Woo-Hoo it's Ed's birthday so here's a special chapter for it! Well, it's sorta his birthday anyways...

Oh, and if you haven't been told this already, I'm only an 8th grader so if there's any mistakes please tell me, Thank You! XP

Chapter 7: Ed's Birthday Celebration

Yuki's POV

I glimpsed at the moon in the sky with its light glaring at the sandy ground lying in front of me. I shivered when a little breeze swiped my face and upper arms. My hands were somewhat warm from being tucked into my crossed arms. "Damn cold," I chattered my teeth as I looked down at the ground in a daze, "I thought this was a damn desert not a tundra! How you not cold?! You're wearing automail for God's sake!"

Ed shrugged beside me, "I'm used to it. How are you not used to it? Weren't you homeless at one point, meaning you had to live outside for at least more than six month."

I bit my lip, "Yes." I lied, "I was homeless, but...um...look you've been up for two days straight, so can we not scream at each other." It was true, he stayed up two nights ago fixing my iPhone charger, than the other night inside a prison, I'm guessing, from Cornello taking him in.

"Why'd I have to be the bait, anyways?" Ed whined, sighing, but kept trucking to our destination, which I hoped wasn't far away.

"You're the one that wanted to do it," Al budged, who was on the other side of my view. We both turned to him as he spoke, "I'm surprised that actually worked, and without Yuki's help finding the broadcasting room we would've never got our stuff back!"

"Yeah, but it was a complete failure; the stone was a fake," Ed sighed. "I don't know when I'll get your body back Al, but I will one of these days I promise I will!" he held a fist in front of his face. I face palmed myself.

"What's wrong with me wanting to get Al's body back?" he glared at me.

I slowly moved my hand from my face, "Nothing. It's just that you have so much faith, and tell him everyday, just about, that you're going to get his body back. Trust me, he believes you. Don't you?" I looked up at Al's armored face that was complete swallowed by blackness, but I could sense that it was there.

"Yeah, I always have!" he exclaimed lightly.

I saw light in the distance, "Finally! The train station's over there!" I pointed to the shining light that reflected like a lamp or candlestick of some kind.

Ed popped his neck with his hand, making loud noises when they popped. "Finally, maybe I can get some sleep," he blinked to keep his eye lids open from falling asleep into oblivion.

We arrived at a brown roof building that I remembered from before. We stumbled into the back entree way inside half asleep, and I think Ed was about to fall on the ground and go to sleep if me and Al didn't stop bumping him with our shoulders. A man in a business suit snored, "May I help you?"

Ed fell over, luckily Al caught him by the arms in the nick of time before hitting the wooden ground. I grabbed the wallet out of his back pocket, "Three for East Headquarters, please."

"That would be 50 cens," he yawned as I handed to him a few bills that I'm guessed would pay for it. I didn't know how to read the damn things that looked like slips of colored paper to me. Of course, America money was just paper too. He handed me back the change that felt like more money than what I gave him, but I went along with it. He was basically asleep anyways. "Here's you're tickets, have a good trip. The train should be here shortly," he explained, yawning before falling back asleep on his chair.

"Thanks," I half-smiled, and turned to Al who was holding Ed now. "I wonder how long he's going to be out, until nine o'clock maybe." I figured he was a state alchemist so he got up early, right?

"Knowing brother, I'd say eleven or twelve o'clock probably. One time he stayed asleep until two!" he exclaimed as we walked out the front door and sat on one of the two wooden benches out front.

I nodded, "I would do the same if I didn't have an eternally clock in my head. I usually wake up at nine o'clock because I can't go back to sleep," I sighed, then looked at his face that reflected the light into my eyes. "How's it like not to sleep?" I knew it wasn't any of my business, but I was curious, they never really said his thoughts about it in the show.

"It's not all that bad actually, I do get bored a lot from being stuck in a room for eight hours of the day with nobody to talk to. But it gives me time to think," he metaphorically smiled his armor at me.

"What do you think about?" I asked nicely, not trying to invade his personally space or be rude.

"Well, about everything you could think of, sometimes brother and I or the military, and sometimes about what our life would be if mom didn't die or we didn't try to bring her back," he sighed heavily.

"Well, you shouldn't think of that kind of stuff, it's not like you could change it or have a time machine," I tried to get his mind away from those horrid thoughts.

