Thanks you guys! You guys make me feel so happy, it's not even flipping funny! Just knowing that I've got people waiting for me to update makes me want to fly!
Edward: I can make that arrangement…
Orenji: Really! Well, not now, because I have to answer my wonderful reviews!
Roy: Yes! And I think there are a few flames, so I think I get to torch some people!. n.n!
THE REVIEWS!
Kittiwindx: Omg.. I get this question a lot! The reason why it's flipping M rated is because there's going to be RAPE in later chapters and EDWARD ABUSE, foo'! Is it because I don't cuss in these chapters! Well, I don't like to cuss, but if you want me to fucking cuss, then I'll fucking cuss! Edward, you bitch! REPLY, YOU MOTHER FUCKER BASTARD. Edward: Holy Jesus! –hides in Al's armor- She's flipping scary! Don't make her cuss! Roy: I thought I was the flamer! Al: She isn't flaming! She's just.. trying to make a point! (So I'm not flaming you, Kitti! I really love you for reviewing! That question just bugs me. XP)
Kaori-chan: Roy: Holy crap, does it freaking matter! His eyes may be golden-brown, but Orenji Yoh-chan isn't going to sit at her computer writing, 'Edward's golden-brown eyes filled with joy', or 'His golden-brown eyes scanned his perimeter before running down the hallway'. Screw that. Chestnut is MUCH better! Orenji: Yes! I know his eyes aren't chestnut EXACTLY, and I'm not sure if that was a flame, but I don't care right now! Because you insulted me! –cries- Roy: And Al sleeps in a freaking bed! I've seen it before! He may be a big metal suit of armor… Al: Hey! Roy: …But he still has a heart and feelings! Edward: And you know this.. how? Roy: Uh.. I've just seen him. Edward: You sick bastard. Hughes: Remind me NOT to get on his bad side!
Shingo-sama: Ah! Shingo-sama! –hugs and nuzzles- You don't know how happy I get when you review me! It makes me feel SOO good! Of course I'll update! I'm glad you're happy! But the thing is, your name reminds me of Shigure-sempai from Furuba! So from now on, you're Shi-chan, because it can stand for Shingo-sama and also Shigure-sempai! n.n! It's so much fun talking to you and getting reviews from you, Shi-chan! Everyday, I'm like.. 'OMG, I updated, did Shi-chan reply!' And then, there you are! It's so cool! You bring me happiness all the time, Shi-chan! Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU SHI-CHAN! AND YOU'RE STORIES! So very cute! nn Edward: Thank you for being to only one in her life that can bring her joy! Al: Yes, thank you very much! Hughes: Ah, you bring Orenji Yoh-chan so much to live for (literally!)! Roy: Oh yes! Thank you for making her feels loved! Since her mother is a complete CENSORED, Orenji now feels as if her only purpose here on Earth is to write stories so she can make you all happy! Especially you, Shi-chan! Orenji: Roy! Shut up, dood! Stop making me sound desperate. But um.. yes. That's true, except the only reason to live thing isn't.. BUT WHO CARES? I LOVE YOU, SHI-CHAN!
Anime Monster: -gasps and hugs back- Ah! You're so very welcome! You make Orenji Yoh-chan so very, very, VERY happy, too! –nuzzles- Roy: I don't know, what should you do with me? –wink wink, nudge nudge- And with the picture, we'll make arrangements, Anime Monster.. Edward: A spanking? With… A paddle? Or… Without a paddle? Orenji: GAH! DIRTY THOUGHTS, DIRTY THOUGHTS! LEMONS.. WHERE ARE THEY? NUUUUU… Al: -gasps and squeals- A fanclub for me! Oh, thank you so much A. Monster! Hughes: Why, of course! Anything for a fan of my dear, sweet Alysia! –smiles back and ponders- Just go to Orenji Yoh-chan's profile and click on the hyperlink that's there! Then there's my cute, little Alysia for you to print out and enjoy ever day of your life! Orenji: Omg, yes! You can join! I'm putting you on my profile now for all of the Hughes fanclub members! –huggles back- Thanks for loving my chappie and commentaries! And I was thinking to exact perverted thoughts! I think.. And thanks for adding me to your Favorites list! You and Shi-chan have the longest respond, I think! Arigatou!
