Me: Yay! Second FMA story! I has a question! Does anyone know where I can read FMA online for free? That doesn't only go up to chapter 91? I tried mangafox, onemanga, and mangahut, but no luck.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, the new season would have come out long ago.
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"Boss?" Havoc called quietly in to the Elrics' dorm. He pushed the door open further and let himself in. Alphonse was nowhere to be seen. 'Probably still in Risenbool.' Havoc thought. Edward sat at his desk, back facing his visitor. "Ed?" No reply. "Shrimp?" Havoc tried joking, maybe get the kid to yell. At least show some kind of emotion. Ever since the funeral, Ed hadn't talked to anyone or even responded to short jokes. "You know, um, the Colonel wants to see you." Ed, without turning around, threw a book in Havoc's general direction. The 2nd Lt. sidestepped it easily. "Your aim is way off. But Mustang wants to see you, now. You need to give your latest report."
"You can tall that bastard to fuck off." Ed hissed. Havoc blinked. Indeed, he had been trying for a reaction, but sure as hell didn't think of that. Though it was to be expected. It was the military that led the girl to her disaster.
"You should probably-"
"Shut. Up. Havoc."
"You need to give your report." Havoc insisted.
"When hell freezes over." Ed replied coldly. The man in the doorway approached the teen slowly and peered over his shoulder. His golden eyes were focused on a picture. A younger Ed, Al, and the late blond, Winry, were playing with a small, black and white puppy. 'He's really torn up about this.' Havoc pondered.
"I just can't believe she's gone. We've been friends for as long as I can remember." Ed said softly and Havoc could hear the unshed tears in his cracked voice. He clapped a hand on the alchemist's shoulder.
"There was something my mother would tell me after my father died. She said, 'You can't change the past, so you might as build a bridge and get over it. I asked her why she wasn't crying and she replied, 'I know when to pick myself up and move on.'" The older man said. Ed looked up at him.
"Why do you even care?" He was right. Havoc had never really paid much attention to Ed, unless he was obeying orders.
"Maybe…it's because pain is one thing all humans have in common. You know what they say, miser loves company."
"Yeah. I guess you're right. Winry wouldn't want me to spend my life mourning her." Ed looked at the picture he still held in his hand. He pulled it out of the frame and tossed it into the fire, watching as the edges turned black, the flames eagerly devouring the fuel. "I'll move on, Winry." He said, barely audible. "For you."
