I did it!!! HUZZAH!!! The next xhapter is up (obviously) Unfourtunately, it's kinda angsty, but with a bit of fluff. Hope you enjoy, and please review!!!!

3 weeks later

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'This is the worst possible thing I could do.' Roy thought to himself.

The funeral. Standing in a group of people, all who believed Ed was really dead. And he stood there, knowing the truth, holding it to his mind like a selfish child with candy.

He glanced around silently. There was Al, looking all together numb to the world. Next to him, Winry. Roy couldn't tell if she was so close to Al because he needed her, or if she needed him.

Widening his gaze, he saw everyone from the military. From Sergeant Brosh, lips silently moving in prayer, to Major Armstrong, face hidden by his mammoth hands. Between them stood Breda, Fuery, and countless others, most of them silent. And among them, Riza and Jean, looking for all the world the way Roy felt.

And Mrs. Hughes, with Elysia, trying to be strong as they stood through another military-led funeral--

Roy shook his head. 'I can't do this'. He turned to leave, when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

On a nearby hill, a figure sat, dressed in black. Roy couldn't make out the face due to a black hooded sweatshirt, but the person didn't seem familiar. Roy paused, then walked up towards the figure, hoping to whatever god would listen that it wasn't--

"Hey Roy."

--Ed.

"What are you doing here?" Roy asked, turning around to continue watching the groups as they began to talk.

"I thought it'd be rude not to show up at me own funeral." Ed replied lightly, pulling back the hood.

Roy was taken back when, instead of gold, Ed's eyes reflected a dull grey. His face was framed by black hair, which was no longer pulled back in a braid (due to lack of hair to pull back).

"And what would you do if someone saw you?" Roy asked, avoiding the fact he didn't much care.

"Hope that they'd assume they were seeing things." Ed answered, his voice seemingly tired. "I had to see them one more time, I thought. But to watch them suffer like this...I wish I could tell just one of them not to be so sad, but..."

Roy nodded. "It's hard, isn't it?"

"Yes." Ed said softly. He stood up, sighing. "Still, I suppose I should leave, shouldn't I?"

Roy stiffened. "I…It would be wise."

Ed glanced over at Roy, then smiled softly. "Still worried?"

"A bit."

"Relax, Roy." Ed offered, turning away from the grim procession. "It's not as though you'll never see me again."

'Are you sure?' Roy thought, but remained silent.

"Do me a favor though." Ed said, reaching out his right arm to grasp Roy's hand. "It's the best I can do for now." As he pulled back, Roy could feel the chill from lack of heat, and cool metal now in his hand. "Give Al my watch for me."

Roy swallowed, saying, "Riza's taking you to the town, isn't she?"

Ed nodded. "Yup. Hopefully, no one there knows her, or they might make that connection."

'Which is why I'm not going.' Roy thought. Roy was as well known as Ed.

Ed sighed. "Well, see ya…"

Roy nodded, dropping his gaze to the ground. "Bye."

He heard the footfall creep away as Ed left. Roy stared back at the small procession, hoping that he could keep himself together for the rest of the day.

Roy noticed with idle curiosity that a man was approaching the gravesite, looking very smug and cocky. Roy felt his blood begin to boil. 'Who the--'

His question was well enough answered as the man stood on the newly filled in soil, and laughed.

"You all are fools! The world will be much better without this blasphemer in it!! Let his soul be banished to the deepest reaches of Hell, and--"

A shot rang off, and the man found himself on the ground grasping his leg, howling with pain.

Every face flicked towards Riza, gun outstretched and smoking. Her face had tears slowly gliding down, and she straitened herself, shouting orders for a guard to escort the man to the hospital. In an instant, Jean, Armstrong, and Fuery volunteered, and were quickly dispatched, as the man continued screaming, "You think it is over? My comrades with come!! You will fall before the might of Leto, the God of the Sun!!!!"

Roy shook his head, wishing Ed could be here. He reached to rub his eyes, only to draw them away, tearstained.

'I hadn't realized…'

Roy shook his head, and walked back to the group, now offering sympathy to the grieving family.

Al smiled slightly, thanking them, but his eyes completely betraying the gesture. Roy's eyes softened, then rapidly hardened. This was not going to last. He quickly found Riza, telling her to take her time, but then to repot to the office to work on the case.

He began to leave, but felt something tugging at his overcoat. He looked down, seeing Elysia peering up at him with calculating eyes.

"Isn't Uncle Roy sad?" She asked, with the innocence of an angel.

Roy offered her the same expression Al had. "Very. But Uncle Roy," He said, crouching down to her eyes level, "Wants to make sure the people who hurt Edward get in trouble. So I have to go get started working right away."

Elysia nodded. "Uncle Roy is a lot like Daddy sometimes." Then she smiled. "I'll ask Mommy if I can send some cookies over later, because cookies make people feel better."

Roy smiled again, this one true. "Thank you. I'll see you later, okay? I think your Mommy needs you right now."

Again, the young girl nodded. "Mommy cares about a lot of people, and there aren't enough people to care for Mommy."

Roy stood up. "You're plenty enough to care for her, and that's what matters."

He turned away, then shook his head. 'Little kids are going to be the death of me.'