Longest chapter to date! (and some will be even longer than this trust me) This one took awhile to type up and edit as I went. I really feel like my character is so useless in this chapter but I am trying to play a lot into her mental state and how unstable it is due to her past.
We also see a bit of her past in today's chapter. You will see more of her past and history with the Hughes family much later in the story. Hopefully I am doing okay.
Please review!
"You're a…" Before Cueball could finish his phrase, I darted forward. I drove my armored fist into his face. The crunch of bone met my ears as blood splattered from the man's now split lips. The man was tossed into the wall with a loud crack, the concrete showing a slight fissure. I glowered down at his slumped form after his body slid to the ground.
Turning to the side, my eyes turned their heated fury onto the bruised twins. "Are you going to let me pass or do you want a similar beating?" I flexed my hand at my side for emphasis.
The twins quickly stepped out of the way, going behind the bar several feet away. Clicking my tongue, I allowed the shield to drop from my appendage, the red sparks flitting around my wrist as it vanished. I could feel the blood that once soaked my front begin evaporating. The red flakes were dusting away, leaving the fabric dry once more. I stepped over to wear my gloves rested on the dirty floor. Picking them up, I dragged the frayed fabric back over my hands, covering my tattoo from view.
Stepping towards the door, I yanked it open with no hesitation. I locked my eyes on my goal as I stepped in and the door closed on its own behind me. Ed was bruised and beaten as he lay panting on top of broken crates. My purple eyes narrowed in anger at the beaten blonde. "You dumbass!" I stomped over to the flinching teen. "Don't need a babysitter? My ass! Look at you! You're a goddamn mess! You can't even beat me in a spar. How the hell do you expect to beat anyone else?" I waved my arms in frustration as I berated the teen.
"S…sorry!" Was that all he had to say? I gritted my teeth as the kid shrunk away in fear. This guy lacks too much common sense for his own good. What good are book smarts if you have no common sense?
"How the hell did you get so beat up, and where is Al?" My glare never left the blonde as he struggled to answer.
"That would be me. I'm the one that beat up the kid." I froze, my body seizing. Struggling to breathe, my feet felt rooted to the floor. I was so consumed with making sure that the shortstack was safe that I failed to notice the familiar scent that filled the room. The metallic stench of blood and sweat was present but so was his scent. The smell of cigar smoke and leather. It was a combination that I had not smelled for thirty years.
Slowly, I turned and faced the source. Greed stood there in his ultimate shield, the ugly fangs poking out from his lips. His vest was gone but the leather pants were still around his waist. He had a single hand on his hip as he regarded me, his eyes widening as he took my own appearance in. His expression of slight shock turned to amusement as his own smirk took place upon his strange mouth. "Well, well, I don't mind beating a kid up, but you know I hate…" I swiped my boot across his face, wiping his smirk off his face. The wall cracked and crumbled as his back hit it. Red light flashed all over his body as he regenerated.
"Shut up, you trash." I growled menacingly.
"Be careful Leah! He is a homunculus!" Ed's voice ringed in my ears as my gaze remained steady on Greed's crumpled form. My eyes narrowed as Greed slowly stood; jostling his neck side to side, the bones cracked.
"That would have killed anyone else." Greed chuckled as he took a couple of steps towards me. "Don't tell me you are going to defend this kid."
"What's it to you? That won't be too much for you to handle, will it?" I stationed my feet wider apart, preparing for him to attack. The sounds of Ed standing and staggering towards me met my senses. Out of my peripheral I saw Ed getting into a fighting stance beside me.
Greed's chuckle was distorted by his ultimate shield, "A hot headed brat and a blast from the past. A team I do not feel like tangling with." My breath hitched as I let out a hiss.
"So you're running away Greed?" Flinging my arm out, I glared at the male homunculus. Pissed was an understatement. Of course he had to show up out of the blue and come after the brothers.
"What?" Ed eyed both of us warily, clearly on edge between the news of us knowing each other. I fought to control my shaking limbs as I refused to look at the teen completely, I could not let Greed get away. He not only hurt both of the brothers but I also needed answers. Did he know anything about what was currently happening with the other homunculi? Where has he been since we split? What is his end goal by coming after the brothers? These were all questions that I needed answers to.
My mind raced and before I could lunge forward to stop the other homunculus, he lurched for the open doorway to our right. I began to chase after his retreating figure but before I could get anywhere, a hand grasped my wrist. Clicking my tongue and gritting my teeth, I glared at the person preventing me from finding my answers.