"A time machine! That would be awesome to have!" he said, astound by the fact I mentioned time machine.

"I know right, then you could a perfect life with no worries! Everyone could!" I added. I wish I could reverse time, but I never would've come here if I did, so why would I do that? I mean, the real world is great and all, but here it's different, I'm free. Free to do whatever I want whenever I feel like it! Well, expect for a few things.

He nodded, "Uh-huh."

As we sat on the benches, a long paused occurred that I didn't expect, but I was cool with it. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to listen to some music. I turned some Evanescence and Skillex songs because I haven't listen to those in a while. I ran my finger across the phone from page to page, then clicked on the Internet button. I remembered I was in Amestris when it read 'Connection not found.' I face palmed myself, longing the blond moment I just had.

"Is something wrong?" Al looked puzzled.

"No," I shook my head quickly as I looked at the date. "Ooh, guess what today is?"

"I don't know. Brother's the one that keeps track of those things. I barely know what time it is, let alone the date," Al said calmly. I'm surprised Ed would keep track of stuff like that.

"Oh, well it's February second!" I giggled under my breath.

"What's so great about February second?" he asked in bewilderment.

My eyes widened drastically, "You don't know!"

"Well, Ed's birthday's tomorrow if that's what you mean," he wavered.

"Exactly, let me guess he hasn't had a birthday in three years," I frowned. I never had a grand birthday party, but never one at all! It seems crazy to me, but yet realistically possible.

"No, sadly he hasn't. He never wants one, and gets mad if we do give him one."

"Well, if I was that old and that short I wouldn't like celebrating my birthday either. I might be shorter than he is, but I'm only twelve years of age too," I leaned back in the long chair that me and Al were sitting in.

"Why did you ask, anyways? You want to throw him a party?" Al became excited for a second as he perked up in his chair.

"Sure, why not!" I cheered, "When we get to Eastern Headquarters, Ed will turn in his report while we'll gather everything up." I would love to see Mustang, but...heh I could wait on that. I'll have more chances.

"Hey, our train is here," he pointed at a small train that resembled a bus only in white and red. Al picked up Ed in his arms, and I gave the man our tickets as we walked on the train. We found an empty sit in the middle, and Al lied Ed down on the seat in front of us. I made my way to the window seat, while Al sat next to me on the outside.

I know, Ed must be dead as a door nail, because if I was carried like that I'd surely wake up, grouchy and still half asleep probably, but I'd wake up. Of course he hasn't slept in two days either.

I lied my head against the window shield while getting my music out on the dimmed train ride. The lights weren't completely turned off, but I couldn't see any other people on board besides us. Al just sat there without bowing his head or looking up towards the ceiling; he sat there, staring at nothingness. I wanted to ask about it, but who am I kidding; he's probably fine. I fell asleep after that on the window shield listening to soft melodies of a few songs.

"Yuki," I soft murmur was heard in my sleep. "Yuki, wake up." I felt a cold object poke me, and I jolted awake instantly, rising my head from the window shield.

"Huh," I rubbed my throbbing head from the wake up call. "Why did the hell did you have to that for!" I screamed, blinking at him about to doze off again. "I was asleep, you know!"

"I'm sorry, but the train has arrive at Eastern Headquarters. We have to get off now," Al urged, pointing to the exit of the train. He rose his arm, about to poke Edward, when I shoved it away.

"I want to wake him up!" I grinned.

"Sure go ahead, if that's what you want," he shrugged, sounding displeased. "But a little warning, you're going to get screamed at."

"I know," I responded while Al removed himself from the seat to let me out. I slid out of the sit with a grin on my face.

"Pipsqueak, wake up!" I shouted, breaking down into laughter afterwards.

Ed opened his eyes, looking straight at me. "Holy shit," I muffled under my breath, running towards the exit as he chased after me.

I could hear Al behind Ed yelling, "No brother, wait!"

I ran through the crowd of people in the station. Who'd thought there'd be crowds of people in a train station this early in the morning, but there was. I pulled my ear buds out, and swiped them into my pocket as I was running. I ran all through the station, miraculously Ed not catching me, maybe Al talked to him. But I kept sprinted down the station just in case he didn't...yet.

