AN: sorry bout the wait!! I was concentrating more on my other fics and haven't been able to get round to this one for a while…ohhh, and guess what, its almost Halloween soon too, if your lucky I can give you all a surprise chapter as a treat, hows that sound? Though I better get some inspiration hint hint cause I am going camping tomorrow, so I don't know where I shall find the time…

Ok, first things first; if you had happened to read my last chap I posted here (the one with Roy and ed in the bathroom) I need you to know that I deleted it, it now no longer exists –though I may use it soon…- so just pretend I never wrote that bit, could you?

Any way, thank you all for stick with this, through thick and thin you guy are great!

Now on with the show!!

Disclaimer; this is my plot! Mine. I own it! I don't care if I don't directly own the actual thing; this is MINE! In my version I say 'jump', the characters say 'how high?' Anyone steals anything…I am in the right to murder…

Belledonner

Edward glared.

Roy smirked.

Elysia grinned.

Edward glared.

Roy' smirk grew at the flicker of thought that said if looks could kill as he pointedly ignored the monster and leaned casually, or as casually as one can in his current position, on the door fame to the bright little room that seemed so much smaller for the fact all its surfaces were covered in photos of some description.

Elysia's grin grew around the piece of blue military calibre cloth that she held tightly in her clenched teeth. As did the slightly manic glint in her eye to which nobody could claim she was not Maes' daughter –she-devil as she may be-.

Edward picked up the closest book (one that happened to be harmlessly sitting on Elysia's bedside table so it wasn't a far stretch from where he was curled into a brooding lump on the corner of the little-pointy-teethed-she-devil's bed emitting practically visible emo bubble), he lifted it to his face, just low enough that his spiteful golden eyes could glare distrustfully above two ridiculously fluffy sheep ears that were protruding above a title that proclaimed 'the sheep goes baaa' in awfully cheerful colors and fonts that projected the word 'jolly' even though the blue/black haze of Edwards suspicious looking bubble.

Come to think of it, Edward thought as one ear came to tickle beneath his nose and across his tightly pressed lips with its stupid fluffy-ness, do sheep even have ears?

And considering Edward had never seen a sheep up close, it was entirely possible that they didn't.

The spearhead of the death glare was one Roy mustang; who smirked obliviously as he gazed patronizingly at the thing attached to his sleeve that swung about a foot from the ground, tiny little pink shoes dangling as tiny little teeth held his sleeve in a death grip and was, possibly, one of the only things that could have wared against Edwards glare and come out still standing. In fact it was a miracle that Roy himself was still standing, what with all the missiles Edward was trowing along with his glares –teddy's and plastic toys mostly, but occasionally one of Maes' beloved silver frames would come his way- but he merely dodged them all and settled for waiting till his sleeve tore, because by the looks of it Elysia's teeth were far from weakening their grip.

Ah, another shirt destroyed by a monster of some description. Roy thought as he gave his arm another shake and marvelled at the way she had the energy not to let go while she was swinging madly mid air.

Another thought came to mind; gees, if he doesn't take those ears away now, I think I shall have to do something horrible to them, and then replace them with my lips. Though I don't think Maes would appreciate the educational proposes this could create for his daughter…