DISCLAIMER: Mine. You hear me? Mine. Oh, wait, I was talking about the title. Nope, Hagane no Renkinjutsuka is NOT mine, thank you very much, it belongs to Hiromu-san… Oh how horrible it is to be an otaku and poor…
New friend I met earlier: I'm horrible with names, but all I have to say is that I'm so glad I met you! Your friend Amber, with the cat ears, you, my friend Farrah, and I should all go to Hot Topic together! OMFG! Great idea, but when will I ever get the time away from this crazzzzy fic…? Ah, go figure. I'm glad we met. Anij Hravir K'helyr of the Jinn clan is happily at your service for any future fiction pieces you wish written. You know how to talk to me XD.
Roy-Fan-33: Yay! My long-lost sibling! Does that make us all the Jinn triplets now? Hehe… don't we all wish. This chapter is all for you, I even did it in a single night to make everyone happy. Feel the love, my sister…XD. Ah, go figure. RoyEd angst, here we come!
Oh, and by the way…the story from now on is based on another fic that I read…somewhere…I don't remember…but anyway, the plot isn't totally mine, I just warped it a ton. Hahaha. A ton means enough that it's not recognizable unless you wrote the story…I think it was on though. –shrug— Go figure. I read everything, anywhere.
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Chapter Five
Tourniquet of Tears
Stored Away and Forgotten
What's wrong with Ed? We left the train station less than 30 minutes ago, and already he seems…well…edgy. I have no idea what's wrong. Honestly, I wish the little chibi would cast some kind of light on what went on here. He's been here before, I know that. But…what…what could have happened to turn this brave child into a sorrowful recluse? Or is it just the way he acts on missions like this? We're supposed to kill off the rebel forces that are 'secretly' encamped here, with orders direct from Furher President Bradley. More importantly, though, why does Hagan—no, Edward, keep touching his face on his left cheek? Unmarred, and perfectly normal, why does it seem that something is wrong to him?
Why can't he tell me, if it's anything important at all?
"So, what's on your mind?" Roy finally asked. Looking over at his blonde companion, he noticed a slight jump on the boy's part; no doubt he had been lost in his own thoughts. Sighing, he turned back to the 'path' they were making up the steep, mountainous area. It was already about the time to set up their camp for the night, as the sun set quickly on the peaks here. Stopping, he pulled the heavy tent off of his back and began setting it up.
With help from each other, Roy and Ed had finally managed to create their rather temporary home. Setting up sleeping bags without a thought, Roy managed to figure out a way to solve their predicament.
"You know, Fullmetal, it would be a lot warmer if we zipped our sleeping bags together," he remarked casually, noting how Ed was already jumping to comply with his orders. Apparently he was cold… "We can warm it up more easily by doing this," Roy continued quietly, almost seductively. As he began to climb into the bedroll, the young alchemist slipped in before him. Exhaling a breath of air, Ed conformed his figure around Roy's; the reaction was almost automatic, the Flame noted. As they were both drifting off…
"Roy-chan?" A small, almost child-like voice sliced through the wind-filled air. At Roy's waiting silence, he asked, "Are we going to be staying here for a bit?"
"Yes, Edo-kun, I apologize. However, the coffee's great up here, I've heard." At that, the blonde snorted and promptly went to sleep, his head turned inward to Roy.
He was like a small angel, a lost soul with no purpose or a place, Roy mused. It wasn't often that the chibi was seen off of his guard. But maybe it was just another side of the boy that he'd have to get used to. The sleeping teenager's hair spilled over his shoulders, akin to a golden river of…tears…? Why had he thought of tears?
It was only moments later that he realized why. Those golden tears were the precursors to the tears of war. Of hatred. Of—dare he say it—death. The boy would soon join the despicable ranks of soldier and murderer.
Whistling a merry tune, Maes Hughes was reminded of the Colonel wherever he turned. He walked into the office and saw Roy's best men—prime targets for his next attack with Elysia's pictures. Until then, however, he was Roy Mustang's replacement.
Walking into the office and opening a few drawers for the sole purpose of stuffing them with his daughter's pictures, he noticed two white gloves, made of a special material, and emblazoned with an alchemic symbol…
"Oh, great…" Hughes sighed, resolving to send up Hawkeye with at least thirty rounds of ammunition.
A/N…All for you guys. I'm up until like…late…tonight writing this chapter. All this is for you, my beloved readers. Don't you feel loved? The next one's not coming so quickly, but other than that, I'm pretty sure that you're going to wholeheartedly enjoy the next chapter; I have the next…say…seven or eight…chapters in mind. Oh, and please feel free to come to my own and Yavie's homepage, as we both share this account. If you leave a note requesting politely a fanfic of your own, I'll write it!
Luv you all!
Wait for my Naruto fic to be typed up and ready, it's called No Stranger to Hell and I've gotta say that it's good… I love it already.
Kamikuro and Sasuke—the last of the Uchiha clan? And why does it seem that she's an outcast even to Sasuke? Why didn't she seek revenge on Itachi like Sasuke did? And why the hell is she an albino?
Coming soon.
As soon as Daikage gets off his lazy ass and types it up for me. I gave him the handwritten document a month ago.
-Anij K'helyr