I felt like I was playing a game of tag, but only with a teenager that could snap my bones if he wanted to. A door latched shut showed itself with an odd sunny glow coming from the other side. I thought it was the beginning of February? I shook my head to forget about that, and focus on running, wait why was I running again? Oh yeah..., I can take him, maybe.

I stopped at a corner, leaning against a wall on the curve, but oddly he didn't come. After waiting I decided that I should head back. But suddenly I heard stomping footsteps coming from down the street. Ed was pulling Al's empty body to get to me. I heard the sound of the hollowness inside his suite "Hey look, my excuse is that you wouldn't wake up. Besides don't hold yourself from the truth, pipsqueak," I grinned, hiding my giggles inside.

"WHO YOU CALLING A PUNY, LITTLE, SHORT, MICROSCOPIC, RUNT THAT CAN'T REACH A DOORKNOB WITHOUT USING A STOOL!" Ed glared at me, "What gives you the right to call me short, anyways?" he argued in defense. "You're shorter than I am!"

"Hey, shut up!" I crossed my eyes, shunning my face away.

"Brother, Yuki, stop fighting! There's no need to get angry," Al was the only sane one here. Me and Ed were fighting over our heights...

I laughed at the moment just 'cause I could. "What's so funny?" Ed gleamed.

"Oh, nothing. Shouldn't we get to Mustang's office?" I asked, starting to walk away, not completely sure where I was going though...

Ed rolled his eyes, "I don't want to see that Bastard, but if you insist..."

"I do insist, because I want to go somewhere today!" I nudged Al to give him a head up, "And I want Al to come with me."

"I don't know," he pondered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you cool with this, Al? Who knows what trouble you might run into..."

"Since when did you become a worry wort, brother," Al claimed. "Don't worry, me and Yuki we be fine. Now, I guess I'll see you later!" Al waved goodbye to Ed, and came with me to buy Ed's birthday stuff. Who'd thought I'd be celebrating shorty's birthday today...?

Ed's POV

I rolled my eyes after waving my goodbyes to Al and Yuki. I sighed, and slumped my shoulders down towards the ground thinking about the report I was about to give Mustang. I didn't have anything written yet, or knew what to say to him. 'Hey, I didn't find anything. Can I leave now?' That's what I wanted to say to the Bastard...

He'd probably bug me about the stupid report I didn't have, then make fun of anything, including my height, afterwards along with everyone else at HQ.

I stumbled into the gate, spotting Havoc in the distance by the door smoking a cigarette...like usual. I slumped my body on the steps, and walked up into HQ. "Hey Fullmetal, long no see," Havoc greeted. "It's been a week hasn't it, since I last saw you?"

"Yeah, week and a half maybe," I responded without looking up at him. I walked into the big doors inside, then through the maze of labyrinths into Mustang's hallway. Yes, he has entire hallway to himself. I budged into his room without knocking or greeting myself after I came in. "Oh hello, Fullmetal. How was the desert?"

"It sucked, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" I interrogated, sliding myself on the couch while rolling my eyes at him that I hoped he didn't see.

"None, Fullmetal. Actually, I'm going to give you a break for one week. But only a week, got it!" he shouted. "Now that means you can travel to your girlfriends house in your hometown."

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! She's just my mechanic!"

Without stopping, he went on, "You can hang out in the central library for a week for study purposes. I don't care what you do, but you only get one week then I'm giving you another assignment to work on."

I churned my head, "Why? Why are you giving me a break?"

"What? You don't think I can be a nice person every now and again?" he stood up face palming, then slammed his hands into his desk.

"Well..., yes," I raised my eyebrows and blinked once or twice. "Matter of fact."

Mustang pulled his chair back to his desk, then sat down, making a fist with his hands and leaning his elbow on the desk. "I'm going up the north border for a couple of days. I'm not sure why they need me, but they're having some trouble with Drachma up north," he explained.

"Ha, I knew you weren't just giving me a day off for no reason!" I celebrated to myself that I was right all along.

"Look Fullmetal, I have nothing to give you, so where's your report?" he glared in my direction.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine before I whispered, "I don't have it..."

He blinked, "Fullmetal! You can expect to get anywhere in the military if you don't hand in your reports! It's due when I return, and you better have it!" he screamed, twitching his eyebrows. "You may go now, Fullmetal."

I nodded, and swiftly headed out the door.

