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Hohenheim knocked onto the door.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Yes." The boys voice grunted.

"Edward. We need to talk. And I mean a serious-"

Ed jumped off his bed and backed away. "I told you old man, NO WAY!" he yelled furiously.

Hohenheim sighed. "Actually I just meant to talk about that letter you brought home today."

Silence filled the air.

"Oh." Ed calmed down eventually and sat on his chair. His dad went to sit on Al's bed.

"Apparently, whatever accoured today occurs more often." He began once again folding his hands in front of him.

"I know…" Ed said looking away. "But it's actually the others picking fights, mostly on Al and obviously I protect him."

"Oh, so it's about Al." Hohenheim looked up. "That changes the picture a little. But wont change the fact you are behaving obstreperous lately."

"Dad…which 15-year-old is not acting that way?" Ed asked smirking a little.

"I…" he dropped his hands standing up. "I…."

"I give up." A sigh escaped his lips and he left the room. He turned round again and looked into the door. "Being 15 is no justfification for…." Ed slammed the door shut.

"…for acting obstreperous." He continued standing in front of the shut door. Hohenheim couldn't believe it, his own son just threw him out of the room, his own son.

"No actually, old man, you can't believe you let him throw you out." Once again he frowned.

"Oh euhm, Mr Elric?" Hohenheim's head spun around aiming for the direction the voice had come from.

"Yes?"

"Could you please bring me home?" she asked politely as ever and smiled.

"Oh of course." He rubbed the back of his head and led her to his car.

Meanwhile Al had arrived home too and helped Trisha prepare lunch.

The door slam shut again and Hohenheim brushed off his coat. He looked worn out and a little frustrated.

"Everything ok darling?" Trisha cheered and started serving lunch. "Edward!" she yelled up the staircase.

"Y-yes." Hohenheim retorted thudding into the chair.

Edward came down the stairs and sat next to Alphonse. Noone spoke a lot while they were sitting at the table. 3 pm neared and Hohenheim packed his things and his two sons and got ready to leave. He swung his coat over his shoulders and kissed his wife good bye.

Edward looked away protestignly.

Finally they reached their school. Ed sighed and grunted "NowI even have to get back here when classes are already over."

"Just shut up and move." Hohenheim said coldly and shut the door behind his son.

"Say brother. I still don't understand what you meant earlier, when you asked me wheter my crotch might be bothering me." Al asked curiously.

"Just cut it out, yeah!" Ed yelled playfully punching his side and running off to the building.

Al rubbed his arm. Their father just laughed. "I'll tell you about that later. We'd better not let the teacher wait."

They waited inside. Chairs were rowed on the window's side for the parents to sit on. There were already a lot waiting. As the took a few steps towards the middle of the room someone waved and called "Mr. Elric! I'm here."

They turned around to where the voice had come from just to find Amanda waving at them and pointing at a few empty seats next to her.

"Oh Thank you Amanda, but you didn't need to." Hohenheim smiled rubbing the back of his head.

"Ah it's ok. That's the least I could have done after what you did for me." She smiled at Hohenheim in a weird way. Almost as if she was trying to flirt. Ed pushed those thoughts away and concentrated ona couple of girls talking about the latest make-up it seemed. At least they squealed after every third word they said and gestured with their hands in their face.

Time did not want to pass and after an hour everyone grew impatient. Suddenly a filthy dressed young looking woman came out of one of the doors and announced that Prof. Parkins had an accident on her way here.

The parents grunted in annoyance and got ready to leave.

"Oh hey." Amanda grabbed his arm. "What if we still go for some coffee?" she smiled and did not let go of his arm. Therefore, he had no other chance than agreeing to the offer and drinking some coffee with the brunette woman. In order to seduce him some more she twirled one of her locks around her finger looking into his eyes. Hohenheim was starteled and agreed.

"Dad you are a loser." Ed grunted, hands crossed in front of him, as they got back into the car heading for the café Amanda suggested.

Ed and Al had a separate desk from the adults.

"So, you still did not tell me your last name I just realized. May I ask what it is?" Hohenheim asked stirring in his coffee.

"Oh it's Huber. I'm from Germany originally." She smiled once again fondling on her skirt.

"Oh really? I have just returned from some alchemy research from Germany." He took a sip from his coffee and placed the cup back on the plate.

"Alchemy, interesting." She nodded and eyed him closely.

"Well we'd better not leave your wife waiting any longer." She grinned and reached for her coat.

"I'd be glad if we could meet again sometime for a coffee or two. I have some poor knowledge about alchemy too." She explained and left some money on the table for the waitress.

"Of course. Here I'll give you our phone number." He reached into the inside of his coat and pulled out a little card.

"Alright." She cheered and left to the other direction.

Hohenheim went to pick his sons up and left for the car.

"So so…Had fun flirting with te lady?" Ed smirked at his dad.

"I did not flirt Edward. There's a difference. Adults don't necessarily need to be flirting of they meet up for a chat. Unlike your age groups it seems to me."

"Yeah, sure." Edward chuckeled and looked out of the window.

It was already close to getting dark when they finally pulled up to their house.

Surprisingly there were no lights on. "Your mother must be watching some horror movies. No way she could sleep yet."

He locked the car and made his way to the entrance door his sons following him.

"Hey Dad." Al had kneeled onto the porch. "See this?"

His dad lit a lamp standing nearby and held it up to Alphonse to see what he was looking at.

"Bloodstains?" he asked. "Hah. The cats must have been fighting here again. Don't worry."

A scream came from inside of the house. Hohenheim rushed inside just to find his son kneeling on the floor in shock.

"What the ?" he yelled.

Blood was spilled on the floor to their left where it led to the kitchen. Imprints of a hand clinging onto the floor were visible. It looked as though someone was dragged away on the floor. A few hand prints were on the wall to their left. Hohenheim moved his hand over the prints. "No doubt. Those are your mother's prints."

"I'll go get the police!" Alphonse yelled and sped up from the floor.

"No!" his father held him back grabbing his arm tightly. "No police."

"But why?" Al asked tears running down his red cheeks.

"The police will only make it worse." He said calm and quiet. "If I'm not mistaken it might have to do with my journey."

Ed's eyes grew wide.

"Men, we will need to do some research without anyone finding out. Of those that capture your mother find out, it will not only be her that they kill."

"How can you just wait so patiently?" Edward yelled and clenched his fists.

"Because I know who they are."