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--SakuraSagura

Disclaimer: No matter how much I try I can't get any Fullmetal Alchemist character to let me have the rights to the series. Grr, maybe some day.

When Edward got home the first thing he saw was Winry holding Den. The poor dog's metal leg was shattered and she was carefully carrying Den out of the living room. Edward walked up to Armstrong, who was holding three large boxes of auto-mail supplies, and asked what was going on.

"Den's auto-mail was broken." Armstrong said before glaring at the boy,

"YOU didn't break it out of anger did you?" Edward could feel the heated air spout from the muscular man's nostrils.

"N-no!" Edward cried and backed off a bit.

"Brother," Al spoke up suddenly. Edward's eye contact with Armstrong broke and he turned towards Al. How dare he simply sit on the couch after killing his brother! An intense rage filled his artificial body. He wanted to lunge out and tackle that murderer but Armstrong was in Edward's way.

"Have you seen Pinako?"

"NO!" Edward spat venomously. Al looked a bit taken back by that.

"Oh, alright. I'll go check the kitchen then. Al quickly left the room after that. Armstrong looked down at the steaming mad Edward.

"Calm down, there's no reason to be acting like this. Definitely not now." Armstrong said sternly. Edward glared at him in a way that plainly read, 'You have no idea'.

"I..." Ed said, still sitting on his mother's bed. "I'm, you don't, and..." He sputtered, having no idea how to say it. Tears freely flowed down his cheeks and onto the bed. He didn't know how he could even say anything. The lump in his throat was so huge it was hard to breathe. But he decided it was best to try.

"Please tell me sweetie." Trisha cooed soothingly. She placed her warm hand, something Ed had missed so much, on his shaking shoulder. Ed took a deep breath and cried,

"Mom-"

"Mrs. Elric, Mrs. Elric, come here!" Winry shouted from outside. Al came running into the room and grabbed Trisha's dress hem.

"Mom, something is coming!" Al exclaimed, obviously excited. She gave an apologetic smile to her son and left the room. Al stayed behind and stared at his brother.

"Are you okay?" He mumbled worriedly. Ed hastily wiped the tears from his face.

"Yeah, I... I am." Ed lied slowly. Al said that he didn't look okay. Ed retorted that they should just go and see what was happening.

"Oh yeah! Come on they're coming!"

"Who?"

"DAD!" Al shouted happily and grabbed Ed's hand. He dragged a bewildered Ed out the door and onto their front lawn. How could their dad be back? That wasn't possible!

Ed noticed that Winry and Miranda were standing on tiptoe to see the new comers. Al was holding onto their mom's dress hem and Trisha looked as though she was in prayer. Then Ed saw it. A group of military soldiers were passing through. Ed felt his stomach sink. Their dad hadn't gone to Ishbal. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell his mom that his dad, which just thinking the name made him angry, wasn't coming back in her life time. But he felt he had to. Ed slowly made his way over to where his mom stood. She looked so hopeful. He made sure he was on the other side of her so Al wouldn't hear. Ed gently tugged on her dress.

"Hmm?" Trisha dropped her hoping gaze down to her son. Ed looked up with big, golden eyes that clearly read,

No.

Trisha bent down, making Al let go of her dress for the moment. She was almost face to face with Ed when she asked,

"Not this time?" She questioned quietly. Ed suddenly found the blades of grass by his feet very interesting.

"He won't come back..." Ed spoke softly so only her ears would hear his quivering voice. When he saw the broken look in her beautiful eyes he quickly lied, "Today! He won't come back today." He made sure that 'today' was emphasized plenty.

Sorry mom, please forgive me.

Edward watched in fascination as Winry connected Den's auto-mail. Den whimpered and whined but aside from that he was doing fine.

"Wow." Was all Edward could say. Winry smiled faintly as she sat on the floor next to the table Den was lying on.

"I had a lot of practice." Said Winry. She didn't sound happy about it.

Pinako sighed and started to put things back into boxes.

"Will you help us pick up Ed?" She asked, even though it was more of an order. Edward shrugged and said he would. The three were the only ones in the room. Edward took a box off the floor and started picking up metal. Nuts, bolts, nails, screws, screw drivers, wrenches upon wrenches, tape measurers, metal frames, and, what's this, a very sharp object?

