A/N – Well, this is my first try for a fanfiction. : D soooooo sorry for the OOCness and stuff. (: I'm a sucker for these types of stories.

Paring – mutual RoyxEd, one sided EdxWinry

WARNING – YAOI, rape, child abuse, OOCness, etc. is within this story. Read at your own risk(:

"Riza, get that report from Fuery. Hughes, will you please stop before I burn that photo?"

A photo of a young girl was being pushed in a raven-haired man's face, with a proud father absolutely gushing over his daughter. His face turned to horrified as he heard the words 'burn that photo'. He drew backwards quickly and protected the picture. "I won't let you burn my Elysia!" Maes Hughes told him, his voice raising.

A sigh came from the other man. It was only ten thirty and he was going crazy. "RIZA?" he shouted. A blonde woman popped her head in.

"Yes, Colonel?" she sighed.

"Where is Fuery's report?" the Colonel growled.

Riza Hawkeye let out a breath. "He called in sick today, sir, if you don't remember. Besides, you don't have time to look at a report." She cocked an eyebrow.

The Colonel groaned. "What do I have to do?"

A grin came from the Lieutenant. "Mr. Mustang, you have to pick up Mr. Elric and his brother at the train station."

Roy Mustang glanced up. "Who're they?"

Riza wanted to laugh but maintained her composure. "Edwaard Elric is the new alchemist. Alphonse Elric is his brother."

Another groan. "If Edward is the alchemist, why is his brother coming?"

A twitch of her lips gave away the fact that it was a secret of sorts.

"Whatever," Mustang grumbled. Riza started to go out of the room. "Hey, I don't even know how to find him!"

Riza chuckled. "Edward might be hard to miss, but Alphonse definitely isn't." With that she walked out of the room, leaving Roy wondering what she meant by that.

The hubbub of the Central train station was definitely more than usual. Colonel Mustang searched desperately for the two people. His rep would be ruined if he lost them or abandoned them here.

Then he saw them. Or, rather one of them. He didn't know what the other looked like, but he definitely saw one of them. towering above the crowd by at least half a foot. That, and the fact the he was a body of armor.

Roy pushed his way through the crowd. "Are you one of the Elric brothers?"

The armor lowered its head to see the person and nodded.

"Great," Mustang sighed, "now you can get your brother and we can go."

"Who the hell are you?" came a voice from behind. Roy spun around and saw... nothing. No one seemed to be looking at him. He frowned and started to turn back to the Elric, when the voice went again. "Hey I'm talkin to you!" Roy noticed that the voice seemed to be coming from below him.

That was when he looked down and saw a blonde kid staring up at him through golden eyes. At first he was mesmerized by those eyes. There were layers to them. The outside layer seemed full of defiance and anger, and then stubbornness, but looking deep inside there was pain. Constant pain. Emotional and physical? Mustang didn't know. "Who are you?"

The kid scowled. "I'm Edward Elric. Who are you and why were you with my brother?"

Roy looked amused. "So that's Alphonse. I would have thought he was you. I wasn't warned how short you were."

Mistake. Edward's eyes glowed with fire and if Roy hadn't reacted to his sudden lunge and pushed him back, he would have been pummeled in the gut. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORTER THAN A TOOTHPICK?" Edward screamed lunging forwards again. Roy chuckled.

"Now, don't exaggerate things, Shorty," the Colonel laughed.

Edward glared up at him. "Who are you anyway?"

"Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, her to bring you to the Central HQ... Your Shortness."

"I AM NOT SHORT!" Alphonse had come from behind and scooped up a struggling Edward, who looked as if he could kill him right now.

"Whatever you say. Now follow me." Roy turned his foot and walked away, leaving the brothers to follow him.

They followed him. They had to follow him. He smirked. "This is the HQ. Good bye." Roy told them.

"Wait!" Roy turned around at the strange voice. It echoed and sounded childish, about eleven, he'd say. Alphonse dropped his head and drummed his fingers together.

"Yes?"

Although really embarrassed by the sound of Alphonse voice, nothing changed in his expression but he shifted and drummed in nervousness. "You... you haven't told us where we are staying."

Roy lifted his eyebrows. "You were supposed to get a place."

Edward couldn't take it. "Well, we weren't informed and we don't have the money to find a place so where are we sleeping? On the streets?"

