Knowing More Than You Should
Summary: A loss of a dear friend brings many in deep regret. The ability to know what will come next fails when the remaining of the outsiders have successfully changed the events that would have traditionally happened; for better or for worse. It's every man for himself now, and all of the steaks are high. -This Fic May Contain Spoilers-
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Rating for this chapter: T for whatever reason I choose.
Episode: The current Episode(s) for this chapter are…somewhere between 35-40
Chapter 19
Selene spent the night in the holding room, Ed coming to see her first thing the next morning.
"Ed!" she said, looking quite overjoyed.
He had come alone and had a desperate frown on his face. "Did they prove you innocent?" was the first thing he asked. She slowly shook her head, putting her hands up on the bars on one side of the room.
"Honestly Ed, I don't know how my prints got on that gun. I might have been framed, but I know how the whole thing went down. I saw the entire death of Maes Hughes happen." she looked down with a depressed face, unable to explain why she knew.
"You once asked me how I knew so much…And I want to tell you. But not here." she continued.
Ed just stared, putting his hands up to the bars and taking hers. "It's alright. We'll get this straightened out and prove you innocent." he said, in a promising fashion. She smiled, raising her head again. His hands felt warm on her cold skin, even his automail through the glove was a comforting feeling.
"No. You can't wait around here for me. There's someone you and your brother need to talk to." Selene's voice got a little serious. "Head south, as you originally planned. Mustang's subordinates are down there, rounding up the rest of the Ishbalians to take them to the designated camps. There's man they have in holding there, he'll have answers for you about the Philosopher's Stone."
Ed's eyes widened a bit. The Stone, it had skipped his mind from the events going on. "Are you sure?" he asked, not really wanting to leave anyway, with Selene like this. "I'll be fine. You need to go." she assured, offering a warm smile.
"Right." He smiled back, still holding her hands through the metal. "Hey Selene…come closer to the bars."
Right there, Ed kissed Selene, through the holding bars of this military facility. The back of her mind thought 'Wow. What a funny place for a first kiss…' but the feeling was still satisfactory.
"Take care of yourself." he said after breaking away, and waved her a goodbye.
A couple hours later, Winry and Shezka had made the scene. They were wondering around in a paranoid way, looking both around before even talking to the red haired girl. "Psst, Selene…"
"It's only me here, you can stop being so protective." she retorted.
"Well, we know your innocent. We want to justify for you!" Winry stared. Shezka nodded. "Yeah, we've looked into what happened…and found some weird stuff."
"Let me guess…the Fuhrer's secretary is a suspicious being, and Ishbal massacre is involved, along with the Stone and so on…" Selene sighed, already knowing this information.
The two girls gave her a wide eyed look. "How'd you…"
"How did I know? Look, skip that; I need to get out of here!" Selene skipped, desperately gripping the bars in a pleading manner. "I know they'll put me in jail, for one thing or another!"
Winry calmed her down, she was getting into a panic mode. "Look, we have a plan! We're going to bust you out, and go back to Risembool."
Selene looked up. "Guys, you can't…" but her sentence was cut off. "Of course we can! And we will! By the end of this day if we need to!" Winry insisted. Shezka was sorta to the side, not agreeing but not disagreeing.
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Amy was led to some unknown destination by the two chimera…but in some back alleyway. The smell of sewer was strong, and it was getting hard to see from the lateness in the day. She couldn't help but wonder what these guys wanted, and if Kimblee had even found out she was gone.
Finally, the three of them stopped, and a woman appeared from the spooky mist in the alley. "We have her." Marta and Dorochet said in unison.
"Good…" replied a sly voice. Now stepping into the open, was none other than Lust. "Now all we need is those Elric boys to come, and the plan will be full proof." she added, her heels echoing through the space with each step.
Amy stood silent…what was their plan? What did they want with her and Ed? "Why have you brought me here?" she demanded. Lust just brought her nails out, stopping them directly in front of the girl's face.
"Envy's been looking for you…good thing he isn't here…" she threatened, Amy holding her breath. "You'll know why your needed soon enough. For now, just cooperate and nobody will get hurt."
A gulp was all she managed then, three pairs of malice glares staring at her.
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Selene was alone again, silence taking over her and the dimly lit room. She wondered if there were any others that were going to visit her. Or if the Fuhrer had made a decision on what to do with her.
Though to her surprise, another person had come to her company. And someone she didn't expect. Roy Mustang.
The raven haired man had a face of guilt, head low but still a ambitious look on his face. Both were silent at first, nobody addressing themselves.
"Is it…a nice day today?" Selene started with. Not as if she knew. She'd been in a cell all day. Roy remained silent. How could this girl possibly be connected to the murder of his friend?
"Yes. It is." he stated plainly. Finally he let it out, the silence getting unbearable. "How is there a possible way you can be connected to the case of Hughes?"
She looked at the floor with this. "It's not like I wanted this to happen. Personally, I think I was framed. I watched Hughes' entire death. All up until he died."
"Then who killed him?" Mustang snapped, loosing his temper. He gripped on the bars of the cell as to demand answers.
"…I'm not the one to tell you that." Selene said finally. "But if you must know, I have some advice for you. There's going to be a mission requested by Archer that's headed into Loire to supposedly keep the peace. I suggest you head there with your men."
At that Mustang calmed down, relaxing his shoulders. He had heard about that, and he was debating on whether he should go or not. But, how did she know? So many unanswered questions. He just nodded, bidding her a good day before leaving.
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Kimblee stepped into his hotel room, state jacket slung over his shoulder and an exhausting frown on his face. Kira had been scratching on the door when he opened it, she whimpering up at him.
He looked around, seeing the oddly empty room before him. Then he noticed the note left on the bed, he sitting himself down to read it. 'Gone out to clear my mind, will be back later today. -Amy'
Kira came to his lap, worried eyes and uneasy tail movements giving him a couple hints. Kimblee blinked, getting the canine's message, then giving her a few assuring pats on the head…without blowing her up. (To everyone's surprise…)
Yay! I'm so happy! I submitted the 18th chapter, and got back on the next day, and got more reviews than I expected! THANK YOU SO MUCH! So close to 40, please R&R! Aiming to 50.
ONE MORE THING: I noticed how many people were…surprised with Brandon's death in the story. Well, if you want to chat with him, his username on this website is DragonxrRider