Edward set down the box and picked up the object. A pocket knife?

Edward hastily put it in his pocket and finished cleaning up. He had an idea.

"Goodbye guys!" Miranda called from her spot on the dirt path outside of the Elric's house.

"Bye bye!" Winry called and waved as she and Miranda walked away.

"See ya!" Al called back, waved, and watched them leave. Ed stayed silent. When he was searching to get their bodies back he'd have given almost anything to come back to this time.

A dream is only a dream until it actually happens. And when it does happen it wasn't really a dream at all. Ed sighed and turned to go back inside.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Al asked cautiously. Ed frowned,

"Nothing,"

"Liar."

"Fine," Ed said faintly while turning to face Al. "I am lying but I have a good reason."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You wouldn't get it."

"Yes I would!"

"Al, you would not! I barely get it!"

"Tell me and maybe I can help it make more sense!" Al shouted at his brother. He was so upset now. His brother was acting strange and he wanted to know why.

"You'd only complicate things." Ed retorted firmly. Al's shoulders sagged and he looked defeated.

"Edward," Al began, "Why are you being such a... a..." Al looked for a word. He couldn't really find one to fit his brother at the moment. So he just ran inside. Ed furrowed his eyebrows to make his frown frown even more. He wanted to tell Al so much. But he was afraid to. Would Al hate him if he told him what he did? Hate... him...?

"Eddie, is everything... o...kay...?" Trisha asked as she came outside to see if he was coming in for dinner or not. Ed wasn't there. She looked around feverishly. Where had her child gone? Trisha went around her house several times before coming inside.

"Mom what's wrong?" Al asked, already at the table waiting to eat.

Trisha came over to him, kneeling so they were eye-to-eye.

"Alphonse do you know where your brother went?" Al could tell that she was obviously worried.

"I didn't know he went anywhere." He said nervously. Trisha clenched her teeth and went to grab the phone. "What are you doing?" Al asked curiously.

"Calling the Rockbells'." She replied shortly. The phone rang again and again. Finally someone picked up.

"Hello, Mrs. Rockbell speaking."

"This is Trisha. I was wondering if you've seen Edward today."

"No, I haven't. Winry just got home. Why is he missing?"

"Yes! He isn't anywhere around the house!" Trisha sobbed into the phone. Al got off his chair and peeked around the corner to watch his mom.

After a minute or so his mom was off the phone.

"Does Mrs. Winry's-Mom know where Ed is?" Al questioned and grabbed his mom's dress hem again. Trisha bit her lip.

"No, but we're going to look." She assured her son. Al nodded and went to go grab his coat. When he was ready they set out to go meet the

Rockbell's and several other neighbors.

Ed really seemed to have a talent for disappearing.

Al was sitting in the kitchen at the table listening to Mustang and Hawkeye's conversation on the phone. Apparently they were speaking directly to the Fuhrer. He looked very deep in thought.

"Sir, the funeral will be hosted here. The family of Edward Elric would prefer only a small group of people to be present." Mustang spoke politely into the phone.

"I see. I suppose it would be best. I assume the four of you will be at the funeral?" Came the Fuhrer's reply.

"Yes." He stopped and thought for a moment, "Fuhrer, sir, where will the military personnel stay? It wouldn't be possible to have them stay at the Rockbells'."

"Indeed, it would be quite cramped. We will find a hotel and lodge there."

"Yes, Fuhrer sir." Mustang then said farewell and set the phone down. He looked exhausted. "There's one problem gone." He mumbled. He and Al exchanged a few words before he left the phone with Hawkeye to tell Armstrong and Havoc.

Edward was watching his so called 'brother' from around the corner. He had the pocket knife in his hand. Edward had no idea what they were talking about but didn't ponder on it. His anger level was rising every passing moment. When he was sure they were alone he made his move.

"Alphonse!" He said with fake cheer as he stepped into the kitchen. Al looked up and smiled,

"Hey brother, you feeling better?" Edward made himself keep smiling and nod. He trotted over to Al, with that stressed smile still on his face.

"I hate you." Edward stated bluntly, still grinning. Al's smile was stuck on his face but still showed his was confusedly shock. "You what?"

"You killed my brother, burnt my house down, hurt my mom, and did

THIS," Edward wiped his hands to indicate his body, "To me!"

