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~!?WainGuy?!~ here~~! I updated again! Wow 23 reviews for only 3 chapters! Im surprised! It completely shattered the other stories (except for CCDC) since they had more chapters and less reviews... Im was completely blown away... Now that my eye infection's nearly gone - by 2morrow it'll be gone - and I have to go back to school... Yazaa! Holiday's are getting close... During the weekends (when Im free) I'll update this story. Warning: Ed gonna get hurt...
Oh yeah, I realised that talking isnt a sense so here's another thing for...
Forect Children Facts:
8) Forest Children develop slower than normal children. They arent born with vocal cords. They develop vocal cords as they grow. Their vocal cords will be fully developed when they are roughly 5 - 6 years of age.
Another interesting fact: I noticed that I ended the 3 previous chapters with Roy saying something... Did anybody else notice this? If so, say you did! If not... well, nevermind then. Dont forget to review!! See ya soon~ FMA isnt mine! On with Chapter 4!!
Unexpected Visits
Sunday, 09:09am,
3rd June 1934,
at Rockbell Orphanage,
the backyard.
The sun shone brightly in the baby blue sky, little white fluffy clouds drifted by; it was the perfect weather to play outside so nearly everyone – from the orphanage – was outside, playing and having fun.
The Rockbell Orphanage backyard was alive with laugher, children running around and chasing each other, children smiling and playing. It was so alive and everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives. These children were the orphans that lived at the orphanage.
They stayed ignorant of the few people that had entered the Orphanage backyard, they only wanted to have fun and play, they weren't interested in who came and who went – unless if it was the other Rockbells – because they weren't effected in anyway.
A woman with dark brown curls of hair and calculative blue-ish violet eyes talked to their caretaker – Pinako Rockbell – with a small smile on her face. She wore a simple purple dress. Beside the woman stood a boy who looked no older than 7. He had really dark blonde hair with violet eyes. He wore a simple black top, grey shorts with sneakers and a black baseball cap to match.
The boy paid no interest to what the adults were chatting, discussing and talking about. He didn't really care since it didn't include him. He wanted to explore and he was bored to death just standing beside his mother, doing nothing except watch the other kids have fun.
"William? Would you like to look around?"
The boy – now named William – looked at his mother before he nodded, a big grin plastered on his face. The woman gave him the 'go ahead' and went away he did.
Now it was time to explore and have some mischievous fun!
He looked around as he walked when a blur of yellow caught his eyes. He looked closely and saw that it was a small boy with golden blonde hair and wide golden eyes. The boy looked young – younger than William, at least. He was wearing s long sleeved green shirt with dark green pants, however the clothes looked a bit too big.
The boy was sitting a bit away from the others and, most importantly, out of the adults view. He looked completely innocent, just staring at the fence – or was it something ON the fence? – with big, curious, golden eyes; in other words, the perfect target!
William smirked. Target sighted.
"HEY! KID!"
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Sunday, 09:12am,
3rd June 1934,
With Edward,
at Rockbell Orphanage,
the backyard.
The snail – that's what's it's called right? – was crawling slowly along the wooden surface. It looked so slow and it was leaving a trail of slime behind it. Why was it leaving a trail? Oh! Was because it didn't want to lose the trail from where it came from? Ed frowned and pondered. If so, why travel so slowly? Wouldn't it be faster if it just ran?
Ed blinked and stared at the snail. Does it even have legs? He looked closer and saw no legs. Oh! They travel so slowly because they don't have legs... That didn't seem right... Ed was so absorbed in trying to solve the snail mystery – at a snail's pace – that he didn't see the other boy approach him.
"HEY! KID!"
Ed looked away from the snail – who wasn't going anywhere any time soon, so don't worry Ed, you won't miss a thing! – to look at the strange new comer. It was a boy and he wore a lot of black. He had a darker shade of blonde hair and he had purple eyes. Wow! That was a strange eye color. He never saw that eye color before and it looked kindda weird, actually. No wonder not many people have it.
Ed blinked owlishly at the boy. Was he a new kid here? Or was he one of those kids who came to visit? He didn't know but he didn't really seem interested to know.
"The name's William. What's your name, pipsqueak?"
I AM NOT SMALL! Ed glared at William. He wasn't small! He was still growing!
They stood in silence until the older boy couldn't take it. "Hey! I told you my name so tell me yours!" he demanded, his voice portrayed how angry he was but the younger boy wasn't fazed the slightest bit. This seemed to piss the older boy as he walked towards Ed.
