YO! Been a while, eh? You guys are in for a long Chapter name here! Okay, so, a LOT of things happened, and I haven't had much time to type in my lunchtimes. All of the events are quite boring, so I won't go into any further detail. NOW READ!
Chapter the-age-that-Roy-may-or-may-not-be-in-this-story-b ut-most-likely-is-you'll-probably-never-know-and-n either-will-I (29); During Which I was Listening to one of the Brotherhood openings (the one where kid Ed and Al are drawing in the dust at the start and then it goes NEW-NEW-NEW-NEW-NEW with the electric guitar and they're running and then they run through each other and they go red and blue and it's like they can't see each other and—SHUT UP! YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF STORY JUST TALKING ABOUT THE NAME OF THE FLIPPING CHAPTER!) For a shorter name, just use 'The Fourth Time a Character Wakes up from a nightmare…I think. (LATER; OH! It's called 'Period', lol. That's the name of that opening…)
Edward grasped Alphonse's warm hand in his own, leading him down the path through the garden. "Come on, Al. It's really cool. You hafta see."
"Okay, big brother."
Edward's golden eyes were alight with excitement, his younger brother's filled with anticipation.
"What is it?" Alphonse asked.
"You'll see."
The two walked on, Edward picking up the pace so that his younger brother was now trotting along beside him.
"Is it far?" Alphonse panted, his tiny legs beginning to tire.
"No," Edward replied, smiling. "Just ahead."
"Uwaah!" Alphonse tripped, bringing Edward down with him.
Edward pushed himself up, inspecting his hands for injury. He was fine.
"B-big bro-other…" Alphonse sobbed, wiping his eyes with his wrists. He was sitting on the gravel path, not bothering to try standing up.
There was a small scrape on his knee, seeping a tiny amount of blood. Tears streamed down Alphonse's red cheeks as he cried, calling out for his mother, father and brother.
"It's okay, Al, it's only a little graze," Edward said gently. "Don't cry. You shouldn't cry over something so small. You're a big boy now."
Alphonse stopped sobbing and looked at his brother, who had come over to crouch in front of him.
"That's what mom said to me, anyway," Edward told him.
"R-really?" Alphonse hiccupped.
"Yeah."
"But it hurts, big brother…" Alphonse whimpered. "Will you sing mom's song for me?"
"If you stand up," said Edward getting up and offering the boy a hand.
"Okay." Alphonse grabbed Edward's hand and he pulled him up.
"Sing," Alphonse prompted.
"But Al, I can't sing…"
"You said," Alphonse whined, pouting. "You said, big brother."
"Fine, fine. I'll sing. But don't expect me to do it again!"
Alphonse squeaked joyously and pressed closer to his brother.
"Here goes…
I'll hold you tight,
Hold you tight, when you're cold.
I'll warm you up, warm you up,
In the freezing cold."
By the time he'd reached the third verse, Alphonse was leaning against Edward's side, his dark blonde hair lightly brushing against his elder brother's chin.
Edward finished the song.
"Thank you, big brother," Alphonse mumbled. "You sing it even better than mom does."
Edward blushed an angry, embarrassed red. "I do not!"
"It's a umm…c…c…c-comp…compliment! A compliment, big brother! You sing nice!" Alphonse chirped.
"Whatever… But you can't tell Winry I did, though. She'll never let me hear the end of it, 'kay, Al?"
"Okay."
"C'mon. I'll take you back and mom'll fix your knee." Young Edward turned, and what he saw made his breath hitch in his throat.
His shadow, stretching across the dirt, was much longer than it should have been at this time and it was totally out of shape. For one, his shadow wore a cloak which was whipped about as if caught in the wind, and hair tied back in a braid. It pulled back its sleeves to reveal cold, smooth auto-mail.
Edward turned his head to look at his brother's shadow and gasped, taking a step back.
There it was, sharp and angular, the suit of armour. The suit of armour from the basement.
Slowly at first, the shadows gained colour, so slowly Edward wasn't sure of what he was seeing.
But then they were full colour, and an older Edward stared at the younger with flaring amber gold eyes. The armour became coloured too, a smooth, metallic hue.
Alphonse whimpered beside him, clutching close.
Then the shadows gained substance, growing out of the earth to stand face-to-face with their younger counterparts.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, kid." Edward's older shadow spoke, raising a finger to point at the boy. "A few more years and you'll be stuck this way forever."