"What?"

"Don't act like you don't know! YOU MURDERER!" Edward screeched and flung his knife wielding hand at his brother. Al barely dodged it. He landed on his side on the floor. Al gaped at the android. WHAT WAS GOING ON?

"Ed, don't be rash- AH!" Al cried and rolled over and out of the way when Edward tried to jump on him. The knife was stuck in the floor. This gave Al enough time to get to his feet while Edward tried to pull it out. Edward, once he had the knife again, jumped at Al. Al simply stepped out of the way. He may be in the same body the 17-year-old had been in but he was still as coordinated as a five. He just kept dodging, making Edward angrier and angrier.

"STAND STILL SO I CAN HIT YOU!" Edward yelled madly and kicked at Al.

By this time Pinako had come in the room and grabbed a frying pan. She

promptly hit Edward over the head. He fell to the ground, knife falling from his grasp.

"What's going on?" Pinako asked, sounding scared and angry.

"I'm not sure. Ed just started to attack me all of a su-" Al was cut of by a sharp pain on his ankle.

Edward had just bit him!

"OW! GET-OFF-OF-ME!" Al grunted loudly and started to fling his leg up and down, trying to get his brother off. Finally Edward let go and fell onto his butt. He got back up as fast as he could and punched at Al. Al stepped back.

"BOYS!" Pinako shouted at the top of her lungs.

"What's going on?" Mustang asked when he came to check on the noise.

Pinako pointed. Edward had Al in a headlock and was biting his brothers prying hands. Al was trying his best to get Edward off of him without getting anyone hurt. But, since Edward was making it impossible for him to grab and pull the restraining arms off of him, he could barely breathe.

"I can handle this." Hawkeye said emotionlessly when she appeared behind Mustang. Pinako and Mustang watched as Hawkeye took out her gun and pointed it at the boys. "You have to the count of three to stop this nonsense." She barked. Both boys stared, Al with a blue face and Ed with 'I'm gonna wet my pants' fearful eyes.

1...

Edward tightened his grip.

2...

Al started kicking to get away.

3...

Riza shot her gun, Edward let go of Al and both boys screamed (Al sort of had something between a gasp and a squeal).

"So it's at Resembool?" A military officer with dark skin and hair asked the Fuhrer. The Fuhrer nodded,

"Yes, and make sure only a small group comes to-" He was cut off by the phone. He held up a hand to show the officer to hold on a second. The

Fuhrer answered the phone. "President Fuhrer King Bradley speaking."

"Hey, Pride, we have a favor to ask." Sloth said from the other side of the line. The man waiting for the Fuhrer didn't know what was going on but he could see the Fuhrer's interest in the conversation. After a few minutes the Fuhrer hung up.

"You know, on second thought, we need a VERY large group to go the Resembool. But we won't be coming for a funeral." The Fuhrer calmly said.

The man looked startled.

"We don't? Why?"

"Believe it or not Fullmetal is alive. We are going to capture him.

We'll be sending some troops."

"WHAT? I mean, sir, capture? Why on earth-"

"Please get Archer in here." The Fuhrer ordered. The man nodded, saluted, and left.

The Fuhrer smiled. It was good to be in control.

After Edward had been shot at he had ran out of the room and locked himself in another. This room was cold now that he had some time to think.

He knew they were on the other side of the door and that they were waiting. Edward was leaning against the locked door when he noticed a bed in the far corner. The room was auto-mail storage. He remembered earlier that Pinako hadn't let him in this room when they were putting things back.

Someone on the other side of the door called to him to quit this and come out. He ignored them, although it wasn't really an ignore. He was just drawn to that bed across the room.

"Edward come out please. That room is scary!" He heard Winry warn.

Edward told himself he wasn't afraid, even though he was. Slowly he pushed himself off the door and began to walk, as though transfixed, forward.

By the time he was in front of the bed his heart, artificial or not, was pounding. Something was under those covers, he knew that. Edward was just afraid to see what. He gripped the white sheet and pulled it off.

From the other side of the door the group of people heard Edward scream out in horror.

"Oh no, no, no." Winry bawled into her hands.

"Brother, I'm so sorry." Al sniffed and bit his lip as he heard his brother fall to the floor from fright. "I'm so, so sorry."

Edward had found his own corpse.