"Leah, wait!" Ed's golden orbs stared into my own fury filled gaze. "What did he mean by a blast from the past, Leah?" His fingers tightened around my wrist as his eyes bored into mine.
I glanced frantically between Ed and the door where Greed had disappeared, my teeth biting into my bottom lip. With a frustrated sigh, I stared back at Ed's frustrated gaze. "Ed, please," I began pleading, my eyes softening. "He is getting away."
The blonde gritted his own teeth as he looked over my desperate expression. With a hefty sigh he released my wrist. "You will give us answers when you get back! No lies!" Both fists clenched tightly at his sides as his face slightly scrunched in a furrow.
With a quick nod, I turned and ran out the door Greed had retreated to. Taking a deep breath in. I began following Greed's scent. As I ran down the dim corridor, his scent left me awashed in memories.
The shackles bit into my wrists and ankles. My dull purple eyes glanced around the dim surroundings. The sterile smell of the lab made me nauseous as I took in labored breaths. I could see the beakers on the countertops filled with unknown substances through the bars of my small cage. My white hair was matted on my head and my skin was covered in weeks old grime.
Why am I here? Why was I even created? Am I merely a tool to be discarded? My own existence was a whim, so do I even have a reason to live?
I blinked at the sharp pain that bit into my skin from the cuffs as I laid down in my enclosure. I placed my cheek against the cool metal, relishing the surreal feeling. It was not as suffocating as the heat that they sometimes threatened or used.
"What a pitiful sight." An arrogant voice reached my ears. Drifting my eyes up, I took in the sight of a sharp toothy grin. The man had spiky hair and the same purple eyes. "Since Father has deemed you a failed experiment, he plans on disposing of you soon. What do you think about that kid?" He squatted down, his arms on his knees as he stared into my dim cage. The sharp grin was gone, replaced by an unreadable expression as he focused on my limp form.
With a hoarse voice, I answered, "I…am only a tool. That's what they said." Do I believe those words? My stomach coiled as the taste of the words were sour. Is this what I wanted? To live and die an experiment?
Clicking his tongue, the man's eyes narrowed in anger. "Then why are you crying?" What? With shaking fingers, I felt my wet cheeks. Blinking rapidly, I drew my hand away staring. My fingertips were wet with my tears and they refused to stop falling. I was sure they created tracks on my dirt ridden cheeks. "How about this kid," My eyes drifted away from the anomaly on my fingertips and back to the strange man. "I plan on busting out of here. I think you could be rather useful still. How about you become my possession instead of being disposed of by our 'daddy'?"
My breath hitched at his words. Was this a trap? Were his shadows lurking around, waiting to pounce and snuff out this hope? Goosebumps adorned my skin as I thought about the slimy shadows reaching for my skin and limbs. Fighting back bile, my eyes met ones similar to mine. What would I lose by trying to reach for the light? I was going to die either way. The sour taste of the words earlier had been my answer to his question.
Furrowing my eyebrows, my eyes lit with fire as I gave him a single nod. "Yes, please. Get me out."
"Greed!" I screamed my former mentor's name as I swiftly approached his silhouette. "Stop running you asshole!" Greed finally slowed down and I was able to catch up. The bastard slowly turned and faced me, his ultimate shield now gone.
A toothy smirk grew across his face. "Well well, trying to come back to the gang are you?" He placed his hands into his leather pants pockets.
Gritting my teeth, I hissed at him in anger. "As if! You know I have my own ambitions and goals, same as you. We wouldn't be who we are without them." My purple eyes narrowed as he took a leisurely step forward towards me. "What about you? Why the hell did you go after the brothers?" Greed was now right in front of me, his purple gaze staring down at me.
With a shit eating grin, he said. "To find immortality of course, you know this."
Shaking my head, my hair flew around my face. "You're a dumbass Greed. They know nothing of it, let alone we can't die or grow old, you know this."
"That kid with the metal body does not need the normal things as humans though, it's interesting." With one hand on his hip, Greed waved his other hand nonchalantly. His carefree attitude always pissed me off.
I was tempted to berate my former mentor about Al, but giving away the boy's secrets would only aggravate the situation. With clenched fists I asked, "What are the others up to? Do you know?"
Greed looked contemplative for a moment, rubbing his chin with one hand. "Nope, nothing new that you do not already know. Why the sudden interest kid?" His purple eyes examined me closely.
