I Don't Own FullMetal Alchemist. Nor Will I Ever! I Only Own The Plot!
Summary- When Ed was 10, Al went missing. Now, 10 years later, Mustang is instructed to investigate a series of disappearances. Is it the same people that took Al? Or is it someone else? Will Mustang and his subordinates be able to rescue the missing children before it's too late?
"Al?" Ed asked, looking around. "Al? Where are you?" He yelled. "Al! This isn't funny!" Al!" Ed screamed as loud as his 10 year old lungs could go.
"AL! AL! AL!" Was all Ed could yell as he looked for his little 8 year old brother. Edward was terrified, he couldn't lose someone else. After losing Mom, he couldn't lose Al too. Asking anyone and everyone he came across, is they've seen Alphonse. But no one did. Ed felt alone and terrified when he was surrounded by people having fun playing the carnival games, and riding the rides. But he couldn't find him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
Edward woke in a cold sweat, bolting into the sitting position. Sighing, he got up and went into the Bathroom to shower. It felt good, having the warm water cascade down his back; it helped him to forget the memory, the Nightmare that had haunted his dreams for the last 10 years. 'You were only 10.' he reminded himself for the umpteenth time that morning. After washing away the painful memory, he got out, dried his body, and wrapped the towel around his waist, before proceeding to grab a second towel to dry his hair. After drying the underside of his long, blond hair he started drying the top of his head/hair. Looking up, though a small gap between his hair and the towel, he saw him. Where he always saw him, a photograph that he had taped to the side of the mirror a picture of Al, Mom, and himself. Mom had her Tan, loving arm wrapped around, 7 year old Alphonse, an arm draped over Ed's head. They were all smiling. That was the only picture taken of all three of them.
Ed sighed and walked out of the bathroom, tossing the towel used to dry his hair to a nearby hamper, but missing. His somewhat dry hair hung in his face, keeping his head bowed he walked into his room, and dressed for the long day ahead.
After a quick breakfast, Ed found himself running a little later than usual. His shower had taken a longer than normal, than with all the memories that came whenever he looked at that photograph, instead of being 5-10 minutes late, where he could just blame traffic, he was running 15-20 minutes late, which is why his breakfast of coffee and left over bacon and eggs, was now a BE breakfast sandwich, crushes between his teeth. He had his right arm in his jacket, and only his left shoe on. His right shoe was on the passenger side floor board. He was using his right arm to steer the military issued vehicle, while his left arm tried to get into the blue jacket. Driving like a maniac paid off, somewhat, getting him to the office only 10 minutes behind. He got his automail arm into the jacket. Hopping around, his breakfast sandwich still clamped tightly between his jaws, he got his shoe on, and started running into the building.
Ed entered the room designated for Colonel Mustang and his subordinates. Hawkeye was sitting at her desk, glancing over at Mustang every now and then, making sure he was working on the monstrous pile of paperwork in front of him, her blonde hair in a tight bun on the back of her head. Breta was sitting behind his desk, with Havoc sitting on top of the said desk talking about something, probably about a new girlfriend or someone he's going to ask out, Ed couldn't tell. Hughes was ranting to Fury about his baby girl, who was going to turn 5 over the weekend, with Sheska not far behind him. Obviously she was trying to get his attention, but failing. When he starts to rant, you can't stop him until the person he's come to talk too showed up, that, or you just wait for him to stop.
Ed chuckled to himself, looking at the utter chaos, it was oddly comforting. Ed smiled, and walked over to his seat as quietly as he could, anything could set Hughes off on another rant, only with Ed as the victim. Because it's not like he wasn't heard about Elicia's upcoming birthday a million times this week.
Ed had sat down at his deck for .5 seconds when Hughes had locked on to his new target.
"Edward!" Hughes said as he was suddenly standing in front of Ed's desk that sat in a lone corner.
"The days almost here!" Hughes said happily.
"Yes it is." Ed said though the sandwich.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Hughes said loudly, jumping over the desk, invading Ed's bubble. With a picture of Elicia in his hand, he started to ramble on about Saturday, and how he has to come over Saturday for the birthday party. That Elicia wants some Barbie dolls. And that Gracia's going to make a birthday cake from scratch and. . .
At this point Ed had tuned him out, only needing to know where, when and what to bring little Elicia's birthday.
"Fullmetal!"
Edward cringed when he heard his Title coming from Colonel 'Bastards' ,as Ed had come to dub the Colonel, office. Ed got up with a sigh.
"Looks like Colonel Bastard needs me. Talk to ya later Hughes!" Ed told the older man.
"Alright Ed. . . You are coming to my BEAUTIFUL daughter's birthday party this weekend. Right ED?"
"You can count on it!" Ed replied with a wave in the man's direction. With a smile on his face Ed entered the dreaded enclosure.
"FullMetal." The Colonel stated. The smile that had been on Edward's face had then disappeared.
"Sir." Ed said sarcastically, saluting the blue-cad man.
'Colonel Roy Mustang, a black haired man, 30 years of age, and time has been kind to him,' Ed thought.
"You called me?"
"Yes. FullMetal. You came in, what, 25 minutes late today?" Mustang
Asked. Looking over at Ed who's still standing at the door.
"Well, close the door!" Mustang exclaimed.
"Oh! Right." Ed said, quickly shutting the door, making sure not to slam it shut.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You came in 25 minutes late, did you not?" The Colonel repeated.
"Oh. Uh. About that. . ." Ed started to say, a slight blush forming on his face. Golden eyes following the intricate design woven into the carpet. Mustang just chuckled to himself, he loved making the younger man all flustered like so.
"Well, I guess I could let it slide. This time." The tension that was in Ed's shoulders left.
"But," The Colonel started.
'Hello tension, my name's Edward.' Ed thought.
"That's not the reason why I called you out. I called you here to discuss your next mission." Mustang continued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Come here." Mustang ordered, making Ed jump. He walked towards the secondary desk cluttered with papers. A map was laid out, a map of the whole country. Red, blue, and green thumb tacks were in various places. Ed looked up at the colonel after examining the map, expecting an explanation.
"The red thumb tacks represent children between the ages of 5-15 that have gone missing. The Blue thumb tacks represent sex offenders. And the green, the bodies that have been found." The colonel stated with a heavy sigh. "I'm going to inform everyone of this assignment that we've been given. I'm giving you a head start, see if you can make anything of this."
"Alright. I'll get started on this. You go inform everyone." Ed told him, his nose already in the piles of paper, more than likely unaware of what he had just repeated what Mustang had just told him. Sighing, Mustang opened the door, chancing a glance at the younger man, left the office and called a meeting, excluding Ed, since he was already informed and working.
Max: And that's chapter one!
Helen: And what about your other story's?
Max: I'm working on those! I promise! I'm going to try to update monthly.
One or Two chapters a month. More than likely, one chapter, but you
never know!
Helen: Now go work on your other stories! *Points at the computer*
Max: Ok. Ok. By the way, where's Sam?
Helen: She's in bed sick.
Max: Oh. Well, I wouldn't know. I've been working on this for a while, and
when I'm working, I don't pay attention to anything that's happening.
Helen: *Sighs* Yes. I know. Now, *looks at Max's lovely reader* R&R!