Hey guys heres an update!

I know you havent seen one in...god knows how long okay. I'm sorry

Character death-sorry

okay on with the fic:

Ed's POV:

I hung up the phone.

I couldn't do this.

I stared at my martyred friend/kernel/ and lover in total shock and dismay. His mangled body filled me with such worry and sorrow that I almost couldn't speak.

I looked into his slightly shut eyes and I started cough out "Roy…I'm so sor-"

He shushed me. "…Please…don't…"

I took his bloodied hand into mine and started to gently sob.

"Mustang save your strength, help is on the way!"

He looked at me and smiled.

His voice was soft and whispery. The calmness in his voice didn't suit his situation but he was probably doing it for my sake.

"I'm glad you're here with me Ed. I've been thinking about what you said. About us, about you and Al, all I want is for you to be happy. I don't think I have much time left. I've lost a lot of blood Ed, and I don't think I'm gonna…"

"Mustang don't you dare say that!"

I gripped his hand tighter. He could tell that I was crying.

"Ed…"

I didn't want to look at him. If I looked I would have to accept he wasn't going to make it. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.

"Ed." He said more urgently.

"Edward!" he started coughing up blood.

I leant down towards his face.

"Roy, I can't lose you…Please Roy…don't go."

He raised his hand out of mine and gently stroked my hair.

"Ed, I need you to be strong, okay. I need you to live, laugh, and be happy."

I brushed my fingers thru his hair, my face mere inches from his lips. He never spoke like this. I couldn't think of a life without Roy in it. I just…

"Roy I-"

I leant even closer where his lips where just a few centimeters from mine. I shut my eyes and leant in when suddenly…

"WE GOTTA MAN DOWN EVERYONE! MAN DOWN !MOVE MOVE MOVE!

Just as I was about to make my move the military's medical team and Hughes barged in.

Hughes rushed to me and asked "Ed how is he?!"

I wanted to smack him for ruining my moment but this was his best friend.

"He's hangin in there, but he doesn't think he'll make it…"

The words almost got stuck in my throat.

"Its okay Ed. I'm sure he'll be okay."

I thought to myself: I sure hope so…

They carried him off to the infirmary on a stretcher. Once Mustang was out of sight I saw Hughes face darken, like a man right out of war.

I walked over to him slowly placing my hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?"

He broke down. In all my time being here I had never seen him cry. It was truly heart breaking. He grabbed me and cried into my shoulder and muttered incoherently: "I don't know…I don't know…"

I held him in the door way until he regained his composure. His eyes were red and puffy but he still tried to smile for me.

"I'll go get Al. He needs to be here where it's safe, be back shortly."

His fake smile didn't faze me. It reminded me a lot of...Al's…

Al's POV:

We pulled up to HQ and took Hughes inside. He was on Havoc's back still knocked out.

I looked at Havoc and asked "Do you know where Ed is?"

He smiled at me trying to retain his bright composure.

"Yeah, he's in the infirmary with Mustang. You can go see them if you like? I got this big guy."

I smiled and we parted ways. To be honest I don't think I want to see him like this, he's probably crying his eyes out over him. He loves him after all. I laid my fist against the wall in frustration dinting it a bit. I started to feel the tears prick behind my eyes.

I needed to see my brother, he needs me to be there for him, but my petty feelings about Mustang are getting in the way of that.

I just wish he was gone so I wouldn't have to think about them together!

I clasped my hands over my closed mouth though I hadn't said anything. Have I really become such a terrible person? Wishing the worst on a man on his death bed? And on top of that my brother is in love with him…Damn it.

I continued down the hallway towards the room where they were holding Mustang. Room 317 (whoever gets that reference is my new best friend: 3) was the place.

I looked into the window. I saw mustang hooked up to countless machines, Ed by his side clutching his hand fearfully and lovingly rubbing it on his cheek. I didn't want to intrude so I entered and sat quietly in the back of the room watching them from afar. They were cute together, which made me sick to my stomach.

I heard Ed speak to him softly. "They said you're not going to make it…Roy I can't do this without you."

Mustang whispered back to him. "Ed yes you can. You're strong and smart and wonderful."

He whispered something else that I couldn't make out. Ed leant his head closer to his and after a minute he let out a cry of agony and fell to the floor.

I just looked down to my hands and cried. I couldn't stand to see him like this. I rose out of my seat to comfort him.

"Brother it's going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

He clutched my arm tighter and sobbed out: "Why Al! Why!"

I just patted his golden locks and kept him close to me. I imagine I'd be the same if something happened to Ed. He cried. He cried long and hard. It broke my heart so much t

hat I let out a tear or two and he continued to sob in my arm. I held him there on the floor for about 15 minutes until Hughes came in and looked at us on the floor and muttered: "He's gone isn't he?"

