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Chapter Two: An Eventful Day

Ed meowed, looking up at the girls.

'This is very...awkward...' Winry thought, smiling slightly. 'Ed as a cat? What the heck's going to happen next? And great. Just great. I'll have to complete that very complex operation again. Dammit, Ed, why do you always have to get into so much trouble? Now I have to attach the automail to each and every one of your nerves again!' She glared down at the cat, but her expression softened as the pitiful golden eyes looked back up at her. 'What's going to happen now that you're a neko, Edward?'

Ed's eyes became hooded as his heavy eyelids were drooping in on him. Purring involuntarily as he was curled in Winry's arms, he had found himself fast asleep, still weary from today's events.

The sun's red-tawny rays were painting the canvas that was the sky into hues of gold, dawn and periwinkle, the broken silver coin known as the moon starting to make her appearance in the sky. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye held open a door for Winry as the two women reached the main building. First, the two would head up to Hawkeye's office to drop Edward off, and then to the upper half of the building, the Pilgrim's Quarters, some call it. An array of rooms for State Alchemists' guests remained there.

They ran up two flights of stairs, passed two or three doors in the white-washed hallways tinted with crimson sunset. Straight to the left was Hawkeye's office. Entering, they walked past the bookcases and the paper-clattered desk, a small yip startling Winry.

Hawkeye bent down to pet her little dog, whom was wagging his tail energetically. He placed a paw on Winry's leg, curious as to who she was and what she was carrying. Sitting down on his haunches with his tail stirring up a whirlwind, Riza took Ed from Winry, gingerly, and placed him in the dog's bed, laying the bed on the desk. She turned to the black and white puppy, rubbing its ears gently. "Now you stay here, and don't bother the cat," she commanded, and the puppy ceased his tail wagging and tongue lolling, tilting his head. "Good dog," she murmured as she nodded to Winry and stood up. "Now follow me, and we'll get you a room for the night."

The puppy yipped happily once his owner had shut the door behind her and the other blonde-haired girl. Wagging his tail, his large brown eyes ventured towards the red furball lying in his bed on his master's desk. He leaped onto the Lieutenant's chair, scrambling and struggling a bit, then clambered onto the desk littered with squares of white paper.

As he approached the sleeping feline, papers drifting to the floor, alerting Ed. Golden eyes snapped open, and he sat up best he could with only two legs. His tail curled about him and his fur bristled as the dog approached.

"Hiya!" the young canine yapped happily, watching Ed's flickering tail. His paws lingered towards it. Ed pulled it back, hissing. He was in no mood to speak, glaring at the creature.

As the tail continued to flick, the pup could stand it no longer, following his urge to pounce on it and chew with his little fangs. He leaped, trying to catch the tail. With a frantic yowl, Ed bolted, leaping from the desk to the window sill, nearly losing his balance. As the yappy creature tried to follow him, he leaped from the open window to a window sill below, then another, and another, until he safely reached the ground and fled the building.

'Stupid dog,' he thought, growling, not noticing the blue-clad man in front of him. Tripping over the man's foot, he found himself flipping over and over, skidding to a stop on his tail. Wincing, he stood up, and looked behind him to see who the hell was getting in his way this time. However, when he looked back, he saw no one. Instead, the person was next to him, and picked him up by the loose fur around his neck.

A growl rumbling in his throat, golden eyes glowering at the man. He struggled, but he wrapped his arm around Ed's foreleg, and his hindleg wasn't causing any harm. He yowled angrily as the man walked back inside the HQ building.

"You're pretty damn small for a cat," he muttered evilly. Chestnut brown eyes that matched his hair looked down at him, smirking.

"Say that to my face!" he growled. The man chuckled as the cat hissed his comment, only hearing an array of hisses and growls.

"A feisty little beast, are ya? Well, that suits me just fine. I've been having a problem with rats in my office lately..." the man trailed off as he reached said office.

Ed grimaced, ears pinned back. 'Rats? Why rats? Why me?' he whimpered silently as the man placed him on the ground. With a kick in the tail, he sent the cat running. "I want you to kill them rats, cat. And I want you to do it now!" He threw a book Ed's way.

He dodged it best he could, sniffing the ground reluctantly. 'Wait till the day you meet me face to face, bastard. I'll teach you to call me small. I'm no microscopic runt. As for your books, well, we'll just have to do something with your office, officer. Just, I can't do anything right now...' His thoughts trails as a little mottled brown creature dashed in front of his. With a light bound, he leaped and stuck his paw on the creature's tail. Ed grabbed the squeaking rodent into his jaws gently, and took it back up to the officer.

He growled at Ed, taking the rat and opening the window, tossing it out. "See that, cat?" he inquired, grinning, cackling. "That'll be you if you don't get moving..."

