Chapter Two: Judge me all you want, but keep the verdict to yourself.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews. Didn't think that anybody would like it. Guess I was wrong. In the first chapter, I sort of forgot the disclaimer. I don't own it. Period. Happy? Also, some impute on the ideas for this fic. Are always welcome as well.

C.K.

(Central Military Headquarters; Edward Elric; 11:35 a.m.; March 3)

Edward Elric wandered throughout the military headquarters absently, not really caring who he ran into at the moment. He glared down at his hands, taking in the spiked bracelets he was wearing. They matched the black collar around his neck anyway. The collar just happened to match his black jeans and the dark blue sweater, which in turn matched his black and blue combat styled boots. The last person who made a joke about his new appearance, just happened to end up in the hospital looking a whole lot more black and blue than he did. It was funny really.

A cold smile crept onto Ed's features at the memory. The alchemist was a little frightened at his own actions at first, but then it just seemed to become funnier when he realized why he did it. Somebody was laughing at him behind his back. Now Edward was the one laughing at somebody's pain. Easy to say that no one else decided to crack any jokes about Ed's new black and blue look.

Flicking a stray piece of his highlighted hair out of his face, the alchemist had to wonder why he bothered wearing it down all of a sudden. Golden eyes flashed dangerously when the sound of nearby footsteps reached his ears. As of recently, he had been working to heighten his senses. His hearing was sharper than it was a week ago and so was his eyesight. That's why he was able to identify who it was before they even turned the corner and started walking to the other end of the hallway towards the Fullmetal Alchemist.

Making a low growling noise in the back of his throat, Edward began walking on again. He wasn't fond of his superior officer at the moment. Then again, who was he fond of? "Edward, will you stop for one second and just listen to me for once? You've gone too far with this. Especially now that Havoc's in the hospital." Roy Mustang snapped, grabbing a hold of Ed's arm and stopping the blonde from walking away.

Edward cocked his head to the side as he allowed what had been said to sink in. That same cold smile returned at the reminder of the person he had his little "chat" with. "Havoc got what was coming to him and I'm not sure what you're talking about." He growled out, eyes flashing dangerously with his anger again. The colonel had no rights to judge him Especially after all he had put the golden eyed teenager through.

Roy, taken back at the younger alchemist's reaction, glared at the shorter military official. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! Your little attitude is getting on my last nerves! You've injure one military officer, scared countless others, and can't seem to understand what you're doing! What ever you've done to make yourself get like this now, stop being the annoying little useless pest you are and get the hell over it." The colonel snapped harshly, turning away from the hurt blonde. "That's an order." Roy added just as coldly, starting to walk back down the hall.

Unsure as to the why that had hurt so much, Ed turned away from Roy and started walking again. Was he really that bad now? Had he changed that much? Then again, did Roy truly dislike him that much? But most importantly, is that how he really felt about the blonde? Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, but he actually looked up to Roy. So, maybe he really was the source of everyone's problems.

Once he had turned the corner, a faint light enveloped his body as he transformed himself from Roy Mustang back to his favored form. That had been way to easy to accomplish. Not to mention how fun it was.