A/N: A very short fic...dedicated to my 'punching bags' P Sarah, Sarah, Monster, Michael...did I miss anyone?

Disclaimer: FMA isn't mine. Nope. Otherwise, Ed could very well be dead by now.


Ed was pissed. And when he was pissed, it felt very good to hit things-hard.

Standing there, Ed eyed his punching bag, plotting his revenge on the world. Ed launched himself forward. A pair of kicks followed by two driving punches. Roundhouse kick.

If only these were being connected that that bastard Colonel's face.

He kicked out hard with his right leg, and instead of landing, he kicked off and spun, aiming a spinning kick with his left leg, as he continued his clockwise turn, and utilizing his momentum, lashed out with his right hand.

Ed stood back for a while, taking a slight break. Taking out his frustration using violence sure felt good. Especially after that last false call of yet another Stone. That time, Ed could have sworn that they had been ever so close.

A punch to the face, to the stomach, another punch, another kick. He kicked off and flipped back, only to land on his hands and deliver another pair of kicks, before landing. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite pulled that off, and landed hard on his rear end. Getting to his feet, Ed ground his teeth in frustration as he stood back up. Side kick. Double kick, roundhouse. Land, back kick. Idiot Colonel, all his fault. A quick jab with his right elbow before snapping his arm flat, lashing out. That was for that fraudulent priest a while back. Various punches, aimed both high, low, and in between. A couple of kicks thrown in. That was for all those times he had been called short. Spin, back hand, jab, underhand chop. Al still couldn't feel, sleep, eat.

A few beads of sweat trickled down the side of Ed's face, glistening in the soft glow of the setting evening sun. His sweat soaked hair reflected a bright, silken gold. As his eyes danced in the sun's rays, Ed began another flurry of blows.

Growling, he jabbed with his right hand and punched with his right. Things were just so frustrating. A jab to the stomach. A side kick. Two punches. Ed felt blood trickle down his fist but ignored it. Round kick from the left. Another back kick and a double kick. Same as before. Low kick, jab, punch, side kick. Another spectacular blizzard of fists.

The sun was now low in the sky. Deciding that he had released enough stress for one day, Ed dropped his hands. "Thanks Al,' he mumbled, shuffling away.

Al would have smiled if he could. "No problem nii-san, I didn't mind anyways." Ed didn't hear, since was already far in the distance. Al noticed the red stains on his hand and hurried to catch up. "Wait nii-san! Aren't you hurt?"

Ed mumbled incoherently. Maybe he had heard. "Mmmhmf. Let's go get a drink…"

Al sighed and picked up his brother, despite his protests. "Really, you should take better care of yourself."


hehe...amused...yesh...very fun to write during a very boring German class...even if it's dead short...shortest thing I've ever written...I just had this image of Al letting Ed use him as a punching bag...and...yeah...and Monster, I included you in my dedication, even if you're only my mental punching bag...and my beta...