Yuki's POV

I trailed beside Al, because he seemed to know where we were going for the most part. It wasn't that big, but compared to my hometown back on the other side it was extraordinary bigger in size. "So Al, you know where you're going, right?" I asked.

"Uh, for the most part," Al replied, walking through the streets that a few old, black cars were going by us. "Oh, there it is, I knew I would find it sooner or later!"

I read the sign on the top, "A toy store?" I questioned, very confused...

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I'd figured we could get some things here, then swing by the grocery store and pick up a cake and candles."

I nodded, "Good plan, let's just hope Mustang keeps him for a while." When we walked in, there wasn't many people, just a few little kids running around messing with everything in sight. At first, in the entrance, I saw tons of candy like Gummy Bears, gum, and Hersey bars, then I looked inside to see toy cars and dolls that the little kids, about six or seven, were playing with.

"May I help you?" A clerk asked nicely behind a desk. I stumbled across the toys lying on the ground to the clerk's desk.

"Sure...," I trailed off. "Actually I have no clue why we're in here searching for a shorty sixteen year old teenager birthday present," I mumbled under my breath, but enough for the people surrounding me to hear.

"Hm, sixteen huh," the clerk in an apron with paint spatters on it thought for a moment. "A watch, maybe..."

Al and I shook our head, "No, he already has one of those."

"Hm, I don't really have anything for a sixteen year old, sorry. But did you want to pawn or sell something by any chance?" he leaned his elbows on the desk. I trailed his eyes as they looked down to the floor. "What about that?" he pointed to my pocket.

I took my iPhone out of my pocket, "You mean this?" he nodded. "Hell, no!"

"I've never seen one of those before," he went on, and tried to grab it out of my hands. I slapped his hand instead. "Hey! Can't I see it?"

"No! This is very valuable, so no!" I shot back, and put it back in my pocket beside my charger.

"Fine, I won't help you then," he crossed his arms with a snarky attitude.

"Fine with me, come on, Al," I walked out of the building. I looked back to make sure Al was following. "So now what?" I looked at Al's armored head.

"I guess we buy Ed a cake!" Al exclaimed, walking across the street into a grocery store. It was tiny on the inside and only had one room. It was very dull with wooden doors, walls, desks, and shelves filled with food items.

We headed to the make to the deli and cake makers place in the back. "May I help you?" A young lady spoke. Perking my head when I didn't expect her.

"Oh yes," Al answered, "What cakes might you have?"

"Here you go," the woman handed us a book filled with the many cakes.

"Heh, we should get him a flower cake," I grinned, pointing to the book that showed one with beautiful purple and yellow flowers on it.

"If you want you head bit off then go ahead; it's bad enough we're haven't a birthday party for him in the first place," Al sighed.

"Okay, what about that one," it was a plain white ice cream cake with swirls on the edges.

I nodded in agreement, and turned to the woman, "We'll buy this one."

"No problem!" the woman took the book. "Come back in about an hour! I'll be ready by then," she headed into the back.

Now we needed candles, and where could I find those? I wondered around the store for a few minutes going through the birthday card aisle, but didn't find anything interesting. I swear they didn't have a sense of humor back then in the 1900s. I found the candles and pick up five packs of them. "How many do we need?" Al exclaimed.

"114," I answered. "Why, you must ask? Because I want 114 candles on his cake." He might be only sixteen here, but on the other side he's 114! I grabbed a candle that read "16" also.

"I don't understand, but Okay 114 candles is fine with me, if we can fit them on the cake," Al shrugged. I headed to the check out. I pick-pocketed Ed's wallet out of my pants pocket when we were boarding the train to pay for our tickets.

"50 cens, please," the man at the counter said.

I handed Al the wallet, "Here I don't know how to count in cens." I grabbed the paper bags that the man put our stuff in. Al handed the man some money, and he pulled a few coins out of the cash register for change.

"Thank you," the man replied.

Al gave me back Ed's wallet, and ordered me to keep it, because he thought he'd lose it. I tucked it into my pocket, but something felt wrong. I checked my other pocket, and pulled out my charger; but my iPhone was missing! "What's wrong?" Al sounded, worried.

"My iPhone's gone!" I screamed as my heart fell into my chest in pain.