Glancing away I sighed, "Nothing to concern yourself with." I refuse to tell Greed about my last few years let alone the new ambition I have.
"Well, if that's all you need, kid. Imma be off, I got a date with a suit of armor to take apart." Greed turned away from me and began to walk off. Panic surged through my limbs as I heard his words. Greed waved his hand as he continued walking.
Pushing forward through my panic, I ran forward reaching out to Greed. He made it several feet before I caught up again, yelling, "Wait dammit! Give Al back, he can't help you!" Before I could throw a punch into Greed's back I noticed he had stopped walking. In front of him, on the ground, was a familiar suit of armor. "Al?" My eyes widened at the sight, his hands and feet were bound with a hefty metal chain. His helmet was slightly open, revealing a blonde haired woman. A majority of her body was inside of Al's armor. With a hitched breath, I tried to bypass Greed to get to the younger brother.
"Leah?" Al's echoic voice reached my ears. "What are you doing here?" The blonde woman's eyes hardened as she noticed my presence behind the male homunculus. She was clearly a lackey of his.
"Isn't it obvious Al? I'm here to find you and to kick Greed ass." My eyes flitted between the suit of armor and Greed's back. The homunculus turned and faced me, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You expect to beat me?" His shit eating grin grew. This arrogant piece of shit.
"I landed a blow hard enough to use your stone earlier, didn't I? That was only a small taste." WIth clenched fists, my own wicked grin overtook my face.
"Oh, what's this? I can't let you do that." An older voice interrupted Greed's next retort. Shuttering at the sudden presence approaching behind me, I slowly turned my head. A cold sweat overtook my body. The pressure this man gave off was unnatural. The man was older, with grey striping in his hair. Twin swords were unsheathed at his sides. A grimace and a single eye patch adorned his wrinkled face. "I can't have a young lady fighting difficult battles, now can I?" My breath hitched at his words.
"What do you want, old man?" Greed questioned.
Al's armor clinked as I heard the woman retreat back inside and Al gasped, "That's the Fuhrer. Why is he here?" My heart stopped. This was the leader of Amestris. A fake smile crossed the man's face.
Taking a step back, I brought myself closer to Al and Greed. "Huh, what's the most powerful man in the land doing down here?" The homunculus asked.
Slowly, I continued easing my way away from the two heavy presences and closer to Al still. My boots scuffed slightly on the dirty pavement. Last thing I wanted was for the younger brother to be in more danger than he already was. If I had to leap in front of something, I was going to be ready for it.
"Not that you would know that growing old isn't easy." My feet froze in their spot, he knew. This old man knew somehow. "This year marks my sixtieth birthday. It's frustrating how your body stops moving the way you want it to." How did he know? "So, I would like to finish this job as quickly as possible and return home." Shaking my head, I shoved my stupor away and finally bent down near Al's chained feet.
I began to mess with the chains, when Al spoke. "Leah, be careful." Al's voice was soft and filled with worry. Of course he was more worried about me.
"It will be okay, kid. Once I have you outta here, I'm going to kick Greed's ass No one messes…" Before I could finish my statement, I heard the sound of metal against metal. Moments later, something splashed into the sewage water several feet away. Al gasped in front of me. Turning my head to the side, my eyes widened at the sight. Greeds' right hand had been severed clean and it was regenerating with red light. The severed limb laid in the sewage water disappearing into the air in black dust. My stomach roiled at the sight. How had the old man done that?
Taking a few steps away from the Fuhrer, Greed said, "Well, well look at this. The old man has got some moves." As he finished his statement, both powerhouses clashed. Greed began dodging sword strikes, barely. Bradley managed to swipe and cut Greed in several places, forcing the homunculus to regenerate. Greed bent his knees as if he was going to jump away; but, before he could, Bradley landed several more blows all along Greeds arms and legs.
Taking a deep breath, I turned my attention away from the men as they distanced their fight. I focused my attention towards Al. The boy was still on the ground in front of me. I fought the urge to look back towards Greed and the Fuhrer as the sounds of grunts and clings of metal striking grew distant. Shaking my head once, I glared at my current obstacle. I carefully began messing with Al's chains. Cursing I saw that they had a lock on both his wrists and feet. Without a key, the chances of me freeing the young alchemist was slim. Unless…
Eyeing Al's helmet, I carefully angled my body and hands where he would be unable to see them. Slowly, I took off one glove and felt the electrical tingle of the ultimate shield taking over my appendage. With eyes still watching Al's movements, I carefully brought my claws towards the chain on his feet and sliced through the metal in one fell swoop. Before he or the woman inside could react or see, I did the same with his wrists.
