A/N: Sorry, this took forever to get up. (thats what he said ha ha sorry) Anyway, I have been busy as fuck for some odd reason. No I wasn't I was just sleeping too much. I don't even know honestly. The important thing is its up now, so YAY! Yeah... Ignore me... Responses: Brenne: That would be very angsty, Very, very angsty. But thank you! I'm so happy you like it! Brenne (again :D): I'm not sure if Izumi will actually find out about Ed being in the military, but there will be close calls!
"Fullmetal, come on!" Mustang growled as he attempted to drag the Fullmetal Alchemist off the train platform. Everyone had changed out of their uniforms in order to not be recognized later on. Havoc, Hawkeye and the others had taken their designated car and left already, leaving only Mustang, Falman and Ed. Falman was awaiting his two superiors in the second car down the street as Ed refused to move from the cover of the platform.
"NO! If I go, we'll walk right in front of the butcher's shop!" Ed hissed, digging his heels into the ground and yanking back as hard as he could.
"Dammit, Fullmetal! You're causing a scene!" Mustang growled as he noticed all the stares the two were receiving. "What the hell is so bad about the butcher's shop!?"
"It's where Teacher lives!" Ed snapped back. Mustang groaned angrily. 'Again with this 'teacher'! Was she really that scary!?' Mustang thought to himself.
"I will carry you out of here if I have to and I know you don't want that, so just cooperate!" The colonel snarled. He suddenly released his hold on Ed, causing him to go flying backwards and land on his back. The air was knocked out of him when he slammed against the ground. Struggling for air, he sat up and glared at his superior officer. Mustang smirked and said, "I'm serious, I will carry you if you don't come with me."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try, bastard!" Ed grouched, standing and crossing his arms stubbornly. He closed his eyes and looked away angrily, clearly not expecting the colonel to actually listen to him, because the next thing he knew he was he was swept into a pair of arms, bridal style. The blond's eyes snapped open in shock as he took in the smirking face of the colonel and registered the fact that they were leaving the train platform and heading towards the butcher's shop.
"I didn't mean that! Lemme down!" Ed screeched, kicking and flailing his arms wildly. Mustang easily avoided all the waving limbs and continued down the street with the enraged alchemist in his arms. "Dammit, Mustang, I'm serious! Put me down!"
"Sorry, kid, but if I do, you'll just run off somewhere." Mustang said, the smirk still on his face. Suddenly, his smirk turned evil as he looked down at the teen in his arms. "Oh, look! There's a woman outside the butcher's shop! What a coincidence!"
Ed's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he snapped his head around to look at the butcher's shop. Sure enough, there stood a woman with black dreadlocks and a blue tattoo on her collar bone. The small blond gave a yelp of terror and began to struggle with newfound vigor.
Finally, when they were only about ten feet away from the butcher's shop, Ed gave another frightened gasp before burying his head into the colonel's chest in a weak attempt to hide from his teacher. Mustang glanced down at him in surprise. 'Just how scary is this lady to make Fullmetal resort to this?' Mustang thought. Since he was looking at Ed in his arms, he wasn't watching where he was going and accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going!" Mustang apologized, grinning sheepishly at the person. Said person just happened to be Ed's teacher.
"It's quite alright." Ed's teacher replied. Ed tensed and tightened his grip on Mustang's jacket when he heard the voice. "Are you new in town? I haven't seen you around."
"Yes, I just moved in down the street. I'm Roy Smith and this is my son, Edward." Mustang introduced. Ed's teacher cocked her head to the side.
"I'm Izumi Curtis…" She said quietly, staring intently at Ed. She looked up at Mustang, worry shining in her eyes. "Is he alright?"
"Just train sick is all. He'll be okay in a while." The colonel chuckled as he felt Ed tense up again. "Well, it's been nice to meet you, but I should be on my way. Lots of unpacking to do! Goodbye Ms. Curtis!"
Mustang swiftly walked past Izumi as he could tell Ed would probably freak out if he was around her any longer. He still didn't understand what was so scary about her, she seemed like a very nice woman. Ed didn't move from his position until Mustang threw him into the car where he immediately pressed himself against the door and pulled his knees to his chest while shivering violently. The Flame Alchemist chose not to question it for now.
"What the hell was that about?" Falman questioned as Mustang climbed into the passenger's seat. "Ed looked like he was clinging to you for dear life."
"He probably thought he was." Mustang shrugged, glancing back at said alchemist who was still intensely shaking. "We ran into his teacher. I don't see what is so scary about her, Izumi is a nice woman from what I can tell."
"That still doesn't explain why you were carrying him." Falman pointed out. Mustang chuckled.
"That was because he refused to leave the platform. So I threatened to carry him and he said, 'I'd like to see you try'. So I did." Mustang explained, leaning back in his seat with a smirk.
"YOU BASTARD!" Ed suddenly exploded from the back seat. Mustang sighed and looked back at his fuming subordinate. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT! I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, DAMMIT!"
"But you're still alive." Mustang pointed out as Falman began to drive. Ed yelled in anger and slammed his head against the window in a fit of rage.
A few hours later, everything was set up as planned. Hawkeye, Havoc and Breda were keeping eyes on the house, Fuery was manning communications, Falman was dressed like a butler (much to his discomfort), Mustang was trying to get drugs from the gang they were after so they would begin trusting them, and Ed was probably in a fight somewhere. For once, Ed was doing what he was supposed to, in a way. Since he was supposed to be the 'rebellious son', getting in a bunch of fights would probably help that image. On the other hand, he still screamed and ran in terror if he saw someone he knew.
"Hey, you little punk! Who the hell do you think you are!?" A man fumed after Ed had punched him so a young woman could escape his advances. As soon as the man said the word 'little', Ed exploded.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLIN A TINY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!" Ed roared as he slammed his foot into the man's face. Said man yelped and scuttled backwards while cupping his nose in his hand.
"I didn't say all that! I'm sorry!" Just as Ed was about to beat the man up some more, someone interfered much to Ed's annoyance and the man's delight.
"Ed! Leave the man alone!" A voice called. Ed's fist froze an inch from the man's face as he turned slightly to look at the source of the voice. "Let's go!"
"Dammit." Ed sighed as he lowered his fist. He glared down at the man in his grasp and hissed, "If I see you doin' anything else stupid, you'll be sorry."
"Y-Yes! Of course! I won't do anything ever again!" The man choked out, raising his hands in surrender. Ed violently threw him to the ground then spun on his heel and stalked off.
"What the hell, Mustang!? That asshole deserved it!" Ed hissed when he joined him.
"You have to be at least slightly subtle, Fullmetal." Mustang sighed as he made his way back to the mansion.
Sorry for the shitty ending. I have writer's block I apologize.