The armour nodded towards Alphonse, and removed his helmet. Edward was sickened by the fact that he knew what was coming.
Empty.
"You'll be stuck without a body, never to feel warmth again, never to be loved," he said, his voice rebounding within the hollow suit. "And it's all his fault."
A hand of armour pointed towards young Edward's chest, accusingly.
"B-big brother?" Alphonse stammered, his quivering body pressed tightly into Edward's.
"Forever," the two elder Elric brothers said in unison.
A strong breeze picked up and they were gone, nothing but dust in the wind. The breeze picked up, howling and tearing at the two boys and pushing them apart.
"Big brother!" Alphonse wailed, stumbling and reaching out. "Big brother, where are you?!"
"Here, Al! Over here!" Edward shouted, throwing out his arms to his younger brother. He was terrified, reaching out with all his might to reach his beloved brother.
"Big brother! BIG BROTHER!" Alphonse shrieked, tears streaming down his petrified face. "Help me!"
Edward fought hard to reach Alphonse, desperately clawing his way through icy blasts of shadow-laced wind. "Al! AL!"
But the younger Elric was fading away into the darkness, his terrified cries echoing through the barren landscape.
"Alphonse! Alphonse!" Edward screamed. "ALPHONSE!"
His shouts were not answered.
Edward gaped, forcing his eyes open and out of his nightmare. He lay there for a few minutes, shivering, with tears trapped in his eyes and his heart pounding wildly in a chest seized with fear.
He sank his fingers into the quilt, twisting it around to make sure it was real. Okay…right. A dream. Yeah…
After a few moments, he calmed down quite a bit before realising he was no longer trembling from fear so much as cold. His steel arm bit icily into its port, sending shivers through his body.
"Brother?"
Edward snapped up, his eyes landing on two glowing red spots. "Al? Z'atchyou?"
"Mm-hm."
"I thought I tol' you not ta come in when I'm sleepin'…" Edward complained, wiping his eyes and pretending that they were filled with the normal tears that came after a yawn.
"Are you okay, brother?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You were calling for me."
"Was I? Oh, well, it was just a dream." Edward shrugged, hoping he didn't appear as badly shaken as he felt.
Alphonse clanked over from the doorway, his bulky silhouette casting sharp, angular shadows across the floor. "Brother, are you shivering?!"
"Yeah, it's a little cold," Edward pointed out. "And my auto-mail doesn't exactly help any."
He pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, attempting to gather some warmth from the Roy-scented quilts.
"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" Alphonse said, sounding quite accusing.
"No…"
"Brother, don't lie to me!"
Those words stung Edward and he recoiled in shock as a stab of guilt sank deep into his chest, hurting him worse than any weapon ever could.
"You know, it wouldn't hurt for you to share these things with me!" Alphonse shouted, his metallic yet childish voice echoing within his hollow chest. "It's not good for you to keep all this hidden! The world isn't going to fall to bits if you talk to me! It's alright for you to be scared, everyone is sometimes! Nobody's invincible, not you, not the Colonel, not even me! So please, stop hiding things!"
Edward blinked, taken aback by his younger brother's sudden outburst. "I-I'm sorry, Al… I never knew…you felt that way… I just… I didn't want to worry you."
Alphonse looked to the side, his helmet unable to put into an expression the obvious emotional turmoil bubbling within the soul tied to the blood-seal. "I'm sorry, just… Please don't lie to me, brother. Sometimes I feel like you're the only one I can trust, and if you lie to me…who am I supposed to trust? There's no one else who'll understand…"
"There's always me."
Both Elric brothers turned, surprised to see Colonel Roy Mustang standing in the doorway, leaning heavily on the frame. "If you'll take me, that is. I mean, I can't guarantee I'll be able to understand, but…I'll give it a whack."
Edward blinked blankly for the second time in as many minutes, slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of emotion invading the room.
It was too early for this.
In fact, it was still night time, and Edward was too tired to bother himself trying to figure out what was going on.
Alphonse bowed slightly. "Of course! I didn't think to even mention you… I would trust you with my life."
Roy glanced into the darkness in the back corner of the room, catching Edward's eye.
They both knew what the other was thinking.
Alphonse would indeed trust Roy with his life, a bond strengthened through their joint frustrations in cleaning up Edward' messes and a mutual understanding of each other's responsibilities.
But what the young blond alchemist and his superior officer had was different. Edward would entrust his life to Roy, but he would also give him something worth a lot more.
