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Chapter number two for your reading pleasure!

Warnings: Language, and Hilarity will ensue, according to Amanda. (She's hot. She's houseprodigy. She has a very popular story. A Lot To Make Up For. If you haven't read it. Go do so.)

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Roy Mustang went about his morning as he generally did. He woke up promptly at 5AM. He dressed in a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt and would run his typical routine, around the block, across the park, down the boulevard, and back around. He wasn't staying in shape by doing paperwork all day.

He took a shower after getting back inside, and went on with his normal grooming activities. He tied his towel loosely around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, heading towards his bedroom. He couldn't help but notice a wide-eyed, yet sleepy looking blonde staring at him from a door down.

Oh, yeah.

"Er, Good Morning."

Edward did realize at this point, that his face turned red that could cause his very coat to blush. He promptly slammed the door shut and hid himself back under his covers. Roy shrugged it off,

Perhaps the teen was a sleepwalker.

He clothed himself in his military uniform, save the jacket, and went downstairs. He decided that since he had guests, he should, in fact, prepare breakfast. He wasn't sure what Edward liked to eat, but he couldn't be that picky. He'd seen the boy actually eat the food from the cafeteria at headquarters, so he didn't doubt that he could stomach his food. After looking through his refrigerator long enough, he decided to make and omelet and bacon for the boy.

Wasn't possible to go wrong with that, right?

Edward was staring at the threads on the comforter he cocooned himself in. He was half-asleep, that was probably why he blushed. Absolutely no other reason. None. Nothing. Nada. He continued to poke at himself in his mind until a wonderful smell drifted up to his nostrils, oh, yes. It was food. Something he hadn't eaten since early yesterday. Food in all of its glory was calling his name.

He decided to pull on his leather pants and black tank top before going downstairs, and tried to comb his hair back a little bit. In the end, and many curses aimed towards the thick blonde hair filled with tangles later, he threw his hair back into a loose bun and headed towards the amazing aroma.

He found his way into the kitchen, and saw Roy humming and concentrating on some bacon in a pan. He stepped in and continued to watch the older man cook. Roy knew he was there, and finally decided to speak up.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"Oh, uh, yeah."

Roy gave a sidelong glance, and noted the boy watching the bacon in the pan.

"It's bacon. I made omelets as well."

"Omelets?"

Roy quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, have you not had one before?"

The boy shook his head, looking kind of dazed. In this moment, he realized Ed was, to be blunt, very strange. He'd never seen someone space out so much or act so strangely around him. He almost wondered if he did or said something to offend him. He brushed his thoughts aside and prepared a plate for the blonde boy and himself. He motioned for the boy to take his plate and go to the small breakfast table.

"What do you want to drink? Coffee, Orange Juice,…Milk?"

He heard the boy snarl.

"Coffee, black."

Roy shook his head and poured two cups of coffee and headed over to sit near the boy with his plate. When he sat down, he watched Ed poke and prod the omelet. He finally cut a small piece of his off and took a bite, chewing slowly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he began shoveling the breakfast food into his mouth.

"What's in this?" Edward said, trying to choke down the last bite.

"Well, there are eggs, peppers, ham, onions, cheese…"

Suddenly, Ed stopped chewing.

"…cheese?"

"Yes, cheese."

The boy swallowed hard. He pushed the plate away and glared at the man.

"That's…gross."

"Cheese is not gross Fullmetal."

"Yes it is. It's dairy and it's just…Ew." The boy made a strange face and started drinking his coffee.

Someone had obviously forgotten what manners were. Roy worked his jaw, watching the boy. They continued to glare at each other. Daggers were flying across the table, and someone was bound to get hurt.

Roy cut off a piece of his omelet, making sure to display the cheese. He slowly put it in his mouth, and sense the younger boy had no manners, why should he? He chewed open mouthed and made the most obnoxious noises possible.

"Yum. Cheese."

"You're a fucking gross bastard." Edward said, looking away from the display of the multicolored matter rolling around Roy's mouth. The boy got up with his coffee and started out of the kitchen and he heard Roy yelled, trying to sound as obnoxious as possible, (which he could still tell he was talking through the his food),

"Yeah, and don't you forget it!"

Ed could practically feel the spit and fragments of food beaming him in the back of the head.

