Author- When I started this story, I was probably around 16. Now I'm 18, and there was this certain review that upset me. English is not my first language, it's around my 3rd. So when I write, I try my best. I've been a beta for other fictional stories, and have received heart warming praises. But when someone corrects my wording, it brings me down, as an author, and stops any will to continue my work.
I know it's childish, but it's the truth.
So if you review, and you have nothing kind to say, advice on the way I word things/spelling, then please, do not submit a review. This is my work, and it is my duty to please the readers. So if you're willing to fuck up my inspiration, please, would you kindly shut the fuck up.
As for the nice reviews that pushed me further into continuing this, I'm sorry for the long wait, I realize it's been a year and a couple of months, but that's because as soon as I submitted the authors note, I entered manic depression, and had to be medically looked over just in case, because of an incident that left me, well, depressed.
I've been back for a long while though, so I have no excuse other then recovery. I still feel a bit empty headed, as if high off meds, but I promise I'll work my hardest to get this chapter up and ready.
Thank you for the amazing reviews, except for Emily's advice in chapter 1 D:! But thanks for the review in chapter 2, so I forgive you. -phew, glad to get that off my chest for now-.
"I can't believe this…" Edward grumbled under his breath, sitting in a brown leather arm chair, the edges detailed further with elegance, little golden studs lined down the sides with measured millimeters.
Roy Mustang, who walked a few inches behind the teen, kept forward, curving around the desk, and taking a seat into his tall office chair. "Neither can I." He said with a tone that would normally be accompanied with a smirk, but when Edward looked up, none was presented on his face. "Suicide attempt, escape, breaking laws. The usual for you Fullmetal, save for a few inserted extras." He finished blunty.
The blond huffed, his brows knotted as his glare depend. "I'm no longer your dog, do not address me by that tag anymore." He demanded, his tone deep, quiet, but clear.
Roy leaned forward, his elbows pressing against the desks surface, hands joined each other with laced fingers, his chin slowly landed on the back of his ungloved hands, brows raised. "Oh? And who are you, Edward, to give me orders? Civilian or Dog, people are to respect those who are higher ranked, and follow their orders."
"Or what?! Break some law that doesn't exist? So that you assholes get the credit and money for something you did wrong? For your own amusement, Colonel Bastard?!" Edward snapped, his small body leaned forward, attempting to close in on the raven haired man as much as he could, to further intensify his anger.
The Colonel shook his head. "I won't explain anything-"
"Of course you won't," Edward scoffed. "Because there is nothing to explain. The fact is you all are lap dogs, kissing the Fuhrer's feet like his bitch, and ordering others around from sheer boredom."
Instead of reacting like his former self, the raven haired man just sighed, ignoring Ed's harsh insults just to get on with business, and further contain the boy for his own safety. "You were strictly ordered to stay in the line of my vision, for reasons that I could report and have you detained in an asylum. If you play with my courtesy to keep you out here, then you will face what you want under your foolish actions."
He sighed, staring at Ed, leaning back and against the back of the chair, crossing his arms, as he swayed in his seat, the chair spinning side to side slightly.
"Oh! And you say you're no longer a member of the military?" Roy paused, looking straight towards Edward's narrowed eyes, the older returning the glare blue fake curious ones.
The older, without looking towards what his hands reached for, opened a file cabinet, pulling out the one upfront, due to the fact that Edward was usually in trouble, the folder was constantly being looked over, stamp't, referraled. "Well, here it clearly states that you're still with us." He faked a huff of confusion, shut the manila folder, and looked up to Edward, arms folded on the desk. His tone changed as he began listing off; "You know, I can arrest you for so many things you've done, I can put you in an asylum if I wanted to-"
"But you won't." Edward interrupted with a low hiss.
Roy's brows raised, somewhat shocked about the demanding, in control action of this boy. Normally he wasn't pushed around… Well, by a little kid. "Oh yeah? And what makes you say that, Fullmetal?"
The blonde's hands gripped the cushion edge of the seat, eyes narrowed, but shaking. Roy wasn't sure if the boy was shaking entirely because he was angry, or because he was scared. Edward opened his mouth, seemed hesitant, but quickly began. His tone was anything but frightened and nervous. "Because You know as well as any State Alchemist, as well as any militia member, the higher ranks, all of Central, even Scar who lies dead, all of them know that you can never kick my ass." Ed sat back, seeming relaxed, looking at the Colonel's blank face, knowing what he said either stirred anger in him, or hopefully, what Ed wished, brought reality, realization to the older man, that he would loose against the great Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist, Chief at 12.
