Disclaimer: I don't own Hagaren, but I DO own this Fic! D

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It was 10:00 AM in Central. The sounds of children playing around filled the streets. Light flooded through an open window onto the one and only FullMetal Alchemist.

He rolled over to shield his eyes from the sun's rays. A slam could be heard not too far off. Edward immediatly got up, and grabbed his clothes from the floor, not even bothering to find a clean pair. He shuffled through his drawer to find an elastic band to put his hair up. Once tied up, he ran for the stairs. Today was the day Al was going back to Risenbool, and Edward was going to see him off. As he reached the bottom of the steps he saw Al. He was packing some of his old belongings. A notebook, some pencils, a few books on advanced alchemy, that sort of thing. It wasn't until he was done that he noticed Ed standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Oh, brother! I didn't think you were going to get up soon, so I was gonna make breakfast! I haven't eaten in years! Don't worry, I wasn't going to leave without you!" Al smiled and headed toward the kitchen. He jerked open the old refridgerator, which was so old it was hard to open, and grabbed a package of bacon and the carton of eggs. As he was cracking them, he looked over to Ed. "Brother, are you sure it's okay if I just leave you here? Won't you get lonely?"

A smirk appeared on Edward's face. "Nah, it's okay! I'm sure Bachan and Winry miss you! Besides, I got plenty of friends here!"

As Al finished cracking the last egg, he turned the stove on. "Brother, you don't have any friends...Except for the Colonel maybe..."

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT BASTARD IS MY FRIEND!?" Ed was obviously pissed. He got like this everytime someone mentioned the Colonel. HE'S NOTHING BUT A NOSY BASTARD COLONEL WHO MAKES ME DO ALL HIS WORK!"

Al put the eggs on the frying pan next to the bacon. It began to sizzle lightly. "Then if you hate it so much, then why are you still in the Military? I thought you hated it there!" Al smiled. He was fishing for answers to unsaid questions.

Ed calmed down a bit. Instead of being angry, he was quite nervous. He tapped his toe on the floor a few times. "I...Well...That is..."

Before Ed could finish, Al interupted him. "So you don't know why?"

Ed shrugged. "I do, but I don't know how to say this...But...I don't want to go back home...All it will do is bring back memories...All my memories were bad..."

Al flipped the bacon over. "Not all of them! Remember the time dad took us to the Carnival?"

Ed searched for an answer. "Well...Yes...I fell down some steps, and mom caught me. I was so scared I was crying..."

Al finished for him. "Then dad took us to get Icecream."

"And told me...That it was okay...That he would always be there...But he never was!" Ed looked at the floor. "See? It was the reminder of a bad memory!"

Al sighed. "Only if you want it to be..."

Ed fumed. "And what's THAT supposed to mean?" Ed glared at Al as if it took every ounce of concentration he had. Suddenly, Ed grabbed the towel. "YOU IDIOT! WHY WEREN'T YOU WATCHING THE FOOD!?" The bacon was burning. It caught on fire. Ed smothered it with the towel.

It was Al's turn to yell now. "YOU IDIOT!" He pulled Ed back as the towel went up in flames. After hastily grabbing a cup and filling it full of water, Al returned to the stove and splashed the fire out.

Ed winced in pain. He had burnt his flesh hand. The sound of sizzling was still in the air. Ed looked up at the nearby wall and checked the clock. He immediatly grabbed his favorite red coat bearing his insignia on the back. "Al! Get your stuff! We're gonna be late!"

With that, Al grabbed his stuff and followed Ed to the train station. Second Lieutenent Havoc was standing near the railing with his usual cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "There you two are! I held the train for you! They were going to leave without you."

Al ran to the train. "See ya around, Brother!" Soon the train was on its way and trailed out of sight.

Havoc chewed on his cigarette. "Ed, the Colonel wants to see you." With that he saluted to Ed, and walked off.

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The lady at the counter waved as Ed ran by so fast a few papers fell to the floor. He almost bumped into First Lieutenant Hawkeye. As he reached Mustang's office, he was gasping for breath. He was obviously late, seeing how Havoc had to go find him. He opened the door without knocking, and slammed it shut after him. Ed lazily flopped down onto the couch that was infront of the Colonel's desk.

