Soaring
Ch.15: Come Get Me Part.3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything FMA, the godly Hiromu Arakawa does.
Summary: When Winry kills Scar, she joins the military to be an auto-mail mechanic, But when Ed and Winry go on their first mission in Ishbahal Winry is determined to kill the person who shot her parents.
Pairings: EdxWin
Winry: 15
Ed: 15
Alphonse: 14
Note: Look Down. I am working to make every chapter longer and better. So it might take a little more time. I'll try to work on one everyday!
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" So, Isaac. How long have you been doing this rant?" Ed coughed. Sitting on a couch with a coffee table in front of them. Inside the tent was much nicer than it was outside. There was a small desk lamp at where Alisha was working at. Isaac was sipping coffee on a rocking chair.
" For about three months now," Isaac answered. Ed rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.
" Where are you from Winry?" Alisha asked.
' Oh right.' Ed thought. ' I named myself Winry.'
" Well, I'm from- away here. I from. I'm from the east." Ed finally said.
" I see. What about you Owen?"
" I'm from central." Al said calmly. Isaac nodded as he rocked back and forth.
----With Winry-----
She was sitting on the floor, ignoring the other bed beside her. She kept blaming herself that killing Colonel Mustang was one of the biggest mistakes she has ever done. She was paying for that mistake and who knew how long it would take for it to heal. She could only hope that Ed would come after her.
' When will he come?' Winry thought. ' I have to find a way to get him over here...'
Winry stood up as she looked at her surroundings. She grabbed a lonesome rock and held it tight in her fist. Winry slammed it back down. " This may never end...'
" Fuhrer, we should call the Elric brothers and tell them about the Colonel's death." Riza stated standing in front of him. He rubbed his chin, " I suppose they should come to his funeral."
" And their friend is locked away. I'm sure they would be worried about her."
" Let's tell them about the Colonel. But not about their friend..."
" But sir-"
" No questions. Just call the Elric boys." He said turning his chair to grab a book from a shelf. Riza Hawkeye silenced, and walked out. She reached for a nearby phone and dialed the number to the nearest military HQ in Lior.
" Is Edward Elric there. This is Lieutenant Hawkeye."
" Please hold for a moment." silence
" Hello?"
" Edward, I have something to tell you."
" Don't tell me I have another mission! I tell you that damn Colonel..."
" The Colonel didn't say anything. Because he is not here anymore."
" What?" Ed tangled his fingers in the wires.
" He passed away. I'm here to ask you to come to the Funeral." Ed gulped, he didn't mean to make that smart ass comment about the Colonel the moment before.
" O-okay. I'm coming." They hung up. Ed stood up and turned his attention to Al.
" We have to go," " What? Why?" Isaac smirked and grabbed Ed's phone and placed it on the reciever.
" I'm sure it must be an emergency. Come again later." Al was confused but followed his brother anyway...
" The-the Colonel is dead!"
" Yeah. We've been invited to his funeral." Al didn't talk anymore. It sure wasn't fun to talk about death.
--------Prepare--------
Lieutenant Breda searched through files as Falman read one of his own.
" When should we do it?" (A/N: That sounds so wrong.) " I'm not sure. Probably sometime this week?" Breda shrugged. He grabbed out a pen and a plain document and started to scribble things down.
Mustang's Funeral
Wednesday October 25th. 6:00 P.M
Where: Orchids Cemetery
Breda tapped his chin with his pen and handed it to Falman.
" How's this?" Falman skimmed the page and folded it into his right pocket.
" I'll give it to the Fuhrer and see what he thinks." Breda nodded.
Breda came back to the office with the paper still in his hands. He looked pretty saticfied.
" It will work. The funeral will be held this Wednesday." Breda placed the paper on his desk and struggled on who else to bring.
" Does Roy have a family?" Falman asked. Breda shrugged, " I'm not sure, he never told us anything about them. I think they're dead."
" Well one less thing to worry about…" They ruffled through some more papers and called the funeral to get the burial for Mustang ready. Really, there is no energy in this kind of stuff.
" I wonder how he got himself killed." Ed asked.
" I don't know. Do you think it was the Homunculus?" Ed nodded. " Big chance."
Edward placed his luggage in the top compartment and sat down. He had his usual clothes on, red jacket, black T- shirt, etc. He sighed and sinked down into his chair.
" I wish I did something nick before we left." Al sighed.