A/N- Everyone will be happy to know that this chapter is just that much longer than those other chapters! I felt like giving it a little extra, because you guys deserve it. I love my reviewers! You guys rock! (Hugs) BTW I'm working on some fanart of Christa if anyone wants to see what she looks like. I'll alert you when I'm done, which should be soon.

Disclaimer- I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters.

Chapter 7- Dead of the Night

Roy stared at the chibi alchemist shoving food into his face across the table from him. He acted as though he hadn't eaten in months or something. But come on, Roy fed him, despite the horrible cooking. He mostly enjoyed burning the food. Figures. "Edward, hurry up." Roy took his pocket watch out and opened it, pointing out the time to Ed. It was already seven fifteen. Great.

"I'm eating! She can wait!" Roy extended one finger into the air and shook it at him.

"Now now, Fullmetal, that's not how we treat ladies. It's no wonder you've never gotten yourself a girlfriend. You're extremely rude." Seeing the glare he got back, Roy determined it was about time to change the subject. He did, but it didn't change much. "You know, it's a good thing that girl is so short, or you'd have quite a problem on your hands..."

"Don't call me short!" It was true however, that Christa was a little shorter than Ed. She came about to his eyes. He appreciated this more than Roy could ever know, but still, there was something weird about her.

"Uhm, Ed..."

"What!" Roy pointed behind him to the short blonde standing there, with the hugest smile plastered to her face that you will ever see. "Oh, hello there..." Ed set his fork down and stood up, trying his hardest to pretend he was actually finished eating. It might be the last time he tasted food for a week. "So you're ready to go?" She nodded. "And... Where would you like to go?"

"A walk would be nice!" Christa was very hyper energetic. Ed was plain tired.

"Well, alright then." As soon as though two had walked out the door, Roy stood up, and followed. He could only hope Ed knew what he was doing, and he could only pray that he'd chosen someone Ed would get along with. Obviously she couldn't make fun of his height. That was a definate plus, and then some.

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"So, tell me something about yourself. The only thing I know is that you're a very famous alchemist." Ed hated to admit it, seriously hated it, but there was just that element of cuteness around Christa. A short, blonde girl with a face he recognized from somewhere. He just couldn't place it.

"Well uh... I hate milk." She giggled a little.

"Oh really? So do I." Ed couldn't help but give her a smile as they walked in the road towards whatever destination they were headed for.

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It was ten at night by the time Edward finally got back to Roy's, having to walk Christa all the way back to her house, which was halfway across town. Damn that girl was tiring... Roy took notice to Ed's exhausted aura.

"So Fullmetal, quite a work out, isn't it?"

"And that's why you're not straight?" Roy's pupils dialated as Ed smirked at him, headed for the stairs. "I still get to tell everyone you're gay, you know. You didn't ask her or Riza out."

"Ed, wait..."

"Night, Colonel. And by the way, I had a wonderful time with that girl." Where the hell did the torment stop!

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The room was pitch black, and had a deathly appearence that night. Ed sat in the bathroom, dragging a razor across his wrist, thinking about how much he hated where he was in life right now, how much he hated that jackass colonel for hooking him up with a girl that he didn't want to be with, despite the cute nature. There was something up with her, but Ed still couldn't place it.

He shivered a little when he held the cloth to his now throbbing wrist, watching it turn from a solid white to a deep crimson color. Ed was almost positive he'd cut too deeply when the blood overran the cloth, but he decided even if he did bleed to death, it wouldn't matter. No one could care.

So he crawled into bed, a look of deprivation upon his face. Not deprivation of food, mind you, or comfort for that matter, as the bed was pretty comfortable. It was more along the lines of deprivation of a decent social life. Ed didn't know what he wanted, and aside from that, he deserved to die. What happened in Liore was nothing to sneer at, and he still couldn't stop having those nightmares...

Later, once Roy was absolutely certain Ed had fallen asleep, he snuck in, wanting to check something for himself.

He'd of course, by this time, noticed a bloody cloth shoved into the drawer of the bathroom when he tried to clean up, and when he snapped the light switch on tonight, he was sure he'd never forget the puddle of blood he saw laying on the floor, a bit of it staining the yellow rug situated there. A knife was shoved into the medicine cabinet, probably in hopes no one would find it there. It was Roy's house. What could Ed have been thinking?

There was only one thing left to do, and this included some research. Some research that was extremely hard to do, mind you, especially when you need to lift the covers off of Edward Elric, who had just recently become the lightest sleeper in history.

He snuck over to the bed, being ever so careful not to trip over anything on the floor. Not that there really should've been much there, but Ed was a messy person lately, and his clothes and some papers were thrown all over the place. There was a path made from the door to one side of the bed, and that was about it. Roy examined the sleeping chibi carefully, before finding a place where the covers were not quite as tightly pressed up against the boy's body as they were in other places. Taking a large leap of faith, he pulled.

Sure enough, the covers slid off, and Ed rolled over. Roy just about fell backwards, wondering if he was awake or not. He relaxed when he noted Ed snuggling closer to the pillow, hugging it, and mumbling something about toothpaste. Why toothpaste?

He reached forward, near where the long sleeved shirt of Edward Elric rested, and pulled only slightly on it. What resulted was not good.

Ed's eyes snapped open, feeling a tugging pain at his slashed wrist. And even worse, he saw Roy staring right back at him. Definately not good. "What the hell are you doing! You really are gay, aren't you! And... You hugged me! Oh God!" Edward went on a rampage about Roy's personal choices, and didn't get far when Roy grabbed him the the left wrist and pulled, hard, yanking him out of the bed.

Ed yelped in pain.

He tried to pull his wrist away, but couldn't. The grip Roy had was much too strong.

A throbbing pain went through his mind when the Colonel lifted the sleeve, and stepped backwards in a sudden rush. He'd seen it.

Not only that, but Ed also went backwards, towards the bed, terrified. His pupils enlarged, tears gathered near his eyes.

He tried his hardest not to cry as Roy decided on what words to say.

"Ed... Edward... What the... What the hell is that!" Ed didn't answer him, but instead cowered , ducking his head down so as not to be seen. A few sniffles escaped him. He wouldn't be able to run with this anymore... They'd force the truth out of him. "Edward, answer me! What is that on your wrist!" If Ed hadn't been crying before, he definately was now. "Ed?"

"I... I'm sorry!" He tried to get all the words out. "I couldn't help it! You don't know what... What happened!" No, Roy definately didn't know what happened, but he did have a good idea that it hadn't been a very glorious moment for the Elric.

"You cut yourself." Ed nodded, afraid to make any other movements or say anything else.

"You're gonna throw me in the psycho ward, aren't you!" Ed practically wailed. All this time, after the incident in Liore, that had been his worst fear. Getting thrown in the psycho ward. A place where people usually didn't make it out sane, much less make it out at all.

Before Roy said anything else, he had Ed in another tight embrace, unknowing of where to go from here.

A/N- Longer? Better? Dramatic? Good. Reviews, please.