Edward would trust Roy with his feelings.
This was a bond that was different than the one Alphonse and Roy shared as it went so much deeper; beyond allies, beyond camaraderie, beyond friendship.
This was a bond of family, of a father and a son.
Although he occupied space very close to Roy's heart, this was something Alphonse hadn't achieved.
The room was quiet for a while, no-one making any attempt to break the thick silence that hung in the air. This lasted about up 'til Roy collapsed on to his knees, coughing heavily, and Edward's body got sick of his disrespect towards his requirements and went, 'Screw you all I'm going to sleep', causing the young alchemist to give a quiet moan before his eyes fell shut and he flopped back onto the bed.
This left a rather flustered Alphonse squeaking in dismay and confused as to which person he should be seeing to first.
Chapter Holy-mother-of-French-fountain-foghorn-fudge-I've- written-30-Chapters!; In Which I Break the Fourth Wall and Alphonse's Purpose in this Story is Questioned
"Big brother! Time to wake up! It's like, two in the afternoon and also, I'm bored!"
Alphonse's voice broke into Edward's dream, the one where he was running through a forest with PSY and Knuckles the Echidna, with the whole cast of Dragon Ball doing the Harlem Shake in the background.
"Mmnnghffn… Mno… Not the Gangnam Style…"
"Brother, get up! I have something to show you!"
Edward pulled the blanket over his head, moaning. "But 'm tired… I don' wanna…"
"Brother, get up already!" Alphonse said, pulling the blankets away.
Edward growled, curling around his auto-mail and muttering incoherent curses. "No. Go away."
Alphonse's non-existent forehead vein pulsed. He angled his arms into position above his elder brother's torso and pressed them down, the cold metal meeting his warm flesh.
Edward jerked and yelped in shock, his eyes snapping open to reveal startled amber-gold irises. "Gyaak! What the hell?!"
He sprang back and toppled off the bed with a shout, smacking his head on the floor. "Al! What'ja do that for?!" he complained, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.
"Because it wakes you up."
"But it's cold! That was cruel, Al, real cruel!" Edward whimpered, snatching at the quilts. "There isn't even any reason for you to wake me, it's not like we've got anything to do…"
"You're such a little kid."
"I'm older than you!"
"Just come on. I cracked the code on Camerons' research journal, and although there's only a few vague references to who was working on the stone and where, it's actually quite interesting. I think if you took a look at it, you might be able to—"
"Aw, come on Al… I really wanna help, but my head's all fluff right now… I'm really tired and I don't know why. I couldn't even give you half the Periodic table," Edward mumbled, scowling. "Heck, I might not even get past beryllium. See; hydrogen, helium…aluminium…gold…beryllium…Americium…Einstein ium… Eh, rock…palladium… umm…Edwardium?"
"Well, at least put your hair up," Alphonse replied with a sigh.
"One day…" Edward mumbled, sounding evil. "One day, I will discover a new element, and I will name it after myself!" He laughed quietly. Quietly, but maniacally…!
Alphonse's glowing eyes narrowed, and he shook his helmet of a head. Where did he get such a big head from?
"The reason I woke you is because the doctor is due back here for a check-up in half an hour," the younger brother informed his evil-scheming elder sibling.
"WHAT?!"
"Alright, so, I've given him a shot that should clear out whatever's left of the virus in a few days' time. He's almost fully recovered, but will require a few more days' bed rest… And what exactly are you doing, if I may?"
Dawson had indeed returned that very day for a full check-up, bringing with him an injection that would apparently speed up the man's recovery and stop the symptoms from continuing after he'd gotten better.
Edward had been crouching on top of Alphonse for the past half an hour.
"Brother?"
"What?" Edward snapped.
"Why are you on top of me?"
"For fun!"
"…Okay…"
Edward rubbed his nose, scowling. "Yup."
Roy smirked, sighing. Edward's eyes hadn't left Dawson's needle since he'd pulled it out of his medical kit.
"Yeah. For fun," he echoed, rubbing his bare shoulder tenderly.
Edward glared suspiciously at Dawson's equipment, looking like a cat with his fur fluffed up. He even had the slitted eyes and quiet, throaty growl down.
"Edward, get off your brother's head," Roy ordered. "The doctor's here for me, not you, and your fear of needles is getting a little out of hand."
"One; I'm on his shoulders, not his head. And two; I'm not scared of needles! I told you, I'm up here for fun."