Mafiababe223: Ok, I won't beat myself up! I just thought you guys were expecting something more from me! But thank you for reviewing! And of course, I'll read your story too! Roy: -gets jacked- EDWAAAAARD! Edward: Shut the hell up. Be grateful that you have a fan.. wait.. Colonel's being jacked? ……COLONEL! Hughes: Oh, that's ok! He'll figure things through!
Takky: Oh, I don't mind! And that's absolutely scary how that works out. Takill.. Takilla.. OMG TWINS. Just like Hao and Yoh from Shaman King! Except.. their names don't sound alike! Edward: You realize you're just rambling, right? Al: Oh, just let her! She's happy, Onii-chan!
Me: I've answered that question already! Arigatou for reviewing! Roy: Gah! Everyone's after that picture! But it's mine! MINE! Edward: Why did you even keep that picture? And what happened to you being jacked! Roy: I don't… Know….
Omg, I'm sorry I didn't get to the rest of you guys, but I promise I'll answer you people in my next chapter! So don't think I forgot about you all! –gives you all a bag of orenjis and grins- Arigatou! You make Orenji Yoh-chan SOOOOO HAPPY!
Edward: Yeah, yeah. Just get on with the story!
Hughes:Orenji Yoh-chan does not own Full Metal Alchemist! If she did then I wouldn't have to worry about a thing and Winry would be either dead or a very, very minor character.. Well, here's the story! –waves and shows everyone a picture of Alysia- Isn't she just so cute!
/Story Begins/
Roy sat down at his desk, fully clothed and the pajamas hidden safely inside his lower desk drawer. Riza had came in on him to check every now and then to make sure he was holding up fine and wasn't dozing off on the spot.
It was now 6:25, and the Fuhrer would be at HQ any minute now, and everyone was on their toes with their heads held high, hoping that they don't mess this day up and get knocked down. Roy Mustang was especially nervous on today, seeing as he wasn't prepared for anything. Sometimes, he wondered if people were out to get him, just so he could get fired and out on the side of the road.
Mustang tapped his pen on the desk impatiently and nervously, shifting his eyes over to the clock, then to the door, then back to the clock. This proceeded for a while longer before somebody had arrived at his office door.
The door opened and his head shot up, expecting the Fuhrer, only to be… "Colonel Mustang, sir?" Riza called, poking her head inside the office. Roy exhaled in relief, seeing as he was holding his breath this whole time.
"Yes, what is it now, Lieutenant Hawkeye?" He asked, looking over at her with hint of aggravation in his eyes. "This is the fifteenth time you've come in today, Hawkeye. I've finished my paperwork if that's what it is." Riza shook her head. "That's good, but that's not what it is." She said, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Well then, what is it, Hawkeye?" He asked again, sighing in frustration. "I just wanted to tell you that the Fuhrer has come, sir." She said, closing the door. Roy blinked and almost immediately stood up, walking out the door.
When he had reached the front of the building, he smiled and bowed. "Fuhrer, how nice of you to drop by." He said when he approached the man. He smiled back and bowed back slightly. "Yes, I was hoping to see you today, Colonel Roy Mustang. Is everything well?" He asked when he brought himself back up. Roy took follow soon after and nodded. "Yes, everything is doing just fine, sir."
"That's good. So I think I'll start things off with you first. Is that alright?" He looked over at the dark haired man smirking, knowing he was putting pressure on him. Roy mentally groaned and nodded. "Yes, of course it is, Fuhrer sir." He said politely, "Do whatever you please, and do make yourself comfortable." The Fuhrer simply nodded and followed Roy into the office.
The higher superior looked around Roy office and jotted down notes on his clipboard he had on him. Roy began to feel nervous already, and it was only the beginning of the day. 'Oh man. This is going to be one hell of a day…' Roy said mentally and sat down at his desk. He looked up at the Fuhrer and tilted his head slightly, awaiting his orders.
"Oh, right. Just do whatever you do. Pretend I'm not here, alright?" He said casually, as if it was nothing. The Fuhrer sat down on a chair and crossed his legs, a smirk spread across his lips. Roy nodded and searched through his drawers, finding nothing to do. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face.
