Part Two: Let you heart guide your mind in evil matters.
Chapter Seven: It's easier to forgive your enemy, then it is to forgive a friend.
A/N: HA! I don't have one! Though I did skip the three days of Edo's training to leave a small surprise. But sorry it's short.
(Central Military Headquarters; Edward Elric; 10:43 a.m.; March 9)
Nothing really changes in three days. Yet, everything changes at the same time. The gossip hadn't changed. Nor had the bets. Yet, the newest gossip had. What had happened to Edward Elric. Ed's appearance didn't help either. Not with how messed up he looked now. Seriously. Black eyeliner definitely made the difference. Or was it the way he walked? His head held high, a distant look in his eyes, and a small sway in his hips. Perhaps it was the license that Ed was so protective over? So prideful of. He would gladly show it off, but nobody could touch it. Why should they be able to? They weren't good enough. Three days. That's how long Edward had been gone. And that's exactly how long it took for seven homunculi to brainwash him into being the perfect sin.
The Fullmetal Alchemist rolled his eyes dramatically at the whispers and winked at a young officer, causing her to blush and get her apparent boyfriend to glare. Much to Ed's amusement. Didn't anyone ever tell them that fraternization with military co-workers was frowned upon? Oh well, their jobs. A light smirk came to Edward's face as he continued through the halls with his arms full of paperwork that the colonel needed to do. He was given it two hours ago. Roy Mustang now had another hour to complete the work. Stalling was definitely fun.
The blonde turned another corner before walking to the office he needed. Ed walked in, sending a dark glare at Havoc before nodding his head to Riza. He could hold a grudge. That was a fact He held up his hand in a silencing act, stopping the interrogation early as he walked into Roy's office and dropped the paperwork onto the desk with a malicious sneer and crossed his arms. "Good news is I'm back. Bad news is too much to list. By the way, that's do in forty five minutes." Ed hissed, motioning to the work smugly. He could REALLY hold a grudge. The fact that he was lied to didn't help matters either.
Roy looked up from the work he was currently filling out and frowned. "Well, glad to see you're over your lovely hate the world phase." The colonel said sarcastically as he folded his hands together to rest his chin upon them while eyeing the blonde alchemist before him. Edward looked worse than he had before he left if that was possible. It looked as if the teenager had been skipping meals lately and he seemed jumpier than usual. Sure, he held a confident look to him and he kept his eyes distant. But his stance and the way he'd subconsciously eye his surroundings gave him away. That and the fact that he was keeping his flesh arm hidden while being easy on his ribs at the same time. "Remove your shirt." Roy ordered, his eyes stern.
Golden eyes slightly widened momentarily before he took a step back. "What?" He squeaked, staring at his superior as if he were crazy. What was the other man thinking?
"It's not like that! I want you to remove your shirt so that I can see what you've done this time." The Flame Alchemist snapped, standing up just in time to slam the door shut and lock it before the blonde could slip out of the room. Roy's own charcoal eyes widened when Edward removed his black, long sleeved shirt and turned his head to the side. On Edward's side, was a huge bruise that snaked it's way from right above the hem of his shirt to the top of his ribs. While on his arm was another bruise that looked like somebody had grabbed onto the tender flesh harsher than what was needed.
"It was an accident. I was goofing around and got hurt. My sparring partner apologized for it. Everything's alright so don't worry about it." Edward skillfully lied. "Besides. Better than you lying to me. Isn't it? Thirty minutes on your paperwork or you're in definite trouble with the furher himself." Edward growled as he replaced his shirt and ran out of the room.
Roy stared after the blonde alchemist with a sorrowful look. "Didn't I apologize for upsetting him already?" The colonel asked himself before sitting back down with a sigh. Why couldn't the teenager forgive him already? He had been sincere. But maybe he hadn't been sincere enough. That just meant he'd have to try harder. Settled on the thought and new goal, Roy flew into his paperwork with an all new ambition.
