Hey yo! it's chapter 3! i hope you enjoy! i stayed up till 6 in the morning to finish! expect more Edo and Aru soon! remember this is just a fanfiction! i dont own FMA!

"My Bomber; My Peacemaker"

"You left and placed a chill in my heart"

"Miss Madeline."

"Right…I'm supposed to answer to that now…"

"Oh! Mr. Mustang!"

That man always looked happy to see me… I wonder why? Miss Hawkeye was always there too, shadowing behind him.

He didn't order anything, but he looked as though he wanted to discuss something.

I met him in Ishval as well. He was so distant then, although he still is now…he HAS loosened up a bit. But that may be thanks to mister Hughes.

"Do you remember Solf J. Kimbley?"

I shuddered at his name…truthfully, even slightly remembering him would make me jumpy.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said while pulling a few sheets of paper out of his secretaries hands.

"You need to give let Kimbley read this at the Central Prison."

That's an odd request, "Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm overdue on most of my paperwork and I don't feel like seeing him!" he said defensively.

"Aren't you always overdue on paperwork?"

"What! ?"

"That's what miss Hawkeye said over the phone yesterday…"

He threw a distraught face at her…

Hawkeye looked away.

The walk to the prison was a long and cold one. Each time the wind blew through her face it felt like opening a freezer door. If only I could wear something to cover my face…sure I was still wearing jeans, a sweater, tiny boots, a scarf, and a green belted jacket but I was still cold.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I arrived at the big prison gates. After I shouted at the guard near the front door to open up the gates, I clenched my stomach tightly with my fist. I felt like puking. Lifting up my head to pray, I wished he didn't smell like blood.

The hallway was colder inside. White walls encased everywhere I looked. Brown uniforms covering the men standing guard with huge black guns at every single cell door I passed.

And here I am; room 082.

When the warden opened the door to his cell I didn't know what to expect. But there he was.

Not so bad. Sitting there being absolutely still…he looked like a little angel. And then he turned his head to the door. His amber eyes looking me over, as if trying to remember something important.

Then catching his wicked smile through all that black hair covering his face.

"I missed you Christina…" he whispered.

My heart jumped. Hearing his voice after so long made my entire body shiver. If words could kill…

"What a look on your little face…Let me guess…You missed me?"

I shrugged him off, even though, yes, for some sick masochistic reason I really had missed him.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm here because Colonel Mustang didn't want to see you." I said while pulling out the mysterious orange folder from my jacket.

"No surprise there; we really didn't see eye to eye Ishval." he mused, brushing it off.

He walked slowly to the bar doors. "How have you been?"

He was talking like we were old friends…very unexpected of him. What was he playing at?

Then he did something more unexpected, he tugged, with what little freedom of his hands he had, at the ends of my green jacket. Looking at me like a viper looked at its prey. I tried to avoid his stare the best I could, but I didn't feel it was working. I could still sense this eerie feeling in my chest.

I tried to act like I didn't care. But he knew me differently…if only I weren't so clingy to him in the war. Just because a very handsome, very smart, very, very charismatic gentleman takes you by the hand and…where was I going with that? And really, the only real reason I was so calm around him was because that big guy in the white…dress robe told him not to harm me. And he seemed like the kind of man to always follow orders. The reason I had begun to fall for him at that time was because he treated me like an equal. Not as a little girl like everyone else.

Maybe I clinged to his hand to much. Or maybe it looked like I trusted him too much.

I pulled out the paper inside and held it up so he could read it, just like Roy-san told me to.

Looking it over for a couple seconds, he squinted and asked to see it closer. I didn't see why not…so I held it right up to the bars…and then he tugged at the cloth on my wrist.

I tired my best to gently wave his hand back into his cell…but the tips of my fingers strayed into the lions den.

He violently grabbed my delicate wrist and pulled my skinny arm inside his cell. My face slammed hard against the cold bars, and my poor shoulder feeling like it just got dislocated.

He pressed his scratchy cheek against mine and stuck out his tongue, revealing the little red jewel he worshiped in that desert wasteland.

"Why do you still have that! ? I thought they took it away from you!"

He closed his mouth and moved a bit farther from my face, "They couldn't after I killed them."

"Why would you kill them? They weren't on your list…were they?"

"No. I killed them because I wanted to…and I didn't mind keep her with me."

"You treat that thing like it's a little baby!" I shouted.

Kimbley frowned, "I'm disappointed. I thought you understood me."

The walk home was an unpleasant one. After the guard came and saved my arm from being blown apart, He laughed, letting it ring throughout the entire prison, Solf shouted that he was looking forward to seeing me again. Finally getting home, I threw off my shoes and sat down…taking in what just happened.

I sighed deeply while running my fingers through my hair…it was wet. Why did I let him get to me?

Suddenly a knock at the door made me jump. It's still a little early so it shouldn't be such a big surprise. Sliding up from the slumped position I was in, I shuffled my bare feet to the door, unlocked the chain, and saw a man in a blue military uniform…with blue eyes.

Suspicious. But I knew who he was.

Yet, why on earth would he see me now? Did I have to go inside that vein filled building again?

"So how was he?" he asked through the door.

"As always…It's just as always, playfully creepy."

"Nice description." he complemented as he showed himself into my house. "But…you did miss him didn't you?"

"Well I did." I answered bluntly. It was best not to lie to this thing, the truth would always find a way to come back and hurt me if I lied. I'm unlucky like that.

He didn't like the way I answered…maybe he wanted more chances to push my buttons.

"It looks cool…I mean I've only seen that thing once…"

"Whatever."

I put a black tea kettle on my stove; my evening ritual- make tea.

"Keeping tabs on me? It's only been about a year."

"Yeah well," Envy jumped up on my nice clean counter, "I needed to ask you about Kimbley anyways."

I thought about it for a second.

"You want to take that little red thing back?"

"Did you see him with it?"

"Well yes…he showed it to me."

"On his pink…wide…wet tongue…"

"That's it then. See ya!"

He waved goodbye while hopping down, strutting himself towards the door, seeing himself out.

"Don't leave Central until you see me again, alright?" he said while shutting the door.

"What the heck…?"

The pot started to boil over when I wondered why no one ever stayed for tea…then I realized that all the people I knew where probably up to something devious. As I went to turn the stove off, I couldn't help but scratch my cheek.

"After a year he only has a stubble?"

in case you're wondering, i got the room number 82 from the buddist god avalokiteshvara, who was represented by the red lotus. the number 82 comes from the number of chants that the god performs. and i couldn't find his real cell number TT_TT

hope Kimbley is in character...along with everybody else. please don't forget to review! love ya!