Kay lovies, the long awaited chapter... whatever chapter it is! I am loving the reveiwers, so keep it up, would you? The chapter is shorter than the rest, but you'll love it anyway, if you're into cute Ed. So, yes, I do hope you enjoy.

WARNING: Character death, I'm sure we figured that out though. xD Roy is a bit OOC, I suppose, but who knows? He's kind of a broken man now, I think he's all right. Thank Greed for this! She's a great help!

REVIEW REPLIES!

E. Mahiru: xD Ed's so adorable and confused. He just wants to make sure his favorite person is happy and he really doesn't understand it. Isn't it? Even Roy isn't always the bastard they portray him to be. There's a little lost kid underneath all that fire Aw, I'm flattered you reviewed every chapter, but you didn't have to. It must have been a pain. Thank you very much for your interest in it.

Chapter Four -- Wasn't it? But that's okay, he's just plain adorable anyway.

Chapter Three -- It was! I loved that part. I couldn't resist putting it in. xD True, but the conflict makes Ed all that much more sweeter when he defends him, doesn't it?

Chapter Two -- Ed is dreaming about Roy, through the past Ed's eyes. His memories, while unattainable while he's awake, can be reached through his subconscious. To him, the Ed in his dreams is another person while we all know that he couldn't possibly have that point of view unless he was Ed. He's just sitting there watching, as if he was the person, but having no control over the body. I have dreams like that all the time. I just hate it when I'm sitting in Roy's head and he decides to do something stupid...

Oh... crud... the kids. I really forgot about them. xD

Chapter One -- xD Is it? I'm glad that it fullfilled your cuddly desires, there's plenty more where that came from. It's a good story for when you're feeling down. xD

Is it? Consider everything. Roy lost his friends (not really, but he's stupid so that's okay), he's lost his certification, his rank, transported to the northern command center (voluntary, but still). He's lonely, and he thought Ed died long ago. He just found something that reminds him of Ed. Sure, he's confused, and doesn't really know what to think, so at the moment he's really just trying to work through it, and figure it all out. And you know what? You have just helped me come up with a bit more of a plot. Thank you very much!

Kyasarin-Maarukeehii1: Wow, that was a name to type in. xD Though, this review was for chapter one, I'll post it here anyway. I'm glad you liked it. It's a cute story that I hope would make the readers happy. I hope you continue to read as well.

Queen Lavender: xD Well, that was a good reaction! xD He is. I'm glad I could manipulate them to the story and keep them well in character. It was a task, I must say, but I try my best. Of course. Thanks for the very enthusiastic review.

Fullmetal LVR: Is it? Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it so much.

Rokona: About Breda? You'll just have to wait until they reach Central. But yes, Ed's a little kitten chimera (the adorable kind of course, for an adorable story), and you will always have your memories, of course, but he can only reach his through dreams at the moment. That's the gist of it though.

Flying Shadow666: He is, isn't he? I'll try and make it a speedy update, but who knows.

Bar-Ohki: Powerful is good!

Silkendreammaid: I'm glad.

Daddy Elric: Is it? xD Yay!

What?

xD Yesh!

o.o Yesh, ma'am! xD I won't stops! Aw. You're so cute. -cling-

xD Aw, is it? Roy likes skirts you know. xD Of course he doesn't. Poor thing. He's supposed to be cute though, and him playing with the braid is adorable. He hasn't! That's right! Taisa forgot about that. He'll hastuh does it then! Innihe? Roy's adorable though (despite his protests). I know! She's like always up in their bizz! She is. But when Hawkeye's mean to Ed, Roy snuggles him more and tells him he's a good boy, so it's all good. Roy would like to protest that it's not the storm. xD Of course he is. Cause we all know Kimmy is so innocent. xD

Riza had spent a good deal of the train ride cleaning her guns. Ed watched almost fearfully when he heard metal sliding, clicking, and shifting, sensitive ears picking up the subtle sounds in his light doze. Cat naps were perfectly regenerating to him, but to Roy, he noted, whenever he looked up at his favorite person, the two of them covered in a wool blanket and the older man's head resting against a fluffy pillow, they were probably nothing. Sometimes it looked as if he had never slept, and when he did, he didn't appear to be truly resting. Part of him told him to take in everything. He was being offered the best, and this man asked nothing of him, he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to give in return.

