Dun dun dun dunnnn! I am finally updating Sight! Ha ha! (smiles) Okay…Where to start…

Thank me very much for all the lovely and/or long reviews I got…You! I mean you! Thank you very much for all the lovely and/or long reviews I got! I loved them! They're very much fun to read!

Umm…I am planning on putting Run on hold…I was planning on just discontinuing it, but there ARE some people that are reading it that have reviewed, which have made me aware that they are reading it, which I very much appreciate, so I won't stop. I'm just going to put it on hold for awhile and focus more on Sight a little bit. I'm probably just going to put up a couple of chapters on Sight, then go back to Run when I feel like it. If any of you who also read Run have any ideas for me or something, please, please tell me, because I. Am. Going. Brain-dead on that story. I really need help. My idea supply's running low!

Anyways, thank m—you berry much! Now, on to the story! Enjoy chapter 6!

Disclaimer: I Do NoT oWN fUllMetAl aLCheMisT! (Hee hee, it looks kinda funny!)


Sight
By Laine Squirrel
7/5/06


After awhile, the rope finally broke. "It's about time!" Winry stood up, stretching. She tucked something back into her back pocket. "It's a good thing I carry a pocket knife around with me. But the rope still took a long time to cut through," she winced, rubbing her red wrists. I hope Ed and Al are and stay safe…

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"Hmm…There's just something weird about Central now. Maybe it's because we haven't been here in awhile," Edward said, getting off the train.

"Yeah, it all does seem a bit foreign," Alphonse agreed.

"Uh, do you remember where the Military Headquarters are? It all seems to have faded," Edward said sheepishly.

"I think. It has been awhile. But I think it was…this way? Alphonse pointed in the direction that led to the center of the city. "If I remember correctly, the headquarters were in the heart of the city."

It turned out that neither remembered the way to Headquarters. After wandering around for awhile, they finally asked someone where the Military Headquarters were and got some directions.

"Maybe we should have just asked someone half an hour ago," Edward grumbled.

"Well, at least we got there."

At the gate of the headquarters, Edward asked slyly, "So, should we sneak in or go in like normal people?"

Alphonse hastened to say, "L-Let's go in like normal people. No sneaking!"

But it was too late. Edward was already walking away. From the way he was just slightly bent over, it looked like he was snickering while muttering things, resulting in more snickerings.

To Alphonse's utter horror, Edward was walking away from the Military Headquarters and towards the place where shopping was done.

The kind of shopping where you look for and buy clothes.

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"Fuhrer," Hawkeye interrupted Roy Mustang as he was walking down the hall to his office.

"What is it, Brigadier General Hawkeye?" he asked, pausing mid-stride to look over at her.

"There's someone waiting in your office. She looked like she was excited about something, but she won't say anything. The replies we got back from questions we asked were written on a piece of paper."

"'She'?"

"Yes, Fuhrer. Someone you know?"

"No…I haven't been with a woman for awhile…Too much paperwork in the way. Well, it's probably not anything I have to worry about. I'll just be on my way then."

"Be careful. She's not one of the…preppy kinds, I guess you could say."

Roy turned around, smirking, holding a gloved hand up, the fingers ready to snap. "Who do you think I am?"

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Without hesitation, Roy opened his door and walked in, deliberately turning his back on the visitor to close the door, as if saying that they wouldn't be able to hurt him, if they had tried. He turned around to see someone sitting on one of the couches that decorated his office.

They were wearing baggy cargo pants and a T-shirt. They were guys' clothes. Yet the woman wearing them didn't look like a guy. She had a plain black baseball cap on which she wore backwards. Her golden eyes glinted as she smirked, flipping her also golden hair back behind her.

But she didn't say anything.

After examining her, Roy finally said, "Hello. Who are you?"

She didn't say anything.

"I'm Fuhrer Roy Mustang, but I'm sure you already know that. Would you please tell me who you are? I don't think I've met you before…"

She didn't say anything.

Roy was beginning to lose his patience. "If you don't tell me who you are, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She still didn't say anything. But the smirk adorning her face grew wider. Suddenly it fell, and her eyes grew wide. There was a slight gasp before she went limp against the couch.

Out of nowhere, someone jumped out and sprinted over to the unconscious woman before Roy could do anything, yelling, "Brother!"

Roy froze. There was only one person he had known that called his brother, "Brother."

"Alphonse…and Edward…Elric?"

"What?" Alphonse turned around instinctively when he heard his name called. Then froze. Whoops…I wasn't supposed to come out unless it was an emergency…Wait, what am I saying? This is an emergency!

"…What are you and Edward doing here?"

Alphonse decided to pretend like it was casual small talk. "To get some answers."

"To what?"

"Questions."

Alphonse was deliberately maneuvering around the question, and both he and Roy knew it.

"Let's try this again. Alphonse, what are you two doing here?" Roy tried.

Again, Alphonse evaded the question. "We're getting answers to some questions we have."

"And what would those questions be?" Roy asked, thinking that there was no way that Alphonse could avoid the question.

Wrong.

"Those questions should be something Brother should ask, not me."

