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Chapter 10
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Winry decided to remain in central for a few weeks so she could check out the latest tools the city had to offer. And so Ed could buy them for her, of course. That went without saying.
Finding the best hotel in town, she booked a room, which Ed discovered he was also expected to pay for.
The populace wondered why their taxes went up so suddenly…
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Ed wandered out of a tool shop, miserably holding every single item Winry had purchased. He hated shopping at the best of times, but when it involved Winry the task became a nightmare brought to life.
Ed cheered up considerably as he spotted Roy strolling by. The Flame Alchemist hadn't spotted him, and was as yet still unaware that his near future held a great deal of misery. Especially if Ed had anything to do with it.
"Colonel!" yelled Ed cheerfully. Just the thing to make his day improve – an opportunity to cause somebody else some misery.
Roy turned around warily. Spotting Ed, he briefly considered running away. Fast. Something in the blonde's delighted smile did not bode well for the older man. The smile reminded Roy of something, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
"How nice of you to come by" Yep, Ed's smile was definitely freaking Roy out. Suddenly, Roy realised what is was that was making him nervous. Ed, at this very moment, closely resembled a deranged crocodile. One that wore a blonde wig. And didn't have scales.
"Yes, Sir?" Roy decided to play it safe around that creepy smile. Which took that opportunity to get wider. "Since you're here, you can help me carry the shopping!"
Roy staggered under the weight of the packages that were suddenly thrust onto him. Everything was dark. No, he had been mistaken. There was a pinprick of light in front of his left eye that he could just see through. If he manoeuvred to face his left, he could just make out a pigeon. Turning to his right, he managed to make out the light from a street lamp. It was fine, he could see.
Turning back to where he was before, he saw something unusual. He couldn't quite make out what it was, but it looked strangely familiar…
Roy dropped the shopping and dove in front of his Fuhrer, just as the gun went off.
There was an agony of pain, blood spraying everywhere, an eerie silence, and suddenly Roy was on the ground staring up at the pale faces of two shocked blondes.
"You idiot!" yelled Ed. "Why the hell did you do that!"
"You would have done the same for me" managed Roy.
"No! I wouldn't! And you know that! Tell me the real reason!"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes!" Ed was extremely frustrated.
"…" Roy tried to think through the agony. "…You're my Fuhrer?"
"I know that!"
Roy sighed, blood seeping out of his chest. "And you're Al's brother. He cares about you…" Roy's voice grew weak. He was losing too much blood.
"Stupid bastard of a Colonel!" Ed's cursing was the last thing Roy heard as he drifted into unconsciousness.
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Eheh, please don't hurt me! I needed to do it! And not just because of my sadistic personality…
Review, ok!