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Hey Colonel, I'm Going Through The Portal. I'm Sorry For All The Stuffs. Oy, Don't You Know.. I Know, I Can't Go Back Here If I Go There
Hey Colonel, I'm Going Through The Portal. I'm Sorry For All The Stuffs. Oy, Don't You Know.. I Know, I Can't Go Back Here If I Go There
The snow is crying hard. Fire, no matter how strong they cant sweep away the coldness.
Theres a man standing in front of the fireplace. His black hair it seems so familiar.
Why isnt he drinking his coffee? Why isnt he listening to the knocking sound?
Why cant my voice get through this door?
Colonel Roy Mustang closed his eyes as the warmth of the fire covered his skin. It was storming this hard
too, he thought, when he said that.
Hey colonel, Im going through the portal. Im sorry for all the stuffs.
Oy, dont you know..
I know, I cant go back here if I go there.
He knew, Mustang whispered slowly, anger gushing from his voice, but he still went there
The sound of the door being opened surprised him. From the opening door, a man came in. his golden
hair, covered with a red hood Mustang knows, he never forgets them. Even to the smallest smell of his
long-burned nape, he never even once forgets.
Edward Mustang can feel his hands trembling from shock. How did you get back?
The boy stops. Sorry for the sudden intrusion, colonel. Strange. How did I know his name, even his
position?
Mustang sat on the couch, trying to calm his emotion. How did you get back? Ed, didnt you went to
the portal? his eyes blink for a few second, before he really believes its Ed. didnt you say you were
going to the ne t parallel world? idnt you his words stopped when Ed threw himself towards him,
trying to get a hug. Colonel, it was cold outside. It was really cold
Mustang lets his fingers trace down Eds back. He got much skinnier.
Colonel, Im here, arent I.
Mustang buried his face to Eds shoulder. I can smell it. His hair, the same as it used to be his
peppermint like smell never changes
Colonel?
Ed Mustang called out the name of the man on his lap. Ed I his voice got weaker as each word
is spoken, yet the trembling didnt stop.
Ed looks at the colonel as if he understands. I, too, colonel, have been longing to see you again. He
said. I want to feel you again.
Lies.
Ed stood back, pulling Mustangs hand. Come on, he said slowly, its been too long.
Its not like you to give up so easily, mustang whispered while kissing Eds back.
Shut up, answer Ed, guh, not there!
Ed, are you really here?
Edward didnt answer. Mustang stopped licking. Im here, colonel. Im right in front of you, arent I?
I dont know, Mustang said honestly. Edward sat back, e haled much. What if Im not here? I
wouldnt be here, would I? ont you wanna meet me again? I do.
Lies.
Colonel, do you think Im not me?
Its not like that, he replied. Mustang, without realizing, has gotten all tangled up by his own thoughts.
I just want to make sure
Ed grabbed his hand, placing it by his cheek. Then feel me.
Strange. Why do I feel so much attraction this man, whom I never met before?
Being drowned in pleasure, Mustang tires himself out and slept. Ed woke up just to find the colonels
sleeping face, somehow, sleep and sound and in the same time, desperate looking.
He chuckled. Were you that desperate to see Edward? his eyes rolled; and then, he caught a glimpse
of an important thing. This photo I dont remember taking it.
Ed and I
I knew it already, but I still let myself to devour you, the oppelganger! I let myself being drown in pain
again a er I nally recovered