"…" Roy had to accept the fact that he wouldn't be getting anything from Alphonse. "Fine," he grumbled. He brought his attention to Edward, who Alphonse was currently laying down from the slumped sitting position he had been left in. "Anyways, why was FullMetal pretending to be a woman?" Even though Edward wasn't really a State Alchemist, Roy couldn't help it; calling Edward "FullMetal" had become natural, comfortable, and a habit.

Alphonse sighed, becoming once again the older brother. "He thought it would be fun."

Roy tried not to laugh. It just sounded so much like something Edward would think up.

There was a silence.

"Would…"

At the same time, there was an, "Umm…"

They both stopped.

Again, at the same time:

"What is it, Alphonse?"

"You were saying?"

Sigh.

"I'll start," Roy decided quickly.

Alphonse wasted no time in agreeing, hurriedly nodding his head while saying, "Okay", his hair following his movements.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, yes, that would be very nice, thank you."

"Any preferences?"

"Uhm…No, not really. Anything would be fine."

"Hazelnut coffee alright with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Alright, hold on." Roy got up and left, soon returning with two mugs in each of his hand.

Sitting down on the couch across from the one Alphonse was seated on, which also was occupied by a sleeping Edward, Roy handed a cup to Alphonse, receiving a quiet "thank you."

"You're welcome," Roy returned. "Now," he began, taking a sip from his cup, "what were you saying earlier?"

Alphonse seemed nervous. "W-Well, it's not really about something that's important…"

"Oh, that's fine," Roy said carelessly, trying to loosen Alphonse up.

"I was just wondering what ranks everyone was…"

Roy blinked, almost as if he had been expecting something more complicated. "Oh."

"Yeah…That's what I wanted to know…"

"It's no problem. Hawkeye's brigadier general, everyone else is generals, and I'm Fuhrer," he stated proudly.

"Oh, that's pretty cool. Everyone's been promoted."

"Yep."

The two had some small talk, sipping from their cups occasionally from time to time, Alphonse happy because of having company and someone to talk to, and Roy happy just because he now had an excuse not to do his paperwork. They were unaware of the time flying by until Edward shifted, and then sat up abruptly.

"Mmm…Hmm?" Edward blinked. Once, twice, thrice. Then, "Al?"

"Yes, Brother?"

"Is there anyone else here right now?"

"Yes…Fuhrer Mustang."

"Oh. How long have I been asleep?"

"Well…I don't know. I lost track of time," Alphonse told him sheepishly.

"Oh. Well, that's fine. I was just wondering anyways."

Something doesn't seem right, Roy observed, sitting quietly and watching, casually sipping his coffee, as if he wasn't in the room. But he was, and he made no sign of leaving anytime soon.

"Do you want to talk alone?" Alphonse asked, sneaking a quick glance at Roy, who was taking another sip of coffee.

"No, that's okay. It left again. But I still remember everything. I need to tell you something that can't wait until we're alone. Something might happen before we get the chance," Edward urged.

Roy was perplexed. What is Edward talking about? What left again? What's different about still remembering everything? And what might happen?

Alphonse, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what Edward was talking about.

"What?" he asked excitedly. "You still remember everything even though your sight left again? Really?"

'Yeah."

"Waaaaait a second," Roy interrupted, dragging out the "wait". The two brothers paused. "FullMetal's blind?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly. Of course, it wasn't like Edward could see it.

"Yeah, but Al will explain later. There's something I gotta tell him before something happens," Edward told him impatiently, basically saying, "Al will tell you everything you want to know later. Right now, there's something I've got to tell him before something happens that might never give me the chance again, so be quiet, and let me talk!"

There was a moment of silence as the words and their meaning sank in.

Alphonse broke it. "So, Brother, what is it that you have to tell me?"

Edward seemed to be deciding where Alphonse's voice was coming from before finally turning to him, having made up his mind, and got it right. "I know why my sight and memory are going on and off."

"What? How?"

"Wait, FullMetal's memory is disappearing too?" Roy interrupted again.

Edward and Alphonse ignored him.

Edward continued, "'How' is not important. I'll tell you later if I get the chance. See, the Gate is trying to take my sight, yes, but that was only part of the price. The other part was my memory. The price for both of us passing through the Gate is my sight and memory."


Zer you have it me lovely readers! Hope you enjoyed! If it sounds weird anywhere along the story, please, do tell me…And tell me where it sounds weird, too. (That'll help)

Oh yeah. Almost forgots to tell you this: I'm going to go back, starting from the prologue, and just fix a little things here and there. Like, instead of doing "Ed" and "Al" it'll be "Edward" and "Alphonse". And as I was rereading, I realized that there were some places where it was…kind of confusing. So I'm just going to redo that. I'm not making any changes that'll affect the whole story, of course, so you don't have to reread it. Of course, you can always do it for…wasting time! (smiles)

Hmm…If you have any ideas for Sight as well, please, do tell. I'd love to hear them! And if it'll fit with my plot, if it's okay with you, of course, I'd like to use them!

And…Since I'm new at this, and Lea said no, that it would be wrong, but I was just wondering…Would it be okay with all of you people if I ever had Edward call Roy "Fuhrer Bastard"? (Since Roy's a Fuhrer now?)

Well, that was what I wanted to know! If you give me answers to my questions, I'll give you answers to your questions (on my story, of course)! (You'll have to tell me them, though…I'm not psychic!)

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Laine Squirrel