Hohenheim paced through the kitchen, hands on his forehead. "No…if they got Alphonse." He hesitated looking at Edward sternly. "Then Trisha might not be alive anymore."

Edward looked as his father as though he was not quiet sure wheter to believe his old man. "Are you sure?" he inquired. Edward sounded a little too placid for hearing that his mother might be dead.

Hohenheim stopped and grabbed his son's shoulders and pulled him close. "I know it's hard to believe, but we'd better be prepared for the worst. Patting Ed's back he started sobbing.

Edward's stomach squirmed.

Suddenly Hohenheim pulled away and ran upstairs. Edward followed.

He watched his father roam through Alphonse's things throwing clothing on the floor and causing piles of books to fall to the ground. "Dad." Edward interjected trying to calm his father.

"I know Edward, I know we need tofind him quickly." Hohenheim panted throwing more and more things to the floor.

"No Dad, you…" he paused and swallowed. "You don't understand."

"I do Edward, I do. I know-"

"No you don't!" Interjected the younger. "Alphonse." He hesitated.

Hohenheim turned around to face his son. "What's the matter?" he asked in disbelief.

"Alphonse, he, well." He stammered.
"Yes?" scrutinized Hohenheim, he was getting a little suspicious.

"He has not been kidnapped. I wanted to spend some time alone with the girl, but I knew Al would follow and just be annoying, so I gave him some pills." Edward faced the floor. His voice sounded annoyed.

"Pills?"

"Yes Pills, Dad. Though they were supposed to make him sleepy, I fear they did not have this effect on him."
"So you are trying to tell me you gave your brother pills so you would have free way to make out with that girl." Hohenheim blinked with pricked up ears.

"Y-Yes." He stammered.

"And the chaos was caused by him too, in some kind of 'sleepwalking', am I getting that right?"

"I suppose." Nodded Edward. His eyes still did not meet his fathers.

Hohenheim sighed deeply. "You are just like me."

"Huh?" Edward lifted his head.

"Yes, I did the same to a friend of mine."

Edward's eyes widened so much that his father had to fear that his eyeballs might fall out.

"So Alphonse must be somewhere in the house I guess. Let's go look for him."

Edward nodded and went downstairs again. Hohenheim stayed upstairs and started to check the rooms. In the bathroom he finally found a brown bundle lying in the bathtub that turned out to be his son. Hohenheim grinned. "How cute. You look just like you did when you were a baby sleeping on my stomach, just that you are a lot bigger now."

"Dad, the Colonel is on the phone."

"Alright I'm coming. By the way, I found Al too."

"Yes?" Hohenheim answered. "What's the matter?"

He had been on the phone for at least 10 minutes when he finally hung up and reached for his jacket.

"I need to leave for a while. Make sure to clean this mess, bring your brother to bed and don't do anything stupid anymore. I'll be back as soon as I can."

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"So what exactly did it say on the next hint?" inquired Hohenheim when he reached the house he was ordered to come to.

"4 Alchemists living their life all lively, one took too much o flife's nectar, then they were only three."

"Interesting. Alcohol is often referred to as life's nectar." Retorted the blonde man.

"But I doubt it would really have killed someone." Roy held the door open for Hohenheim to walk through.

"Then there must have been some poison added to it." Chuckeled the elder.

"The victim is over there. Around midnight a woman he had been making out with said he was behaving strange. Within the next 10 minutes he suddenly collapsed and was pronounced dead by a docotr that had been called."

"Is this doctor still present?"

"No." said Mustang leading Hohenheim into the room where the man was lying covered with a white cloth. "He left already, but I've got his number. He said he is ready to come here if we need him."

"Thank you for the information my dear friend." The blonde man bent down and lifted the cloth to take a look at the victim's face. "That's Dr. Claythorne." He said dropping the cloth again. "He was one of those men working at this project. He was not really one of those well-known."
"You mean?"

"I would not have expected him to be killed." Explained Hohenheim turning around himself to take a closer look at the room.

"I see. Oh anyways, come with me. There's something you need to have a look at." Ordered the Colonel.

Hohenheim did as ordered and followed him into the kitchen. In the sink was something bloody and darkred. He took a closer look.

"It's a heart." Explained Roy.

"That much I could figured. It's not a human heart though, it's a pig's heart I suppose. It's bigger than an ordinary humans."

Mustang nodding reluctantly as though he had known beforehand it was not a humans led Hohenheim out of the kitchen again. "So what to do now?"

"I guess all we can do is search for the next hint. But I am sure we can postpone that to later. As of now I need to take care of my sons at home."

"How come? Did something happen?" scrutinized Roy raising an eyebrow at the elder.

