Ok, I am tired of finding my translation list on my computer for these words, so I am putting them up in English. Enjoy!

Chapter 20 – Central

We entered Central's Headquarters within four days, which surprised me. It took us a couple of weeks to arrive out in Liore, but, we managed to do it. We had carried Al's parts in safely, no one questioning what we were doing here or why, and we got in easily.

"Colonel Roy Mustang!" I screamed when we reached the courtyard right outside his window. It was nearly noon, so he should be in his office. Nothing happened. "It is Crimson!" I yelled again. The window opened slowly, and a fire blast came at me. Dammit! I thought. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Crimson?" I head him say.

"God dammit, yes!" I screeched. "Al is…I hesitated before I spoke, "Injured!" I saw his arm stick out the window and he waved us in. "Come on," I said to Edward, who nodded and carry the box of Al's body and head with us. I still couldn't believe his soul was still in that junk, and I seriously wondered how it was still in there.

I ran up the stairs with Ed right behind me, and we reached Mustang's room swiftly. I opened up the door and saw Riza's gun at my forehead. "What the-, put the gun down, lieutenant, I am me, and no one else."

"Prove it!" Roy barked.

"How about this?" I put the box of Al's arms and legs down and clapped my hands together, letting my fire lick my entire body. I was engulfed with them, and the heat reflected around the room. I quickly let it disintegrate. "Better?" Riza put her gun down, and Roy nodded. "Thank you."

"Where have you been?"

"Out in Liore, where I found Murder and Revenge. We were, delayed out there, and Al was misplaced, I guess you can say. We need some help." Roy got up and slapped me across the face. "What the hell!"

"Just making sure."

"What is up with you all? You were acting as if-," I stopped cold. Roy's eyes were downcast, and so was Riza's. I read their minds, and they kept thinking of one name. A name that was a close friend of me, his wife too. We were partners in many things: the military, fighting, murder investigations, and what I thought could happen to him was far from what it really was: Maes Hughes. "Where is Hughes?" I asked.

"Dead," Roy said, his voice hard and angry. "That friend of yours killed him."

I gasped. "Envy is not my friend, never was. It was never Envy I knew, just some Homunculi!" Tears welled up in my eyes, and I forgot all about Al. Al wouldn't die, couldn't die, but a close friend of mine for thirty years was gone, forever. In the gate, where I could not go to. "H-he can't be dead! Can't!"

"It is true, Crimson."

"It is ok to cry, sir," Hawkeye said.

"Be serious, Hawkeye," Mustang barked.

"I was."

"She is right, Roy. It is never," I stuttered, taking in a quivering breathe, "not ok to cry for a lost one." I put my hands to my face and fell to my knees.

"Crimson?" Al said. I turned to his head that was in Edward's arms. Edward gasped, looking down at the head of his body less brother. "It is always ok to cry, even for a lost one, trust me, I know, but you need to be strong. That is what he would have wanted, right?" I smiled at his words. He may only be 14 in human years, his soul may only be 14 years old, but he spoke as if he was my age, over 1000. He was right. Al was right.

"Thanks," I said. "How about, I try my own form of alchemy to heal you?" I asked with a smile. "It is what he would have wanted."

"Black Blood Magic?" Riza asked with a smile. "I'll help with what ever I can. Maes would have wanted it." We all turned to Roy, who stood next to his desk. His eyes were closed and his breathing quiet, even to my ears. He then looked up at me, tears welling up in his own cobalt eyes.

"Let's do this, Crimson."

I smiled, and led them out of the room. I felt a surge of power weld inside of me, and a dark hatred from hundreds of years that was held tight inside of me burst. I had to do this. This was one part of helping Maes' murder. Envy will pay with more than just his own life…