Title: He Was Alive, But Now He's Dead, But Now So Are We…

Disclaimer: Don't own.

A/N: Yay! An update! I should probably work on a certain story that hasn't been updated in a while though… don't eat me, please. It will all get done. It will, I swear. School's been hectic.

Wish: Reviews!

Ed was taking a nice stroll around the compound of Fifth Division to get away from Hawkeye, and eventually, Mustang. Because undoubtedly he would show up at the office at some point or another today and he would want to be alone with Hawkeye and, well… yeah.

Ed had already walked in on the two once. Fortunately they were just making out, but he still didn't want to repeat it. And yes, they probably had some catching up to do, but there were probably better places to do it then his office.

It was a sign of how much in love Hawkeye was with the man for the fact that she was willing to throw the rules out the window nearly daily.

Ed stopped, leaning against a wall and watching the new division members practicing kidou. Then, one switched places with another and Ed couldn't help but notice that all the others flinched slightly or just ran for cover outright.

Sometimes he hated being right. Actually, loads of times he hated being right.

"What the FUCK you BROKE it! It's SUPPOSED to be NEAR INDISTRUCTABLE!" One of the victims of the kidou gone wrong yelled.

The 'attacker' for want of a better word trembled, proving that either A) Ed was scary or B) He was a coward. "I'm so sorry taichou so sorry!"

Ed shrugged it off. Then he got an evil look in his face. "Then you can be the one to take it to the Bureau of Technological Development. I hate those freaks."

The shinigami got a confused look in his face. "Okay taichou, but what are we talking about?"

"Why this of course!" And without any further ado Ed pulled off his automail arm. The shinigami fell over in a dead faint. Ed bent over him and poked him with the arm. "Hey, you in there? I need to you to run an errand for me."

A throwing zanpukto flew by him, taking off a few hairs. "Stop scaring the hell out of the new recruits taichou."

Ed spun around. "Stop scaring the hell out of me Hawkeye!" Then he smirked, noticing Mustang. "Mustang, since one of your comrades can't do the errand, you'll have to."

Mustang looked up from Hawkeye rear end. "Huh?"

Ed threw the arm at him. "Be afraid. Be very afraid."

Mustang raised an eyebrow. "What, did Winry kick the bucket while I wasn't looking as well?"

Ed shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I do know that Twelfth is to be feared. Now hop to it. I'll be in my office."

Confused, Mustang left in the direction that Hawkeye had pointed. After about ten minutes he had gotten to the Bureau of Technological Development. Cautiously, he entered.

The place was very dark, and there were shapeless masses wandering around working. Definitely the weirder of the shinigami resided here. One of them looked up. He had short uncombed brown hair and strange metal spikes sticking out of his forehead. "Who are you? Oh, did Elric-taichou break his arm again? Give it to me, I'll take it to Kurotsuchi-taichou. Please come with me."

Mustang followed the man down a hallway, to a nondescript door with a small plaque on it. He knocked. An irate voice came from the other side. "I told you not to bother me! Go away!"

"Taichou, Elric-taichou broke his arm again."

The door was flown open by a man that Mustang could only describe as 'seriously creepy'. "Again? I keep telling him that I'll only be able to fix it so many times before he has to let me examine it inch by inch. And if the port gets ripped off entirely, then I don't know what I'll do. It would be best if he just came in and let me examine it."

The mad scientist continued to mumble as he turned his back on them and started working on the arm. It was the longest fifteen minutes of Mustang's life before the arm was handed back to him. "And make sure to tell Elric-taichou to come in some time."

"O…okay! Yeah, I'll make sure to tell him!" And Mustang fled with his tail between his legs.

On the way back to Fifth, Mustang rounded a corner and bumped into a short boy in a captain's haori carrying a stack of paperwork. "Oh sorry. I didn't see you there." Then he got a good look at the boy. "Are you related to Edward Elric?"

Hitsugaya cracked. Loudly. "I'VE HAD IT! There is an official feud between Tenth and Fifth Divisions! What's your division anyway!"

"Umm… Fifth?"

Hitsugaya pointed at Mustang, dropping all his paperwork in the process. "DON'T LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

For the second time in ten minutes, Mustang fled with his tale between his legs. He ran all the way to Fifth Division. He entered the office, panting slightly. He threw the arm on the desk. "I hope you're happy."

Ed looked up from the paperwork he was doing, smirking. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head. "You sound pissed."

"Um, yes actually, I am. That Kurotsuchi guy told me to remind you that he would like to poke and prod you, and I accidentally bumped into some short white-haired kid who got all pissed at me."

Ed was suddenly alert. "What did you say to him Mustang?"

"You sound like you're reprimanding me."

"I am. What did you say?"

"I asked him if you two were related."

Ed groaned, smacking his forehead. "Could you have said anything worse? What did he say back?"

"That there's an official feud and that he never wants to see me again. Why, have you made some enemies or something?"

"No, Hawkeye made them for me. At least this is better then when Scar was alive, because Hitsugaya can't actually kill me without getting in trouble."

Suddenly something clicked in the minds of the ex-alchemists at the exact same moment.

"SHIT!"