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                “Of all the people to get stuck with…” The short blonde grumbled while walking along with a tall dark haired man in a blue military uniform.                “Come now Fullmetal, its only one small mission,” the man said looking down at his partner. “Besides…a kid like you can’t exactly hold their own out in the real world.”                 “WHO YOU CALLING A KID?!” Edward exploded in his superior’s face, but Mustang didn’t react.                Ed continued to grumble as him and Mustang walked through the quiet forest not far outside C

We are human We can be solid as a rock Flimsy as paper And Sharper than scissors We are human Just like the rock we can be foul and low Just like paper we can be ripped Just like scissors we can draw blood We are human So we think... We are more like rocks when it comes to choices Sometimes we refuse to budge We are more like paper when it comes to emotions They are unstable We are more like scissors when it comes to pain We rather inflict then be inflicted We say we are human But really we are just moves in a rock, paper, scissor game.

“Hey, ___-chan. Could I ask a favor of you?” You looked down to see the familiar face of Honey. School had ended an hour ago and your club activities had ended. You were heading to the entrance to get picked up and on your route you always passed Music Room 3. Also known as the Host Club. You usually walked by it every day with no problem, but today you were stopped by the Boy Lolita host. “Uh, sure, Honey.” He smiled brightly at your answer, taking your hand and dragging you into the room. “Thank you! You see, Takashi was up all night working on a project for class. He’s been super tired all day and when w

 “No. No, no, no. (y/n), stay back. NO!” Mark screeched and scrambled to back against the wall, his hands over his ears. You whispered as bravely as your could, “Mark, Mark, calm down. It’s fine. You’re fine.” Mark shook his head, “No, (y/n), you don’t understand! He-He’s back! He’s in my head!” “Who? Who are you talking about, Mark?” you said, even though you knew the answer. You sat down on the floor next to Mark, who had slid down the wall, his knees tight against his chest. You rubbed his arm and muttered, “Hey now, it’s okay. I’m here. Mark,

They lay silently beneath the covers that night, turned on their sides to face each other in an almost-cuddle. Ed's hazel eyes were steady and calm, a contrast to the dark bags beneath them; his smile was serene, a relief to the exhausted lines on his face. Overall... he seemed so peaceful. It was wrong. "Aren't you scared?" Roy asked in a quiet whisper. "Not when you're here," Ed answered after a slight pause. He lifted a hand to tenderly brush away dark hair from his lover's shining, obsidian eyes. Roy's breath hitched in his throat, and he cursed himself for finally letting his emotions have the better of him. He captured Ed's delicate han