Oooooook! So. Anyway. The final pairing poll was this-
(RoyEd-3 Havocai-3 FuerySciez-1 WinSciez-1 Royai-1)) Since there is a tie for the third one, I WILL allow voting for one of these three in reviews or PM. ((Past Royai, AlWin, FuerySciez.)) Pick wisely! Also, I will try to do onesided things. If you request it. :P But if you request, it must be in review! And just because you've reviewed once doesn't mean you can't review more! :)
Lieutenant Malson sighed. Squad fourteen was supposed to be an unruly group. He had to train them, and fast. He had gotten a promotion through 'Saving the Lt. Colonel's life'. He was actually surprised the Fuhrer believed that bullshit.
"Blundering fools." he muttered under his breath. Though only a Second Lieutenant, he still had significant power over the younger officers. The highest in his group a Sargent Major. He stopped in front of the large doors to the training area. Slowly, he pushed it open. They all snapped to a salute.
"Sir!"
Lt. Malson was mildly surprised. He expected them a bit more...wild.
"Men. At ease. Now, show me your skills!"
Roy was just about done packing. It was still relatively early, only three in the morning. He had to leave Central by six. Thankfully, Grumman had approved his leave. He sighed, and resumed packing. He'd have to steal from the Military Veteran Hospital today. He closed his bag and slung it over his shoulders. He had to pick up some food from the market, steal- erm...borrow with out permission from the hospital, and leave on time. Alright. He could do this. He exited with what could only be the grace of a Military man, which he was, and headed out toward town. Luckily, the horse vendors (1) had sold him a nice Arabian, for a cheap price too. He could always return it or sell it later.
"Ah! Sir Mustang. The horse is this way." A man led him to the stables, pulling out a beautiful Chestnut colored Stallion.
"He's very nice. You have the money I wired?"
"Yes! Thank you for the generous tip!"
Roy smiled.
"Yes, yes. Now, he comes with the tack?"
"Nothing but the finest, sir!"
He nodded and mounted the steed, pulling in the reins.
"I appreciate it. I'll be off then." With a wave, he trotted over to the fruit stands. They had assorted shapes and sizes, and more importantly, drinking gourds. He eventually took four large gourds, one with water, the others empty for the blood. Somehow, the owner had gotten him to also buy a few melons. Oh well. They would be a good snack. Now, he had the hospital.
When Roy arrived, the nurse greeted him kindly.
"Hello sir! How may I help you?"
Roy felt guilty. He didn't like raiding. Maybe he should just...ask? No.
"Hello. I'd like to visit room 2004?" He wasn't sure who was in there now, but he knew it was close to a storage room.
"Sir, Major Stanfred is in a coma, are you sure?"
"Yes. I knew him briefly. Just wanted to see him before I leave on my trip." he gave her a charming smile. She smiled flirtatiously.
"Of course, right this way!" She led him there, handing him a clip board. He knew that it probably had her name and number, but at the moment, he didn't care. She left him there, and he sat a minute, waiting to make sure she was gone. He then walked over to the sleeping patient.
"Thank you. Maybe I should give you a special thanks." Mustang leaned down, catching the man's arm and bringing it to his mouth. He slowly bit down, injecting antidote into his veins. It would be a matter of hours until he awoke. The Colonel placed the clipboard on the side table, and left the room swiftly. Peeking around as not to get caught, he slowly exited the room. Creeping along the inner wall, he came to the double doors, locked, and filled with blood. He did a simple transmutation and entered the small, dank room. Then, filling his empty files and gourds, he emptied the crimson liquid into them. He left the room just in time, as a doctor entered to fetch some, perhaps for a transfusion patient.
"Oh. My. God."
Alphonse looked over.
"Brother?"
"Al...he just...broke into the hospital storage..."
the younger looked in shock.
"Really? What for? Do you know what he picked up?"
Edward shook his head in frustration.
"No...Damn...I'll find out what that Bastard is up to...I swear it!"