'There's absolutely nothing to do? How can that be?' He questioned himself, already feeling as if he lost.
He then picked up the phone and punched in some numbers, lifting it up to his ear.
"Hello, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye speaking. What happens to be the trouble?" The voice on the other line asked. "Lieutenant Hawkeye, this is Colonel Roy Mustang. I'm just checking in to see if I have any paperwork I need to go over or sign." He said into the phone. The other line went silent for a brief second. "Hold on one moment, sir." She said.
Roy tapped a finger on his desk impatiently before Riza picked up on the other line. "No sir, but you do have mail. Do you wish for me to bring it to you?" She asked into the phone. Roy sighed.
"There's nothing for me to do? Are you positive?" Another moment of silence. "Yes sir, I'm positive." She responded. Roy sighed again. "Alright then, yes. Please see to it that I get my mail to my office, Lieutenant. Thank you." He said hanging up.
He leaned back into his chair and let another silent sigh escape his lips. He looked over at the Fuhrer and arched a brow. 'Why is he grinning at me that way? Is he waiting for to mess up or something? The Fuhrer is acting strange this morning. Maybe something happened..?' He questioned in his mind.
Just then, Havoc walked through the door with a few mail letters in his hand. He sauntered over to the Colonel's desk and placed them in front of Roy, grinning. "Here you are, Colonel!" He chirped.
'Great. It seems everyone's in a good mood besides me..' Roy nodded and smiled slightly over to him. "Thank you, Second Lieutenant Havoc. You may resume to your duties, now." He dismissed him, turning over to his letters and flipping through them one by one.
Havoc nodded and turned on his heel, walking out the door before his eyes caught the Fuhrer.
"Why, good morning sir! How are you feeling today?" He asked happily. The Fuhrer nodded his head in approval, "I'm doing just fine, Second Lieutenant Havoc. Hopefully everything is doing well on your part?" He said in a more questioning manner. Havoc grinned again. "Everything is doing just fine, sir! Thank you! But I must be going now. Good day!" He said before taking his leave. He walked through the door and closed it behind him, still grinning madly and getting stares from his associates.
The Fuhrer smiled and shook his head, turning back to Roy who was still sorting through his mail. 'Most of these are bills, while only few of them are really business letters.'
He finally grabbed one and carefully tore a slit in the envelope. He grabbed the note inside and began to read it carefully. Once… Then twice… Then a third time he read it. This took him just about fifteen minutes before getting out a paper from his top drawer along with a pen and began to respond to the letter.
The Fuhrer got up from his sit and walked over behind Roy, looking over his shoulder. He saw that it was only a business letter, regarding some laboratory discoveries and newfound notes on alchemy. The higher-ranking man jotted down a few more notes on his clipboard and continued to watch Roy, who was now having difficulty finding the words to say. The Fuhrer certainly wasn't helping him, with him breathing down Roy's neck and watching his every move.
Roy sighed for what seemed to be the umpteenth time and turned to face him, his right arm laying on the table.
"I'm sorry, sir. But I can't work with people over my shoulder. So, if you could please…" He looked over at the chair, feeling as if he needed to say nothing more. The Fuhrer nodded and walked back over to his original spot, writing more notes down.
Roy looked up at that clock and groaned silently to himself. '7:15.. And I still have only until my lunch break which is 11:45 before he moves on to someone else.' The Colonel turned his attention back to his letter and began to write, finding it easier now without the Fuhrer riding on his butt.
/Edward/
The blonde's eyes opened and closed, then opened again, trying to adjust to the bright light that beamed down upon him. Once he finally got used to it, he sat up straight in his bed and looked around, only to find Al looming over him.
"Brother! You're awake! Did you sleep well? Hopefully the Colonel didn't keep you up too late." He said, sitting back in his chair. Edward nodded and yawned, looking around the room.
"Yeah, I did. But, where's Roy?" He asked, turning back to the metal armor. Al scratched his head before responding.
"He's back at his office, I think. But I heard that the Fuhrer was supposed to be here today for inspections, so he's really busy." Al retorted smiling, though not physically, over to his brother.
