Drabbles

[baroqueangel]

I entered prompt 10 on Fma_fic_contest, the prompt was Trace and I ended up with 3 ideas (only idea 2 actually had the correct word count). I didn't place but it was only my first time posting there and those who did win were brilliant. I decided to show my other 2 ideas now that the winners have been anounced. I hope you like them XD


Title: Scent (Idea 1)
Pairing/Characters: Al, Roy/Ed
Rating: PG 13
Warning: Implied yaoi – does that need a warning??
Words: 354
A.N: A group of drabbles inspired by the same prompt. The prompt was ‘Trace’ and it was supposed to be within 100-250 words but I think I failed that 2 out of the 3 times XD

He opened the front door, a smile covered his face. It was his first ever pay day and he was so happy and proud of himself, he wanted to celebrate. As he shut the door behind him he scrunched up his nose, finally noticing the new scent that pervaded the air.

Ever since he had gotten his body back he had noticed that it seemed to have heightened senses, he could pick up any trace of a smell no matter how faint. Right now he could smell…aftershave? It definitely smelt like some sort of aftershave, mixed with…smoke perhaps. There was something else too, a trace of something he had never smelled before.

Sighing, he began walking towards his brother’s room, sure that he would be somehow to blame. More than likely he had created a new array that had gone wrong and he hadn’t bothered to air out the flat. Also, he had probably done a runner to try and avoid him so that he wouldn’t have to help clear up his own mess.

As he approached Ed’s room though he began hearing noises, muffled cries and whimpers. Fearing that maybe his brother was injured and unable to call out for help he quickly raced to open the door, completely ignoring the part of his brain that was telling him that he should just turn around, for the sake of his own sanity if nothing else.

“Brother, are you o…k?” The question died on his lips as he was confronted with a sight he wouldn’t have even come up with in his nightmares. On the bed, entangled together, were two very sweaty alchemists, two very sweaty NAKED alchemists!

“Uh…I…should…oh dear!” Al turned around and pulled the door closed behind him, he began walking back to the front door, mentally trying to shake loose the image of his brothers horrified face, Mustang’s smirk and…other things that were just plain ‘do not want’.

As he left the flat altogether and headed for the nearest bar, he wondered just how much alcohol it would take to remove all trace of the last 10 minutes from his mind.

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Title: Search (Idea 2)
Pairing/Characters: Roy, mentions of Al and Ed.
Rating: G, Is that the one that’s suitable for all??
Warning: None (unless angst counts)
Words: 194
A.N: I actually managed one that was less than 250 words, I can’t believe I had so many problems with the word count!!

He had searched everywhere, looked high and low, he’d had teams of men scouring the underground city for days allowing them only enough time to eat and rest briefly before he was sending them back down.

He had found the place Alphonse had spoken of, the dance hall or theatre, whatever it was it didn’t really matter. He had seen the blood stain from when Ed had died, before Alphonse had brought him back. The array Ed had then used to bring back Alphonse was still stark white upon the ground.

There was no way he had just vanished, it didn’t happen. Everyone was somewhere and there would be a trace of him, all he had to do was look. He had let Ed down before; he would not let him down now. If it took him forever he would find him.

The golden eyed alchemist was not dead! He would never believe that no matter how many times his people told him it must be true, no matter how many times they argued with him about it, he would not believe. He would bring Edward home; all he needed was that first trace.

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Title: The promise (Idea 3)
Pairing/Characters: Maes, Roy.
Rating: Again with the suitable for all (I don’t know what is wrong with me)
Warning: None (unless angst counts)
Words: 481
A.N: I think I read one like this a while ago but I can’t remember. I love the idea though.

He watched as Roy lifted yet another drink to his lips, powerless to stop his friends self destructive behaviour. The look in Roy’s eyes was not the one he remembered, the one Roy had worn since Ishbal. That look had burned with a fire, a desire to get to the top and change things no matter what it took. That look had gone, replaced with eyes that no longer burned; instead they looked slightly deader than he had ever seen them before.

Of course, he had promised to help by pushing him from below. He hadn’t kept his promise. It wasn’t his fault, maybe he could have done things differently but the question was would he? Yes, he missed his dear Gracia and most especially his little princess Elysia but he had done what he needed to do. Envy had just been an unforeseen complication.

“Maes, you promised.” The sudden sound in the silent room had startled him from thoughts of his daughter and all the pictures he could no longer take. “You promised to push me from below, you lied.” His heart could have broken at the sound, so much pain was in that voice but there was something that gave him a glimmer of hope. There was an edge of strength in there too, Hughes could almost see the wheels turning, and even as Roy drank himself to oblivion he was plotting his next move.

“I’ll find them Hughes. I’ll find whoever killed you and they will burn and then…then I’ll finish what we started. I promise you this.”

Hughes smiled as he watched Roy down the remainder of his drink and put his glass on the table before rising a little unsteadily to his feet. He needn’t have worried, the fire was still there in Roy’s eyes, it had just dimmed a little while he grieved. There wasn’t a trace of uncertainty in his friend anymore; in fact he was sure that if he gave him a few days he would be back to his scheming ways, fighting even harder to reach the top.

Maes smiled, Roy was fine, he could go now. As he slowly faded leaving just a Cheshire cat grin he whispered a new promise, a promise he could keep.

“You can do it Roy, I know you can. I’ll keep on pushing you, I promise.” He let his words slip almost silently into the room before even his grin faded into nothingness.

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Roy turned when he reached the door, a feeling of being watched strong in his mind. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he swore he’d heard someone whispering behind him. Shrugging his shoulders he smiled, the feeling had gone but it had left a trace of hope within him and there was only one person that could do that.

“Goodbye my friend. I’ll see you again…someday.”

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