I just nodded. The great Roy Mustang was gone.

Ed's POV:

After I went back to my room to shower again since I was covered in…Roy's blood, I got dressed and I walked to where Hughes told me they were holding him.

I crept down the hallway looking into the now sealed off room where I had encountered the psychopath that brutally assaulted Mustang. The memory still stung in my throat.

I came up on room 317. I just looked in the window at the medical alchemists working on him. Transmutation lights were flashing all I could think was 'please…please let him make it'.

"HE DOSENT HAVE A PULSE! WERE LOOSEING HIM! WERE LOOSEING HIM?"

The words made my chest ache. I stared into the room harder watching them scatter around not knowing what to. It was taking everything in my power not to barge in there and take over. After 20 minutes of franticly running around they just stop moving. I felt my heart skip a beat. Dr. Marco came out and sat me down in the bench near the door.

He said: "Edward it doesn't look good. We tried recreating his large and small intestine but there isn't enough matter from the crime scene. Also his stomach is completely gone. We believe the killer took some of it with him to ensure that we couldn't save him. I'm sorry. He's stable for the moment but we believe that within the hour he will be gone."

I sat there in shock. Filled to the brim with anger and frustration I just quietly stated: "Can I speak with him?"

He nodded and left with the rest of the medical staff.

I went inside and closed the door. The lights were all off except for around his bed. He was hooked up to a few machines. They made subtle breathing noises and beeping sounds.

I went to his bed side and pulled up a chair. I stared at his frail form. He was so pale but warm to the touch as I grabbed his bandaged hand. I held it tightly hoping I would receive some kind of response, something to give me a glimmer of hope.

"Ed…"

His eyes started to open slightly, he whispered to me softly. Tears of relief began to come to my eyes.

"Roy I was interrupted earlier but now that I have you here to myself I need to tell you something important before you…"

He placed his hand on my lips and rubbed them softly.

"Ed no, you don't have to…"

"Roy I need to come to terms with this. I need to."

He looked at the passion burning in my eyes and nodded and let me proceed.

"They said you're not going to make it…Roy I can't do this without you."

He looked at me and smiled "Ed yes you can. You're strong and smart and wonderful."

I felt the tears starting to come back.

"Roy I love you. So much. And no matter what happens I always will."

I crept closer to his face.

"I love you to Edward Elric."

With that last senteThnce I kissed him. It wasn't a sexual kiss but a 'I'll never forget you" kiss. Tears rolled down my eyes and I made it last. I was amazing. As I came up from it I saw the last breath leave his body. He was gone.

I fell to the ground in complete agony and let out a loud cry. It shook my body. I laid there sobbing until I felt a pair of familiar hands caress me. It was Alphonse holding me. I clutched his arm and cried hard. It hurt so much,

He told me quietly: "Brother it's going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

I just yelled out louder: "Why Al! Why damnit!"

He just sat there and rubbed me, trying to soothe my shaking form. I was grateful to Al. I know he probably didn't really care for Mustang but he didn't let that get in the way of being there for his brother.

I was extremely grateful.

While we were there on the floor Hughes stopped by to check on Roy. His face was still dark, and the fact that he saw me on the floor didn't help matters.

He looked at Al and asked: "He's gone isn't he?"

I felt Al nod.

Hughes walked away to his office and closed his door. I didn't hear anything but I knew he was crying. We all were. Roy Mustang had passed.

Al's POV:

I scooped Ed off the floor of the infirmary and walked back to our room. I stopped by Dr. Marco to let him know Mustang had passed and that he should tell Hawkeye to make funeral arrangements.

Am I cold for acting this way? Maybe but things still needed to be done. This murderer was still on the loose. And it was me and Ed's job to find him and stop him.

I laid Ed down on the bed in his room and looked at him. His eyes had lost that shine they always used to have. His demeanor had changed, like he lost a part of himself. I laid there with him. I grabbed his waist and held him more. I felt like it was all I could do to help him in this state.

He spoke to me for the first time since we got to the room.

"Al…why do people do hurtful things…why do people hurt each other…why is it always bad?"

I placed kisses on the back of his head and shushed him.

"Ed I don't know. Humanity may not even know. But I know that not everyone is bad."

"Really? Who, because I don't know a one. "

I gripped him tighter,

"You're not bad Ed. I think you're perfect."

He turned to me and hid his head in my chest. It was at times like this where I felt like I was his big brother. It was a nice feeling.

"Al you're so sweet."

That was a toughie.

okay guys Ill be back in a little bit hopefully if school dosent start kiking my ass again.

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