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Title: Only the Moon Will Know

Chapter: 2

Dreams. They are a peculiar thing, aren't they? They fade and change constantly: Minute by minute, hour by hour, night by night. His were the same. The same images, the same faces, and the same events. But tonight, there was an exception. Edward found that his dreams fled quickly. That night had been different. He could hear a comforting voice, and felt warm in the protective embrace. He could only see the shadow of the person, and wasn't able to make out who the person was. He didn't care anymore.

Usually, he went through the human transmutation again. Sometimes, he was an onlooker, watching as things went wrong. He wanted to scream at them to stop, that it wasn't worth it. It wasn't going to work. Other times, he would be himself, and he could feel the pain again. His arm was ripped and torn from him, and dragged behind the door. And seeing Al's body begin to deteriorate, he could feel his leg burning and tearing in his attempt to save his younger brother. Then, it ended in the same way. Every single one of the people he loved stood there and laughed in his face. Trisha Elric looked on above him and screamed at her eldest son, questioning him.

" Why did you do this to me, Edward?"

No reply.

"Why?"

He had to keep the tears away.

This massacre usually commenced but with each person he knew scolding him. Tonight was different. It all stopped before he had to be laughed at and mocked. He felt like a child again, and his pains lifted. For once, in his sleep, he felt safe.

Awaking to the silence of his room, he sighed. Those golden hues of his stared into the emptiness of the room and found that nothing was changed. Wait, there had been a change. His shoes were off and he was beneath his blanket. Perhaps he had for gotten doing such things? Edward sat up, and stretched both of his arms up over his head. Though, it didn't take long for him to fall back into his laying position. He truly had no motivation for getting up. All was quiet in the small place. And he figured with the slightest sound, Mustang would be there screaming.

" Don't want that…"

He muttered his thoughts aloud and buried his face into the side of his pillow. He breathed deeply, and he noticed something strange. It was a different smell, something he wasn't used to. But it was a good smell, more or less. It seemed similar to cinnamon, but there was something else to it. Smoke, perhaps? He wasn't sure. Was this what Roy smelled like?

He felt his cheeks sting and burn only slightly. He was…no. He wasn't blushing. At that thought he blinked and shook his head. Why the hell was he even thinking about such things? That was wrong. He didn't even mutually get along with the man, more or less to have ANY sort of relationship with him.

" Hmph. "

Ed had sat up, pulled his blanket off and swung his feet over the side of the bed. Standing, with his braid nearly falling out, he found himself wandering around the living space. Staying on the balls of his feet, he moved silently throughout the apartment-like place. He stopped in the living room and simply looked it over, and took in everything. He thought of the things he would be allowed to do, and others he would not. He did this with each room in the space, just to get the feel of what he was up against.

His stomach, during his little adventures, let out a fierce growl, signaling to the blonde that he indeed was hungry. With a sigh, he moved towards the kitchen area. Being a less cautious this time, he walked flat footed through the living area. Just as he was to step onto the tile of the kitchen floor, the wood floor behind him creaked and groaned under pressure. This startled the alchemist quite a bit.

He tried to move so that the creaking sound would fade, but this caused him to step on a door stopper which had been thrown askew from it's place. He tumbled forward and into the kitchen, making every feeble move he could to stop himself from colliding with something. But of course, he failed and into a cabinet door he went. He ricocheted to the floor, not too long after contact with the cabinets smooth wooden door. His heart was beating wildly, and it didn't seem to want to stop.

" That was too clo—"

When making the attempt to stand, his foot knocked the cabinet door completely loose. Several pots and pans fell and crashed to the floor. Edward did the best he could to stop them from falling, but as he tried to do so, he felt pressure near the back of his neck. Something was pulling his shirt in a backwards motion, away from the cabinet.

" Full Metal…if you intend on staying in these quarters, then I suggest you learn silence."

Oh lovely, he came face to face with the devil himself. Roy Mustang, fresh out of slumber—not good. Edward simply snorted and pulled himself from the Flame's grasp. Standing with arms crossed over his chest, he glared.

" Well, if you would've explained where everything was, I wouldn't have woken you up. Sir."

" Mind you, Full Metal, you were asleep when I returned."

Edward blinked, and soon followed Roy. Both of them seemed to have a revelation at that very moment. Coincidence?

" Did you do that? "

The blonde spoke first.

" Do what? "

Roy's words showed he was annoyed.

" You did, didn't you? "

The Flame Alchemist began to feel some panic within him. Had Ed found out? What would the short one do? What would he say? What accusations would he make?

" YOU SET ME UP YOU SNEAKY BASTARD! "

Well, this was a shock to the Colonel. Edward would be Edward. He shouldn't have worried over it so much.

" Oh yes. I wasted hours of my rest just to set it up so that you would trip and, by your own stupidity, make much commotion. Then, I would come in pretending to have been stirred by your noise? You have an overactive imagination, pip squeak. "

" WHAAAT! WHO'RE YOU CALLING PIP SQUEAK?"

The blonde alchemist lunged at Mustang, ready to kill. Of course, Roy would be cool and dodge the boy's full frontal attack. But, in spite of his 'brilliant idea', he was the one slipping upon a pot, and he fell forward, crashing into the other alchemist.

Awakening from their shock, they realized that they were indeed in quite the predicament. Roy found himself sprawled atop Ed, and Ed found himself smothered to death by the older man. Ed was just about to blow up, when sometime caught his attention. That smell. The sweet cinnamon smell. Well, minding the smoke, it was sweet enough. A blush rose to his face, and luckily for Roy, he was unable to see the matching one on the Flame's face.

"…Er…."

That was about the only sound that came from either of them. It didn't take more than 5 minutes for them to finally regain their senses and move away from each other. Both made some lousy excuse as to why they took so long to move. With that said and done, Full Metal and Flame parted, both heading to their respective rooms.

By the time Ed had finished changing into fresh clothes, and prepared himself physically for the day, Roy had since left for his duties. Heaving a sigh, Ed re-braided his hair as he walked down the corridor, heading to the library for his work. Stepping in, he noticed a pile of books already set out for him and papers screaming his name. Paper work, oh joy.

As hard as he tried to write about the Philosopher's stone, his mind always went back and replayed the morning in his mind. Each time, it set a new flame of red in his cheeks and caused him to grumble incoherent curses under his breath. No one was around to hear him, so it was all right. Shaking his head wildly he growled, and began his work. Once he had set his mind to doing it, he wrote down many things. His mind went back and he could remember some of the more recent trips he and Alphonse had taken. He wrote and wrote. The empty pages began to become less and less as time advanced. For now, he had forgotten the morning, and moved on.

T.B.C...