A companion fic to More than Just stories. Written for FMA Fanfic contest: Quip

I don't own FMA

III

"You pathetic dweeb!" before Eddy could react the older kid grabbed him by the scuff of his shirt, lifting him inches off the ground. "Give me your money!"

Despite the threat, Eddy laughed, "God, you're breath smells terrible. Have you ever heard of scope?"

"You fucking bitch!" The last thing he saw was a fist before falling ungracefully to the ground.

"Is that really necessary Kimblee?" He blearily opened his eye to see a tall, lanky, blond kid pin his attacker to the wall. "You're terrible comebacks are terrible enough."

Kimblee let out a choking noise.

"Havoc." A new voice spoke. Eddy pried an eye open to see Kimblee be shoved to the ground. "Now, run along Kimblee."

Eddy heard footsteps running in the distance before he heard a new set stop a few inches from his head. "Hey, kid." he felt a small slap to the face, making his eye open again. The boy had a dark mop of hair, dark, slightly slanted eyes, with a confident smirk across his face. "Ya' alright? What's your name kid?"

"It's Elric. Edward Elric the Third."

The boy shook his head. "Well, Mr. Elric the third, that's quite a name and quite a shiner."

"Fuck you."

"Hey! I just saved you're life!" Eddy felt himself being lifted up and carried away somewhere. "Come on,"

After a few moments Eddy spoke again, "What your name."

"Mustang. Roy Mustang.

"Thanks, Mustang."

Eddy scrunched his face. Where have I heard that name before?