Roy swiftly left the hospital, not even glancing in the nurses way. He had other things to do. Besides, his mind was occupied. With what, he didn't even want to admit to himself. He couldn't help but to remember when he and Maes had gone out for a drink. No, not the vampire kind. The normal, human kind. The first time anyone had figured out the truth.
The green eyed fellow approached Roy, hands in his pockets, eyes focusing on him.
"Roy."
"Hughes? What brings you out here this late?" Hughes smiled softly.
"There's something we need to talk about. Come." He led Roy to an alley, pushing him against the wall.
"H-hughes? Who are you! What have you done with-"
"Shut up. It's me. I know that for a fact. But I'm a little confused on who you are?"
"Hughes? Are you kidding me? We've known each other for what, fourteen years? Of course-"
"That's not what I'm talking about. And you know it."
"Hughes, I really don't know what you're talking-"
"You're not human, are you?" Damn. He should have known. The man was a good detective, and somehow, he knew it was only a matter of time.
"..."
"I'll take that as a yes. Then, what are you? You're not a Homunculus, are you?"
"No. I...I'm..A more...Nocturnal creature."
"Werewolf? It would explain why you haven't been at work every fullmoon."
"No, Maes. Listen, you can't tell anyone about this. It would...ruin...everything." The bespectacled man nodded.
"I am well aware of this, Roy."
"...Lamia." Maes' eyes widened.
"Lamia...Xingese(1) for...Vampire...among others, right?"
"That is correct."
After that, Maes had insisted he help Roy. Especially when he needed food. Ironically, he even told Gracia he was going 'drinking' with Mustang, and assured his wife he wouldn't drink, he was just there to talk and drive Roy home. She hadn't a clue how true that was. The first time, he was knocked out. Eventually, he got better and better at keeping conscious. But now, his mind was wandering on a particular alchemist. He could read Ishvalen, and had not escaped Roy's line of sight as he left the hospital. He could only hope he could hold until Edward was free of the military. Best if no-one knew anymore. It was too dangerous. But that brat...just what was he up to? He rode Santoya, he named the horse, to the station, placing him in the livestock compartment. He took to his private quarters quietly and fell asleep. He needed the rest. After all, it was only four in the morning.
"Ed! Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, what if he sees us?"
"Just act surprised. If he asks, I'm getting automail re-adjustments."
Al sighed. Ed really needed to come to terms with himself. Whenever he asked about Mustang, Ed would get fidgety. And Alphonse, being the sly sleuth he is, could easily tell Ed had a crush. I mean, no matter what the excuse, you can't possibly look at someone that long without admitting you're in-
"Al?" Ed brought him out of his thoughts. "Something wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, no! I was just thinking."
Edward gave the younger a worried look.
"Ok. Just be careful. Let's go, we'll miss our train!"
Al gave an enthusiastic nod and followed quickly behind his brother. They boarded just in time, and found a seat furthest from the private military cabins.
"This way, Mustang won't see us." Ed had said. On the bright side, he got to see Winry and Granny again. It hadn't been long since their visit to Central, but Al didn't get much chance to talk to them. Risembool was the last stop, exiting only few passengers. Edward and Alphonse used this to their advantage. They stayed just in Roy's blind spot. And once he had turned a completely opposite direction, the two sprinted to the Rockbell house, hoping to be unseen.
Roy was getting an uneasy feeling. He got Santoya, and was on his way to the border, but he had the weirdest feeling someone was following him. And more than one someone. He kicked the stallion, forcing him to a gallop, and stopped by a small stream. He watered his horse, knowing it would need it. He would be on his way soon.
Edward and Alphonse only spent a few hours to have breakfast with their extended family. They explained they had business to do, and wouldn't be back till somewhere around the twenty-fifth.
"Could Al stay with you? It'd be too dangerous for him in the desert."
"Of course, you and Al are always welcome. Come back safely." Granny, Winry, and Al waved him off, Ed already running down the small hill. It would be a long journey.
YAY! Another chapter. So anyway.
(1) This is actually Latin xD
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