Mustang stepped out of the black car and glared at the tall building in front of him.

The sky was flooding the lands and he irritably turned up his collar.

He didn't even no why he had bothered coming out, Edward might be a talented alchemist but he was one annoying kid. Then again all kids were annoying. He could deal with Alphonse though because he was quiet and calm. And he could put up with Edward because he's was intelligent but when he started shouting he wanted to kill him.

But Al's voice had been so terrified and though he only understood some of the sentences Al shrieked down the phone he had sensed the fear.

He plodded up the stairs trying not to fall asleep.

He reached what he thought to be the right door but after he got a several things thrown at him he surmised that it wasn't.

Luckily Al had heard the commotion and peered around the door.

He sat Al down in the flooded bathroom, the boy was shaking like a leaf and his voice kept getting louder.

Al finally managed to tell the story and the only conclusion he could draw from Al's story was Ed had panicked from getting hard and so he mustn't know about sex.

And so it evidently fell to him to tell him about the birds and the bees.

He instructed Al to stay in the bathroom and went over to Edwards's bed.

The boy was curled tightly he was clearly protecting his crotch, Mustang couldn't help wanting to laugh it seemed pretty absurd. A twelve year old boy completely innocent of sex.

He actually looked cute when sleeping like a proper little boy, not a mouthy brat.

He shook Ed awake and the boy blinked his eyes opened, their golden colour filmed with sleep he blinked several times, realised Mustang was sitting next to him and sat fully up pulling the blanket around him hiding as much bare flesh as he could.

"Hello Edward."

Ed was staring at the bed but when Mustang spoke he flicked his eyes to the man's face for a moment then settled his gaze on Mustang's chest. "What do you want?"

"Al said you had a bit of…upset earlier."

"I'm fine, get away."

Mustang furrowed his forehead and dropped his head down so he was level with Ed's eye line.

Ed promptly looked away.

"Ed. Al said you had an erection from a dream." Ed slammed his hands over his ears letting go of the bed sheet at the same time. Ed grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around him. Mustang was a man he wasn't as likely to try touching him. But if he did he could do worse, she'd told him all about that, shown him pictures of that and then she told him how lucky he was Mummy loved him.

So he kept himself covered up, Mustang might not be like that but he might want to try if he saw anything.

"Ed this is important so stop being stupid." Mustangs tone was different from how it usually was, more patronising then irritated. "When you're older you'll get girlfriends and she'll try doing stuff and then you'll…" Ed pressed harder on his ear and began to rock and whimper again. He wouldn't, he wouldn't, no he wouldn't, that would be his fault for taking a girl and he didn't want anymore guilt.

"Horrid."

"Okay we'll start at the basics. All scientific fact okay?"

"No!"

"When a boy reaches about your age he begins to go through puberty. This often starts with hair on the body, throughout puberty his voice will break and then deepen and slowly he will turn into a man. While boys are doing this girl also grow hair on their bodies and they begin to develop breasts. See, now while your voice breaking is embarrassing it doesn't last. Girl have breast forever (I'm pretty grateful for that personally)." Mustang coughed and glanced at Ed, the boy was staring at his hands with a look of dawning horror. Mustang shook his head and realised his dark hair was plastered to his head.

Mustang wet his lip took a deep breath and prepared to catch Ed.

"Now girl begin to have their periods this means their reproductive cycle begins and they can now have babies."

Girl were done here was the crunch.

"But as you know you need a boy as well and the boy needs to get his sperm which is his reproductive cell and is contained in his…balls. I think it's supposed to look like little tadpoles." Ed began shrieking and shaking his head to rid himself of the words.

"So he gets a hard on…I mean erection." Ed jumped up and tried to run away and Mustang caught him sat him on his knee and wrapped his arms around him, jogging him like a baby.

His tone of voice didn't alter. "If he finds a person attractive the cock fills with blood."

Mustang had yet to notice he was no longer using text book examples.

"And it becomes hard or erect. And if the girl lets him or they're both drunk enough he slides into her vagina and-"

"I don't want that, it's dirty."

"Oh that's why you wear a condom."

"No the whole thing naked touching I never want that I don't want them near me it's disgusting, I know about it I know more then you. I know what you want, you all want it. Disgusting."

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Mustang was beginning to feel uncomfortable and starting to wish he had hid in the bathroom and calmed Al down instead.

"But you do!" Ed span around his blonde hair messy and falling out of its braid. Mustang hadn't even noticed himself letting go of him in the first place but he grabbed Ed's wrists again.

"Older people make younger people. The boys always force the girls, or the younger boy's. It's always the boy's fault but I don't want it. Ever. So I won't do it ever nobody will make me if I keep away from them. It had gone why did you do this? It's building up again. Damn how you do live and like it."

"Ed I don't know what you're…"

"No you don't, do you. So go, it doesn't matter, I keep it quiet it doesn't bother you. "

Edward backed away his golden eyes gleamed with defiance.

Mustang stared at the boy, he wasn't stupid he knew Ed was referring to something, but he just couldn't figure out what, or maybe he didn't want too.

Ed suddenly span around searching. "Where's Al? I want Al. Al?"

The hulking form of his younger brother appeared from the bathroom, and Ed ran into his arms, his eyes held the same manic brightness from earlier but as soon as he felt the cold and smelt the blood from Al's armour he fell asleep once more.

Mustang left before Al had even put Ed to bed.

He felt sick and wasn't sure why, a protective urge rose within him and he was angry at something.

He would have Riza Hawkeye talk to the boy. She was a smart woman, and good looking when she hadn't got a gun up your nostril. He'd leave it with her and then just keep an eye on the situation.

The whole thing was probably best left where it was.

A/N:Review If I should keep this up

A/N2: Allow me too pout because no matter how hard I tried this comes across as a filler, when it isn't. It's bloody well isn't!