Fuwah!

Alrighty, I will continue the story, still not getting as many reviews as I would have liked x.x but we can't have everything.

Well, this is actually my second attempt at writing the third chapter, as the original attemptseemed to make things to complicated for me, and I probably only wrote it at the time because I was craving sum RoyxEd at the time x.x but yeh, let's just stick to RoyxHughes fur now, may stick in some competition later on XD. (At some point I may finish the other attempted chapter and stick it on here as a drabble.)

-stabs ffn- Gah, it keeps logging me out when I leave even tho I check for it to keep me logged on for three days. X.x

Well, once again I am dedicating this chapter to NubianQueen413, who died twice when I said I might discontinue the story. Come bak to life! –cough- Thanks for your dedicated review-ness!

Sorry I didn't get this chapter out sooner, I was waiting for reviews and I've been busy, and band camp is next week, so I'll be gone for a week (Sunday thru Friday) so this will be the last update for a while T.T And now my comp is freaking out and spewing a bunch of popups even though I have a popup blocker. –much stabiness-

Much huggles for the peoples, and here's chapter three.

Chapter 3: Meeting

Roy stared at the ceiling for a while after Hughes left. From the window he could hear the sound of Ed and Al yelling, apparently Hughes was chasing them with the huge water gun he had bought the other day. The wind blew through the trees outside like soft waves, and a variety of birds could be heard singing merrily to the skies. The ache in his head was a distant throbbing now. He turned his head away from the window and tentatively pushed himself upwards off the bed. Only a small twinge of pain answered his movements, and he pushed himself up into a slouched sitting position.

Out of habit he reached for the bedside table to get his eyepatch, forgetting that it had been ruined and he would have to get a spare one from his dresser. Instead his hand landed on something that crinkled when his hand landed on it. He blinked and turned to see what it was.

His hand was resting on the envelope addressed to him, and by the thickness of it it seemed the letter had been refolded and placed back inside. Very slowly, he folded his fingers around the edge of the paper and lifted it into his lap, where he gazed silently at it, biting his lip. Still slowly he lifted the flap on the envelope and pulled out the paper within, delicately unfolding it to reveal that handwriting full of memories.

To First King Fuhrer Mustang:

I am sure that you are aware of the recent incident at the Hughes home. There were no known witnesses. The evidence points towards the damage being caused by Gracia Hughes due to her mental condition. However, there were many strange objects and alchemic arrays located in the basement.

I would like to arrange to meet with you to discuss what is to be done. Also, there was a certain item found that I would like to ask you about. I hope to see you in two days at 6:00 pm in my office in Central Headquarters. If you do not know where it is the receptionist can direct you there. If you would rather meet me at another time, please notify the receptionist.

Sincerely,

Candice K. Mustang, Head of the Central Investigations Bureau

Her signature was scrawled at the very bottom below her title. Her title that made no sense whatsoever. Head of C.I.B.? How was that possible? Could his sister have really been alive this entire time in the military, right under his nose? He shuddered.

He glanced at the calendar on his wall and blinked in surprise. Apparently he had been unconscious for much more than twenty-four hours. Today was the day she wanted to meet him. He switched his gaze onto the clock, which told him it was now five o'clock. He had an hour.

He had been too absorbed in his thoughts to notice footsteps closing in on the room, and jumped considerably when Hughes with water gun in hand burst in the door...no, he had gone right through it again. He heard a loud thump on the outside of the still closed door, followed by a string of curses. Hughes had a childish grin plastered on his face and was laughing uncontrollably at the door, which then burst open to admit a soaking wet Edward Elric, followed closely by Alphonse, who was just as soaked. Both were breathing heavily from running around.

"DAMN YOU HUGHES! Wait 'til I get my hand on you-"

"But I don't like to wait!"

You could almost hear Ed's teeth grinding.

"That's it, you're dead!"

Ed leaped at Hughes, with a flash of light went right through him, and slammed into the side or Roy's bed instead.

"Ugh..."

"Are you alright nii-san?

"He'll be fine, he's too small to get hurt from that-"

Hughes blinked in surprise as the water gun was wrenched from his grip by Al, who then pointed it at its previous owner. Al grinned at the stunned look on Hughes' face. Ed had managed to stand back up and had joined Maes in staring stupidly at Al.

"It's my turn now!"

He shot a jet of water at Hughes, which hit him squarely in the face. He fell over backwards, gurgling. Ed laughed and stepped towards his brother.

"Way to go Al! Didn't expect that! Uh, Al? What are you doing? Hey wait, we're on the same side right? No, don't- ARGH!"

Now Al was the one laughing uncontrollably at the two wet figures lying on the floor. Al turned towards the bed and finally noticed that Roy was awake, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open rather dumbly. He shook his head and grinned at Al. Al smiled and walked over to him, dropping the water gun on the floor.

"Hey, Roy, are you alright now? Oh, that..."

Al looked nervously at the letter in Roy's hands.

"We didn't read it yet, we thought you should see it first."

"Oh... thank you..."

By that time Hughes had stood and walked up to the bed to look over Roy's shoulder at the letter. His brows drew together in slight confusion, but he looked at Roy before saying anything, as if to make sure he wouldn't have a relapse of the other day.

"Head of C.I.B.?"

Roy nodded.

"I'm not sure what this is all about, but I'm going to go find out. I want to be at Central headquarters within the hour."

Hughes only began to look more concerned.

"Are you sure you don't want to reschedule?"

"Do you really think I'm going to sit in bed doing nothing when there is a country to run?"

Hughes grinned.

"I guess not."

Roy quickly hid the letter under the sheets as Ed shot at Hughes from behind with the water gun.

After a few more sneak attacks, one hitting Roy in the face (after which Ed had to cut off an inch of singed hair), they all were finally dressed and walking up the steps at Central H.Q.

After speaking to the receptionist, who pointed towards a long hallway, they were soon all gathered in front of a door labeled Candice K. Mustang. A few long seconds passed before Roy raised a gloved hand to turn the doorknob and slowly open the door.

Roy stepped in first. The first thing he saw was a desk with another name label (C.K. Mustang), with a woman sitting behind it. She stood up, and Roy started and gaped at her. Hughes, Ed, and Al had walked in behind him, and they were all staring as well, their mouths open in surprise. The woman stepped around her desk and walked straight up to Roy, saluting.

"I've been expecting you, sir. I'm glad you could make it."

She was Ishballan.

End Chapter Three

Sorry it's short, I wanted to be sure I finished it before band camp, andI ended up having to write it all in one sitting x.x. But now I have you all on a cliffhanger! MWAHAHAHAA! –cough-

Review time!

Bakuras-Hell: Thanks! See, I wrote more! –cackles insanely-

Thatz of the Dragon knights: Arigato! Yay, I made someone laugh for more than two seconds! –happy dance- Good luck with your new fic, it's really good (and funny!)

NubianQueen413: O.o Oh no I killed someone twice! I'm a murderer! But then again, who says I haven't killed before? –more insane cackling- Come bak to life? Please? o.o

Where are you Duet and Mauzkateer? I feel unloved! -sniff- Oh well, I'm sure yu guys have you reasons.

'Til next time! If I don't die at band camp first x.x

Please review? Much luv and cookies to those who do! And...uuh...less luv for those who don't. And no cookies.