Revenge For Memories
Chapter 2
A/N: Add usual witty disclaimer here, also a huge thank you to the one and only person who reviewed chapter one! I appreciate you! Also, thanks Cel-chan for beta reading, catching my mistakes and encouraging me to write this and finish it up.
Elicia waited at the train station, glancing up from her alchemy text as she hears a train pull in. It had to be the one from Rizenbul. It was an hour past the time it was supposed to arrive and she was getting impatient. She watched the people getting off of the train from over her book, and didn't notice the person sit beside her. A quiet, clear, nearly innocent voice spoke up, making her jump.
"I had arrived right when you got here. You should be more observant." A sigh and a rustle as he sat up, arms resting on his knees. "I take it Mustang sent you to meet me?" The man plucked the book from her hands, looking over the title then flipping through it.
She was flustered. Defiantly taken off guard. Nodding she answered "Yeah, kinda in a round about way. You know how he is." At this he nodded, sitting back on the bench, an elbow on the back of it, book open with one hand, scanning a page.
"I do. He plays people as if they were puppets, bending even those close to him to his will." He frowned slightly, looking at Elicia with dark gray eyes. "I finally understand why brother seemed to dislike him so much…"
She just blinked, having nothing to say to that and stood. "Well, we should head off. No sense in us hanging out at a train station." She smiled a bit as she looked over at Al and playfully snatched her book back. "Plenty of time to read later."
Al chuckled softly and stood up, flinging his coat over his shoulder. "I guess. So, how's your mom doing?"
Elicia was sitting in her room, studying, and Al was stretched out on her bed, a book in front of him. He decided to stay with her and her mother. It was a lot better than staying with Roy Mustang: Permanent bachelor. At least with Elicia and Gracia he knew what to expect when he randomly walked into a room. So, they both concluded for something to do, they'd head up to Elicia's bedroom, and read up on alchemy. Al's blue trench coat and black jacket hung on a bedpost. Elicia glanced over at him, tank top revealing well-toned arm muscles. She felt her face burn as she looked back to her book. She was studying up on homunculi…in her time between study sessions of course. Right now, she was taking a break from studying, and looking through a book she found at the library.
"What are you reading?" Al asked, looking up at her. He was as astute as they said Edward was, but nearly not as hot headed. She should have known she would have gotten caught with him around. So, she peeked over the book at him.
"Oh, well…something on the aftermath of human transmutations…" She winced as she saw the frown slide onto his perfect face.
"You aren't considering…." The vocal accusation was not nearly as bad as the silent one in his eyes. He was already chiding her for even considering it. She quickly shook her head.
"No! No, I'd never consider doing something like that. Its just research…" Biting her lip, she set the book down, and grabbed for one of her books she needed for the exam, a file falling and scattering papers across the floor. Al looked down and blinked.
"What's this?" He asked, picking up a "sketch" of what was to be believed as a homunculus in the file. "Looks like Ed's art style…"
"Nothing!" She went to snatch the paper away, when Al held it out of her reach, glancing on the floor at the rest of the scattered mess. He avoided every attempt she made to stop him, with a smooth, fluid action and scooped up the file and most of the papers scattered. "Really…come on Al! It's nothing!"
As he scanned the pages, he frowned. "Doesn't look like nothing…." And continued to read. "Where'd you get this? Isn't this military records?"
"Ah, well….hmm…that's…." He glanced over as he flipped, frowning.
"You stole them, from the Furher's office...?"
"Yes and no? He kinda slid them to me under the table…"
"This is…" He looked at the date and paled. "The last case your father was working on…?"
