Hello lovelies! I'm back, updating this story after 364 days (no joke, I was reading it and it said that the last time I updated was 11-29-09).
I hope that you guys read this final chapter.. I know I've been gone for far too long and that most of you propbably lost complete interest.
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Moving on.
Edward Elric watched in complete shock and disgust as Noah planted the knife straight through her stomach, making chocking and gagging noises as blood seeped out of her mouth. He was speechless, although his mouth was slightly open as if he were about to say something. "What?" he questioned himself in a very loud tone.
Noah closed her eyes and bit her lip, all the while smiling. She knew she would get him good for this, and he'd regret leaving her so badly that he'd kill himself too and they'd end up being togather, alone, as long as the blonde bitch didn't tag along.
"Noah.. NOAH!" he shouted as she began coughing uncontrollably. "Why did you do this to yourself?"
Roy Mustang heard all the yelling and went back inside. Upon doing so, his eyes widened and his mouth opened almost completely.
"General.." the golden-eyed alchemist said through gritted teeth, "Help me!"
Roy looked around in sheer desperation, almost as if he was looking for an answer to a question that hadn't been asked.
"ROY!" Ed yelled, obviously very frustrated and frantic.
"Right.." The general murmmured, awkwardly bending over next to her, doing nothing.
The Fullmetal Alchemist glowered at the man before looking aroung for something to stop the bleeding. "How could you do this to yourself, you idiot!"
Noah chuckled lightly in response. "You asked for it..." she said in a raspy voice no louder than a whisper. To that, Ed froze and grimaced. 'I got you now, don't I?' Noah thought to herself, smiling even bigger than she had before, feeling as though she had accomplished something.
"I didn't ask for anything except for you to leave," Edward mentioned. Realizing the double meaning, his pupils dilated and his neck tensed up. He closed his eyes. "I meant for you to go find somewhere else to live, not to kill yourself!"
Roy stifled a gasp. He stood up and turned, his back now facing the blonde. "Ed.."
Edward swallowed loudly. "Yes?"
"You realize what you've done.. Right?"
Ed merely stood there, now aware of the damage he had done. He nodded.
Roy sighed. "Hand me a towel or something. I'm taking her to the hospital."
Ed went to go fetch a towel.
'You realize what you've done.. Right?'
The words kept ringing in his head.
He came back to Roy, giving him what he asked for, which was very unusual of him. One would only conceive that he was in great distress.
"You stay here. Don't leave Winry, again." To that, he was headed out the door with Noah in his arms. The man planned to walk all the way.
Edward stood there, again, trying to understand what he had just been told. "Roy, wait!"
Roy did not do so, leaving Ed all alone to think for himself.
"Winry.." he said unconcsiously. He ran up the stairs and opened the door harsly, revealing Al looking out the window and Winry in bed. He cleared his throat to grab their attention, as slamming the door open obviously didn't.
They both turned, letting Edward know to continue speaking.
"Guys," he began, his voice soft but firm, "Noah's attempted to kill herself."
Winry's eyes widened, but Al's expression simply darkened as he lowered his head, shooting a hard glare at his brother. This caused Ed to back away as regret spilled over his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that Al, it wasn't my fault."
Al looked away suddenly. "I know it wasn't.." Al looked at him again, with a sad expression, "But couldn't you have done anything to stop her?"
"No," Ed replied plainly.
The entire room silenced. One could not even hear the sounds of the three breathing.
After a few hours, Roy finally returned. Al had gone to his room a few minutes after the discussion, Winry drifted off to sleep while Ed sat next to her, deep in thought.
'You realize what you've done.. Right?'
'You stay here. Don't leave Winry, again.'
'I know it wasn't.. But couldn't you have done anything to stop her?'
Ed was completely clouded with guilt. Regret. Sorrow.
"Ed.."
The delicate, sleepy voice startled him, in spite of the sweetness of the tone. "Yes?"
The owner of that voice said nothing else.
Ed scowled as he got up and headed dowstairs. "General."
Roy turned around, his eyes meeting Ed's.
"It was too late."
Ed stopped in his tracks and looked at the Flame Alchemist with a blank expression, which quickly changed as horror invaded his eyes.
"What?"
"It was.. It was too late. She's dead."
Ed smirked subconsciously. Soon, he let out a series of unncontrollable laughter, interrupted by the occasional sob. His tears created what seemed like a waterfall as he fell to the floor. She was dead. He thought about all those moments he shared with her, all the arguments and all the horrible things she'd done to him and his loved ones. Roy Mustang watched him with a blank expression, but if one looked very closely, they would notice the tint of sadness and pity in his eyes as he observed the boy. Edward took several deep breaths as his chest filled itself with a burning, stabbing pain. She was dead, and it was his fault. Not it wasn't, what was he thinking?
He kept laughing while Alphonse and Winry walked down the stairs, watching him in fear.
Eventually, his laughter was replaced by deafening screams. He was shaking and twitching uncontrollably. "You're so stupid!" he shouted. "Why did you do that? Look at all that you've caused! You idiot! You bastard! Son of a bitch! Go die in hell, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!"
No one knew who he was talking to. Not even himself.
The screaming stopped after about ten minutes, but he continued to shake nonstop. He sniffed one last time and looked up at Roy. He was able to identify the pity in his eyes, having known him for so long. The blonde groaned as an enormous feeling of humiliation slapped him in the face. He regreted it. He regreted everything.
He was extremely confused.
***1 month later***
Everything was back to normal. Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell were to be married in a matter of weeks. Alphonse arranged most of the wedding. Roy continued to tag along, jokingly making the Fullmetal Alchemist's life miserable, as always.
Edward stood alone in his room, looking out the window. It was night time. He stared at the full moon, and the moon shot a stare right back at him, illuminating his face. Roy had been there for a while, thinking that Ed didn't notice.
"General," Ed called out, startling the man, as he thought the younger man didn't notice, "What were you referring to when you asked me if I realized what I'd done?"
Roy Mustang was confused at first, but soon recalled the day Noah put her own life to an end. He grinned a malicious grin. "You're smart, I though you'd be able to figure it out."
Ed stifled a gasp, his cheeks turning bright pink. "Well, I.."
"Think about it," Roy interrupted.
"Well," he began, "You were talking about Winry, weren't you? You implied that I shouldn't worry about Noah. You told me not to leave Winry again.. That's what confused me. I thought you were talking about me killing Noah.. Well, I didn't really kill her.. But anyway.. You were talking about Winry.. Right?"
Silence.
Edward Elric turned around, only to find that the General wasn't there. He growled.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," he said, walking out the door.
He was no longer confused.