Roy turned around in his chair to face Ed. "Good morning, FullMetal. I see you took your time?"

Ed grunted at his usual sarcastic comments. "I was seeing Al off..."

The Colonel shook his head. He noticed a red hand. "FullMetal? What happened to your hand?"

The younger man looked at his hand as if it were the new topic of interest. "Hmm? Oh, Al was cooking and talking to me, and the bacon caught fire..." Ed returned his glare to Mustang. "What the hell do you care anyway?"

Mustang's face contorted into that of a furious glare. "And the times I ACTUALLY CARE, you throw it in my face!?" As if on que, he withdrew all emotion to hide behind his trademark smirk. "You know FullMetal, I AM the Flame Alchemist. I know my burns, and that happens to be a bad one. I suggest you treat it soon." Leaning back in his chair, Mustang promptly flung his feet onto his desk with his head propped up by his hands. "I could treat that for you, that is, if you want me to..." he said in his most proffessional voice.

"And what makes you think I'd let a bastard like YOU help me?" Ed looked down at his hand. It really did hurt. It was throbbing so bad.

A slight chuckle made it through the Colonel's mouth. "That is, if you don't want to have TWO Automail Arms..."

"W-what?" Edwards annoyed face twisted into fear. "What do you mean? Like, it's gonna burn off?"

That same smirk never left Mustang's face. "Of course, once the pain sinks through too far, you won't feel a thing. In fact, your arm won't obey you at all. It will become dead weight on your body."

A look of horror flashed across Edward's face. "I-It will? I...Here! Make it stop!" Edward ran over to Mustang's side. This was too easy.

Mustang went through his drawer for some burn gel. Once he located this rarely used substance, he took off his gloves and poured a bit onto his hands. "Okay, this should help." Mustang assured and began rubbing Ed's flesh hand with both of his in an almost soothing way.

Ed found that it felt great. There wasn't that horrible stinging as he touched things. No, Mustang's hands felt cold and smooth against his own. Ed came back to reality noticing the Colonel staring contently at him. How long had he been dozing off? "Colonel, it works, it's fine. You can let go of my hand now."

This little comment snapped Roy back to HIS reality as he let go of the hands he was holding to wipe them off on a tissue. "I told you it would feel better."

A moment later, Hawkeye kicked the door open. She marched to the Colonel's desk and placed a stack of papers there. Confused, she looked at the two of them. From Roy, to Ed. "You two are being unussually quiet...What's that?" Hawkeye picked up the bottle on the table and eyed the instructions carefuly. "Only for minor burns. Severe burns should be treated by a Doctor immediatly..." She set the bottle back on the table. "Roy? Did you burn Edward!?" She grabbed her gun and held it high.

Ed frowned at Mustang in disbelief. "You BASTARD! You said If I didn't do anything my arm will fall off!"

"No, I said that if you did nothing, you would lose all feeling in your arm for the rest of your life." Mustang corrected childishly.

"That's not the point! It wasn't severe!" Ed stood up waving his fist around.

Hawkeye glared at Roy fiercly. In return, Mustang only smiled and replied, "What? I had to say that or he wouldn't accept the gel. We can't have him running around after Chimeras like that!"

Ed stopped. "So, the whole reason I'm here is for a Mission?" He sat back down. Finally, he could actually DO something! He was going insane from boredom.

Hawkeye rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess that solves that dispute. Might I remind you that the paper work must be done in, oh say, one hour?" Hawkeye saluted them and began to leave. As she was leaving, she turned her head smiling. "Have fun!"

Mustang's jaw hit the desk. One hour? How was that possible with a stack that huge? He sighed, and handed Ed a sheet of paper. "You're dismissed. That is your mission. Go home and read it. You'll need plenty of rest if you hope to counter this sly little fox." He grabbed his pen and began to sign papers.

Looking at the sheet of paper, Edward walked home...

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So, how was it? This is my second fic here, and I haven't written in a long time. I've been reading fics to see how they explain their surrounding. You know, adding detail? Well, I don't have spellcheck, but I do check my work several times. See any errors, lease tell me! I want to know! I want this to be perfect when i'm done! I'm quite skeptical about the word "que" I KNOW it's a word, I just don't know if it's spelled right. Well, I'll update later. PLEASE review! Otherwise I'll assume no one likes it.