"It's probably at the toy store. You must've dropped it. Don't worry we'll get it," Al reassured.

I stomped out the wooden door to the sunny outside, then to next door to the toy store. I swung the door open to make it hit the candy machine, almost breaking it. "Where's my iPhone," I growled. Sure enough, the clerk was playing with it. Stomping over to him, I yanked the phone out of his hands.

"I don't want it, anyways, I can't even figure out how it works. Is it from another country or something?" the clerk raised one eyebrow.

"You could say that. Everyone where I'm from has one of these," I told the truth. It's crazy to think that people in the 1900s didn't even have anything that resembled a computer.

"What is it?" the man tilted his head.

I laughed, "I couldn't even tell you that. It's a device that you can play games on and look stuff up." I was half right anyways. You could also call people, text, play music, conceal IDs, keep track of time, calculate stuff, and anything you could imagine.

"That's pretty neat, are you sure you want-"

"No! You're not getting it!" I yelled. I had to protect this with my life, it's the only thing that's close to home. I went back to the grocery store to pick Ed's ice cream cake. Oh, how's he's going to love when I explain what ice cream made of. I'm such a cruel person sometimes.

Al handed the lady a few bucks to pay for the cake, and he handled the large cake in his arms, while I carried everything else. We went through main street to Eastern Headquarters. We spotted Ed leaving out of HQ, looking astounded at us. When he walked over, he squinted eyes, and asked, "What's with all this stuff?"

"We wanted to celebrate something," I laughed.

"It's February 3rd, brother! Today's your birthday, isn't it?" Al chipped in.

"Wait, what? Does the weather feel like it's February?" Ed questioned, enraged.

"Well no, but on my phone its February 3rd, see," I showed him the date on my phone.

"Hey, Havoc," Ed called to the cigarette guy outside the building. "Come here for a second."

Havoc slumped his way over to where we were, smashing his cigarette into the ground. "What?"

"What's today date?" Ed glared at us.

"June 15th, why?" he laughed, "I see you still have that girl around you."

I felt like an idiot at that moment, the time change is different, duh..., and Havoc better not mention that I'm his girlfriend again! Or he's going to have hell to pay.

"Uh, yeah. And that's all I needed," Ed waved him to go away. Havoc leaned against the pole, and lit another cigarette. "See, I told you!" Ed turned back to us.

"But we can't let this go to waste?" Al stated, looking at the cake.

"Don't worry there are tons of people inside that would eat it, trust me," I answered Al.

"So how'd you know my birthday?" Ed interrogated, glaring, as we marched up the steps into the HQ.

"Do I really have to answer that question?" I turned to him with my eyebrows raised.

"Yes!" he interrogated more.

"I told you I know everything about you!" I yelled, and shook my head.

"Do you know our future then, 'cause you seem to know everything else!?" he bickered.

"Well, no," I lied. Come on, I can't tell the great Edward Elric of him saving Amestris, 'cause one it would change the story line and two he'd go insane if I told him everything!

"Okay that's swell!" Ed raised his hands in the air, then Al pushed the giant doors inside HQ. "So you're telling me, you know everything about our past. And who knows what else about us! Then you're saying you don't know our futures! I don't believe you!" he snapped his neck towards me.

"Fine, I swear to you, I don't know," I lied, but it's the only way they would stop asking me about it.

Inside I observed a large kitchen area in the first room that which everyone was having lunch. I blinked multiple times to remember I was in Amestris standing in Eastern Headquarters. The first thing I witnessed was Hughes; he came walking over to us. "Hello Ed, who's this adorable girl you have here?"

Adorable, huh. That's the first time I was ever called that, "Hello, Mr. Hughs, I'm Yuki." He shook my hand with delight.

"Hello Yuki, nice to meet you. But Ed," he swung his left arm around him to push him over to the side, and made him bow his head so I couldn't hear; then started whispering to him. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was probably guy stuff. Though it was more than likely about me.

I walked over to the both of them huddled together, and placed one arm on both of their shoulders. "Hey boys, what are talking about?"

"Oh nothing," Hugh stated, suspiciously, then walked back to we were. "Have a seat at our table," Hugh pointed to a back, right table in the corner of the room. We maneuvered through the rest of the military people. In the table, I saw a bulky man, which was Armstrong - I could spot him a mile away, then Brosh, Ross, Breda, Kain Fuery, and Falman were sitting at the table also. I knew Mustang was in his office and Hawkeye was probably doing paperwork or something. "This is Ed's "so-called" sister, Yuki," Hughes pointed at me.