Roy grumbled. "Why don't you bug your parents for money, I'm sure th-" his voice died away. Alphonse had hung his head and Edward had bared his teeth, tears threatening to form in the golden eyes. The Colonel sighed. "Fine. You can bunk in my house until you find a place."

Alphonse looked overjoyed, his metal head lifting up and clasping his hands together. "Oh, thank you!" he was saying.

Roy found a metal finger in his face. He looked and saw it belonged to Edward. 'He has an automail arm, and Alphonse is hiding in a body of armor...?' "Look, here, Mustang," Edward spat. "I will not bunk in your house. I'll come with you to make sure Al is okay, but I will stay OUTSIDE."

Roy shrugged. "Fine with me." Figuring he might as well show them the house. He moved away with the brothers on his heels.

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Ten minutes later, they were at the house. Roy unlocked it and held the door open as Alphonse squeezed inside. He continued to hold it open for Edward, who crossed his arms and shook his head. "Suit yourself," Roy said, disappearing into the house. When he came out a few minutes later with a pillow and blanket, Edward had moved to the other side of the house and leaned against it. Mustang threw the stuff on him and Edward pushed it off.

"I don't need your damn stuff." The young teenager scowled and closed his eyes. "Go away."

"Fine," Roy growled. He left him the pillow and blanket anyway and went inside.

He showed Al his room and then made dinner. Once again Ed rejected his hospitality and Al and Roy ate alone together.

When night came they retired to their rooms. Although Al never slept, and merely was lost in thought, Roy was asleep and woke up to thunder and lightening. He looked out the window and saw the rain coming down in sheets. He started to fall back asleep when he thought of Edward. He was still outside.

With a groan Roy got out of his warm bed and trumped downstairs. Wearing nothing but his boxers, his toned body was smooth and instantly got goose bumps as he stepped into the driving rain. "Ed?" he asked, peering into the rain. He noticed the soaked and unused blanket and pillow and threw them onto the porch before continuing. "Edward?" Mustang asked again, then almost tripping on something. "Huh?" It took almost a full minute to realize it was Edward. The blonde was curled up in a ball, shivering and tears streaking from his shut eyes and down his cheek. Roy could even hear the chattering of teeth.

He couldn't leave the kid out there. He gently tried shaking the boy, but he wouldn't wake up. So the Colonel resulted to picking Edward up. Unconscious of his actions, the teenager wrapped arms around Roy's torso and shuddered into his bare chest. For a shocked moment Mustang couldn't move, only stare at the vulnerable boy who had seemed so invincible earlier. Then it started to hail and Roy hugged Edward tighter and practically ran into the house.

Once in, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave the blonde on the couch, so with a sigh Mustang decided to put him in his own master bed. He carried Ed to his room. Then it got awkward. Ed couldn't stay in those clothes. He had to get him out of those. So he locked the door and went to work getting the wet clothes off.

The jacket was easy enough. It slipped right off and he hung it to dry, and then turned back to the child. Using a towel, he dried the automail. It was starting to rust already. After the automail was done, he went to the real arm. Roy worked softly, afraid to wake the sleeping boy. As he dried, he noticed bruises and cuts that covered the pale skin. Some were faint, others looked fresh. Some of the bruises were just irregularly shaped, and others looked to be in the shape of fingers. 'Did Ed do this to himself, or did someone else?' he wondered. His curiosity was lit, and he removed the shirt even gentler than he had the jacket. He needed to see the extent of the injuries. It got worse on his chest and back. Not only that, now there seemed to be bruises from other objects and... a whip. The blows only got worse as they got closer to his pants. Roy dried the torso and removed his pants to reveal boxers. He noticed the blows were now very heavy and very concentrated in that area. The seemed to be heaviest under Edward's boxers, and got softer and fainter as they went down his legs.

He didn't dare take of his boxers. It would be invading privacy and he didn't want to see the horrors that were under the fabric.

Mustang put a trench coat on Edward, who gripped a death grip on the warm clothing. Smiling softly, he put the boy on the center of the bed and piled the blankets on him.

He meant to walk out of the room. He wanted to. But somehow, he did something first. He didn't know what made him do it, but he tucked Edward in and placed a kiss on the forehead, brushing the bangs out of the way.

Roy stood up abruptly, and then swiftly walked out of the room, leaving the door unlocked and closing the door softly. His body was damp from where Edward had laid on him. 'New boy, what have you to hide?' he asked himself in his thoughts. Shaking his head, he slept out on the couch, dragging a throw over himself a falling into a restless sleep as the storm howled on.