Equivalent Exchange...

Those words whispered in his ear as a constant reminder. He'd given up enough, hadn't he? He deserved to be taken care of!

But watching Roy sleep, that almost peaceful expression on his face made him want to snuggle up, nuzzle, do whatever that boy in his dream had done to make him feel better. Something drew him to his savior, he was willing to make him happy. He gave a small whine, nuzzling the man's chin when he started shifting uncomfortably. Those bad images again? Stupid things... if he could he would go into his head and chase them off... not that he was strong enough to do so...

"Ed..." He moaned, turning his head in his sleep.

Ed's ears fell back, head tilted and grip tightened, licking at the chin seeming to be kind of prickly... he wasn't sure he liked prickly, but he shoved it aside. He would wonder why Roy's chin was suddenly prickly this morning later.

"Claws... Ed." His ebony eye fell on the little one, reaching up to pry the kitten's claws from his arm with a small wince. Out of sudden fear, his claws curled, making the task that much harder to withdraw. "Wait... no, Ed, stop!" Eventually came the scold and Ed froze, claws retracting and just about ready to hide. There was a stern look in the other man's expression as he was lifted from his person's lap and placed in the seat across. As Roy grumbled, leaving him and Hawkeye, he curled fearfully. He hadn't meant to make Roy mad... was it waking him up, or did he hurt him? Maybe it was both?

Riza looked up, placing the brush she was using to clean the barrel of her gun aside. "He's always been a complex man." She stated calmly, cool gaze falling back to her dismantled gun. "If you were wondering, he was sleeping fine before you disturbed him. It appears your claws seemed to have disturbed him."

Ed's ears fell flat. Yes, he established that it was something of the sort, but he didn't think that hearing the cold reply from her to his unasked question was all that great. He laid down on the seat, holding in his whines and whimpers. He should have know that the man was going to be like the others... that he was going to be so cruel over concern. It wasn't Ed's fault that he looked like that. He was just trying to help... why did they always hate him?

"If you're looking for sympathy, I am sorry, Edward, but I cannot give it to you." Riza's words continued on, random clinking of metal making his ears twitch. "The General has many things on his mind, many problems he still has not yet come to terms with. The real Edward Elric died, ten years ago when he chose to leave us all behind. Mustang has a deep sense of loyalty to your face, that's all he keeps you around for... you're just causing him more pain. Another burden to add to the ones he's already laid on himself. We are only doing this because he asked this of us. If it weren't for that, you'd be exterminated as the law says."

Ed watched her mouth more, fear running through his mind. They weren't being nice, they were going to kill him. He wiggled uncomfortably in his seat, willing the nightmare to be over. It had been so pleasant... but he should have known no one would be nice, especially not to a monster like him. Roy's kindness had all been false?

"Ed, my apologies." That resonating voice that sounded like a sweet bell to him at the moment pulled him from his thoughts, blinking up with a small sniffle. "I didn't mean to frighten you." He shied away from the hands moving to pick him up, squirming in the grasp, much to Roy's confusion and disapproval. "What?"

Hawkeye inserted the chamber, checking to make sure everything was in order as she moved on to the next one. "He must not be enjoying the train ride, sir. He'll be reassured to know we're almost in Central."

Ed, however, squirmed even more. Roy didn't like him, and he already knew he'd be hit for just being a burden, it didn't matter anymore.

Roy sighed, setting Ed back on the seat and sitting on his. While it was nice to cuddle with the kitten, he wasn't going to force him to lay by him. Apparently he was in one of those moods he didn't want to be picked up. "Here." The officer wrapped the blanket around the curled kitten. "It's a bit cold, you should at least keep yourself from getting sick again."

