[fic] Fleeting Memories (original) (raw)

Title: Fleeting Memories
Summary: Pride reaches a descision about Edward Elric
Notes: Kinda' weird. A little angst. And if anyone wants to explain how Pride, Lust and Greed ended up in bed together... I'd be most appreciative ^^;

Hope you like!

Ed sighed and pushed open the door to the Colonel’s office, wondering what the bastard wanted this time and bracing himself for the inevitable slew of sarcastic comments. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath and stepped inside. It was almost totally dark inside the office, but Ed found that he could see perfectly well.

Roy was behind his desk slumped in his chair and Ed smirked. “Lieutenant Hawkeye will be upset if she catches you sleeping you know, Colonel.”

He frowned when there was no response and walked to the desk. “Colonel?

Still nothing.

He moved forwards again until he was level with Roy’s chair. “Colonel?” His frown deepened and he reached out to shake Roy’s shoulder.

Roy didn’t move and dread settled in the pit of Ed’s stomach. He grabbed Roy’s hand and recoiled at the feel of his skin. It was cold… cold and dead. He stumbled away and glanced down at his hands. A scream bubbled in his throat when he saw that they were covered in blood. It coated his arms completely from fingertips to shoulders and was streaked across his chest and stomach. He took a step away from the body and he could feel liquid seeping between his bare toes up to his ankles and…

Pride woke with a start, for a moment completely unsure who he was; a golden eyed child or a purple eyed Sin. He wanted to scream, to cry out for a brother he knew wasn’t there and who’s name he couldn’t quite remember.

Someone shifted on the bed next to him and suddenly everything came back.

Pride… he was Pride now. Edward Elric was dead.

He frowned slightly, angered with himself for feeling such stupid human emotions like fear, even in a dream. Anger for even having such a dream. Nightmares were weak human things that should not affect him. He was not human.

A tiny voice at the back of his mind whispered sadly, wistfully… not anymore.

He crushed that thought ruthlessly and reached down to pet Lust’s hair. The other homunculus was curled against him, head resting on his stomach and one arm curled around Pride’s thigh. Greed lay on the other side of Lust, arms wrapped around both of them possessively. He was displeased with they way his thoughts had been turning lately, it felt like fighting himself and he had to be strong to lead and protect his family.

He was a homunculus and they were better than humans, an improvement from their weak flesh and fleeting lives and pathetic alchemy.

He would kill Edward Elric once and for all.

He knew that there were still files on Edward in the military and civil records. He knew that people still remembered him, were still looking for him. There were still memories of him and while they existed, Edward would remain alive and torment him.

But no-one remembered the lost city beneath Central. No-one remembered the truth of Ishbal and it’s fall. No-one remembered two small boys holding a dying woman’s hand.

And human lives were more fleeting than events and far easier to forget.

Pride smirked coldly. The world would forget Edward Elric and Pride would forget along with it.