"Get down."
"Whatever," Edward grumbled, jumping down with a loud fwump.
"If you like, I could give you a check-up too," Dawson volunteered.
"NO THANKS," Edward replied, slipping neatly behind Alphonse and looking (in his opinion anyway) not the least bit suspicious.
Roy gave a snort of laughter, which he quickly, and quite ineffectively, disguised as a cough.
"No offense intended, sir," Dawson began, placing his equipment back in his case "But it's weird that you should have two sons when you're so young."
"Oh, yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you. I'm not his son, I sorta accidentally said that." Edward rubbed the back of his head, a large droplet of perspiration forming there. A physical anomaly more commonly known as 'sweat-dropping'.
"Oh! So that's why… I always pondered over why your appearances were so vastly different. You don't look anything alike, apart from a certain look in your eyes… And your ages; Edward would have to have been born when you were just fifteen," Dawson told them. "Not to mention the other brother. You would have been even younger."
"Actually," Alphonse broke in. "I'm the younger brother."
"Wow, really? I could have sworn you were older than Edward…"
Edward let out a quiet moan and curled up on the floor, almost sobbing in exasperation. "Why…? Why does everyone think that…? Why…?!"
Roy shrugged. "Oh, I dunno, Ed. Maybe it's because your brother is so much more mentally mature than you are. And he's taller."
"I'M NOT SHORT!"
Meanwhile, Alphonse glanced about the room, perplexed as to what he was missing out on and wondering just what his purpose in this story even was, besides for being a large metal object for the main character to climb on and hide behind, and just when in this Chapter he would get some dialogue that wasn't just the setup for an utterly pointless punch line.
Poor Alphonse.
I'm sorry, even I don't know why he's here. He's a lost soul…literally.
Okay, I lied. He does have a reason. Now that's enough; I don't think there's any fourth wall left for me to break.
Dawson snapped his case shut and picked it up. The brothers Elric walked with him down to the door to see him off.
"But, you two do act like I'd expect to see from a father and son. If you looked a little more alike, I wouldn't hesitate in thinking you were," the young doctor said on the way.
Edward blinked, then pictured the Colonel with blond hair. He didn't like it, so he switched to picturing himself with black hair. He thought he fit the profile of tall, dark stranger. He fit it very nicely.
Alphonse remained befuddled.
"Alright, well, I'll be going then," Dawson announced. "Tell him to get well soon. A word of advice; tell him to try avoiding stressful situations for a while. That's probably the cause of his sickness. Over-working. And don't forget about that medicine I left earlier. But he'll only need one a day now."
Edward nodded. "Got it."
"Oh, and no charge this time," Dawson said with his usual small smile. "Take it as a special discount for my dad and the Colonel being old army buddies."
"Thank you." Alphonse bowed.
"Yeah, thanks a heap," Edward agreed.
Dawson nodded. "You're welcome. Oh, I'll be back in a couple of days' time to see if he's fully recovered. So I guess I'll see you then."
And with that, he turned and strode off down the street, his coat billowing in a way that was very like Edward's.
"Did you notice he wasn't stuttering?"
Edward jumped. "Roy? How long have you been—Weren't you—With the… Ah, to hell with it."
"Seriously though, he was a lot more confident today," Roy pointed out.
"Maybe it was what you said yesterday," Edward suggested, shrugging.
Alphonse piped up. "So, what was that all about?"
"Another random spell of stupidity that your brother unleashed the other day," Roy answered.
"I'm not stupid!" Edward protested. "You're just old!"
"If I'm an old man, then you're tall. Pfft, no. You're so short you'd need a ladder to pick up a single cen."
"OH, YEAH?! Well I'll bet you're so old that when you leave a museum they yell, 'One of our exhibits is running away'!"
"Hm. So, a fight is it? Well, I hope you won't resort to physical attacks, I'm not wearing any shoes, see? You might do some serious damage to my ankles."
"AGH! You're so old your mom is probably younger than you!"
"That's both a physical and temporal impossibility, Edward. It's like how you have to reach up to do the Velcro on your elevator boots."
"You're so old that when you went to school THERE WAS NO HISTORY CLASS!"
"Well you're so short that when it rains, you carry a sign that says 'Don't shake your umbrellas off here; I sink in deep water!'"
"At least I'm not totally useless in the freaking rain, bastard! You're so goddamn old that your birth certificate is probably expired!"
