Ha! I actually updated!
Envy: this won't last you know, you have already joined three clubs,are required to write an 250+ word essay on your own time every week, and you already have started procrastinating on your homework...
Way to kill my good mood Envy..
Anyways, I have decided to write side stories relating to this if I get enough reviews. I plan to write one after every ten, and they will be about the time in between CoS and now. For example, Ed and Winery's wedding, and Envy's death scene. Anyways... Enjoy!
Roy walked out of his apartment and shut the door firmly behind him. He was in an exceptionally great mood, Mayes and his wife had invited him to Matchi's, a favorite restaurant of his ever since he had crossed over. As he walked memories of that night floated pell-mell around his brain. Giant flying rockets, the shrimp of a alchemist finally showing up, Armstrong restraining Hawkeye as his hot air balloon floated away. He sighed at the thought. Even though it had been fifteen years since he had come to be here, her face was clear as crystal, though almost everyone else's from his old life seemed to be faded, like an old photograph. At least over here he was able to see Hues. Alive that is. It was a surprise to him at first, like seeing a ghost, but he had adapted. A laugh escaped him when the memory of first meeting this world's Hues wormed its way into his thoughts.
Mustang kicked down the mangled metal door and stepped out of the battle worn flying machine. A shot rung out and Mustangs eyes immediately shot towards the source of the sound. He had expected this. Edward had mentioned it upon their brief interaction but Mustang was not prepared to see that face, that one face among the crowd. The face of his murdered best friend.
Maes was holding a pistol that still smoking slightly from the barrel. Tracing the path the bullet would have traveled with his eyes Mustang found himself beholding a large, gooey black humanoid. It collapsed, red mingling with the black tar like substance, streaming down the being's head. When it hit the ground the black substance decomposed in a matter of seconds, revealing a blonde haired woman, whom Mustang assumed was around her early fifties.
Shifting his gaze once more Mustang was put into a state of shock when his eyes landed back on Hues. He snapped himself out of it and flashed his signature cocky grin at the new Hues. " Never thought you'd have the guts to kill a woman, judging by how obsessed you are with Gracia" he said, smothering his words with a layer of sarcasm. Hues looked dumbstruck. " Who are you? Are you from Shambala? What did you do to Ed and how do you know about Gracia?" He said jutting a accusing finger at Mustang. Shit. He had forgotten, this was not his Hues. So it was plainly obvious this Hues didn't have his friends memories. But it was nice to know this Hues had a soft spot for the Gracia here.
" Sorry, yes I am from Amestris, I crossed over to help Ed shut the gate, which he is shutting on the other side" Mustang explained. He examined the rest of the group in front of him. A dark skinned woman was crouching over the body of a boy who resembled Alphonse, though without the signature Elric braid. The rest seemed to be scientists, the culprits who planned the invasion of his country, and men in blue uniforms that were identical to those Hues was currently wearing. Mustang assumed these were men of authority around here.
A deep menacing growl caused Mustang to swivel on his heels, instinctively his right hand rose up, with his middle and fore fingers already pressed to his thumb. The growl had emitted from a large sea green serpent in chains. It's large scaly body formed a massive circle. A chill ran down Mustang's spine. If Ed was correct this...monster was Envy and he was one of the factors that had opened the gate. Mustang turned reluctantly around the rag tag group behind him. He was not sure he wanted to keep the creature behind his back, but because he couldn't fry the thing with a snap of his fingers he was going to need a team. A blonde scientist stepped forward.
" Sir, how can we and our rockets be of any assistance?"
Mustangs mind wandered and the former memory melted into another.
He and Hues were standing a alleyway across from this Gracia's store. Hues kept glancing around the corner but kept falling back. A sigh escaped from him and he turned to leave. Mustang put a hand on his shoulder. " Go get her" he said pushing him out of the alleyway. Mustang watched his-old-but-new friend talk to the woman he was destined to marry. It was no surprise to Mustang when they hit it off wonderfully.
" Roy, come on over!" Hues said turning from Gracia with his familiar, smitten smile. Mustang smiled and walked over, thinking maybe life here wouldn't be so horrible.
" I have pictures to show you!" Maes called, bringing Mustang back to reality. Had he really gotten here so quickly? It was amazing how fast time passed in the present when you relived the past. Roy smiled back, and pushed the door open, preparing to be bombarded with pictures of Hughes wife and daughter.
Hawkeye stood by the edge of the area the portal had opened. She had found out its location after following the Elric brothers and Armstrong down when they ventured to destroy the portal. She nearly groaned at the thought of Armstrong restraining her at the time, so she didn't go after the general. It was so embarrassing, the way she broke down. It was a behavior she hoped she would never demonstrate again.
Now she studied the rubble with frustration. How could she open the portal with no alchemical power? Give her something to shoot at and it was all over, but this could not be solved by force. " God damn it!" Hawkeye yelled into the emptiness, punching the ground with tremendous force. Blood began to splatter the soot covered concrete, and her knuckles screamed in pain.
Sighing, she removed her jacket and wrapped it around her bloodied fingers. Cursing was not going to fix anything. It was time to hit the library.
After getting medical attention for her hand, Hawkeye was strolling through the alchemic section of the central library. Though she had already read most of the material, new books were constantly streaming in, so she tended to come in regularly.
After a few minutes browsing, Hawkeye literally crashed into a hulking body consisting of 50% muscle, 30% sparkles, and 20% crazy family obsession.
"Lieutenant! How marvelous to see you!" Armstrong bellowed, embracing Hawkeye in a hug so python like, she was surprised she didn't hear something snap.
"Major.. Good to see you.." Hawkeye managed to breath out.
" You must come over for dinner tonight! We can chat!" Armstrong yelled, sparkles dancing around his body like tiny planets orbiting a large, obnoxious sun. He began to drag Hawkeye (cursing herself for forgetting her artillery) out of the library, chattering along the way about things that were passed down the Armstrong line for generations.
