All you've forgotten
Rating: T
Summary: Al and Ed have been surviving on the street that is until they are picked up by the police and placed in a foster home, Al adapts quickly but can Ed forgive all those in the past who hurt him and move on?
Author Note: Major AU! No Alchemy but Ed does have automail. Also I do not own FMA, I wish I did but sadly… I don't.
Chapter seven
(Mustang) This chapter is dedicated to one of the biggest Mustang fans I know, Sakura02.
The Judge bangs his gavel and I allow myself a small smile, even though I was in charge of that monstrosity of a boy I am glad to see him being taken off the streets. Wrath as he was called on the streets was a pyro, constantly setting thing on fire, to gain attention. I myself use to be that way, that is until I was appointed a court officer and was forced to change, for the better. Yet, this is one boy who couldn't be saved, his vile attitude and views on the world a little too radical to be considered 'safe'. Gathering up my paperwork I look around the court room, sighing I haphazardly toss the folders into my briefcase and exit, finding Jean Havoc waiting for me at the doorway, his expression calm but eyes dancing. Cocking an eyebrow I look at the other man, who like me began his life as a mislead youth, causing trouble on the streets.
"Yo Boss, got a call from Armstrong." He says, falling into step beside me as we make our way to the Juvenile building in the court district.
"Oh really?" I respond, interested in what the man had to say but not wanting to sound to eager. Havoc doesn't fall for this though and quickly fills me in.
"Seems him and Hawkeye have got themselves some enigmas on their hands. Names are Edward and Alphonse Elric, oldest going to a hearing not too long from now. Alex asked if we could dig something up on them." I stop at my desk and mull over the names, they do sound familiar. Letting Havoc ramble on I reach for my filing cabinet key and open the large steel piece of furniture. Yanking one of the old drawers open I quickly thumb through the many folders, looking for any traces of the last name. My finger lands on the very last file and I quickly pull it out
"Elric." Is printed very clearly on the label and I turn quickly, putting the file on my desk before sitting. Jean leans against my desk, toothpick hanging precariously on his lip.
"Find something?" I nod,
"Yes, seems I was the removing officer about two years ago. Two boys were removed from an older woman's home in Risembol."
"Where's that?"
"A small farming village about a day and a half travel east of here." Jean only nods, showing no real interest but faking it well. Opening the folder I quickly scan the information
"Hmm… they have been bounced around from foster home to foster home until finally they slipped through…. This seems to be the case more and more these days." Sighing I check my schedule and finding it clear get up.
"I'm going to head over to Armstrong's and see these boys myself. Take my calls for me will you Havoc?" the other man nods before turning and heading back out to his own desk. The last time I saw those two, the older one was angrier than a bear and swore to bodily harm me if he ever saw me again. I smile fondly at the memory.
"Mrs. Rockbell?" I ask when the door swings open, the woman is small and glares at me from behind her glasses. Pinako Rockbell moves aside to allow me in with a skeptic glare, obviously knowing the reason I'm here. From the other room I can hear laughter and cringe slightly, my back still turned to the older woman.
"You're here for the boys I presume?" she asks, voice carrying a chiseled edge of anger.
"Yes. I am." I respond, turning around and lowering my rain soaked hood.
"I will have you know Mr…" she waits expectantly for me to offer my name and I smile smugly
"Mustang, Roy Mustang." Her expression hardens more and she growls
"Well Mr. Mustang… I want you to know those boys won't go easily. They've been through too much to soon. They are safe here." I knock the woman off her soapbox with a wave of my hand
"Mrs. Rockbell let me blunt. Edward and Alphonse Elric are no longer your concern, they are now wards of the State. Either hand them over willingly or I will have no choice but to arrest you." I threaten and from the lack of laughter and happy sounds I know the children had heard me. The older woman's face hardens a bit more before she finally glances behind me, a sad look on her face.
"Ed, Al, go upstairs and pack your things…" she says and I turn around to find two boys leaning around the door jam, their faces filled with concern and question. Beside them is a girl their age with long blonde hair, eyes already tearing up. The brother with the chestnut hair quickly follows the older woman's orders but the older hesitates for a moment, narrowing his cat like golden eyes.
"You're taking us away aren't you?" he asks, the youthful face suddenly scrunching up in anger and he storms up the steps. Moments later both boys come back down the stairs, each carrying a duffle bag, the youngest crying softly as he hug the young girl and say their goodbyes
"Mr. Mustang, wherever you put them, please for their sakes keep them together." The older woman asks as I follow the two boys out of the small house located in a tiny farming community.
"I'll make you no promises." And then close the door. I turn to make my way down the stairs and grab hold of the slim shoulder of the younger brother and begin to navigate him to the car and away from the house. Suddenly a forceful shove nearly knocks me to the ground but I catch myself in time to see the almost animalistic glare of the older brother, his anger visable.
"Don't you ever touch my younger brother again, or I will break your fingers." He snarls and wraps his own arms around his now sobbing brother and pulls him close. I stare at the two and slowly get into the car, ignoring the sobs and the calm but heartbroken words that accompany them.
Oh yes, this should be an interesting encounter.
So, here was Mustang my good peoples! I've gotten so many e-mails asking when Mustang was coming in, I decided to put him in a chapter earlier. Anyway please do review and since I am posting this on September 11th I am going to head out and light some candles on my stoop. Please, review and never forget.