Alphonse was busy reading in his room as he heard Ed come thumping back upstairs. He was tempted to go down with Ed earlier and force him to apologize, but he hoped it would come on its own, but obviously, it hadn't. He sighed to himself and was silently hoping that the boy would lighten up. He was being about as tough on Roy as Riza Hawkeye was on a day to day basis. He almost pitied the man for having to now put up with two bitchy blondes.

Edward came into Al's room and put his cup of coffee on the bedside table, then promptly threw himself over the bed.

"You didn't apologize, did you?"
"Nope. Didn't plan on it."
"Brother…"
"Why should I?"
"Because, he's letting us stay in his home…because he always treats us well."
"He's a bastard."
"Even if he is, we owe him a lot."

Ed snorted and buried his head in the pillow.

Alphonse was simply frustrated with his brother. Couldn't he just suck it up? His ego was bigger than he was and it was quite a display for a near 16 year old boy to be merely 5 feet tall and talking like he was above everyone else. Being a prodigy clearly made this boy's head swell. Perhaps that was why he wore his hair long, to cover the swelling skull.

Al started laughing at himself, and this obviously ticked the younger boy off.

"Just what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, Nothing." Al said, trying to control his laughter.

Ed rolled his eyes and crawled off the bed.

"Allllllll."
"Francieeee."

Alphonse was promptly clobbered with a pillow.

"I'm really sorry for brother—"
"I already said you don't have to apologize. He'll come around."
"But it's so rude…"
"Just talk to him. Maybe he'll come around."
"I hope so. We'll see you later Col—Roy."

Al was now staring intently at the blonde boy who actually decided to venture through the study, tracing his fingers across the spines of the books which were neatly arranged in mahogany bookcases.

"Garbage, boring, lame, stupid, shit, stupid…"

Again, Al wished he had eyes to roll at his brother.

"What is your problem? You weren't like this before."
"It's Colonel Shit's taste in literature. This man can't buy a decent book to save his life—"
"From what I could tell, he had a very nice collection of books. They went into other areas of science and alchemy, along with classic writings and literature."
"Yeah, I'm really impressed."
Al could swear he just saw a glimpse of sarcasm drip from Ed's mouth.
He continued observing his older brother in order to draw up some type of diagnosis in his head for the behavior of said boy.

Okay, Al. You can figure out something.

At first, he thought that maybe it was just the change in place, but it's not as though he was uncomfortable in the new house. He watched as his brother found a book that finally caught interest and found a small nook to begin reading. If he was uncomfortable, he more than likely would have gone outside, like he would have if he were at a stranger's house. It couldn't be this.

The more he thought about it, the more he started to think over the actions, and his increased hostility towards Roy. The boy had become very irritable at the mention of moving in with the man, and it sparked strings of wild suggestions and ways to divert from Operation Invade House Mustang. He was doing all he could to be rude, but came off as incredibly uncouth, especially around the man, which resulted in steering clear of anything related to the man. His presence and mention were clearly what he was trying to avoid, but not the fact that he was sharing a house with him…

Perhaps…

…No way.

Roy was currently reading over the normal things he had to read everyday. A report on the happenings in the military here and there, forms to sign, the usual. He couldn't quite shake the burden he was carrying right now, something that was weighing in on him terribly, it could crush his conscious.

Oh yes, he was bored, and it was beginning to annoy him.

He attempted to make miniature statues out of post-its, paperclips, tape, string, and whatever else he could find in or around his desk. So far, he was proud of his little misshapen tower. He created a little flag for it, and when he went to set it on top, it ended up tumbling over. The man felt incredibly defeated. It's not like leaning towers could ever be considered structural genius.

Riza would probably get onto him for the mess later, and he began rubbing his temples just imagining what the extent of the headache would be afterwards.

You would seriously think that getting a gun pointed so closely to your face, so many times, could cause long term effects. He was going to have to check up on that.

Speaking of headaches, his thoughts traveled to another headache inducing…creature. Said creature had probably already destroyed his house, and he dreaded seeing what condition his home would be in upon return.

Maybe he could charm the boy into being pleasant. He could bring home Xingian food. Not one person could deny, not even picky blonde chibi boy, could turn away such a delicacy. There was no dairy involved at all. The boy would love the food, and he could top it off with a nice dessert from the sweet shop from down the street. Everyone loves sweets, especially Edward Elric. He saw the miniature porker stuffing his face with cookies and assorted sweets before. The boy would surely be pleased.

He smirked.

Roy Mustang, you're such a fucking genius.

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