"What!? I'm not Ed's sister! I'm not in any given way am I related to him!" I screamed. How did he think such a thing?

"You're...not?" Ed squinted at me, "Then I don't understand! And neither does Al!" He pointed to his brother.

"Look, I might know everything about you, but I'm not your god-forsaken sister! Do you understand me?" I crossed my arms. I'm pretty sure everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, and looked at us.

"Brother, calm down. She'll tell us when she's ready remember," Al put his hand on Ed's shoulder, then sat down next to the end. We sat down beside him, and I placed my bags at the end of the table.

"Have you seen my daughter Elicia?" Hughes held up a picture of her in my face. "Isn't she adorable? She's going to turn three soon, too!"

"Is that all you can think about?!" Breda asked, while eating a chicken leg.

"Yeah, you just meet the girl ten minutes ago," Falman added.

Kain held out his hand, and I shook his gestured greeting, "Hello, my name's Kain Fuery, this is Falman, Breda, Armstong, Ross, and Brosh." He pointed to everyone as he stated their names. I always thought Ross and Brosh only worked at Central. I wonder why they moved here?

"Nice to meet you, my name's Yuki Tenshi!" I raised my right hand from underneath the table, and did a peace sign with my first two fingers, winking. I rested my arm to get the cake and the candles, and asked, "Anyone up for cake?"

"Cake! Oh boy, I do!" Breda already started lunging for it. I smacked his hand.

"Today, I'm going to celebrate Ed's birthday if it's the last thing I do, 'cause he never does," I snapped my head to him while Al placed fifteen candles on the cake. Because technically he wasn't sixteen yet. "Hey, anyone have a lighter since Mustang's not here?"

Hughes dug in his pocket, and pulled out his red lighter to light the candles. "Happy Birthday to you," Hughes started singing.

"It's not even my birthday!" Ed whined. But we kept singing anyways.

After the singing stopped and Ed blow out the candles, Al cut the ice cream cake, and passed it out to everyone at the table. Ed of course got the biggest piece, while everyone else had puny ones. We should've brought a bigger cake, but we didn't know we'd be sharing it with everyone.

When Ed finished half his cake, I asked, "Do you know what ice cream cake is made of?"

"Ice cream?" he took a skeptical look at me.

"Do you know what ice cream is made of?" I smiled, repeating like a broken record.

"Well no, ice probably," he spoke with his mouth full of the delicious substance.

"It's made of milk," I answered kindly. He spit all of the cake out of his mouth, and wiped it out using his hands.

"Ice cream is made of milk?! Why hasn't anyone told me that before?!" he yelled to get everyone's eyes on us, again.

"No, it's made of sugar," I stated sarcastically. "No dip Sherlock, it's made of milk! And I have no clue why nobody told you this before! Your reaction was priceless!" I clapped my hands together, and started laughed hysterically.

"You sicken me," he groaned. Of course I do...

After everyone eat their slice of cake, we waved our goodbyes to everyone as we walked out the door. I turned to Havoc, "Hey, you missed it."

"Missed what?" he squinted his eyes.

"Cake and ice cream!" I exclaimed. "There might be some left in there."

He rushed inside without another word, and smothered his cigarette into the ground. I turned my head to Ed, "So now what?"

He stuck his hands behind his head, "Mustang told me I get a full week break before going back to work!" he smiled in delight.

"Really! That's awesome, what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Don't know yet," Ed stated, and walked out of the gate of Eastern Headquarters.

Tah-dah! I finished...finally... Yes, so now he has a week break...which means I come in next chapter! I'm so excited! :D

So, it really wasn't Ed's B-day it just is over here on this side, so sad :( , it's really June 15 over there because of the time difference. Yeah, I know it's a little lame. But it's very much needed.

Oh, and before I forget! Anyone can post anything in their reviews of something they want to happen. Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it doesn't fall into the OOC category. Like Yuki saying, 'I love you, Ed.' that would never happen in million years. Thank you for reading!

(And I think I'm getting better at this long chapter thing, 'cause this chapter was 5,700 words! Hehe!)