Ed sat were he sat, not knowing withier to stay or run for his life. But he chose to stay on the spot.
The boy grabbed his hair and yanked it. Ouch! Stop it! That hurts! Ed gripped the boy hands, trying to get him to let go, but the hands stayed.
William glared at the smaller – I AM NOT SMALL! – boy, dislike and disgust clear in his violet eyes and his face.
"When someone is talking to you, you should respond! It's very rude when you don't!"
He yanked harder and it hurt! Stop it! It hurts! I can't talk yet! Ed winced with pain but still somehow manage to glare at the boy. William wasn't having it.
He grabbed the Ed's arm and squeezed really, really hard. Ow! Stop it! It hurt so much, stop it! William twisted it, pulled it, squeezed it harder and slapped at it. And it hurt! Then he started hitting him in the stomach, his legs, and his back. He even stomped on his hand. Tears spilled from Ed's eyes. It hurt. Really, really bad. Just stop it!
It looked like William was about to do more when a woman's voice – most likely his mother – called out.
"William! We're leaving!"
William stopped his bashing and looked to the source of the sound. He glared one more time at the crying 4 year old and was pleased to note that none of those bruises could be seen. He turned and ran calling out to his mother.
"Coming!!"
Ed hugged himself. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so badly. Make it stop! Make it stop! But it didn't immediately go away. It became less and less before he felt so sore but his arm, the right one, hurt so much!
He slowly pushed the sleeve up and saw blue-black skin. Ed blinked. Can skin turn to such a color? He pressed a small finger at the bruise and winced. That hurt! He stayed there, hugging himself, wondering how he was going to make the pain stop.
And then it started to rain.
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Sunday, 09:23am,
3rd June 1934,
With Pinako Rockbell,
at Rockbell Orphanage.
Granny Pinako counted the heads of everyone, excluding her son and his family. 16 of them in the orphanage, and 1 in the rain. She sighed before grabbing her umbrella and walked out the door. She couldn't see the kid. Where was he?
"EDWARD! Come inside now!"
The kid didn't come. Hm... That's not like him...
"Edward! It's raining so come inside, now!"
The kid didn't come. She was starting to worry. It's not like the kid to simply ignore her, much less stay hidden.
She walked around, looking for that troublesome kid, only to find him hugging himself against the wooden fence. His shoulders were shaking and he wasn't looking at the sky like he'd normally do.
"Edward?"
The kid flinched before he looked at her. His bright golden eyes were clouded with pain and they were slightly red, it looked like the kid had been crying.
Pinako approached the kid and the kid just looked at her, his mouth was an unhappy frown.
"Ed? We're going to go inside and I'm going to have a look at you, alright?"
The 4 year old nodded but made no move to stand. Pinako gripped his arm to pull him up but his mouth open in a silent scream, his eyes crushed close and Pinako let go, looking at him with concern. She pulled his sleeve up and saw bruising.
"What happened, Edward?"
The boy shook his head, eyes still shut and his mouth pressed together. Tears ran down his face, mixing and falling with the rain. What had caused Ed to have such a bruise? Never mind that! She needed to bring him inside and take care of his bruises but she couldn't carry him.
"Ed, stay here. I'm going to call my son so he can carry you inside, alright?"
Ed nodded and Pinako went back inside the orphanage. She came back with her son behind here. He slowly picked Ed up and brought him into the orphanage. He placed the small boy on one of the many benches.
They coaxed him to remove his wet clothes and they saw the bruising. They covered his right arm pretty badly – it was the worse actually – and it also covered his chest and back. There were small bruises on his legs but it was enough for the 4 year old.
They then proceeded to tend to the bruises and the rain kept pouring.
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Sunday, 12:49pm,
3rd June 1934,
With Riza Mustang,
Mustang Manor.
The previous night before she and Roy had a serious talk about the boy, Edward. Roy told her that he was also a Forest Child and from the brief scene with the older woman had said that that boy was an orphan. They talked till it was the wee hours of the morning and Roy had work today, so he went but before he did, he said that he would be fine with whatever decision she made.
Ever since that brief encounter with that small boy, Riza had been thinking about him. He had such a brilliant shade of golden hair, two miniature suns as his eyes, how he looked at things with curious innocence; he was adorable and had somehow entered her heart.
