made you have no respect at all for authority figures.”
“Right, because the authority figure wouldn’t want to think he was the reason I had no respect for him.”
“Can I continue, or do you need me to pull you up closer to me because it’s so hard to hear from down there and don’t feel the need to interrupt me?”
“I’m not the one going deaf from old age, you geriatric military dog.”
“I hated your father because it left the void he’d created for me to fill for you and Al. I didn’t mind having to step in for Al, but as you grew up, I didn’t think you’d ever stop seeing me as a father-figure.”
“Oh, I thought you said you were more like an uncle, something about being ‘too young’ to be my father.”
“Ed.”
“Oh, fine, continue.”
“And I despised the look of hurt and mistrust you had because of his abandonment. I never wanted to see you hurt like that. Half of our arguments to date have been from me trying to protect you from that kind of hurt, and he was the one I knew there was nothing I could do anything about or ever could have.”
“You have a serious hero complex, Roy Mustang.”
“Maybe, but I have to save my—”
“Call me a damsel in distress, and I’m not going to be the one resembling a woman.”
“…”
“You haven’t corrected me. You were going to call me a damsel in distress, weren’t you?”
“Never.”
“Fuhrer Bastard, were you going to call me a damsel in distress? Where are you going? Mustang! Get your ass back here and tell me the truth!”
Okay, this one's entirely dialogue again.
Your Father
“I hated your father.”
“So did I. Big deal. There’s a lot to hate about the man. The stealing bodies, philosopher’s stone, Envy…”
“But I hated him before I knew that.”
“So where does this come from?”
“You made your little confession to me. Here’s mine: I hated your father.”
“Somehow, that doesn’t seem to have the weight behind it as me telling you I hated you. But… if you want to call that a confession…”
“It is. I hated your father so damned much. First of all because he was impossible to find and benefit my career.”
“Ladder climber.”
“Shrimp.”
“Bastard.”
“Oh shut up for a minute. Thank you. Then, I learned to hate him more the day I met you.”
“The day you ‘met me’ met me, or saw me unconscious in the bed.”
“Unconscious, because I knew you wouldn’t have been in that state if you’d have had guidance. But then, once I had you under my command, I hated him for the fact that he made you have no respect at all for authority figures.”
“Right, because the authority figure wouldn’t want to think he was the reason I had no respect for him.”
“Can I continue, or do you need me to pull you up closer to me because it’s so hard to hear from down there and don’t feel the need to interrupt me?”
“I’m not the one going deaf from old age, you geriatric military dog.”
“I hated your father because it left the void he’d created for me to fill for you and Al. I didn’t mind having to step in for Al, but as you grew up, I didn’t think you’d ever stop seeing me as a father-figure.”
“Oh, I thought you said you were more like an uncle, something about being ‘too young’ to be my father.”
“Ed.”
“Oh, fine, continue.”
“And I despised the look of hurt and mistrust you had because of his abandonment. I never wanted to see you hurt like that. Half of our arguments to date have been from me trying to protect you from that kind of hurt, and he was the one I knew there was nothing I could do anything about or ever could have.”
“You have a serious hero complex, Roy Mustang.”
“Maybe, but I have to save my—”
“Call me a damsel in distress, and I’m not going to be the one resembling a woman.”
“…”
“You haven’t corrected me. You were going to call me a damsel in distress, weren’t you?”
“Never.”
“Fuhrer Bastard, were you going to call me a damsel in distress? Where are you going? Mustang! Get your ass back here and tell me the truth!”