He paused in mid sentence as the door of his office burst open, an angry Lieutenant's head poking through. Riza's brown eyes glared between cat and officer as she strolled in with Winry in tow.

"Ed!" the girl whispered as she ran and picked him up, glaring at the man.

"Hey, what d'ya think yer doin' with my cat?" he snarled, getting to his feet, sitting again as Hawkeye drew her arms. With the weapon pointing towards him, she inquired, "What are you doing with this cat?"

"I found 'im on the street," he whispered, intimidated. "I swear!"

"If I find you with another animal again, the Colonel will hear of it," she spat, taking Winry and Ed out of the room. As soon as they were out, Winry sighed, and slapped Ed between the ears. He yowled, his head buzzing, his ears pinned back and ringing. He twisted to glare at the girl. She handed him over to Hawkeye. "Tie him up, this time, if you do not mind, Miss Hawkeye," she muttered, promptly stomping away.

Hawkeye raised her eyebrow slightly, and then walked back to her office. This time, she had shut the windows, and tied both animals to opposite sides of the room. Ed curled up, falling back asleep to the nap that was rudely disturbed by a dog and a dog of the military. He snorted, curling his tail on his nose. The dog soon took a nap as well, bored with being tied up, as usual when in the master's office...

Ed twitched and growled, flipping around as something poked his shoulder. "Niisan?" He could hardly hear the voice as he tried to keep sleeping on. "Gerraway...dunwanna...five more minutes..." he hissed as the echoic voice entered his ears with another poke in the back.

Golden eyes blinked as he looked out the window the still night outside, pitch black but with slivers of silver moonlight. He growled as he sat up and turned around, only to find himself pulled into a hug, his body coming in contact with cold metal. He looked up questioningly, looking into glowing red eyes.

"Al!" he mewed in surprise. He didn't move, too exhausted, and minus two limbs made things difficult.

"Ed?" Al questioned, his voice holding shocked surprise and relief. He had found his older brother. He was not exactly what he'd say was 'all right', but he was alive, at least. He had that to be thankful for. "Ed, what happened?"

"Don't try, Alphonse," came a voice, Armstrong appearing behind the suit-of-armor-Elric. "We can't understand him, though I am quite sure Edward can understand us." Ed blinked. The he noticed Winry, Mustang, Hughes and Hawkeye in the room as well. Al got up, handing Ed to Winry.

"I guess you'll have to get on with the procedure," the young boy muttered, his voice full of relief to have his brother back.

"It'll be no easy task, I tell you," she sighed, glaring at Ed. "Why do you have to go and get yourself into so much trouble all the time?" she growled at the Elrics. Turning, she left the room to go to her own, where she had all of her tools and parts; she carried them with her everywhere. Everyone else was to wait in Hawkeye's office, until the two come back.

Winry entered the room she was using while her time was in Central.

"Well, Ed, I'm going to give you something to sedate you, okay? This will be more complicated, and doubly painful, since you're a cat..." She picked up a needle, and poked it into Ed's flank before he could mew a protest. Soon, he fell into the world of the unconscious once more.

Winry set immediately to work, working on the nerves first, then rebuilding those blasted limbs. Sure, the automail made by her and Grandma Pinako was the best, therefore it was easy. It was only a nuisance to have to replace Ed's automail limbs more often now than not. Unwrapping the bandages from Ed's body, she began the complex operation.

Ed woke at the very end of the procedure, wincing slightly as that all too familiar jolt of pain ran up his legs. He blinked as Winry wrapped him in a blanket and turned from the room, having cleaned up the blood and the machinery and hardware.

Within minutes, they were back to the office after the five hour procedure. All too anxious to sleep, the group greeted them into the door.

"Good as new!" Winry exclaimed, beaming, quite proud of her handiwork. Al looked at his older brother, kneeling.

"Well, Brother, I know one thing..."

Ed blinked lazily at him. 'What?' he thought quietly, purring.

"You really are small now, Niisan." He giggled, but not for long. Within seconds, the purring had ceased and Ed was on his brother's head, hissing up a storm.

"What! Small! I'm not small! You make it sound like it was my fault! I'm not a bean-sprout midget!" he snarled, claws scratching up his brother's armor. There were retractable claws built into his new automail, like his normal cat paws, which now left dents and scratches one his brother's silver hued metal.

"Get him offa me!" the boy struggled. The group stood by and laughed, watching the boys struggle around. Things seem to be going to be going back to normal. Sort of.

A/N: Here's chappie two. A little weird, and my plot hasn't wheedled its way into the fic yet, but that's all to come. I've actually planned up to chapter ten, so getting up to that point won't take long. So, here ya go. Hope ya enjoy the chappie. R&R!