"Let's just get in out of the cold," Roy said, turning and heading towards the stairs. "Don't want you getting sick now; if you sneeze you might hit your head on the floor."
There was silence for a couple of seconds as Roy, quite uncharacteristically, poked out his tongue and dashed up the stairs to safety with a cheeky salute. It took a moment for the full effect of his words to sink into Edward's brain.
Somewhere in Amestris, a light bulb clicked on.
"WHY YOU-!" the Fullmetal Alchemist started, shaking his fist in pure rage.
Alphonse shook his head/helmet again in exasperation. "Big brother…"
He reached out and grabbed Edward's collar, halting his spectacularly-furious-flying-rage-tackle-leap-attack-charge-with-angry-roar at the staircase. "What were you talking about?"
"Oh, yeah." Edward stopped struggling and turned to face his brother, who turned and closed the door and together they walked down the hallway to the kitchen.
"That Dawson guy's dad used to be friends with the Colonel Bastard."
"Used to?"
"Yeah. He died…"
"Oh."
"He was 'round here the other day and he mistook Roy for my father somehow…"
"Meaning?"
"I accidentally said I was his son over the phone," Edward admitted quickly. "Anyway, he was all like 'Oh no! My dad died and I never told him how much I loved him and now I don't know if he was proud of me!' and stuff. Then Roy made him feel better. I don't really know what happened; I kinda fell asleep."
"That doesn't surprise me," Alphonse replied.
"So, did you do anything interest—" Edward broke off, a sharp, stabbing pain in his stomach cutting his sentence short. He doubled over, moaning. "Owowow…"
"Big brother?! What is it?! Are you hurt?!"
"It hurts… Ah, ouch! Damn…"
"Brother! What's wrong?!"
"Al…What's the time?"
"Hunh? A-about three, why?"
"I missed breakfast and lunch…" Edward mumbled. "I'm really, really hungry."
Alphonse slapped his forehead, just below the spike, resulting in a rather loud clang. "You… You just… Just…"
He gave up, sighing.
Edward sank to the floor, grabbing pathetically for Alphonse's ankle. "Please…Alphonse…my beloved brother…save me…please… Before I waste away into a half remembered nothingness floating on a breeze blowing through a desert where no-one ever will hear my wailing cries of loneliness and desperation…"
"You're awfully poetic when you're hungry, you know that, brother?" Alphonse said. "It's almost pathetic."
"…before I become nothing but dust on a moth's wing, blowing away from a low-burning gas lamp to mingle with the smoke blown from the pipe of a hobo with no name and no family to remember him…"
"Something so small?"
"…I'll be a lowly grain of sand on a never-ending beach of an undiscovered island where no-one has ever set foot…"
"Fine, fine. I'll see what I can do." Alphonse sighed, with an especially odd 'sweat-drop'. It was odd because, of course, he had no pores to sweat from.
How was he still able to perform this strange feat?
Would Edward really become hobo smoke?
Will Roy ever recover?
Who will rock up at the Colonel's place next?!
WILL I EVER GET THE TIME TO TYPE SO THAT I CAN UPLOAD IT ALL?!
Keep reading to find out…maybe…
Chapter must-be-thirty-one-then; Hungry, Hungry Alchemists (Also, the return of Edana)
Roy sat on the bed, thinking. I don't…I don't feel sick anymore.
He slumped back on it, grimacing. But I am so hungry!
His stomach growled, prompting him to jump to his feet and trudge down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of food wafting through the corridor was enough to make his mouth water. Hm. So Alphonse can cook.
Roy pushed open the door and walked in, noting how strange it felt to have other people in his house, cooking food in his kitchen. The only people Roy would ever really have around were Riza, and occasionally other subordinates who'd either gotten themselves drunk and forgotten where they lived or come to drop off his 'homework'. Oh, yes, and…Maes… Well, not anymore.
Edward was slumped on the table, chewing feverishly on a fork, a thin trail of drool dripping from his lips.
"Vood…food…mvood…" he mumbled, glancing at Roy as he walked past.
"What are you making?" the Colonel asked, peering around Alphonse's large body at the worktop.
"Stew," Alphonse replied. "I've seen mom and Granny Pinako make it a hundred times, so it shouldn't be too hard."
"Hm." Roy looked into the pot Alphonse was standing over. "It looks pretty good."
"Right."
