Chapter 13: Loyalty

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"So you were hired by the spies in the military to kill General Roy," asked Sean, making sure that he got the story right and wasn't being fed any bullshit; he hated it when people tried doing that to him. "This is the truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god because if you're not I'll take out the pliers and start taking off your extremities."

"Yes, it's the truth, I wouldn't dare lie to you sir," whimpered the assassin as he clutched his ruined hand with while he backed up into a wall. "Please don't hurt me anymore, I won't cause you anymore trouble, I swear."

"I know you won't because I never leave loose ends," said Sean as he pulled the Luegar out of his pocket and pointed it at the assassin's head.

"Would you stop with all of the unnecessary killing, you're like a psycho maniac," cried Winry as she slapped the gun out of his hand and then started to assault him with a wrench.

"Hey, why am I being treated like your boyfriend," asked Sean as he dodged each swing of the wrench with the reflexes of a monkey, but it didn't last any longer after comment because Winry was too busy covering up her blush to attack the mercenary, a breather for the moment, but he was waiting for her to renew the attack at any time. "You haven't even told how you felt about him?"

"No, it's a bit hard since he spends most of his time studying those books that the Philosophers wrote," said Winry as she clenched her fist in anger at being less than a pile of books written by a bunch of semi-occult organization, but it was his job after all. "You know, it's just hard to try and talk to him when his nose is permanently stuck in a book, but then again he does look so cool when he's silently studying, like some tactician going over the scrolls of battle plans. It's hard to wait for him to show some feelings for me?"

"Maybe instead of waiting for him to tell you his feelings, you should tell him yours," advised Sean as he leaned back in his chair and took out a cigarette, his third for the whole day. He smoked the cigarette with long puffs of the cigarette and before grabbing the assassin and placing him in one of the holding cells on the train. "If you wait for that idiot to realize something he'll wait until you're old and decrepit. See if you can bear his children then."

"You do have a very cold way of breaking things you know that," said Winry as she started to walk away until she heard the sound of a locket snapping open and she turned to see Sean looking at a picture of a locket. "So you aren't just blowing steam out of your ass?"

"I always give advice from personal experience, but few people believe me," said Sean as he brushed a finger over the picture of a young woman with black hair and green eyes. "There are a lot of things I wish I did do or said, like the words she wanted to hear, but I guess I have no one to blame for her death but myself. She died of loneliness…and a gun wound, but the point is I told her that I loved her before she died. I didn't want her to go without knowing that and it caused me so much pain that I waited until then to tell her that. Are you going to wait for that to happen to you or him?"

"Yeah I guess you do have a point there," said Winry as she walked off into the room that Edward was using for hi studies, slowly opening the door so that it didn't make that much of a noise.

"Well then I guess I better go send that message then," said the ex-mercenary as he walked into the telegram booth and read the message that had just been sent through the wires.

"Wait don't send the message that I'm dead," cried Roy as he ran to the booth, hoping he was in time to stop the sociopathic thinker from sending anything that would seem like he was dead. "Look I can't make Riza believe that I'm dead, I can't put her through that emotional stress again, so please do not send that message."

"Good news, Lieutenant General Hawkeye is reported as MIA and might have defected to Vashov," said Sean with a bit of a comforting smile, but then it turned into a bit of surprise as he saw Roy fall down. "Well it seemed like it was good news for that second."


Riza Hawkeye didn't know what to think when she saw that she was on the same train that her beloved commander was on, and all it took was walking through a door way no bigger than the door to house. Her "little brother" was becoming full of surprises, and it made her question how much she actually knew about him and if it was enough to trust him as much as she could trust Roy, but she stopped that thought since she didn't trust anyone as much as she trusted Roy. Vash had brought along his right hand man, an odd looking homunculus named Omerta, who looked like something out of a zombie movie, minus horrid wound and missing body parts. Lust, of course, was with him and more accurately hanging onto him for dear life as if he would go away from her were she to slacken her grip in the slightest. The sight of them brought a bit of Envy to her as she wanted to hold Roy like that, just as tightly, but even though there were signs of him having feelings for her, he never came right out and admitted it. Sometimes she would have to excuse herself from the room because she felt like jumping on the desk and kissing him with such ferocity that it would rip his head off if he wasn't careful, but such fantasies could never be acted upon.

"He's in the third car from the back if you want to see him," said Vash as he looked at her with familiar eyes that were like those brotherly eyes, those she knew at least were real because no one could fake them. "But don't expect him to be flocking to you since they might be quick to say that you defected and a man in his position would have a lot of questions in his mind, most definitely on what you are doing with me. Add the fact that we've known each other and he is a bit jealous of me, there is a lot of room for misunderstanding. I'm not saying it's impossible, just be careful of how you approach him."

"Thanks for the advice, little brother, but I know he trusts me to make the right decision," replied Riza as she made for the door, but as soon as he she got to the door it opened on its own and in stepped the man she was looking for with a look that was colder and more dangerous than that of a murderer.

"Now I've found you," growled Roy as he held his gloved hand up and snapped his fingers causing flames to shoot out of his hand.


The room that Edward was using as a study was a bit like the car that Roy was in except it had a large table that one could lay books on or other papers, unlike the poker table that was in Roy's room. The walls were green instead of red with a Victorian accent on the decorations that were on the top and bottom of the wall as well as the ivory chairs. The table however was a plain table that Edward had probably asked Alphonse to move since Alphonse had grown up strong while keeping his hair short to contrast with his brother. Edward himself was shaving his face a bit to keep him from seeing his father in the mirror when Winry came in. She couldn't help but notice how tall he was, which was strange that he was the shortest boy she had ever seen, but now he was over six feet and five inches, almost a bit of a giant. He'd also managed to buff up, using the time in Germany to strengthen himself to make up for the fact that his automail arm couldn't be fixed since Winry wasn't on his side of the gate, so he got himself strong to make sure he would never find himself vulnerable.

"Oh, hey Winry, it's just you," said Edward a bit surprised to see her walk in since he had no shirt on.

"What do you mean 'just you,' you got something to say to me," asked Winry a bit threateningly, but she smiled at him to show that she was just joking. "I just came to see how you were doing and wondering if you would want anything to eat or drink."

"Actually, I was wondering what has been up," said the Full Metal Alchemist as he sat down at the table and started eating the sandwich that he had ordered a few minutes ago. "I was wondering if you could tell me what is going on with you, there have been many times that I have caught you watching me."

"You're right, I do have something to say to you," replied Winry as she walked over to Edward and let her hand trail across his shoulder. "It took me a lot of courage to come up with this, to tell you how I really feel about you."

"No you can't," said Edward as he turned his head slightly, but Winry was there already.

"And why not," demanded Winry as she looked him in the eyes and was surprised to see a blush spreading all over his face.

"Because I'm saying it," replied Edward as he leaned closer and was forced forward by the train. "What the hell was that?"