Sister Goldeneyes

By Bashfulglowfly

Chapter One

Alphonse Elric sighed. He hated it when his brother got like this. "Brother, it's not your fault…"

"Shut up, Al."

Alphonse persisted. "Brother, it's not your fault that McKennitt crossed the border into Drachma."

"Shut up, Al."

"And it wasn't your fault that he decided that he was going to use those villagers as hostages. You did what you had to do."

Edward scowled deeper and kicked at a rock in the dusty road. "I know but I was supposed to bring him back to Central not let him get captured by the Drachmans."

Alphonse shrugged philosophically. "He was going to get shot anyway. So what if it's done by the Drachmans or by us?"

Edward's jaw dropped as he stopped and stared at his younger brother. "I can't believe that you just said that."

Alphonse grinned. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me."

Edward spluttered with rage. Alphonse's grin grew wider and he began to laugh. Edward shook his head, swatted at his brother's head then laughed as well. "Okay. Okay. There's nothing that I could have done except protect those people. And, you're right; he was a dead man walking anyway. I just was thinking about what that bastard is going to say when he finds out about this."

"He'll be happy. Less paperwork that Miss Riza will be forcing him to do."

"Lazy bastard!"

Alphonse shaded his eyes. They were nearing a crossroads and coming up the road that was perpendicular to their own was a horse and cart with a lone man driving. "Look, Brother! Perhaps he'll give us a ride to the nearest town!"

Edward shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

Both young men stretched their legs into a run, hoping to reach the crossroads before the cart. Reaching the crossroads, they stopped and leaned over panting.

"Obviously you haven't been fulfilling your weekly PT requirement, Fullmetal."

Edward's spine snapped upright so fast, Alphonse was afraid that his brother gave himself whiplash.

Edward glared at the dark haired man in the cart who looked down at him with that damned smirk. "Go to Hell, Mustang. What the fuck are you doing here, you as…"

His voice trailed off as a lump of blankets in the back of the cart stirred and from it emerged a girl with tousled curls of brown. She sleepily rubbed her eyes and looked at Edward and Alphonse.

"B-brother?" Whispered Alphonse.

Edward understood Al's shock as he looked into the girl's eyes…that were as golden as their own.

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Major General Roy Mustang casually held the reins in one hand as he gazed down at the Pain in his Butt and Alphonse. He silently cursed the fact that, in the middle of nowhere Drachma, he ran into the two of them. He raised an eyebrow "I believe I can ask you the same question. What are you doing here? You assignment was to capture a rogue alchemist, not invade Drachma." He sighed dramatically "I'm not going to be happy if you've caused me more paperwork!"

Edward stopped staring at the girl in the back of the cart. "LAZY BASTARD! You never do your paperwork anyway; you just shove it behind the radiator or make one of the others do it! Who the hell is she?"

Roy turned on the seat and looked into the back of the cart. The girl had emerged completely from the blankets and was gazing back and forth between Edward, Alphonse and Roy. Roy smiled as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Stasia, this is Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and his younger brother, Alphonse." Roy turned to the two brothers. "Gentlemen, this is Anastasia Petrakova…your sister."