Roy sat still, staring at the youth before him, not minding the teens cocky grin, or his body posture screaming utter victory, well, in his imagination. He didn't care, because aside from the teasing, the insults, the little fun they were having, this case was far more serious than Roy liked to admit. "Edward, this is serious."
Ed flinched again, there it was, his first name. It was like the first time today, probably the third, but just like the time this morning when Roy cuffed him, it sounded worried, exhausted. He wanted to say something in return. An agreement perhaps, because he knew he lost this little chase, knew that he had caused so much trouble for the Colonel, knew the risk that he put others in every time he stirred up in a town during a mission. And although the teen calls this man a Bastard, this very 'Bastard'was the man who defended, and picked him up to his feet every time his world- his mentality, decided to shake.
"You won't tell me, because you're embarrassed. You don't want to be honest, because you think that I'll spread you're angst story around headquarters. I know what it's like wanting to give up-"
"Ch-yeah," Ed laughed lightly. "Everyone feels that way sometimes, especially in this line of work."
Suddenly, Roy's way to convince Ed that it was alright to at least share, fell and shattered. The teen was right, Roy wasn't the only one who put a gun to his face. So why would that make the Colonel so special? Different? This youth was on it alone, and he was no coward about leaving. But still."Ed…" He started, unsure of what to say. "I realize that I'm not the only one in Central's militia that has attempted. But, still, I am amongst them. And I figured that…" He paused again, wondering if what he was to say would seem weird. "I figured that you would feel more comfortable telling me, rather then anyone else."
Roy was right, that was the answer that slowly crept into Ed's mind as he cleared the list of people he would tell one by one. He could never tell Riza, she would probably slap him a few times and ward him off like a worried mother. Winry would abuse him with her wrench until Pinako decided to stop her, to also give him a round with the wrench. Alphonse would…. No he wouldn't tell his brother. Too embarrassing, and the younger would probably blame himself. But something in his heart told him, that warmth, that with Roy, it was okay to tell. Then why couldn't he?
"Sorry Colonel." Ed mumbled, looking ashamed, but still holding that knotted cringe of confidence and anger. "But I don't want to." Followed with a light whisper. "At least not today."
As quiet as the last statement was, in this silent office room, it was loud enough for the older. "I understand." He looked down, seeming ashamed, but was in fact thinking. It didn't take long to find his way of solution. "But there's one condition you must follow."
Edward looked up to him, trying to hide the shock in his expression, but unable to. He knew Roy's conditions weren't always… Free, as in, to do what he wanted.
"You must," Roy began. "And I mean it, you must stay in my sight, until I can assure that you won't do this again. Like before, but-"
"Are you kidding me?!" Edward snapped, nearly standing from his chair. "There's no way I'll-"
"Follow my condition," Roy interupted sternly. "Or face prison for all the trouble you've caused with us since day one, and the additional asylum feature."
Ed instantly calmed, sitting back down slowly. The Colonel was taking this way too far for the teens safety, too ridiculously far. This wasn't a damn soap opera.
His mind was running in different directions, various options, answers, ways to get escape.
"Then it's settled." Roy stood from his office chair with a push of his hands against the table.
The blond instantly looked up, eyes wide, confused, and angry. But Roy continued before the teen could contradict the solution.
"Today, I want you to stay in my office. Hawkeye will remain in the room until work is over. She doesn't know of the situation, but if I tell her you are detained for illegal reasons, she won't hesitate stopping you." Roy muttered, holding back a smirk as he made his way to the large office doors. Peeking his head out into the hallway, he spotted Riza at her own desk not too far from the Colonel's, probably doing the mans paperwork. This additional request would probably cost him some ribs, but the gravity of the situation was anything but light.
Edward sat still, patient, contemplating on a way out. He could always jump out of Roy's window and run for it, if he didn't break his leg; but the window faced the courtyard directly. Making a run for it would only cause a huge stir up, no doubt Roy would call out a criminal escape through the intercom.
