We Will Become Silhouettes

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Silent Luminosity:

I am so sorry for the long, long, wait. First it was my internet being revoked, then writers block, then there was a Sophomore project which came and ate my life, another case of writers block, another internet banning, and then more writers block and then finally… Finals. After that my only excuse is pure laziness. Hoo-rah.

I bet you are asking why I do not have any review responses…I'm sorry, I don't have the heart to keep it up. But be sure to have one very long response to everyone at the end of this story. Or, at least the more prominent reviewers. I love you all and I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Chatter Box

One thing that I have noticed that really is going to make me cry someday is how some people type the excited interjection 'Yay' as 'Y-E-A-H'. It annoys me to no limits. They would be congratulating their character's escape and would type; 'Well at least so-and-so is safe! Yeah!' instead of 'Yay'. Ay the sound in day Just a little pet peeve of mine that I felt like ranting about to waste room. Any one else feel this way? Maybe I'm just weird… Hoo-rah.

Oh! I would like to thank all of you who have reviewed and not given up on this story as it seems scattered and without a plot. I will fix this right…now! Okay, maybe not now but soon but in a couple of paragraphs. 3

All your twisted thoughts free flow

To everlasting memories

Chapter 3 Free Flow

"Bio-enhancement?"

"Yes, now if you would stop repeating everything I say, this would go a lot faster, Fullmetal." Roy mustang said, becoming rather aggravated at the young alchemist's current antics as of late. The whole meeting had consisted of Roy speaking of the mission at hand, Edward repeating in the form of a question and then Roy saying something along the lines of; "Yes, (…)" and then the word in question. And this was proving to be a very successful way to get the Colonel's vein throbbing in frustration.

Edward smirked, the sign of approval shining on his face. He had just succeeded to fluster the Colonel to a point where he never had during a meeting. Broke my record from last Tuesday, Edward snickered to himself, leaning back into the chair in a rather lazy manner. He disliked these meetings with the Colonel, having to sit on the other side of the desk, unable to argue and unable to yell at the tiny comments directed towards his height. Yes, it was boring. But something about this meeting peaked a feeling deep within his head. Was this excitement, interest or just the sweet buns he had not four hours ago?

"So what is the mission, Colonel?" Edward said, purposefully masking whatever said feelings he had felt by placing the familiar cockiness into his tone. Roy merely sighed and rested his forehead on his hands before raising his gaze to glare at Edward.

"As I was saying, Fullmetal; We, and by we I mean you and I," It was Roy's turn to smirk as he saw the young alchemist twitch visibly, "will infiltrate the encampment where reports of this Bio-enhancement have been noted."

"Yes but why do we have to do this? Isn't the role of 'capturing the creepy scientist whom pokes chemicals into rats' supposed to go to the Police force? Why is the military stepping in, let alone the state alchemists?" Edward asked, face leaning on his fist in ennui. The blond shuffled his feet until he was able to hook his ankle on his auto-mail knee.

"Because, this isn't just your normal scientist." Roy retorted simply,

"That's what I said, he's a creepy old scientist who-" Edward was cut off by Roy's fists slamming into the desk as stood in frustration.

"Fullmetal, you have your orders! Why must you question them?" Roy asked glaring down at the teen. Maybe it was the look in the Colonel's eyes or the abrupt action and use of tones that seemingly dripped in poison. Whatever it was, it rendered Ed speechless and startled. He was unable to do anything but sit wide eyed and confused while the Colonel took several breaths to settle down.

In truth, Roy was frightened, even terrified. This has already proven to be a rather dangerous mission and one he did not want Edward to be tagging along in. But at this point he had no say in the matter. It was just too dangerous to be taking a hot headed teen into such a delicate situation. Mustang sat back down running gloved hands through ebony tresses. Glancing up, onyx eyes met wide golden ones, and Roy could only smirk slightly.

"Sorry." Mustang muttered feeling apologetic for the teen who had seemingly been quite shaken by his outburst. At this Edward's eyes widened more, if possible, and then shrunk into a confused glare.

"Who the hell are you?" Edward asked almost jokingly. Things were getting very odd around HQ, Especially Mustang. Mustang did not, did NOT apologize, particularly to Edward. It was almost a taboo. And the outburst in itself was uncanny. Was that fear in the Colonel's face? The teen shook his head mentally and focused again on the mission.

"What was that, Fullmetal?" Roy inquired.

"Nothing." Ed said a small flush appearing on his cheeks from the 'off' comment of his, as it were. He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at the ceiling tiles before sitting up stiffly as he came to a question.

"So what are we to do on this mission?" The young alchemist asked as he ran his auto-mail limb through blond strands. Golden optics losing their sense of focus as his mind drifted to plausible plans.

"As I said before Fullmetal; we are to infiltrate the encampment where reports of this Bio-enhancement have bee-"

"No you moron, I mean how?" Edward cut the Colonel off with the slightly exasperated note, "And where is this 'encampment' anyway?"