With a clink, the metal chains fell to the concrete ground. "Oh, Leah how…" Before Al could finish speaking his hand darted out to punch my left arm.
With a sharp hiss and widened eyes, I let my shield drop from my right hand and took a few steps back. That might have left a nasty bruise on anyone but me. "Leah, it isn't me! I'm so sorry!" The boy was panicking as the woman inside chuckled.
I slipped my right hand behind my back as Al began to frantically apologize and stand. Without taking my eyes off the alchemist, I slipped the black glove back onto my hand. "It is rather rude to take over another's body without permission."
"Brat." The feminine voice echoed from inside the armor. "You can't have this one. Greed still has questions for him." Clicking my tongue, my eyes narrowed as Al's body shakily got into a fighting stance. Al was clearly still fighting for control.
The sound of quick footsteps echoed off the sewer walls as they drew near. My stance widened as I turned my body halfway to meet the newcomers. Two men were running towards us, one small in stature and the other rivaled Sig's build. Both were scraped and bloodied. With widened eyes, I got a better look at the larger one. He had horns and sharp claws, reminding me a bit of Cueball. What the hell are these guys?
"Dolcetto! Row!" The feminine voice exclaimed from within Al.
"Martel, glad to see you holding up." Dolcetto, I was guessing, grimaced. The man's black gaze eyed me warily, going up and back down. His gaze faltered on the dog tags for a split second. "More military, great." Sarcasm soaked his words.
The military was here? Guess I shouldn't be surprised, it explained why the Fuhrer was here. Raiding my gloved fists, I hissed out, "I'm taking back Alphonse."
"Oh my, what a brave young lady." The sinister chuckle didn't match the words. Bile rose in my throat as the Fuhrer's voice echoed from behind me. My legs began to shake slightly as my head turned and I saw Greed at the Fuhrer's feet. Two swords protruded from his chest and red sparks surrounded his body. Blood poured from his regenerating wounds. "I have killed you fifteen times, Greed. I wonder how many more it's going to take." His blood chilling smile sent shivers down my spine. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes, from both anger and grief. What was this man?
"Crap…curse this canine loyalty." Dolcettos' voice reached my ears but I still refused to take my eyes off of Greed's twitching form. The man that had gotten me out of a hell hole and had taught me so much in five decades, was defeated.
The sound of clanging metal echoed next. Al's gasp was audible. "Do us a favor, kid, and get her out of here." I could hear the woman struggling to get out of Al as she screamed the men's names. The two fools swiftly ran past me and towards the Fuhrer. They brandished their swords and fists, prepared to fight a losing battle. Greed somehow, instilled so much loyalty in his pawns.
Clenching my fists and eyes tightly, I whipped back to the struggling suit of armor. Grasping his forearm, I tried to haul him away. "Come on! We gotta get out of here!" Despite my yell and strength, the woman was still giving Al and I a difficult time.
"Martel stop! I can't let you out! I promised to protect you!" His other arm held his helmet in place as he yelled at the panicked woman.
"Are you going to make me watch my friends get murdered? Please…" From the sound of her desperate voice, Martel was clearly on the verge of tears.
Wet plops could be heard from behind. Grimacing, I could easily guess what the sounds came from. Shrieks of grief and agony rang from inside Al. "I'm sorry…" The young alchemist's armor seemed to be racked with sobs. He shook and rattled from his own grief or from Martels…most likely both.
"Whoa, that was a little excessive. Killing me is one thing, but they aren't going to come back." Greed's voice reached my ears.
"Pitying the lost lives of your pawns? Pathetic." The malice in the Fuhrer's voice was palpable.
"Excuse me, are you senile? Did you forget who I am, old man? I'm one of the living incarnations of Greed. Those weren't my friends Bradley, they were my possessions. Money, women, henchmen; they are all my possessions. So, killing my henchman is the same as stealing from me and I don't let people take what's mine." Greed's voice grew in anger as he spoke.
I finally took my eyes off Al and stared at the two monsters. Both stood, facing one another. A frown graced the Fuhrer's features while Greed's shield was creeping up his arms.
"Greed, you grow more pathetic by the second." Punctuating his final word with a dash, Bradley launched himself at Greed. The two danced around one another. My heart rate rose as Greed was unable to keep up with the old man's movements. Soon enough, four swords jutted out from Greed's form. Greed's body collapsed into the sewage water once more, twitching and trying to mend itself. My heart twisted as I watched my former mentor in clear pain.
