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Disclaimer: If I owned Fullmetal Alchemist why would I be writing Fanfiction? Seriously. So don't sue me.

Titles.

I am Roy Mustang

A Soldier.

A Hero Of the Eastern Rebellion

A Dog of the military

A State Alchemist

The Flame Alchemist

These are the titles I hold; you may think that they are too heavy a burden for one person but they are nothing. Compared to the other most vital title have brought upon myself, that is only equalled by the weight of the guilt of the lives I've destroyed.

Currently I am sitting in my office looking at my youngest subordinate, Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist or as I like to call him, The Fullmetal Midget, being very on edge. I know he's waiting for me to start the lecture so he could leave, and continue his search.

"So Fullmetal." Here I go. "Please enlighten me as to why you find it essential to get hospitalised on every mission and lead, I send you on"

I pause, smirking arrogantly.

Thinking of the best the short joke to annoy him with.

"I know you have a Short temper and have the very Little self control of a Tiny kid"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO SMALL YOU COULD DROWN IN A MILLILTER OF WATER!?" He yells. It seems to be some kind of reflex now.

I ignore him and carry on no longer smirking.

"But at this rate you'll kill yourself, what will Al do then "

I see his breath catch in his throat and I look at his hands. One flesh. One metal. Both clenched into fists.

I know I've hit a sore spot there but the kid needs to hear this, every time I send him on a mission or a lead on the Philosophers Stone he gets himself hurt.

I suppose in part its my fault for letting a boy of only fifteen do the things he does, but if I don't let him continue his search, he'll do it himself and will most likely die in the attempt. He's so obstinate that way.

I know he's just one of my subordinates, but I care about the kid

He's given up so much to save his brother and he doesn't see that he's running himself into the ground, looking at him now I wonder when was the last time he slept or ate properly, by the looks of it long ago.

I will protect him, as much as I can, he needs an adult to look out for him, though he doesn't know it, and I will if it's the last thing I do.

The most difficult title to bear is and always will be is the title have brought upon myself.

Soldier

A Hero Of the Eastern Rebellion

A Dog of the military

A State Alchemist

The Flame Alchemist

Guardian .

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I wanted to put this in Roy's point of view.