Golden eyes watched the other get comfortable on his seat again before drifting off once more. His little clawed hand wrapped around the edge, peering at the man with a mixed curiosity. Riza was the mean one, it seemed, not his Roy. Roy was being considerate... offering him his blanket, when he was probably cold himself. It was then he regreted doubting his favorite person, watching him from his position. He just wanted to snuggle on that lap and lay there forever... Meanie Riza...

Mustang's mouth opened wide with a yawn, eye blinking blearily after a harsh rubbing to rid away the sand and sleep. It felt so nice to have some naps... really. How often had he been allowed them? Working all day, only to have to come home to a cold, flimsy shack... unlike his bosses, he wasn't made of exactly the toughest stuff anymore. He was older, had injuries that never healed, and his will was far less in strength than theirs to survive. He turned Ed in his grasp, showing him the station with a small smile. "This is my home, Ed. You probably don't remember... that's all right."

Ed blinked up at him, snuggling close. He seemed so happy to be here. So... why did he resign himself to that cold and evil place? And why, when Hawkeye said he had to visit, was he so reluctant? Roy was odd, there wasn't much more that could be said on the subject. He wanted to know why he was so happy though. Home? That meant he must have lived here before. Okay...

"Well, chief. Looking older by the day. Still pickin' up the ladies?" A blonde haired, blue eyed man stepped up, Riza reaching up to snatch away the cigarette hanging limply between his lips. After all that time, it seemed his lips had formed a sort of pout, proving he had been a long time, excessive smoker. Ed clung tightly, whining slightly as he approached, telling Roy he did not like this man coming so close.

Although upset about the loss of his cigarette, he was far more surprised at the young one in their boss's arms. "What's that...? you aren't harboring -- " Havoc's sentence died at that strong glare he hadn't seen anyone suffer since he had to chase Edward down after the Liore incident.

"Not a word, Havoc. He's not what you think."

Vato Falman peered around their spokesman, staring at the young one clawing at their once superior's chest. "Is that Edward...?"

Fuery wiggled around Havoc and Falman, watching the little one. "How cute! General, when did you have a kid?"

Riza coughed into her hand. "That would not be Edward, nor is it the General's child. It's obviously a chimera he found."

"Shut up, Hawkeye. He's not." Came the Corporal's firm retort.

"Sir, I can see you've only got one eye, but it's clear -- "

"Enough. I didn't come here for this. You told me if I came here, you'd help. Show me what you wanted so I can be on my way."

Hawkeye sighed, gesturing to the group assembled. "You'll notice Heymans Breda is not with us..."

The others shifted uncomfortably. It obviously was a touchy subject, and to be honest, he didn't want to think that way at all... "Where is he, Lieutenant?"

"When... when did it happen?" Roy hadn't been expecting such news. He expected bad news, surely, when they all looked so solemn, but this... he really didn't know what to say. He hadn't seen Breda a whole lot during his time away, but coming back to the loss of a friend, another friend he hadn't been there to help...

Ed nuzzled the man's chest in his attempts to be comforting. He couldn't say he was sorry, or that it was okay, but he could be there for him, right? His claw gripped the blue jacket carefully, sure to not puncture any flesh, and dragged himself from the loose grasp Roy had on him to nuzzle his neck. It was the best way he could tell him he was there.

Roy's fingers absently stroked at the honey ears, turning on his heel, away from the casket. He couldn't do it. This was why they called him back? Were they so damned angry with him that he had left that they were going to torture him by pulling him into this mess? But... he'd be angry if they didn't tell him too... it was a no-win situation, and all he could do was leave the room...

"Uhn... Woy?"

The one-eyed man gazed upon the blonde in his hold, sitting on the floor, watching those confused amber eyes... Ed would have told him to stop being stupid, that it was his friend, and if he cared for his friend, he would show it, but this Ed seemed afraid of emotion. Anytime there was a change, Ed automatically knew, and was there to try and make him feel better. He appreciated such gestures, but he didn't need someone to be kind to him... he needed his Edward back... "What is it?"

"You... otay?"

It had been the most he spoke out of the whole time, and if Roy was in the mood to be happy, he would have congratulated his little learning bundle. "No, I don't think I am, Ed." He replied gently, smoothing down the little triangles twitching on the blonde's head. "I'm far from it, kid."