"Fuhrer? Who's that?" Edward asked, playing with his golden hair. "Well, the Fuhrer is kind of like Colonel Mustang's boss, as well everyone else's." He answered.
"But I thought Roy was the boss."
"He is."
"I don't get it." Edward scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously.
"The Fuhrer is a higher ranking job that the Colonel's. So to put it simpler, the Fuhrer is the big boss, while Colonel is more like a little boss!" He said, holding up his index finger. Edward blinked and thought this over.
"Oh! Ok, thanks Al! So, can he come here?"
"No, I don't think so." Al said.
"Why not?" Edward pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I already told you!" Al groaned, trying to calm down. "The Fuhrer is here and he's doing inspections! So, the Colonel's busy." He explained, slowly. Edward nodded his head and then fell backwards onto his bed.
"Who's the Fuhrer?"
"Brother!" Al whined, thrusting his head back. Edward began to giggle and grinned over at Al.
"Aw, I'm just playing with you. I know who he is, so don't worry!" Edward chuckled, placing a hand on his forehead.
"Bother, you're impossible. You're exactly the same way before you got into this mess." Edward closed his eyes. "Really? I didn't know. I was just playing. Sorry if I bugged you." He said quietly.
Al waved his metal hands in front of his face frantically. "No, no, no! It's ok! You don't need to be sorry! It's ok, really!" Al said in a panicky matter. Edward opened his golden-brown eyes and stared at the ceiling, smiling contently to himself.
"And you're exactly how I remember." Edward whispered in a barely audible voice. Al stopped waving around and looked down at the blonde boy.
"What did you say, Ed?" Al asked, leaning forward a bit. "Oh, nothing." Edward said, sitting up again. "Even if I were to tell you, I wouldn't remember. I forgot what I said…" He said, blushing in embarrassment.
"You forgot something you said that was like, only five second ago?" Al sighed. "Can you remember anything, brother?" Edward blinked and nodded.
"Yea, I remembered a part from our past!" Edward exclaimed happily.
"Really? What part, Edward?" Al asked happily. "The part when.. I put you in that body. I remembered everything that happened." Edward said, his voice suddenly low and soft.
"…..Brother.."
Before they could get anywhere else, a nurse came in. By the way she looked, she had to be at least in her mid-20s. Her dirty-blonde hair in a neat bun high on her head. Large, hazel eyes looked out over her small, black-framed glasses that rested on the bridge of her petite nose. Her skin was almost as white as her uniform she had on.
"Um.. Edward Elric?" She said quietly. Obviously, she was a new to the job. Edward turned his eyes over to the young woman, smiling. "Yea, that's me." He said, pointing to himself with a grin.
She nodded and walked over to him, helping herself to the chair. "Are you ready, Edward?" She asked politely, smiling.
"Ready? Ready for what, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Oh! No one told you? This may be sudden, but the military can't wait any longer for you to recover. You're going to have physical therapy from now on, until you are able to walk by yourself." The nurse said.
"So soon? Can't they wait just a while longer? Edward just woke up yesterday night!" Al complained, hoping to change their minds. Edward nodded his head.
"Yea, why so soon, Miss uh.." Edward stopped, scanning her body for any sign of a nametag, not aware of what he was doing.
The nurse blushed and covered her upper body and looked at the floor. "I'm… I'm Briana.. Briana Carolynne. So you may call me that." Edward nodded.
"Alright, Briana. But why so soon?" He asked, disappointment filled his golden-brown eyes. She shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know, why. The military just said that you need to get out of bed rest and start to get back on your missions. They also said that the sooner, the better." She sighed quietly.
"But this isn't fair! They know Edward got attack! We can't they be more considerate?" Al fussed. "Miss Carolynne, can't you do something?" Al asked desperately.
"I'm sorry, I can't. After all, I'm only a nurse." She replied, placing her hand on Edward's automail one. "So, will you cooperate?" She asked, looking into his eyes. Edward shook his head.
"No. Not without Roy." He said flatly, taking his hand away.
"But, Edward." She said, trying to reason with him, but only to be shot down.
