Sarah Lee, are you me?

One morning I found myself trying to open up your locker.

Of course, I couldn't darhlin'.

Chapter 2 I think… I like Tiramisu

It turned out Roy Mustang was a sole fan of Tiramisu. Why he ate the cheese cake, he wondered. He placed a hand over his bare stomach and slid back into bed.

He felt slightly sick and uneasy. Was it seriously because of the Cheesecake? No… it was something else. He ran a feverish hand over his forehead and through his flawless night hair. The brush made him shudder. He noticed that he had been flushing.

Roy laughed to himself. No, it couldn't be… not Fullmetal, anyway.

He grimaced as the single thought of the alchemist conjured specific scenes. Especially of that day he saw him in the hospital so battered up. He bet Winry still had that extra automail by her bed he asked her for. They really thought Ed was in a bad position.

But no. He managed to slip through the main shard of the . Just like that Chibi does… he who could always fit through those cracks! Not just figuratively, but… it seems literally too: explosions in Ishbal, flying poisonous shrapnel – they'll, they have missed the bloody most of him. Taisa rubbed his right ear irritably. Because… because if those bombs hadn't missed, he would have been dead now!

Roy sat up.

"Roy…" Al crept towards the colonel meekly. A little too timidly as if he were to ask something BIG

Roy raised a brow with a casual, cool air but stiffened immediately hearing the boy's next words.

"Taisa, about my brother…"

Roy sighed. "Yes, what is it?" He seemed a little more hesitant, fidgety… itchy? Al scratched his back. As Taisa scratched his own strangely sore back, Al continued.

"Well…"

"…"

"…"

"You see, I think my brother's been a little too uptight and all and so… how about a holiday? Off the military? Off everything? I mean… I know we can't leave this... hmm, err, quest, but… I'll take care of it. I think you can go with Edward somewhere nice to give him some off time for some time so that…

He felt the cold breeze singing passed him, then began to etch at his cheeks as doomed realisation that it is cold scalded him. He shut the window roughly, narrowing his eyebrows as if he really, really had a problem.

"Oh, I do have a problem!" He threw his hands in the air, clearly still talking to himself as he faced the window. With another huff, he decided he'd go back to the living room. Fullmetal wouldn't be awake would he? He didn't think so, anyway. Closing his door shut, Roy jumped as the biggest fright of his goddam beautiful turnout of life he would get… so far.

"E-Ed!"

The shorter blonde boy yawned, an arm stretched above him to equalise his height with the colonel. "Hyes, Taisa Bastardo?"

Roy swallowed and rolled his eyes, regaining his usual composure that could certainly work even if you were on a holiday, with one of your subordinates. He brushed passed him.

Edward rolled on despite the no-reply. "I didn't know you would be up this late." He fell into step next to the colonel as they made their way through the cheese cake battlefield and towards the fridge that could unveil a scrumptious more-than-one-piece Tiramisu.

Roy smiled softly. "I didn't know you would be either." Seeing that it was a little too soft, added. "But you know, someone as short as you shouldn't be up this late."

The other didn't move.

Roy took three extra steps and Ed fell behind. They both frowned but couldn't see each other's faces because one was looking away, and the other looking down. Edward's fists were tight into balls. He was about to blow. His head slowly tilted up to meet Roy, who had turned around, and boy was it read.

"C'mon, Tai – err Roy. Just to get him to relax. You have to. You have to!"

Roy almost choked on nothing at the memory. Swiftly, as if he'd been planning this all along, Roy briskly walked up towards the fridge and whisked out what seemed to be a mysterious, lime concoction. Pouring it into the most nearby glass, which so happened to be a wine glass, he handed it to Fullmetal.

Al's eyes glazed over tearfully. He looked down, blinked then glanced up. But it wasn't a crying face but a deathly glare that Taisa had to do it. With nothing to say, and hands patting the boy on the shoulder, Taisa had agreed.

"Alright… I'll."

"You'll take care."

"I'll take care of Ed."

"Here, Ed."

Edward opened his mouth. No, not to drink it… wine glass with green substance… sheesh… he's going to start screaming at… what the hell… two am in the mor–

Roy tipped the wine glass and the fresh green liquid slithered down Edward's throat. The drinker coughed and spluttered a few drops of what "VILE DISGUSTING THING THE COLONEL JUST GAVE ME" but they both knew a few odd remnants had made their way down…