Ed's lips pulled down, a look of determination on his face, pulled himself up with a great amount of difficulty and ignored the man's protests as his claws found their way through fabric once more, digging into skin, and finally coming to press his lips (after a slip from his foot) against Roy's, licking at them for further emphasis. That's what that other Ed did when Roy was scared! He could do it when he was sad too, right?

Mustang sat perfectly still, watching the kitten try to engage him in something he probably never would understand. When Ed could hold his grip no more, he slid down, whining in complaint. "Ed...?"

Ed was more focused on the fact that he hadn't held on as long as the other did, but he only had two limbs, and besides that the other Ed didn't have to climb! "Woy..."

"For one, it's 'Roy'. 'R'. Not 'W'. And two... Ed do you know what that means?"

Ed's brows knitted together, shrinking back. Roy didn't seem all that happy like the one in his dream. After a moment, he shook his head.

"That's something you do to someone special."

Well... wasn't Ed special to him? Or was there a difference? Roy didn't walk up and do that to his friends... maybe it was a different kind of special. "Ed... spe -- "

"Yes, Ed is special... but it's a different kind of special, Ed. If you want to do that, do it on someone's cheek... right here." He dipped his head, placing a small kiss on the youth's cheek. "Though, considering it was your first kiss, at least in this way, you weren't half bad. Save the tongue for a second date though." He chuckled, scratching at the ears again when they picked up, Ed smiling at Roy's. Smiles were good, they meant he was happy. Happy was definitely good.

Ed sat quietly, clinging to Roy as they stood around the gravesite, watching the casket be buried. He didn't understand this ritual. He liked to bury things, sure, but why did they bury someone? Wasn't he going to wake-up and wonder why he was under so much dirt? If he were Roy and that was his friend, he'd be yelling at them to stop, but from the looks on everyone's faces, it wasn't so simple. While he did not understand it, they did, and he would do nothing to upset the already crying spectators. Crying...? Why did they shed tears? What did it mean really, to die? Sure, he thought about it, but wasn't it just going to sleep?

"W... W... Roy?"

"Not now, Ed..."

His tail flicked in concern, turning his gaze back towards the men with shovels. He didn't like it, not if it made people upset. Not if it made his Roy feel so bad. His grip tightened on the shirt when an elderly woman collapsed to her knees, the kitten looking up at his friend with confusion. He wanted to know about this, and if he, too, should be sad. Roy said they were all friends... they were his friends too. He didn't really like the feeling in his stomach, that ache in his chest. It shouldn't hurt, right? He didn't know him, why did it hurt!

He looked at the other fearfully, Roy's face shadowed out by his hair. He didn't like it at all... how was he supposed to deal with this? Was he getting sick again...? "Roy... Ed... Ed hert."

Roy's hold tightened, a comforting hug to Ed. "It's all right to hurt, Ed. It proves we're alive."

"Roy hert?"

The dark-haired man merely pulled the other closer, nuzzling his ear. "Mm... I do."

"Cwy?"

"N... no, I'm all right."

Ed snuggled, further burying his face in the warm, strong support, starting to sniffle. "No hert..."

"It'll go away... crying helps, you know."

Ed nodded just enough to make sure Roy knew he had done so, taking a few more attempts to hold back the pressing sadness before the waves struck full force, and his onslaught of sobs were muffled by Roy's uniform.

The former General was actually quite glad to have Edward there. Perhaps he was overdue, but clinging to the crying boy, making a mental note of the grave he hadn't visited in some time... Roy felt himself let go in a more calm manner, face buried in the little one's neck, remaining as natural as he could, despite the shredded feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Little did even Hawkeye know, this was far more controlled then Hughes' death, but back then... he had a home to hide in, to destroy in his anger and sadness. Now? While he had nothing to destroy, he had an adorable kitten to hug and share it with.

Riza watched with annoyance at her superior, but said nothing. She didn't like the fact he was doing these things for this 'Edward'... what if it was a trap? Or... perhaps she was more insulted at the fact that she didn't get to be the one to comfort him this time...