"No. I want Roy. He said he would be here, and I want him." Ed laid back into the bed and stared at her, his eyes suddenly got cold. She gasped and nodded her head, motioning Al to come with her.
Al got up from his seat and followed her out the door. She turned to him and folded her arms behind her back. "Is there any way to change his mind?" She asked, looking back at the door. Al shook his head and chuckled a bit.
"Nope. Once he makes up his mind, he won't change it. He's just like the Edward I remember." He said and they walked down the hallway, heading for Roy's office.
"Just as you remember him? What do you mean.. Um.. What's your name?" She asked, a drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face.
"I'm Alphonse Elric, Edward's younger brother." He said, "And Edward got attacked about five months ago and has been in a coma for all of that time. Now, he has amnesia, and we don't know what to do." Al expounded. Briana just nodded.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Alphonse." She said, looking up at the metal suit. "But don't worry! He looks strong, so he'll pull through. It's no wonder the military want him back so badly." She laughed a bit.
Al and Briana walked down to the Roy's office in silence, neither speaking a word.
It wasn't too long before they reached their destination. They stood in front of Roy's office and hesitated, not wanting to annoy him while the Fuhrer is there. Finally, Al reached out and grabbed the doorknob, turning it to the side and walking inside the office.
The Fuhrer and Roy looked up at the same time, staring at the two. "Uh.. Um.. C-C-Colonel Roy Mustang..?" The young nurse asked quietly, blushing slightly. Roy stood up from his desk and walked over to the pair.
"Yes, what is it?" He asked, trying to keep his business tone. The Fuhrer stood as well and walked behind Roy, watching the three make 'conversation'.
"Uh.. E-Edward Elric, he has to start his physical therapy today, b-but… He won't go." Briana stuttered for a reason unknown and got a few glances from the men around her.
"What do you mean, 'he won't go'? Of course he'll go!" Roy said, staring at her.
"No, sir. He won't. Not without you. He said that he won't go unless you are there with him, Colonel Mustang, sir." She said, regaining her courage. Al nodded his head, as a sign tell him it's true. Roy sighed and looked over at the Fuhrer.
"I'm sorry, sir. But may I be excused? I have to help Full Metal." Roy asked the Fuhrer. The Fuhrer looked at him and sighed.
"But, Colonel Mustang, what about your inspection?" He asked, twirling his mustache around his finger. Roy sighed and looked at the ground.
"Yes, I know. But Full Metal won't do anything now without me, and I promised him yesterday that I would.. Please sir. Let me do this." He tied to reason with him, hoping that it would go his way.
"I'm sorry, Roy. But I'm afraid I can't let you go." The Fuhrer said in a somewhat harsh tone. Roy was taken back, but turned to face the duo.
"Al, you heard him. I can't help Full Metal in this one. You'll just have to tell him that. I'm sorry." He said to them, sorrowfully. Al nodded sadly and turned to Briana.
"Well, let's go. If Edward throws a tantrum, then I'll try to get him to calm down." He said, walking down the hall. Briana grabbed the Colonel's arm and stared up at him, her hazel eyes glared at him.
"I'm sorry, too, sir. But you need to go." She said shortly. This had caused Al to stop and turn around. "B-… Briana?"
"Al, you can't go. Not just yet, not without the Colonel.." Roy stared at her and jerked his arm away.
"I said that I couldn't. I got my orders, now please, let me resume to my work as you will resume to your own duties." He said, turning around and walking towards his desk.
"But he needs you, sir! How can you deny him? He's helpless, stubborn, and lonely!" She yelled at him, her voice shook slightly at the end. Associates stopped to see and watch the scene that was happening inside Roy's office.
Roy turned to her and sighed heavily. "I can't go, and that's final. Now ma'am, if you please, I have to--"
"No, you don't have to!" She interrupted, tears welling up in her eyes. "Sir, I know your job is important, but there's a young boy who needs you to be with him, now. He's too scared to pull through this alone." She said as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Sir.. Please..?"
Roy allowed this to register through his mind before walking out of the office.
"Colonel Roy Mustang! What are you doing?" The Fuhrer called after him, walking out of the office as well. Roy turned to him and looked over at Briana and Al, watching them for a second or two before looking back at the Fuhrer.