Biting my biting lip, I fought back the wave of panic that surged through me. Turning back to face the armor, I yelled, "We gotta go now!" I tugged harder on his arm, moving him only a few more inches.
"Not so fast." The water sloshed as Bradley stepped out and onto the concrete. "Isn't that the younger brother of Edward Elric? They didn't hurt him did they?" He sauntered closer, as I took a few steps back trying to bring Al with me. "Can I help you both at all? The young lady does seem to be a friend rather than foe."
"Uh, yes sir. She is a friend, but…we do not need help." I fought the urge to flee, my legs shaking with the effort. The pressure this man emits reminds me so much of him. Before my thoughts could finish, Martel screamed and Al's fist locked around the Fuhrer's throat. "Martel don't do this!" Despite having a hard grip around his throat, the leader of Amestris did not seem fazed.
I launched forward, wrapping my arms around the one Al had on the Fuhrer. I pulled and tugged, trying to pry the Fuhrer free. Between Al's armor and the woman's strength, even I couldn't do it.
"Die Bradley!" Martel screeched from within Al. Before my mind or body could register what had happened, the Fuhrer had plunged a sword into a gap near Al's helmet. The metal of the weapon disappeared and blood spurted from multiple crevices.
Everything grew still as Al collapsed onto the ground, slipping out of my arms. "Al?" With empty arms, I numbly stared at the armor.
"What a pity." Goosebumps grew on my forearms. Anxiety plummeted into my stomach. I couldn't do it, again. I couldn't protect anyone, I hesitated and more people suffered. What was Ed going to say and do? First Hughes, now Greed and Al fell because of my hesitation and indecision. What good was my abilities if I didn't use them to protect those I cared for? "Well then young lady, what are you?" Blinking once, I vacantly stared at the Fuhrer. His expression was unreadable as his purple eye stared.
"A friend of Fullmetals." Basic answer. I owed nothing to this man.
"What a shame it seems, a friend of Fullmetals being murdered by the lackeys here." A smile dawned on the old man's face. Before I could arch an eyebrow, I had a sword protruding from my stomach. Glaring up at the man, blood poured out of my mouth. The metallic scent overwhelmed my senses.
"Fuck you." I gasped as I clutched the blade. With a yank, he ripped the sword out of my abdomen. I fell to the ground with a hard thud. Blood began pooling, my body not regenerating quickly. Pain radiated from the wound, forcing me to grit my teeth and stare at the bloodied ground below me. Bradleys boots began to walk away from me and towards Greed. "Get away…from him." I bit out.
Ignoring my statement, Bradley hauled Greed's body over his shoulder and made his exit.
Darkness seeped at the edges of my vision as my frustration grew. Clicking my tongue, I listened for footsteps. Hearing none, I slowly stood. The wound in my abdomen began flashing red lights, mending itself. The blood that soaked the front of my black half sleeve began turning into black mist. Soon enough, the only evidence left behind was a gaping hole in the front of my shirt.
Rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. Gritting my teeth, I concentrated and allowed the tingling sensation to take over my torso. I would pay for over use later.
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Ed's POV
Being accompanied by Major Armstrong, Ed ran down the corridors. Panting, he cursed. That dumbass had run after Greed and his own brother, and he allowed it. The guilt he would feel if Leah was hurt would tear him apart. This was his problem and yet others always seemed to butt their heads into it. Leah was no exception, the hotheaded…
Before finishing that thought, Ed's golden eyes widened as he and Armstrong approached a figure. "Leah!" Ed immediately recognized the white haired female. Leah turned around, her purple eyes widening at the sight of the teen. Ed stopped, panting. His eyes looked the girl up and down. Not a single hair was out of place. Her sweater and pants even looked brand new, there was not a single scratch on her.
"Hey kid…" Her dark purple eyes faltered looking away. Following her gaze, Ed gasped.
"Al!" Taking several steps forward, Ed crouched down to better examine his younger brother. With a shaking hand, Ed touched the cool metal. "What happened?" The words were a panicked whisper.
"The Fuhrer stormed in and took Greed away before killing everyone here, including the woman who was inside Al." Leah shifted on her feet as she spoke. "Will he be okay?" Ed gritted his teeth.
"Let's get him out of here and cleaned up." Armstrong's wise words echoed around them. The burly alchemist stepped forward and picked up the limp armor. Metal changed together and more blood began seeping out of Al. Ed cringed at the sight, his hand and legs were shaking.