"The encampment is up north, we would pass Risembool come to think of it." Roy said, remembering the train routes they would be taking to the northern boarder. Risembool might be a mandatory stop for them, for it would do no harm to have a quick maintenance on Edward's auto-mail.

"What does Risembool have to do with anything?" Edward asked, slumping back into the rather fluffy chair he currently occupied.

"Your auto-mail appears to be in need of a quick check, if you are to ask me." Roy stated, pointing out the now dull steel limbs that were caught in but glimpses between the clothing that Ed was currently clad in. And Roy would bet any money that the length of said mechanic arm was currently nicked, scratched, banged and functioning solely on the sick whim of luck.

"No one is asking you, Bastard Colonel." Edward said, now wanting nothing more than to leave this office, to leave the presence of the seemingly evil spirit known as Roy Mustang. He needed to get back to Alphonse and to somehow resolve their argument. If there was one thing that Ed hated, it was leaving a dispute with his brother unsettled. Shifting a bit more in his seat, he awaited for the Colonel's response to his 'smart' attitude, and already predicting the exact lecture.

"You don't care for it yourself, thus leaving the care of your own limbs in my hands." Maybe there was no lecture? Edward rolled his eyes regardless slumping only further if possible into the leather armchair.

"That makes no sense, Mustang." Edward snorted. God must the Colonel be sleep deprived, for Ed found himself winning the majority of the little quarrels and insults they shot at each other.

"What I said was that you may just be too short and young to care for yourself." Mustang retorted with a sinister grin.

"What did you say, Bastard!" Ed shrieked, up off his chair in the matter of seconds, anger swelling through him. The teen gave up, deciding to hand over this win to the underprivileged Colonel. So deprived of wins was he after all.

"If you are done with your mood swings, you may leave. Start packing, we're sending Alphonse out to stay with the Rockbell's in your absence."

"Wait! You never answered my question." Edward stated, standing up to stretch sore muscles from sitting for so long.

"Which one?" Mustang blinked, also standing up from his position behind the large desk.

"How are we going to go about infiltrating?" Edward glanced toward the door as a knock resonated throughout the office. Mustang simply waved his hand at the knocking, signaling Edward not to worry about it.

"I'll tell you when we get closer to that time. For now, go home and tell your brother the plan thus far. That is, only about his living style for the next couple weeks," The Colonel said before striding over to the door.

Upon the wooden portal opening a rather anxious soldier stepped in performing a sloppy salute before babbling out the needed message.

"Sir-s!" The Soldier said, adding the plural upon seeing Edward slouching rather nonchalantly, now next to the Colonel, "The scientist in question has been seen on the premises!"

"Where?" The Colonel asked keeping a cool exterior in front of the Soldier yet Ed could feel the eagerness in the older man to bite at the bit and chase after the criminal.

"Actually," The soldier muttered while stealing a glance at Edward, "His trail lead-"

"You mean you haven't seen the criminal?" Roy asked, visibly frustrated now. The Colonel could not help but press his forefinger into the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache seeping through his skull.

"Mustang, let the soldier speak," Edward hissed at the Colonel before turning his attention back to the soldier, "Where?"

"His trail leads to the Elrics' Temporary Lodging, sirs," The soldier said, turning to face the young Elric, "When corps arrived they found the apartment completely torn apart."

"Shit," Ed spat under his breath before a realization hit him, "Al! Could they find Alphonse?" the teen asked eyes wide and worried.

"There was no report of anyone within the apartment." The soldier said , confirming Edward's fears.

"Damn it!" Ed yelled, turning to sprint towards the door and bolting down the hallway.

"Edward!" Mustang yelled after the young alchemist. He gave out an aggravated sigh before turning towards the soldier, "Return to your post, soldier!"

The soldier saluted before walking briskly out of the office. Only when he was out of sight did Mustang sprint out of his office after the hot headed Alchemist.

"Edward, you're too impulsive," Roy then smirked in light of the situation, "It's going to be the death of us someday."

''

"Alphonse?"

Edward arrived at the apartment he and Al had been sharing as of late only to find everything in total chaos. Books were strewn upon the floor and current papers of research lay scattered on tables, chairs and ground. Edward became frantic at once. Shocked and worried optics narrowed down into a poisonous glare.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something flit across his vision.

"Al?" He questioned the empty room with hope. No reply came from the room's depths. AH, there was the fluttering thing again. He ran to the bedroom's door way, noting a clear path of struggle towards…the window? Narrow eyes widened once again in a worried state.

"Al!" Ed let out a sharp cry immediately worrying about what a fall from two stories could do to a suit of armor. He could only picture his beloved brother falling through the open window and shattering on the ground. No, Al wouldn't die that easily. He knows how to fall. Hell, Teacher has thrown him many-a-time, and not too long ago either. This comforted the alchemist slightly, just enough to stop the pounding sensation in his gut. Yet the thought still lingered in Edward's mind; What if it had taken him by surprise? Now this made his worry return with double force. He bolted the short distance to the window and gazed downwards. No Al. Once again the wave a relief washed through Edward. But this realization put one thing into play. Alphonse must have been taken, an odd kidnapping or attack that left his temporary housing 'unearthed'.