She wanted to see him grow, she wanted to get to know him better and she wanted to raise him as her child with Roy. Edward was such a beautiful boy and when he grew up, he would be handsome.
Riza had made her mind in those wee hours of the morning and she wanted to see the boy again. Since he was an orphan so he would – logically – be at an orphanage and there were only two orphanages in Central. One was the Rosary Orphanage and the other – which was close to the Central Park – was called Rockbell Orphanage and that was where Ed was most likely at.
She dressed herself in a plain white blouse with black pants, grabbed her handbag – which was also black – with the car keys and brought Black Hayate with her. They were going to the orphanage so that they could see Ed again.
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Sunday, 12:59pm,
3rd June 1934,
With Riza Mustang,
Rockbell Orphanage.
Riza looked around the orphanage, Black Hayate beside her. The orphanage wasn't so big and it wasn't so small. The backyard was huge and you could see Central Park from here. The rain had stopped and the ground was soaked. The orphans were playing with the mud and were enjoying themselves.
Riza smiled at their innocence as they played, laughed and giggled with each other, without a care in the world. They were so innocent, so adorable and so full of life. A life she could never bring into this world.
She pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She was here to see Edward, not sulk. She looked around but could not see the small boy. Where was he?
"Good Afternoon. Can I help you with something?"
She turned around to see the old woman from yesterday. The older woman recognized here.
"Oh. You're the woman from yesterday, right?"
Riza nodded. The old woman smiled.
"I'm Pinako Rockbell and I'm in charge of the orphanage and its orphans. And you are...?"
"I'm Riza Mustang and this here is Black Hayate," Riza introduced them both to the older woman. The dog barked at his name and his tail wagged slightly.
"Ah. The pup's here too. Where's the man?"
"He's at work and he's name is Roy Mustang."
"Ah, I see. He's your husband, right?"
Riza nodded. The old woman then turned serious.
"Well, since you're here, what business do you have here?"
"I would like to see the boy, Edward, if you'd let me."
Pinako frowned and clicked her tongue. "Sure, but don't touch him. He's hurt and we don't know the cause of the injuries but their bad and they hurt. Follow me."
The old woman turned around and began walking, Riza followed with Hayate at her heels.
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Sunday, 12:25pm,
3rd June 1934,
With Edward,
Upstairs in the sleeping chambers.
They had bandaged his arms and the places with the bruises. His arms look like a mummified arm and they covered the blue-ish black skin and they didn't hurt. They wrapped around his chest and back and a small part of his legs and foot.
But they stopped hurting some time ago unless he accidently bumped something on the bruised areas. They also dressed him. Now he wore a red short sleeved shirt with brown pants – still too big...
Ed looked out the window – he had been lucky and claimed the bed by the big window – and saw everyone playing with puddles and mud and they were having so much fun. He placed his fingers against the cool glass window, his mouth pulled into a frown.
He wanted to play and have fun! There was water all over the place and the others were having so much fun! But nooooooooooooo! He had to stay inside because that bad bad boy – William – had hurt him so much. And if he didn't, Granny Pinako promised him that he'd be grounded for real! Yesterday was a warning but he still went to bed without dinner.
Aw! They were having so much fun! He wanted to play! But he was stuck inside and upstairs! Granny Pinako said it was for his own good and that he had to stay upstairs so that he could heal faster and better.
He was bored and all alone. He was use to being alone because the other kids stayed away from him because he couldn't talk to them. He pawed at the window. I want to play! It wasn't fair! Bad bad William! He was a very bad boy and Ed didn't like him at all!
Then the door opened with a 'click!' and he turned away from the window to look at the door. There stood Granny Pinako and someone was behind her. Who was that? Suddenly there was barking and the dog – Black Hayate!! He's here? – came into the room and jumped onto his bed.
The dog was looking at him with those big, cute puppy eyes and whine happily. Ed smiled and petted the dog; he could still feel the fur since they didn't bandage his fingers. The dog felt as soft and fluffy as yesterday. Yay! Now he wasn't alone! But wait... Didn't he belong to that woman named Riza? So why was he here?
The door opened wider and behind Granny Pinako was Riza. Ed waved enthusiastically at Riza while he petted the dog on his bed. He was glad to see her and her pet again, and only after one day! He laughed mutedly as the dog licked his fingers, covering them is doggy spit. Ew! It was so wet and thick and slimy! Doggy Slobber! Ew!
