Fullmetal Ninja [Extra]

[esp_dragon]

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Naruto crossover
Summary: It was too hot.
Rating: K+
Notes: For tamingthemuse Languid
Set some time in the future. No spoilers for the fic.
\o/ Finally written something for this!
Ed doesn't languish very well. *dry*
So many italics...
I suppose I could have continued this but... 1/2 Prince fic...
Genre: General
Word count: 782
Status: Work in Progress



It was too hot. It was way too damn hot. Ed lay on top of his bed, sanguine, his head hanging over the edge, facing the open window. In the off-chance that the wind decided that it actually existed, but all he got was waves of heat beating down at him, totally ignoring that the fact that he was in the shade. From his vantage point, he could see a clear blue sky, unbroken by even a hint of a cloud. Dammit.

"Ngh." This was too much! How did people work in this heat? And he knew they were working, because he could hear them, their faint voices floating in, sounding like they didn't care that you could burn eggs outside.

Ed would have transmuted some water to ice, but they'd used up all the water in the room some while ago. There was a line of used glasses clustered on one of the bedside-tables, which, technically, weren't used because there were no lip marks on the rims or a drop of water left inside or out of them. The nurses would probably think that they'd cleaned them. As if they'd waste water or energy for that.

There was a knock at the equally open -and equally unhelpful- door. He mustered up the energy to lift his head up. It was Iruka, and was it really that time already? It felt like he should've been here hours ago, but the heat had been dragging at his senses, pulling at every minute with a deliberate slowness that just... He'd think of how to finish that metaphor once the temperature had dropped at least twenty degrees.

Then he really looked at Iruka and gaped, mouth hanging as low as it could go. He couldn't - but he was - and was he out. Of. His. Mind? Iruka was looking like he normally did. Exactly like he normally did, from his wrapped up feet up to his long sleeved top and heavy sleeveless jacket. Why wasn't he melting? Iruka wasn't even a little flushed as he peered down at them.

"You okay?" He sounded puzzled. Like he didn't understand it was perfectly normal to be lying in a puddle of your own sweat at this temperature.

"No." It was too humid to think, and short answers was all he could do. "Hot."

"Oh." The concerned look faded and was replaced by understanding. "Outside come?" Iruka made a beckoning gesture but Ed just stared at him incredulously. He wanted them to move? To go outside? But then again... He turned the idea slowly in his head. They were in a room facing the sun, in an enclosed room with pretty much no ventilation; the garden was on the other side of the hospital, sheltered by the building and while there were high walls surrounding the garden, doing something was much better than staring at the cracked white ceiling, complaining about the heat for the whole time.

Ed rolled on his stomach, grimacing as his top clung to his body like it was glued there. Ugh. He heard the creak of bedsprings behind him as Al moved, and the accompanying sound of wheels, but he put his full attention on getting up when his body wanted nothing more but to flop back on to this relatively cool part of the bed.

Grumbling, he slithered foot first off the bed, not caring that he was dragging everything on top of it along with him. When his foot touched the warm floor, he prepared himself for the head-rush as he straightened up. While waiting for the bright spots to fade, Ed thought that maybe, he had been lying in that position for a bit too long.

Now all he had to do was spin a little into the waiting seat of the wheelchair, and then they could go. Easy. Ed eyed the leather, and really hoped it wouldn't make weird noises when he sat on it.

When he sank into it, he sighed at the coolness at his back, even though it was rapidly warming up, soaking up his heat like a sponge.

"Okay?" Iruka asked again, glancing between him and Al.

"Ready." Eh, who knew. Maybe some breeze would be generated once the chair started moving. Or something.

They got a kind smile, just before Iruka wheeled him out the room. "Cold drink first?"

Iruka was laughing at them and their inability to deal with this heat, even if he was too polite to show it, but at that moment, Ed really didn't care.

"Yes!" And then Iruka really was laughing, not a full-blown laugh, more like a low chuckle, as they made their way towards the cafeteria.