"They were looking for something," Edward muttered aloud, "but what?"

Edward planted his flesh fist on the cold wall next to him with force in frustration.

"I may not be able to catch a fresh trail if I take time to act civil." Ed smirked. Out the window it was then. Edward walked over to the window with a quickened pace, one foot on the sill preparing to jump.

"Edward Elric!" Came none other than Mustang's voice from the door way. The teen shot an icy glare over his shoulder.

"Stay out of it, Mustang." The young Alchemist said before leaping towards the ground. He wasn't prepared for the ground to come at him so fast, and was taken by surprise when his instincts kicked in, forcing him to roll on his shoulder upon impact. He was quickly on his feet running without even noticing what had happened.

He followed the trail of seemingly destruction. Parts of the sidewalks were crumbled as if someone had hit them rather hard with a sludge hammer or something of equal power. This trail should bring him straight to Al.

''

Roy shook his head as he saw the result of Edward's impulsiveness. He was sure that there would be shards of glass to pick out and truth be told, glass was a bitch. He would know.

The Colonel let out a breath and rubbed his temples before shooting out of Edward and Al's apartment to follow the runt in his rescue quest. Coal black eyes scanned the empty streets as he ran along the sidewalk strip he had seen Fullmetal follow. As he continued he noted the thickness of buildings surrounding him and assumed he was just entering the mid part of town. Cursing under his breath the Colonel stopped, listening for any clue of where the teenager had ended up.

He was only somewhat frustrated when he noticed how much his heavy breathing inhibited his hearing. Roy thought that he should continue running on his search, not wanting to lose what vague trail he was on now or to get too far behind, that is until he was sure he had heard a shout that sounded oddly like; "I'm not short, bastard!"

Ears perked up hoping to hear the voice again, to get back on track. That retort was definitely Fullmetal's. With a sway as the Colonel rolled back onto his heels he started to walk again. There! He heard it again from the alley way to the right. Instead of a response to an insult it was either a yell of frustration or a rather loud wince from pain. Whatever it was, Roy was finally glad his search was over.

He sprinted over to the source of the noise arriving at an alley way littered with trash. Wet and crumpled news papers were scattered throughout the length of the passageway. Unused bottles were broken and strewn on the cement. Glass shards fallen like leaves in autumn, threatening to impale anyone who landed atop their glossy surfaces. Rubble rested in the corners between buildings, chipped rocks and dusty unused cement, slowly eroding away without as much as a glance from the living world.

Roy scanned through the shadows landing upon the metal suit of armor that was Alphonse. Another yell made him shift his gaze over to Edward who had just landed on the ground not 4 feet in front of the colonel. It was obvious that a fight was occurring, and apparently Edward was just thrown into a wall.

The young alchemist merely glanced over at the Colonel, noting his presence before standing up and glared at his opponent. Swinging his Auto Mail with surprising grace, Edward caught a rather slender man in the jaw in a successful kick. The teen stepped back with a smirk, awaiting the expected crash of face to pavement, yet the smirk did not hold strong as the man before Roy glared unfazed by the head jarring kick. Roy stepped forward into the ally feeling the tension rise around him until,

"Bastard! Duck!"

"If you think that a Subordinate could give me orders, Fullmetal. Then I must inform you that you're gravely mistaken," Roy retorted, glaring menacingly at the older Elric. But where a blond clad head should have been, were the boots of the very subordinate who ordered him, how he managed to jump that high was beyond the colonel, he did know that in order to save his face from being permanently marked by the sole of Edward's boot, he should duck.

"Move, Bastard!" and he did, Roy's knee came in contact with the pavement as two bodies flew over him. Edward jumped into the vacant street with the nameless opponent following closely at his heels. The colonel looked up to Alphonse.

"I want you to go back to HQ, have Hawkeye escort you to the train station when you arrive. Take the Risembool train, the next one should be leaving," Roy took out his pocket watch an examining the time without skipping a beat to jump up an watch the two retreating silhouettes, "…in11 minutes."

"Wait, Mustang!" Alphonse cried unable to stop Mustang from springing up into a sprint after Edward. His vacant armored hand reached out into the shadows as he watched the Colonel's retreating form.

"This can't be good…"

And we'll become,

Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

Author's Notes: Well, here it is. Did you like it, hate it, want the next chapter? Review! I will not update the next chapter until I receive at least a few reviews. Please, I would love to know where I am doing something wrong so that I can make reading more enjoyable for my readers.

And for next chapter, It will be oh so much sooner than this one . I already have most of it written because I had a very guilty conscience. Until then

Ciao 3 –Silent Luminosity