Hello once again! Another random chapter done where people get to see the full force of Ed's fury. And yes, being sick sucks, I don't know why but I seem to be obsessed with writing about it, I'm very sorry, though to be honest I don't go into huge detail by saying things like what colour the chunks are or that bitter burning feeling you get in your throat.

I'm sorry! Ignore me! Read the story and review! More coming soon and thank you for the lovely reviews!

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Al was pacing nervously outside their on suit bathroom waiting for Ed to come out. He'd finished being sick a while ago but there was no way he was going to step foot in the bathroom. He'd stuck his head in as soon as he'd caught up with Ed, then he saw…it.

Vomit.

Everywhere.

Ed was cursing between each time he puked down the toilet oblivious to Al's shock.

There was sick everywhere. The floor, the bath tub, the shower cubical. The walls. How the hell did someone that short manage to get vomit that far up the wall?

Silently Al had withdrawn from the bathroom.

Shortly the sounds of swearing and retching stopped to be replaced by the crackling and hissing of the shower being turned on.

Then the swearing started up again…

"What the fuck...how the hell...ow ow ow! Crap! My eye!...the walls! How did it get on the walls!" was a selection of the profanities and exclamations seeping through the walls.

A lieutenant passing by their rooms had grown very worried from the snatches heard from within and was considering kicking in the door with his gun drawn…then he'd recognised what room it was.

This was Fullmetal's room that he shared with his brother. He speedily continued on his way. No one who knew of Fullmetal was foolish enough to try and upset him; well at least they didn't if they still desired to live.

"Err…what are you doing niichan?" Al asked scared. He hadn't had the nerve to tell Ed that he'd been the one who'd put the carton of milk on his tray. Really it was pretty obvious but currently Ed was too distracted to think that sensibly.

"AH THE HELL WITH IT!" Ed shouted suddenly, the bathroom door flying open. "I GIVE UP!"

In the door way stood a very angry and very wet Ed.

"What were you doing niichan..? Why are you soaked?" Al said cautiously.

"I was trying to clear up the sick!" he said angrily, scowling as he shook his hair out of his face.

"With what?" Al was dreading the answer, he had a feeling that he already knew…

"I was washing it off with the shower. I mean, THE WALLS! HOW THE HELL!" Ed raged as he stormed across the room. Spinning suddenly he was in front of Al, pulling him down with his one arm so he was right in his face. His eyes were lit with an insane anger, a manic gleam, a crazed fury. If this had been anyone other then Al in this situation they would already be fleeing even though Ed couldn't do any alchemy and was without his infamous auto-mail arm.

Al waved his hands frantically to protest his innocence.

"No niichan! Don't kill me!" Al cried.

Ed's eyes narrowed.

"What?" he said slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Did you put the milk on my tray?"

Slowly Al reached up and removed Ed's hand from the armour. The front door was still ajar…good.

"YES, I'MSORRYNIICHAN!" Al cried frantically before sprinting from the room.

"AAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" Ed screamed.

Their bedroom door cracked with the force it hit the wall with from being thrown open as Ed tore through it.

"GET BACK HERE!" Ed shouted as he flew from his room on his brother's heels.

"NO NIICHAN!" Al cried terrified over his shoulder.

It was a shock for people to see a huge piece of armour running screaming and crying down the corridor at them, they couldn't believe it when they saw it was a short blond boy who seemed to be boiling over with rage chasing him. How could that little boy scare someone like that?

"I'M GUNNA GET YOU AL! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME!" the boy screamed. He was completely spazzing out. There was actually spit on his chin from his fury after screaming.

Everyone they passed backed away fearfully.

Ah, now they knew why he was running from the short blond…

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"I saw you took my advice about Ed then Roy." Hughes said as he walked with him from having finished dinner.

"Yeah?" Roy laughed

"I saw that look you gave him that's usually saved for when you're with a girl." Hughes smiled.

"I'll admit that I was surprised when Fullmetal addressed me as sir before actually running from my office." Roy said seriously but there was a slight smirk tweaking the corner of his mouth.

Roy had just opened his mouth when he stopped.

"Noo Niichan!"

Roy and Maes looked at each other.

"Was that Al's voice?" Hughes questioned.

Before Roy could respond Al came shooting round the corner in front of them, his arms waving crazily in the air, wailing as he ran.

"Colonel! Lieutenant! RUN!"

With that he shot between them. Utterly confused they stared at each other.

Then they heard it.

"I'LL GET YOU! THERE'S NO WHERE YOU CAN RUN!"

Ed skidded around the corner just as Al had done.

He was red in the face with his hair flapping around him wildly where some had fallen out of the braid. His clothes were soaking and messy. His eyes were wild and filled with murderous intent.

Silently Roy and Hughes pressed themselves to opposite sides of the corridor.

I am not going to calm that down Roy thought worriedly.

Ed's eyes didn't even see them. He shot past them at lightning speed snarling and growling.

They were silent for a long moment.

"Well, it's never boring with those two around." Hughes laughed but it was verging more towards slightly nervous laughter.

"It's a lot less dangerous without them though." Roy muttered.

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The sun was setting in a display of gold and orange light revealing a certain two alchemists running in circles around the military building.

"Niichan?" Al said over his shoulder as he ran.

"Grr."

"Niichan?" he called again.

This time there was no response but he could still hear his brother's laboured breath and the rhythmic pattern of his footsteps.

"You can't chase me forever niichan. You're tired and recovering. You got out of hospital this morning! You've been sick twice!" Al called.

"I was sick more then twice because of you!" Came the angry response.

The sounds of the footsteps were starting to falter.

At last! It must have been hours Ed had been chasing him. Note to self: never give Ed milk in a joke ever again. Ever.

Finally Ed's footsteps came to a stop. Al stopped and faced his brother. He was panting heavily, the front shorter pieces of his hair limp with sweat.

"Let's go back niichan, it'll be dark soon." Al whined. Unlike his brother he wasn't hungry, tired or fatigued in anyway. The only blessing of his sin, but even being able to feel such suffering would be better then feeling nothing. He wouldn't deny it wasn't useful at times though…like running away from his furious brother who was after his blood, so to speak.

Silently Ed allowed himself to be half carried, half dragged back to their room, much to the disappointment of the crowd that had gathered in the windows of the headquarters.

Without much difficulty he dragged Ed back to his bed where he laid him out on top of the bed still fully clothed.

Whilst his brother slept Al ventured once again into the bathroom of doom.

Sneaking off into some dark recess of the building Al returned with a pair of rubber gloves and a bucket of cleaning chemicals.

"Once again I'm the one left to clear up brother's mess." Al sighed sadly. "Oh well, let's get to work!"

With scary enthusianism Al began to scrub the walls, floors, bath, shower and toilet. He was just about done as the sky began to grow light.

"Yay for sparkly cleanness!"

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Sorry about the fixation on vomit (it's a great word tho ;p) I'll try not to mention it again!