Kenny: Hey guys. Well, Something More was actually a field test for this story, because I wanted to see how a story like that would do. I will finish that story, but I'll be focusing more on this one. Roy and Ed are my two favorite characters so Roy will be important to the story and well, since I like to torture Ed he will be the one…well you can guess. This is another story experimenting on that homunculus thing, but there's something else going on. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

The warm beam of sunlight shining through the window was utterly different from the general mood of the room. It was tiring Roy decided. So utterly exhausting to be sitting there. It made him sick. His hand treaded through lose golden strands and he looked down at the boy in his lap. Yes, it was sickening.

Everytime peaceful times came it was ruined with something that made Roy consider killing himself. He hated the feeling that gripped his already bruised heart. He sighed. The boy in his lap was very still. He barely seemed to breath. But Roy really didn't expect him to. Not with the way things were now.

He grunted and looked around at the mess filled room, soldiers groaning in pain and general sickness that made him want to hurl. But no one, really had it as worse as the tiny teen in his lap. Edward, who always had something bad coming towards him but this time, Roy didn't know if the boy would be able to handle the pressure of what he had done while he was…is like this.

"Sir? How is he?" Riza kneeled on the floor in front of him. Roy lazily picked his head up and looked up at her taking in the blood soaked bandages around her figure. And yet, here she was going around making sure everyone was okay.

He smiled, but it was so weak and utterly not him that she had to look away. "I don't know Riza." He said softly, using her real name. "He can't be hurt physically, not with how he is now, but mentally…..I don't want to imagine."

"When the Furher finds out what Ed is-"

"We'll come to that when the time comes." He interrupted. He settled against the dirty wall and slowly closed his eyes. He was tired, so very tired but he couldn't sleep. Not with all the horrible memories. No, all he could do was reminisce, and that is what he did

Flashback

Ed knew that someone was following them. Knew because of that annoying as hell prickling feeling on the back of his neck. It was pissing him off, but during the years with Roy Mustang, he learned to hide that fact, only barely. He was famous for his temper, and he really had no idea why he got so mad sometimes. People and things just tended to piss him off, and Ed thought that it was his duty to make sure that they knew it.

"Are you okay brother? You're unnaturally quiet." And leave it to Al to think that something was wrong because he was being quiet, and it annoyed the hell out of Ed because it was true.

"Nothing's wrong." He turned away from him and instead looked at the buildings and people around them. He briefly wondered what the name of the town was, because this was one place he had never visited before. They were here with the colonel and everybody else, and Roy had decided that Ed didn't need to know the name of the place. And that was why Ed had thrown a temper tantrum and had cursed Roy to all levels of hell as he stormed out of the door with his brother following after him.

Why he had gotten so upset, he knew not. Roy was very predictable with things like this, and though he was very familiar with it, because Roy felt the need to introduce this to him every damn time he actually really needed to know something, he always got so mad that he forgot about holding his temper in and exploded.

Bastard. That was one word that Ed would always associate with Roy Mustang. The man was a bastard, plain and simple, but he was an honorable one, even if it didn't seem like it and even if it seemed that Ed would rather kill the colonel than be in the same room with him, the teen had actually gotten quite fond of him. He was like an annoying older brother who did nothing but torment him, but cared for his well being.

Hughes was more a father type than Roy, and Gracia a mothering type, while Riza was the older sister that didn't take any crap. Havoc and the others were like uncles and cousins. It was one big family, and Ed was happy, very thankful, that he had found them, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

He and Al had found a stable, if somewhat insane, environment that was a lot like a family system, and so, the boys found themselves having a family even if they were not related by blood.

They weren't alone, and if they needed help, they would get it. But damn all these thoughts to hell if he would ever admit it.

Apparently he had been ignoring his brother in favor of his thoughts because a large, gloved hand suddenly pelted him across the head knocking him easily off of his feet.

"I'm sorry brother I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" Al picked his brother up and placed him on his feet, holding him steady as Ed swooned.

"Damn Al, I feel like explosives went off in my head!" The teen finally managed to catch his balance. "What were you saying?"

"Ah well, I was asking you if you were alright. You seemed preoccupied with something." Al dusted his brother off and gave him a tiny push to get him moving; because of the amount of people staring at them would no doubt catch Ed's attention and cause him to loose his temper. And at the moment, Al really did not feel like helping people get to a hospital.

"I was thinking. Nothing harmful about that." He shot a glare at his brother to warn him off of making a sarcastic comment.

Al sighed and said nothing. The two brothers continued on their way down the street. One, thinking about what could be bothering his brother, and the other, thinking about what was following them.

"Where the hell are they?" Roy glared ominously around the room and everyone flinched at the small spark of fire coming from his gloved hands.

"They are probably exploring the town, sir." Riza said as she carefully stacked a stack of papers that was no doubt for the colonel that didn't seem like he was going to do it anytime soon.

"What are you so twitchy about anyway? They can take care of themselves." Hughes commented as he flashed through pictures of his daughter, for once not showing them to people.

"Twitchy? Twitchy?" Roy's voice rose slightly. "I am not twitchy! And trouble follows those boys everywhere! There's no telling what's going on with them right at this very moment!" The colonel's eyebrow started to twitch and everyone slowly started to back away from him. Roy hardly ever let his temper flare, even when you could tell he was pissed; only his voice could tell you that fact, even when he never raised it.

But the times when he did let go of his temper, there was telltale signs that warned you to stay away, and now was one of those times. The door opened, and to everyone's relief, it was Edward and Alphonse.

The blonde took one look at the colonel's face and rolled his eyes. "Get over it bastard, it's not like we can't take care of ourselves."

Everyone now really backed away because they knew the fireworks were about to begin.

"In case you haven't noticed the few times you've gotten your ass kicked Fullmetal, there are enemies that even you can't handle." The pissed off tone in Roy's voice only got worse. And the shock level in the room only rose when Ed laughed and patted the colonel's chest.

"Ahhh nice to know you worry about me so!" The teen batted his eyelashes and giggled girlishly causing sweatdrops to appear on every head in the room.

Roy closed his eyes, sighed, and sunk into his desk, the temper he was showing disappearing so fast that it felt like whiplash.

"You're to troublesome to deal with, Fullmetal." He grouched. He then picked up the stack of paperwork and started to work on them without any protest. Smile smug, Ed plopped himself on one of the couches in the room and promptly dozed off.

Hughes looked at everyone standing behind him for protection except for Riza, and slowly closed his gaping mouth. He should have known that only Ed could get one up on the colonel and calm him down at the same time. It was a strange relationship those two had, seeming to want to kill each other in painful, bloody ways, torturing the other in ways that seemed weird in the whole superior officer and subordinate thing, but Ed never followed rules anyway and Roy liked to bend the rules sometimes, and worrying for each other, insulting the other and saying how they would kill the other if they got hurt, but then being extremely glad when they weren't hurt, only to get into an argument a second later. Yup, this little circle that Roy had was utterly insane, but he would have it no other way.

Unknown to them, a dark shadow with red, yellow eyes was watching the group, only his eyes was focused on the small alchemist dozing on the couch. Yes, that was the one.

"We'll see how long you last with those foolish feelings of yours for mortals, Sin."

And as he said that in only the barest of whispers, golden orbs opened and looked straight at him, but the look in those eyes weren't of Ed's.

Kenny: I hope you guys like this chapter. This chapter was for only a bit of comic relief before it got serious. Please Review.