Standing to his feet he glared at Leah. The girl flinched at his heated gaze. "You look uninjured and yet Al is on the ground soaked in blood. Some bodyguard." His words were venomous as he berated her. Ed was pissed. Pissed at himself and his own inculpabilities and shortcomings. He knew that he did not know what happened down here and it may not be Leah's fault, but…
Clenching his fists, he turned away from the white haired girl. Armstrong glanced at Leah as he also turned and walked away, Ed following.
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Leah's POV
I really am useless. A failure. My body was numb of feeling as I watched Ed and the burly man cleaned Al's armor. Ed was correct, some bodyguard she was. Everyone was right.
My bangs hid my gaze, as I stared at my feet. The sound of splashing reached my ears as both men continued to clean off Alphonse. The boy inside had yet to wake up even when the armor was fully open and being cleaned. Ed had confirmed that his blood seal was fine; but, what if it hadn't been. It would be all my fault. My fingers dug into my arms as I crossed them over my chest.
"Al!" Ed's yell drew me out of my stupor. My head shot up as my gaze flitted towards the now stirring suit of armor.
"Brother?" The young boy's voice was like honey to my ears.
With a sigh of relief, Ed asked, "Are you okay?"
Exasperated, Al responded, "Are you okay? You're covered in blood!" I watched as Ed physically tensed. His head shifted to draw attention to Al's open armor, that was still quite gory. With a gasp, it dawned on the younger brother finally. We all did our best to ignore the body, which was covered with a white sheet, a few feet away.
Armstrong kneeled next to Al, gently saying, "We thought it best to open you and remove her before you awoke."
The younger brother's shoulders slumped and quivered. "I couldn't save her." Little sobs and gasps left Al.
Glancing at Ed, I could see the tired expression on the teens face. "Come on Al, you can't blame yourself." With a forced smile, he added, "Let's go home."
Before Al could respond, the one voice I didn't want to hear spoke. "Not so fast you two. There are a few questions I need to ask both of you before you can leave." The Fuhrer calmly walked past several saluting offices, arms tucked behind him.
I willed myself to melt into the wall that was behind me and Armstrong. Thank goodness this man was so large, he easily hid me from the line of sight of the Fuhrer. I fought the urge to flee despite this. In front of me, Armstrong came to a sturdy salute.
Both teens regarded the Fuhrer in shock as he continued speaking. "Did either of you have any previous dealings with the man that referred to himself as Greed?"
Standing in front of his brother, Ed's eyes darted from me and back. A stone wedged its way into the pit of my stomach. I knew after the Greed fiasco I would need to tell the brothers a bit of my past. With that came the fact that Ed most likely lost the little trust he had for me. Despite this, he wouldn't give me to the Fuhrer, would he?
"No, of course not." As Ed denied, relief washed over me.
"Did you happen to trade any manner of information with him?" Behind the Fuhrer, I could see the armed soldiers glare towards the brothers. My eyes narrowed as my hands finally fell to my sides.
"None at all. The military wasn't even mentioned. Not even once." Their conversation continued as I glared at the armed men from behind Armstrong.
"That isn't my concern. Let me be more specific. If you arranged a deal that shared any knowledge with him, then I'll execute you both right now." the menacing words, caused me to grit my teeth. The last thing I wanted was for the leader of the country to realize I was alive, but at the same time it was high time I acted like a proper bodyguard. Boy am I stupid and too damn prideful. I walked forward from my hiding spot behind the hulking Armstrong. With a wide stance, I stood in front of Ed with my purple gaze locked onto the Fuhrer. The Fuhrer's own eyes widened by a single fraction out of the sight of me, alive and uninjured. "I'll ask you again Fullmetal. Did you share any knowledge that might affect the military?" He was beginning to sound like a broken record.
"No, can we go home now?" The Fuhrer's eyes remained fixed one me.
"I am curious about your steel arm and leg and your brother's armored body. Is there any connection between the two?" Ed and Al's gasp punctuated the Fuhrer's final word.
My glare held and my body remained steady as I stood between the brothers and the leader of Amestris. The tension between the Fuhrer's words and me guarding was palpable.
Giving a small chuckle and a smile, the Fuhrer said, "You really are an honest kid." With a quick turn, the Fuhrer began walking away. "Alright men, we're pulling out. You make sure to take good care of the two brothers Leah." Bradley's parting words sent chills up my spine.