Hohenheim retold the story on their way to the car.

"Teenagers." Sighed the Colonel.

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you were a good boy at that age." Gibed the elder.

"Oh I certainly was."

The blonde bursted out in laughter. "Now if you would not be good at disguising your would blush so much, you would be a menace to Rudolf the reindeer." He gibed again holding back his laughter.

"Don't be shy. We are grown men, there's nothing wrong about talking about your old days." He encouraged Roy to talk. Mustang softened and began. "Ok, but promise me not to tell anybody else. I fought my way to be a serious, well-respected man, so I would not want anyone to be spoiled by what I'm telling you now."

Hohenheim nodded, beaming.

"I used to be shy and just stay to myself, caught in my own world."

A young man with short black hair sat on the couch on a party. The music was loud and people were dancing and shaking. Everyone except the boy. His attempt to dress up "cool" and "stylish" failed apparently. His jeans were pulled up to the point they hid his belly button, his shirt buttoned up to the last button and his shoes looked as though his grand-father wore them already. Even though his trousers looked as if they were ripped on purpose, it rather reminded someone of an attack of lawn mower than anything else.

So he sat there, waiting for the everyone to be drunk enough so he could leave this party and tell his parents that it was cancelled earlier due to the parents early arrival. His parents suggested he should go and find himself a girl. Suddenly someone wabbeled towards him thudding onto the couch. "Have you seen the nutty compressor?" he asked. Roy feeling as though his ears were not functioning well enough anymore due to the loud music asked again "What movie? The nutty what?"

"Compressor." Retorted the other rolling off the couch.

"I suppose you mean Professor."

"That's what I said!" exclaimed the other speaking drunkily.

"Yeah whatever. You'd better go drink some water." Suggested Roy gazing off into the distance again. Maybe his parents were right and he should look for a potential girlfriend.

"Hey, I'll go again, you can have my drink. It's good." Spoke the other drunkily again and wandered off.

Roy slightly suspicious of what might be in the drink recalled his friend's words. "Alcohol gives you courage." He mumbeled. Drinking up whatever was in the glass Roy fought the urge to throw up once the burning stuff ran down his throat.

He knew he would need a lot of courage if he were to talk to a girl so he wandered around looking for one of those tables where the drinks were standing on. Finally having stumbeled across one, Roy took a peek into every of the cups to see which appealed most to him. Deciding to try the golden stuff he drunk it as hastily as before. After the third table he felt some slight dizziness.

Waddling to a group of girls Roy put his arm around one of the girls. "Hello. What's your name?"

"Alice." Came the reply. "Want to sit down on the couch for a while?" he asked and on the girl's approval he followed her to the couch occasionally bumping into a table or a chair.

At last he managed to sit down next to Alice. Her hair was blonde and the ends curled up a little. Her lips were rosy and her eyes green. "Do you like it here?" he asked as intelligible as possible.

"Yes, though it's a little crowdy, but it leaves a lot of opportunities open. There are quiet many bedrooms."

Bedrooms. That rang a bell in his mind. He woul djust need to get her into one of those bedrooms and he had free way.

"Want to go have a look at one? I never saw them from the inside, I bet they are beautiful."

Alice raised and eyebrow at him. "What for?" she asked.

"There." He stammered. "There, it's not so loud."

Alice nodded and smiled at him. Roy cheering inside followed her upstairs.

Eventually they made it into a fairly nice looking room with a queen-size bed.

Roy sat down and patted a free spot next to his. "Come, sit down."

The girl did as ordered and smiled at him as she took her seat. An ordinar yboy would have been all giddy and nervous about this situation, Roy though was relaxed. "Alcohol is late." He mumbeled. "What?"

"Great, I said Alcohol is great." He repeated.

Suddenly Roy pushed Alice so she would lie down and crawled onto her.

"Oh. Are you sure?" she giggled.

"Yes I am." Unbuckling his belt he let her stride off his pants.

Slowly his hand shifted under her shirt touching her hot skin. Alice sat up and leanedt closer to his face and so did Roy. Ready to kiss her he suddenly felt a stange taste in his mouth. Alice closed her eyes and just in the very second Roy threw up right into her shirt's neck. Blushing furiously Alice screamed and jerked off the bed. Since ever then he was called the "Women sickener."

Hohenheim held back his laugher asgood as he could. Mustang obviously noticing this and sighed. "No need to hide. Come on laugh, laugh at my youthful foolishness." He grunted.

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Sorry for the late upadte, but would not have let me upload. :) I hope you'll enjoy it anyways. I'm happy about every review, so please review!

Considering my story is nearing its end soon, want to hear about Hohenheim's youth too? Maybe I can come up with something.