"Fuhrer, the nurse is right. I have to go to him." Roy said softly, motioning the couple to follow him. Al and Briana nodded and walked on ahead, looking back.
"Sir?"
"Go ahead, Colonel. It's your decision. Do as you please." The Fuhrer said, smiling. "You're doing a very good job, Roy. I'm proud of you." He added. Roy allowed a small smile spread across his face and bowed to him.
"Thank you, sir. I'll take my leave now. Thank you." He said, walking after the two. The Fuhrer nodded and continued to smile sweetly after the three.
"Um, Colonel Mustang, sir?" Briana asked, staring at him through his small glasses.
"Yes, what is it, miss?" Roy answered, looking down at her.
"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry for causing such a thing." She said, blushing slightly.
Roy chortled. "No, I'm actually glad you did. If you didn't, I wouldn't have been able to leave!" He proclaimed, smiling. She smiled back and giggled slightly as the trio walked down to Room 3, where Edward's physical therapy would begin.
/End Story/
Omg! I feel as if I messed up SO badly on this one! But I promised Mafiababe223 that I wouldn't beat myself up! –puts fist down and grins- Eh heh heh..
Edward: Did I giggle! DID I GIGGLE! WHAT THE HELL.
Roy: Aw! It was so cute! Giggle again! Giggle again! –bounces up a down like a school girl-
Hughes: Yes! Giggle again! –bounces up a down like a school girl-
Edward: Absolutely not! It's a disgrace!
Al: Aw! But Onii-chan! You have to admit, it was cute! –pokes Edward's side-
Edward: -giggles but quickly covers his mouth-
Orenji, Roy, Hughes, and Al: -squeals- KAWAII!
Edward: Gah! No! I can't believe that! YOU SUCK!
Orenji: Oh! Also, Briana Carolynne… is ME! XD! Omg, I'm retarded. Lol. And no, Al and Briana aren't a couple! Carolynne isn't my last name, it's my middle name, but I like that better! But NO! I'm not in my 20s! I'm only 13 ½! I turn 14 one June 10, right after school ends! Yay! It's embarrassing to have birthdays at school! The teacher's all sing 'Happy Birthday' and they make a big deal about it. At least, that's just me! -
Roy: Yea, yea. Now stop talking and let me talk!
Orenji: No! I have to ask them if they thought it was good or not, and if they thought the Fuhrer was out of character!
Roy: I don't care! I want to tell them about the fanclubs on your user lookup!
Edward: No! I'm doing it!
Hughes: -pokes his side- No, me!
Edward: -giggles- Gah! Hughes!
Al: Can I do it!
Orenji: YOU CAN ALL DO IT!
FMA cast: You don't know how wrong that sounded.
Orenji: -blush- Oh, shut up!
Edward: Me first! Orenji Yoh-chan is holding fanclubs on her user lookup! If you want to join my fanclub, e-mail her and tell her, or say it on your reviews! Either way! Just make sure you're in mine! –gives a thumbs up-
Roy: Sure, whatever, Edward! Orenji Yoh-chan is holding a fanclub for me also! If you want to join my fanclub, e-mail her and tell her, or say it on your reviews! But I know you'll join mine… -flashes a smile-
Orenji: -faints-
Hughes: Look what you did! Orenji Yoh-chan is holding a fanclub for me, too! Don't forget! If you want to join my fanclub, e-mail her and tell her, or say it on your reviews! I don't have very many fanclubs, because I die! But if you join, you'll get to listen to the cute stories of Alysia! –holds out wallet-
Orenji: Join his! I LOVE YOU, HUGHES!
Al: Oh sure, you love him but not me! Orenji Yoh-chan is holding a fanclub for me! If you want to join my fanclub, e-mail her and tell her, or say it on your reviews! I don't have any fanclubs, so I deserve them more! –pouts-
Orenji: OH YES! I LOVE YOU, AL! I'M JOINING ALL OF YOU!
FMA cast: YES!
Orenji: DON'T FORGET TO JOIN! ARIGATOU!
Roy, Ed, Hughes, and Al: Read and review! Arigatou! –waves-