His golden eyes fell to the mans table, looking to the letter opener, very sharp. Or just simply the pen he could stab into his heart. But he didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone in headquarters, because then everyone would know the great Fullmetal was done in by his own hand like an insane emo.
If the boy's fate followed his plan, and allowed himself to die in that crappy hotel room, then it would be kept secret. Because there would only be one witness, and one reporter when it was a suicide. Detectives around here always kept a militia members suicide a secret, even if the dead was a State Alchemist, to keep the persons honor.
However, if he decided to end himself in front of other militia members who have nothing better to do then to gossip, then there's no way that this would be kept under wraps, no honor, just 'Edward Elric, the boy who cut himself open and then shanked himself with a pen'.
Before he could think straight, he heard what sounded like whining, a crying protest, but at the same time in pain.
He bet it was Riza beating the man up for making her do something for him, again.
The door swung open, the evidence that it was by a kick, was all over the women's stance. She held her Colonel in an arm lock around his throat, dragging him into his office like a rag doll placed in the arms of a little girl.
The imagination of Riza as a 5 year old with curly blond shoulder length hair, a pink Victorian child's dress, with pearly white buckled shoes and ankle high socks, clouded Ed's imagination, and had to hold back an uproar of laughs. Especially after he placed Roy as the doll, who in his head was an actual doll, only with a beat up and tortured expression. Why was he thinking such things?
"Edward," Riza said firmly, with her usual glare. "Do you really need me to look over you, as this man has requested?"
What? Roy didn't state it was a crime issue or some bull like that? "Uhm-"
"I understand you tried to illegally escape Central, but your case can easily be turned into one of an innocent soldier just continuing his mission." She advised.
But Ed wondered, what continuous mission? Al was flesh again, that was his promise.
He knew he would no longer have a human arm or leg when he saw Wrath, -the homunculus-, having fun with his.
Unless he killed the boy, froze the leg, and had it surgically replaced, then he would win his limbs back. But then he would have to face his teachers very wrath, which would go haywire, because this time it would be a case of murdering her child.
The Fuhrer knew about Edwards proposal of entry, and knew that by now, all was done.
But the old guy was never one to go nuts over a soldiers journey on a train, especially if he was oblivious about the suicide attempt. But still, Ed couldn't really take his chances.
"I believe it's up to the Colonel, Lieutenant." Edward curtly said, knowing that the statement alone would leave him alone, and direct the situation towards Roy entirely.
Riza let go of the Colonel, glaring into his midnight blue eyes with crossed arms against her chest.
"Well, Hawkeye, we can't leave him out of sight. He might try to escape again."
"Doesn't all of headquarters know? He won't be able to leave headquarters if everyone knows."
Roy raised a brow, mimicking her body language as he pondered about her request. "That does sound like a good idea."
Edward did not enjoy the fact they pretended he wasn't there.
"But," Roy began. "Fullmetal is too nuts, he'd probably kill all in his way. I'd prefer that only we know, and Havoc."
The room went silent as the blond women continued to glare, trying to figure something out. She sighed in utter defeat. "Then it is settled. I'll stay here and watch Edward. You go and talk to who you have to talk to, and finish the stack of paperwork I left on my desk when you're done."
He sighed, irritated, and turned towards the door.
As Roy passed the teen who remained in his chair, Edward could have sworn he heard the older man mumble- "Why didn't I just pull the fucking trigger"- under his breath.
Riza didn't seem to notice as she head to the Colonel's desk and took a seat, filling out her paper work.
Something about what Roy said stirred fear in Edward's chest.
The fear of loss.
He hated the Colonel, but something about loosing him made him choke up.
Cold chills mixed with heat flooded from his feet, up his body, making his head swim.
The thought alone was frightening.
Even though Roy was probably joking because of his stressful work, Edward did not like that statement.
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"-And that's your room down the hall." Roy pointed, standing at the foot of his bedroom door.
Edward stared at the pointed door, already knowing the reason why the man gave him the room down the hall and far from the stairway. He wasn't going to make escaping easy.
Slowly, he made his way over, gawking as soon as he looked in.
Although the guest room as absolutely amazing, the window is what caught him by surprise.
"Hey, Colonel," He pointed towards the window. "Do you usually bar the windows of your guest room in the many houses you own?"