"HURRY UP FINISH STEW WANNA HAVE FOOD WILL EAT FORK SOON PLEASE!" Edward wailed, spitting the fork out and slamming his forehead into the table. Four days of irregular meals and hard research had washed him out and the boy was in desperate need of a decent meal.
Due to his inefficiency in the kitchen, his past few meals had consisted of toast, sandwiches and the occasional piece of fruit.
Roy had barely eaten in the past week either, both from sickness, a mountain-load of work, and his top-secret, covert operation; trying to find Maes Hughes' killer, and what it was he'd found that had resulted in his murder.
It was really all quite stressful.
And now Roy's hands were shaking with hunger and he was beginning to feel like one of those poor starving Ishbalan kids back in the rebellion.
"I take it you've got your appetite back, then?" Alphonse asked.
"What gave me away?" Roy answered his question with a question.
"Well," Alphonse pointed at the stew. "You're staring at this like big brother stares down a new alchemy reference book. Or like a rabid dog stares down a cat."
As if on cue, the cat Roy had seen on his chair last night came strutting into the kitchen, tail held high.
"Oh! I hope you don't mind, but Edana's been staying here with me," Alphonse explained. He pointed at Roy. "That's Roy, Edana. Say hello."
The kitten meowed in greeting.
"Smart cat," Roy remarked. "I don't mind, so long as she doesn't do her business on the carpet…or on the chairs…or the beds…or anywhere else, really."
"Oh, don't worry. I let her out in the morning."
"FOOOOD!" Edward howled.
"Be patient, brother!" Alphonse exclaimed, apparently annoyed. "It's almost done!"
And, half an hour later, it was.
"I know I'm not religious," Edward started as Alphonse set a plate down before him. "But… ALLELUIAH!"
And with that, he dug right in, not even stopping to breathe. Roy followed suit, albeit more slowly, and more dignified.
But only slightly so.
Alphonse sat down too, meaning that oddly enough, three out of Roy's four chairs had been filled, asking, "How is it? I couldn't taste it to see if it needed more salt or anything…"
Roy nodded. "It's great. The best food I've had in a while…" he frowned. "Actually, it's probably the only food I've had in a while, taking into consideration that whatever they serve in the Mess Hall is probably alien goo or something…"
Alphonse laughed. "I only wish I could try it, though…" He sighed wistfully.
A pang of guilt zapped through Roy's chest. That's right… Alphonse can't eat.
Edward glanced up, stuffing a large piece of carrot in his mouth. "Do' wo'ee, A'! Oo ka' eye so' soo' e'uff, un see e or bo'y ba'!"
"Brother, don't talk with your mouth full. Manners," Alphonse scolded. "Also I can't understand a word you're saying."
Edward rolled his eyes. "O'ee."
"Saying sorry with your mouth full doesn't exactly help."
Edward swallowed. "What I said was; 'Don't worry, Al. You can have some soon enough, once we get your body back.'"
Alphonse nodded. "Don't forget your arm and leg too."
"Yup. Those too," Edward replied, finishing up his stew. "More please!"
Roy handed up his dish too. "Me as well, thanks."
"It's really good?" squeaked Alphonse. "You're making me embarrassed…"
"Don't be," Roy assured him. "It's a great talent to be able to create good things."
Instead of only being able to destroy, a voice murmured darkly deep inside of Roy's heart.
He ignored it, like always.
That was the voice he'd gained in the war, the voice that fed him dark, horrifying thoughts and reminded him of all the ways he was able, and had used, to kill.
It was this voice that compelled him to always have a pair of ignition gloves handy (even now, there was a pair in his pocket).
This voice that spoke in his nightmares, and had used Edward's body just days before.
This voice that roared and laughed with glee every time he snapped his fingers and killed with a spark.
This voice that Roy told to shut the hell up.
Just over half an hour later, the two State Alchemists were interrupted from their fourth helping by a rather unexpected noise.
Diin-dong!
"Huh?" Roy looked towards the hallway. "Who could that be?"
He stood and went to the door, a little confused. Upon opening it, he was greeted with a perhaps-pleasant-but-then-again-could-be-troublesome-surprise…
Sorry for making you wait so long. Whoo, cliffie, eh? I swear I did not plan that. I'm as confused as you are. Please do not hesitate to point out my mistakes in a review, because this whole story is typed in a rush to get it uploaded. Anyone else notice Roy thinks a lot more than the other two characters here? GODSPEED TO MY HANDS! PLEASE REVIEW, YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE!