yay! third chappie an not a single review :(. o well i'll just keep writing since i like this fic at least. well, on with the Fic!
Wow... I bet you guys don't have a very high opinion of me. Concidering the above statement doesn't have a isingle/i capitol... Other'n the single misplaced one at the end. Yeah, I was horrid back then.
Chapter 3
Inu Group
A new day was beginning. The sun had risen just above the treeline, allowing it's gaze to breach the canopy. For Inuyasha, it was time to do a preliminary scouting. Usually, this would be done for danger. But today, he was looking for something else as well. Miroku and Sango hadn't returned. He knew the general direction they both had went. Yet he still crouched to the ground. Sniffing untill he found Miroku's trail at the edge of the forest. Although he would never admit it, he was quite worried about the two.
He leapt from treetop to treetop, overviewing the forest floor for the Miroku or Sango. Every so ofter returning to the ground only to find the scent trail, and change his course as needed. He then spotted something. Miroku's staff. He stopped, then circled around the staff. He was rather shoched, but couldn't stop a slight grin at the sight before him. Before him laid both Miroku and Sango. Cuddling to each other for warmth, while leaning against a tree. Deep in sleep. He travelled bac to camp.
Once there, he kept quiet. His objective was to get the picture thing within Kagome's bag. Yet he didn't wish to wake Kagome as well. Silently he paced his way towards the bag. Eventually getting there without waking the Miko. Digging around was quite a hassle, yet he found the strange box. Silently he left the camp once more heading for the two 'missing' members.
Once again a few minutes passed. It was rather far from the camp where Miroku and Sango were. Which astounded Inuyasha. Just because Naraku was gone, well, it didn't mean they could wander around. There were still Youkai after the Shikon-No-Tama. No. In a way he had let them do this. He hadn't stopped them, or Sango all the other times she left. But this time they wouldn't get away unscathed, either.
He took the picture without a second thought, grinning at the many possabilities. Kagome could do so much with that picture. And it would be hilarious to see, nomatter what it was. Besides, maybe this would shock the Letcher into seeing Sango, and only Sango. He slid the camera within his sleeve, then bounded a few trees away. "Miroku, Sango, where the hell are you two!"
Both Miroku and Sango woke up startled. Neither of them had planned to sleep so far from camp. Or for that matter, cuddling with each other. Sango gave a yelp and jumped away, blushing a deep shade of fushia. Miroku on the other hand kept his calm, although a bit saddened from her leaving him. They both stated at one another, trying to gather their emotions before speaking.
"Miroku, looks like Inuyasha's looking for us. We'd better get to camp" Stated Sango, although she was still blushing heavily. She didn't attempt to hide it though.
"As you wish Lady Sango." Was all that was needed to be said. And so they travelled back to the camp, side by side.
On the way back though, Miroku had gotten very tempted to do something. He simply waited for the right moment. And when it appeared, he took it. His 'cursed' hand got a little to close to Sango's behind for comfort. Miroku didn't have time to react.
Hiraikotsu came whirling at his head with a vengance. And as he fell to the ground unconcios, Sango simply stood there with a death glare. "Am I asking to much? I simply wish for him not to grope me once! But nooo, he has to ruin all our good moments. And what's worse? I have to drag the Letcher back!" She paused her rambling only to pick up Miroku by his robes. Once done, she began to drag him towards camp, continuing her muttered curses, punishments, and things far worse for letchers all over the world.
While that was happening, Inuyasha had just made it to camp. Not caring about silence at all as he jogged up to Kagome. "Hey wench, wake up! I have something for you."
Kagome, who didn't want to be awake just yet, muttered a single word to let Inuyasha know "Sit."
The following crash resounded throughout the forest. Scaring away all the nearby birds. Even Sango thought she heard something. "What the fuck was that for wench! I'm here to give you something... And this is how you thank me?" Inuyasha yelled. He didn't deserve that 'Sit' one little bit, or so he thought.
Kagome, who was now fully awake against her wishes, looked at Inuyasha. The sweet look, with the raging inferno underneath. What could he bring to her that was more important then sleep? Specially after he had driven them all so far yesterday. "Ok Inuyasha, I'm sorry for sitting you. What did you bring me anyway?"
Inuyasha just smiled, albiet a nervous smile, but a smile none the less as he pulled out the camera from his sleeve. "When you make pictures from this, you'll be in for a surprise. I found Miroku and Sango-" Just then the said two entered the camp. One walking, and one being dragged. "Well, it's about time! What took you so long?"
Sango simply glared at Inuyasha. Wow, so early in the morning and already he had two death looks. He hid behind Kagome. Kagome on the other hand, was happy to see her friend. She walked up to the exterminator while Miroku was being dumped against a tree. "Hey Sango, would you like to go to the hotsprings with me?"
Sango, who needed to relax after these last couple of events, agreed. "Hey Kagome, when I walked into camp, you and Inuyasha were talking about me and Miroku weren't you?"
Kagome, a little taken aback by the question, answered in a nervous laugh. "Oh, you know him, 'Wheres Sango and Miroku! If they don't get here soon I'm going to leave them.' Then you showed up dragging the Letcher." Her impression of Inuyasha was off, very much so, but it had Sango convinced. If only slightly. When they got to the springs, they continued talking as they undressed. Sango was the first to be fully without clothing. And was also the first to enter the springs. Leaning back, she melted into the relaxing effect almost immediately. Kagome entered soon after, having a similar effect. The girl chat soon continued.
Back at camp, a groan emitted from the Monk. It appeared as if he were finally starting to wake up. He sat up with the help of his staff, dumfounded with a whole bunch of questions. 'Where am I? Where's the Ladies? What's Inuyasha doing here? Are we captured? And if so, why do I still have my staff?' He then noticed the actual camp. It appeared as if he had simply fell asleep, although the pain in his head contradicted that. "Hey Inuyasha, where did Lady Sango go to?".
Inuyasha had been stirring something. But once Miroku spoke he turned away from the fire to face the Letcher. "She and Kagome went to the hotsprings to take a bath." Inuyasha paused then, knowing a certain grin would appear upon the Monk's face. And just as he predicted, it was there. Inuyasha got up, and with inhuman speed he closed the distance between him and the Monk. A loud thwack issued within the forest. "There's no way your leaving this camp alive Monk!"
Inuyasha then paused, leaving his repremanding unfinished. He could smell something burning. Looking to the fire, he saw a horrific sight. Black smoke was coming from the pot above the fire, which could only mean one thing. His ramen was burning. He ran to the fire, and took the ramen off the fire. To late.
Miroku, who was dazed, and clearing his blurry vision for the second time that day, suddenly had burnt ramen forced into his hands. He looked quizzically at Inuyasha and asked, "Why did you give me this burnt ramen? I'm not even hungry."
Inuyasha looked daggers at Miroku, although he stated in a restrained voice, " You made me burn my ramen, and I'm not letting food go to waste. So if you know what's good for you, you'd better eat up."
Miroku gulped, and noted to himself never to burn ramen with Inu around. "sh-sure thing Inuyasha, where's the chop-sticks?". This was, indeed, a bad day for the both of them so far. Moreso for Miroku, however.
Full Metal Group
Another day had just been born. The sun just rising, covering the shade drenched lands once more in it's rays. Yet, for one lone person, the sun was not welcome. The night before, along with the day as well, Edward had read over the entire set of research papers. Over and over again. It just didn't make sense. These were recipes! Cakes, cookies, treats, all of which were useless to him. Yet, this was Dr. Marco's research, and there would be codes. The only oddity, was hints of elements appearing here and there. Specific measurements from sulfur, iron, phosphorus, all in the same amounts. As well as others. There meaning still eluded him, however.
In his groggy state, Edward once again picked up a set of papers. A sushi recipe, but a complex one. However, he could no comprihend it's meaning, as well as the other dishes. His mind wandered.
He was once again in Resembool. The fateful night when it had all went wrong. The components were in the tub... It once again played through his mind. The horrific sights, sounds, feelings. But worse of all, he saw his brother wretched away from him once again. As well as his feable attempt to reclaim Al, by attaching the soul to a random suit of armor...
i'Wait. Iron. Al's body is made of it entirely. But theres still faint traces of it found within the human anatomy.'/i Edward then broke from his daze. And scrambling for the other bizarre recipes followed. One by one, he found what he didn't wish to. In a burst of uncontrolled emotion, Ed slammed his fist into the table. "No... No, this can't be."
Al dropped the documents he had been gathering, and puttin in order. The look of dispair upon his brother's face was not often seen. But now, it was in plain view. Something was very wrong. "Nii-chan, whats going on?"
"No wonder people calls this research the devils bane. It uses humans as an ingredient to make the stone!" Anguish and dispair was very evident. As well, Ed was shaking slightly. But none of that was the worst that would happen this day. Exhaustion and emoyion caught up with Edward. And he immediately lost contact with all but an unending darkness.
Darkness. He was surrounded in complete darkness. But how could that be? He felt tired, as if he'd had a lack of sleep. Yet he way laying down, in an rather comfortable, yet warm spot. He then realised his disability. He opened his eyes, only to be met with a harsh retaliation from the light. He was in a white room, that he knew from the information gained. But what white room? He couldn't know, unless he opened his eyes once more.
It took a few more tries. Each time opening his eyes just a little more in legnth of time. Yet he did it. He was now able to view his surroundings without pain. What he saw didn't surprise him. A hospital room. Bland white walls, cieling, bed coveres. And a curtain surrounding him as well. Beyond that curtain, he could hear voices. But as to what they were saying, he couldn't tell. But the actual voices he recognised. He sat up, leaning to the side to gain a better hearing vantage. But his attempt was betrayed by the smallest of things. His bed squeaked.
"Nii-chan, your awake!" The sound of clanking armor soon followed. And as if planned, the curtains were spread wide, revealing Al. Behind him was Hughes, and Armstrong, standing beside one another, apparently watching. Edward couldn't even contemplate the meaning of those two being here, before Al gave him a hug. One of those bone crushing ones.
"Hey Al, we know your happy that he's awake. But do you mind not killing him?" Hughes asked, attempting to pry Al off with the help of Armstrong. This meeting wouldn't end up good if Ed suffocated.
"Sorry Hughes-san" Al sat down on one of the chairs beside the bed.
"So Ed, how're you doing?" Hughes asked, while sitting down beside th bed as well. Armstrong joined the group, taking the last seat. Sitting back just in case.
"Well, I'm still alive. But that isn't to surprising." Was all Ed could say. He wasn't to badly hurt, if he was at all. In fact, he didn't exactly know why he was here. He knew he hadn't been in any fights. Just that he was researching, and the revilation he had about the stone.
Deeming it was enough time, Armstrong cleared his throat to gain Ed's attention. "This is for you Edward." Armstrong handed a brown envelope to Ed, who took it casually. With his delivery completed, Armstrong then got up, and made his way to the door. "I'll be back at headquarters if you need me." His exit was highlighted by a closing door.
Ed meanwhile, was ripping the envalope open. People didn't normally send him letters. Just the Rockbells. This wasn't one of their letters. The first thing he saw was an insignia within the top right corner. The symbol stating this was from the military. He quickly scanned it over. This could be orders, or perhaps a promotion of some sort... It was neither, and it annoyed the hell out of him.
"Gah! Why does Roy have to annoy me all the time!" Ed ripped up the letter and walked over to the typewriter. He had been charged with disobaying orders. But his superior, Roy, dropped them on a condition. He had to report to the bastard. Sighing, he removed himself from the bed. Only to seat himself at a typewriter stationed in his room. As if they knew he'd need it. Lucky him, eh?
Hughes and Al removed themselves from the room. They knew he didn't need distractions. And the both of them there would only create such things. It took Ed three whole hours to type up his report. Slyly editing the information to disclude any report of the stone, and his information on it. Along with an entire restart, sinse he had made a few mistakes. He was done though. So he took one of the envalopes beside the writer, and slid his report into it. Sealing the letter as he made his way towards the door.
Ed knew Al wouldn't leave him. But he was mildly surprised to see Hughes still there. "I'm done with my report to Mustang, so you can come in." He left the door open while he made his way back to bed. Al and Hughes both followed, taking their seats beside the bed once again.
He could send the report at any time. But the sooner, the better. Hughes would gladly take it, he knew. But there was a question or two he needed answers to. He didn't waste those three hours with mindless typing. "Hey Hughes, do you have a map of all the city laboratories owned by the military? More specifically, the one in which Dr. Marco worked at?"
This came as a slight shock, but Hughes was smooth. He didn't show it in the slightest, masking it with a grin. "Sure Ed, but why would no need that? Going to check up on Marco's old work shop?"
"None of your business. Do you have the map or not?" This wasn't time for games. And Ed made that clear with his tone.
Hughes held up his arms in mock surrender, as a joke. "Hey, no need to get so serious. Of course I have the map."
Chapter 3
Another day, another overhaul. Sigh.