Drabble - The Meal

[baroqueangel]

Title: The Meal
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: bad cooking, unintentional sap
Words: 770
Summary: Ed contemplates his sanity
A.N: Written for NaNo, I have no idea what I was thinking >.> I didn’t know where to start when I sat down to begin NaNo so I just started typing and let it go wherever it wanted. Free writing is fun and it gets some interesting results too. Once I’d finished all it needed was some editing to make it sound at least a little readable and here is the end result. I put it down to listening to the voices too much :P

There are days I wonder what exactly goes on in my head. People call me crazy and I always refute those claims but sometimes I have to wonder. I mean, just look at my choice in men. I’m hot, I’ve got a great body, nice hair, a good job, I could pretty much have anyone I wanted but instead I decide to stick with him!

He’s not bad looking, in fact he’s quite hot himself but still there are things about him that just don’t really scream ‘fantastic partner’. In fact most of my, well our, friends were telling me that I could do better and that I should just start seeing sense, drop the bastard and find someone more worthy of me.

To be honest after hearing that for the fiftieth time I did start wondering if I’d made a mistake, if I’d chosen the wrong person to fall in love with but then that’s just it, you don’t chose who you fall in love with and somewhere between all the screaming and arguing and sarcasm I’d done just that, I’d fallen in love.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know that this sounds all kinds of sappy but I can’t help the truth. He makes me happy, of course he also infuriates me. He makes me laugh, he’s also made me cry. He understands me, almost as much as he doesn’t. We can have actual conversations, as well as screaming matches.

We are the perfect opposites but at the same time the perfect pair. I know the bastard has a reputation, he’s a lady’s man, can’t be trusted, a different woman every night but then all it is is a reputation. That doesn’t make it true! I know all that talk was just lies, a cover to hide his true intentions, to keep his informants safe. We’ve talked about it a few times, mostly because I was having trouble understanding and coming to terms with the fact that he was just as much a loser with the ladies as Havoc is.

I’m not much better than him though. I have my own reputation, not about the same things but still, people talk and that usually means that other people suffer for it. I’m the alchemist of the people, the people’s champion and doesn’t that title sit heavy with me. It means that to other people I’m supposed to fight against my military bosses in the search for equality. Which in turn means that being seen with the bastard in a social setting gets me dirty looks from the people that believe I’m wrong to be out with him.

Never mind, we face it head on and take what comes. If the people no longer see me as the people’s alchemist then so be it. If people no longer see him as a womaniser that’s all for the better.

This is all sounding like really mushy stuff and yes I seem a bit crazy to be saying it but this is not why I wonder about my sanity. I wonder about my sanity on days like today when I’m sat at the kitchen table with food in front of me cooked by Roy that looks like he tried to cremate it before serving. And the even crazier part is that I’m actually considering eating it.

I know that it’s probably at least a little edible, he can cook after all he’s just been busy today and was rushed but still, has the man never thought of take-out? It’s easy, you just pick up a damn phone!

This must have seemed like hard work though and the easier option was just to turn the cooker up to full power to cook the food faster instead. It looks terrible and the smell is not too appealing either, it’s been a while since I smelled a mass amount of garbage, probably the last time Roy sent me off on a stupid mission, but that smell is so distinct that I’d never forget it. This is worse! This smells like someone died and then was brought back to life, was then allowed to rot a little before finally being incinerated.

I’m not sure what to do, I’m crazy if I eat it and I’m in trouble if I don’t.

“What’s the matter Ed? I know it looks a little unappealing but it tastes fine, really.”

I wish I was crazy, then I wouldn’t know how stupid the idea of eating this actually is. I hope I don’t get sick in the morning and if I do, I hope I get sick on him!