Roy stood behind him, his expression tired. "Actually, while Hawkeye was looking over you, I called in some people to bar up the second story guest window." He shrugged, a non too enthusiastic smile spread across his face, due to the only desire of seeking a bed and sleeping in it. "I give them credibility for being prompt."
Edward growled, stomping into his room. "Thanks for the cell, Asshole." He snapped, slamming the door in the mans face.
"Oh, and Edward?" Roy called from the other side of the door. "There's no lock."
He smirked, knowing all to well that the teen froze up.
"So-" He opened the door and poked his head in. "Don't try anything remotely stupid." He smiled sweetly, but obviously due to this little situation that seemed very comical to him. "I'll be in my room." He said while slowly pulling his head out, sparing Ed the look of his frightened, mixed with a surprised expression as soon as he saw Fullmetal bring up his foot. Luckily, Roy pulled his head out before the door was kicked, slammed shut.
What Roy didn't remember, or what didn't cross his mind, was that Ed was a top State Alchemist. But as soon as he did, -as he settled into his bed, eyes wide with failure-, he decided that he would just hear the boy transmuting something, and that he would even blow the door down with his alchemy if he had to.
Unfortunately, Roy did not sleep lightly, a rare thing for him, and was not able to even catch the smallest static and hum as the door knob materialized a special lock, or some fine piece of 'what the hell is that' work by Edward, because the blond didn't want the Colonel to figure that mess out.
But as soon as the groggy Colonel went to the teens door to wake him for another day of work, knocked on the door but received no response, and grabbed the knob, he knew as soon as he saw the complicated lock nearly binding outside the door in twists and loops, that there was something completely wrong, and bad with the situation.
"Shit!" He hissed, running to his room, pulling the nightstand drawer open, seeking for his gloves. The only thought he had in his mind was that Edward locked himself in his room and did something. He slipped the found gloves on immediately, hoping that the blond was okay, and if he did anything, that it wasn't too long ago to be saved.
He snapped his finger as he stood at the door, concentrating the amount of spark he let out, melting the lock slowly under concentrated heat. He didn't want to set his house on fire.
As soon as the lock, along with the knob melted, at a quick pace thankfully, the Colonel kicked the door open since he was no good at shouldering it down. What he saw surprised him.
Roy didn't hear the loud bang and bend of the black bars metal fusing into a long pole that Edward stabbed into the soil in the first story while the older slept.
He didn't hear the clatter or the curses when the teen nearly tripped backwards from the window sill trying to get a grip on the pole in order to slide down onto ground, and further make his escape… Roy didn't know, that while he slept, and when he woke, that Edward was no longer in his room.
Roy's eyes narrowed, glaring at the long black pole that stuck into the soil of the first floor. "Shit!" He hissed again, running to his room to put on his uniform, deciding to fix it on his way out, he would take care of further hygiene as soon as he got to the office, where he would call a search party for the young alchemist.
But for some reason, while he ran to headquarters, he felt in his heart that even if they found Edward, it would be too late. All he could do now was hope.
And while Roy hoped, and ran, Edward sat in an alleyway, a transmuted born gun to his face.
The teen decided he would make it look like a crime scene, hoping that no one would be blamed for his actions, only suspects that would never be arrested.
While Roy's legs ached in protest, from the intense tight muscles that were starting to squeeze in incredible pain, Edward sat down, placed the gun to his forehead, and pulled the trigger.
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Author- Obviously, It's not done XD! So, has my writing changed? If it has, I'm sorry, lol, but I am 18 and growing XD!… I'm still 5'½" though, basically the height when I began writing this. I don't know why I don't grow, lack of vitamins and protein maybe.. Maybe that's why I'm anemic and lazy, as to why it took me too long to update. Well, all I could say is fuck iron, and fuck puss filled milk… Yeah, that's right, milk is full of cow puss. And if you live in America, it's 25% more than in other countries. How do you like your puss covered cereal?! XD! -evil-.
Anyhow, if I get reviews, I write another chapter. I finished this short chapter in a day, so if I get reviews, then I'll finish another one in a day.
An oooooh! Ed fucking shot himself D:! This kid is desperate! (the reason I say he did it rather then I made him, is because when I write chapters, it's a movie playing in my head, and I write out their actions, so I don't make them, the movie in my head does XD!)
I hate this smiley= XD
I really do D:!
Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW.
REVIEW PLEASE!