He didn't mind staying upstairs with Riza and the dog! They were so nice and they weren't mean like bad William. He teased the dog's ears and it did the funny jogging thing! Hahaha! It looked so funny!! The dog rolled over and he petted the stomach, making white fur fluff up and make it look so very messy!! Wheee! This was so fun!
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Sunday, 12:53pm,
3rd June 1934,
With Riza,
Upstairs, in front of the sleeping chambers.
Black Hayate barked loudly when Pinako opened the door before he ran in. The older woman smiled slightly as she pushed the door wider, showing the sleeping chamber. There were 12 beds in total; 6 lined against two walls, opposite each other.
She saw her dog jump onto the last bed, the one near the window. The last bed was red and on it was Edward. He was wearing a red short sleeved shirt with brown pants and they were both a bit too big for him. She paused at the door as she examined him. He had bandages wrapped around both arms and on his legs and feet.
Riza looked at Pinako who was watching the boy.
"How bad was he hurt?"
Pinako frowned and looked away from the adorable scene to the concerned face of Riza Mustang. She sighed softly and looked back at the boy.
"He was bruised pretty badly. I tried to lift him so that he could stand but he cried with pain. It was raining and that must have been soothing for him. His arm, the right one, was bruised the worse. See, he isn't really using it. He's keeping it close to his body."
Riza looked and it was true. Ed was smiling as he petted the dog with his left hand but kept his right to himself, shielding it away from the dog and, nearly, out of view. The older woman continued.
"His legs had bruises but they weren't as bad but they were still sore so it hurt for him to walk. We had to get my son to carry him inside since he couldn't stand, let alone walk. He also had bruises on his chest, stomach and back. We've wrapped him up and we've confined him to this floor. Hopefully he wouldn't be stubborn enough to go down stairs. I have to go and prepare the snacks, have fun with the kid."
Then she left, closing the door behind her. Riza stared at the door for a moment before she turned her attention to her dog and Edward. Her pet had rolled over, legs in the air, onto his back and a very lazy doggy smile was plastered on his furry face. Ed petted the dog's belly; making the fur fluff up and making it look like a messy rug.
Riza chuckled lightly before she approached the boy and dog.
"Hello Edward."
Ed stopped petting and looked at her, a small smile on his face. He waved – with his left hand – and his smile grew slightly before Black Hayate whined softly and Ed went back to playing with his fur.
"You like Black Hayate don't you?"
Ed nodded; still absorbed in petting the dog sprawled on the bed. Riza smiled slightly.
"Does it still hurt?"
Ed paused, a pained expression was on his small young face before it was quickly replaced by a smile and he shook his head before he continued petting.
"Wanna know how I got Black Hayate?"
Ed looked up from his petting, he tilted his head to the side, his big curious golden eyes blinked owlishly before he smiled and nodded, going back to petting the dog.
Riza smiled and told him the story and shared many more with him, telling stories of her childhood and all the funny stories about her friends. And before they knew it, the orphanage meeting hours were over. Riza and Black Hayate said goodbye to Edward who smiled sadly as he waved.
Pinako walked her to the door. Riza was outside and was about to walk back to the car when Pinako cleared her throat. Riza stopped and turned around to look at the old woman.
"I think Edward likes you and your dog. You should come and visit him when you can. He's a good kid but he's also lonely. Due to the fact that he can't speak the other children stay away from him. Thanks for keeping him company. Have a good evening, Mrs. Mustang."
"Have a good evening Mrs. Rockbell."
With that Riza turned around and walked back to her car with Hayate right beside her. There were things that were going to be discussed when she gets home.
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Sunday, 10:59pm,
3rd June 1934,
With Riza and Roy,
at Mustang Manor.
Roy and Riza sat together on their king sized bed, cuddling. They had talked and discussed. It was decided that by the end of the week, they would adopt one orphan boy named Edward from the Rockbell Orphanage. It was decided to be at the end of the week because they had to get one of their many rooms ready for the new occupant.
Soon, their wish would come true.
All by the end of the week.
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~!?WainGuy?!~ here! Sorry about the Ed bashing... I felt absolutely horrible... I tortured Riza, Roy and Ed... So was anyone expecting that? The Ed bashing, not the adopting. Adopting was bound to happen since this IS a parental fic. Oh yeah, William is Envy and Dante doesnt look like Lyra. She looks different. Envy is still Hohenheim's bastard son.
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