Chapter sixty-three: Roy

"Oh, Hell…" Edward smiled. "And Roy just let you have her?"

"…No. Not exactly."

FLASHBACK

"Please, colonel! Please! She has no parents, and I just found her on the streets…"

"Coniniaue, does this mean you'll take in every helpless child you find? You're going to have to let some of them go."

"You don't understand…"

"I'm still not granting you custody of… Kiwi, is it?"

"I don't care. She doesn't have to be my daughter legally. I'm going to take care of her whether you like it or not."

"Are you talking back to me?" Roy asked, glancing up.

Coniniaue glared at him. "You know what? Yes. I'm talking back to you. And I'm willing to quit to do it!" She threw him her pocket watch and strode out, her head held high.

On her way out, she ran into King Bradley.

"SIR!" She saluted, almost dropping Kiwi. Kiwi, looking at her foster mother, did the same.

"Why, hello Coniniaue!" He bent down. "Who is this?"

"This is Kiwi. I found her on the streets and—pardon this—Colonel Roy Bastard won't let me keep her. So I quit and I'm keeping her anyway."

"You quit? Coniniaue, you are one of our best alchemists." King Bradley smiled. "Coniniaue, if this is what it takes, I'll grant you custody of Kiwi if you rejoin. Alright?"

"Eek! Thank you, sir!" She set Kiwi down. "Sir, would you be so kind as to accompany me to the colonel's office?"

"I would be delighted, Coniniaue."

Coniniaue turned and strode back into Roy's office.

"Yo. Roy, give me my watch."

"Hah, fat chance. After they way you spoke to me earlier, you'll be lucky to even get a job in Amestris…"

King Bradley entered the room, Kiwi trailing behind him.

"Sir!" Roy stood up and saluted. "Sir, on what occasion do I owe this visit…?"

"I want you to give Coniniaue here her watch back and grant her custody of Kiwi." King Bradley demanded.

"But sir…"

"If you want to keep your job…"

"Coniniaue, welcome back to the military."

END FLASHBACK

"Haha, good old Bradley." Edward smiled. "He was always one of the nicest people in the military. Hah, other than Armstrong. He broke my ribs every time he saw me."

"I know. You were assigned him to watch you? I got Hawkeye and Fury."

"No fair. You got better people than me!"

"Maybe I'm just BETTER THAN YOU!"

"Hah, fat chance!"