About three in the morning a very soaked, very cold Edward quietly enter his superior's house with a small whimper. A cut was placed from the corner of his right eye straight back to his ear. Who knew that knives were that dangerous?

But on the worse side, he'd lost his chance to get Al back.

Roy stirred a bit when he heard a noise near his front door. He rolled over and opened his eyes to see a very wet Edward.

"Edward!" Roy said loudly. He had the sudden urge to slap the boy across the face for doing something so rash. "What happened? Your face... It's cut really deep."

Edward sighed, shaking his head to get the water off of him before crossing his arms while he shivered.

"I was looking for Alphonse." He said simply, a dark blush covering his face. Being pinned to a wall with a knife to your chest as the other person nibbled on your neck could do that to almost anybody. Something he couldn't stand to have happened. His struggling to get away had been the cause of the cut.

Hopefully Roy wouldn't notice the ripped section of the shirt at the bottom.

"Edward, don't lie to me. Why is your face all red? What did he do to you? I know something happened, its obvious!"

"I was looking for Alphonse and somebody from that lab practically cornered me." Ed growled, shaking his head.

"You don't get cut while just looking for someone. And look, your clothes are ripped too!" He took the blanket off of himself that he had been covered with while sleeping on the couch and walked over to Edward, draping it over his shoulders.

Edward shrugged off the blanket quickly. "He had a knife and I was stupid enough to struggle. And I don't want the blanket to get wet...My clothes should be dry by now." He explained, smiling lightly even though his own clothes had blood on them. Not like anybody could notice.

"Ok, whatever, Fullmetal. I'm glad you're safe, but I'm going to bed. Bye." without another word, Roy furiously walked out of the living room and into his own room. He opened up his window and sat sideways on the windowsill (A/N: however you spell that o.o) hugging one of his knees to his chest and letting the other dangle over the side of the window. The cold wind gently blew his hair around as he looked at the nighttime sky.

Edward simply shook his head, walking into the bathroom to check over the wound. Eyes landed on his neck where the other had been nibbling on the skin before said orbs widened. Oh hell. He did NOT do that...Yup...He did.

"THAT BASTARD LEFT A FREAKING HICKIE!!!" Edward screamed, examining the mark up close. It was definitely war now.

Roy sighed from his spot in the window. "Like I didn't hear that one, Fullmetal. You think I'm deaf or something?" He said to himself. He tilted his head sideways and looked at his open door where he could see the light of the bathroom shining through. "You bastard..." he muttered.

A cold growl left Ed's throat as he sat on the counter while pulling out a sewing needle with a loose thread from his shirt. Biting down into his lip, the chimera slowly and gently began to sew up the gash. It was painful but he needed it done and couldn't really go to the hospital.

After finishing the stitches and cleaning up his mess, Edward calmly made his way to Roy's room with a few much needed cleaning supplies. Might as well get the rest of the house done then. That meant his superior's room. Hopefully he didn't get into trouble for it though.

In Roy's room, he grabbed his jacket and then jumped with ease out of his window and lay out in the grass. It was much nicer, much cooler outside. He loved this kind of weather. He shivered a bit, then draped his jacket over his upper body

After a minute, Roy sighed and sat up. He couldn't sleep. On nights when he couldn't sleep, he usually came and sat outside for a while in his yard, sometimes even falling asleep outside for the night, but tonight he had too much on his mind.

Edward softly hummed a strange, almost haunting tune as he cleaned. He'd made the bed and took to sorting clean and dirty clothes from each other. It wasn't difficult with his sensitive nose, But it wasn't exactly pleasant either.

Roy hopped up and grabbed his jacket, walking toward the window to go back inside. He saw Edward in there, trying to clean up his room.

"Um...Ed? Why are you cleaning my room...?" He asked, looking at the teen strangely. "It's an organized mess. You don't have to clean it."

"Because it's a mess, I'm an unnatural neat freak, and I want to do something nice for you. Besides, the couch is colder than your bedroom floor is." Edward explained with a small, curt nod as he smiled. He was happy with the idea of simply sleeping on the others floor if it meant warmth and company.

"O-ok...so you're going to sleep on the floor tonight?" he asked. "You can have the bed if you want it, you know." Roy said, sitting down on the partially cleared floor. "I don't really care where I sleep."

"But I do. I don't want to kick you off of your own bed and I'm use to having to sleep in awkward places. Trust me! I was in a cage for almost two weeks!" He stated in an actual cheerful tone, not realizing that he'd told the other that.

"...You we're in a cage?" he asked slowly. "Edward, what did they do to you? You came in at 3 AM, soaked to the bone, with a huge gash on your face that you apparently had to stitch up, and your clothes torn, with a freaking HICKEY on your neck." he paused. "That insane bastard that did this to you needs to be caught."

"Easy. They drugged me up and had a different person taking are of me every night. When the leader of their group came by, he was overly quiet and kept the lights off. I was in a cage and I wore a collar. I can't remember what they did to me, but I do know that I'm missing a few clothes. You figure it out." He said coolly, not bothering to look up from what he was doing.

Roy bit his lip. "It's really my fault all that happened to you.

I shouldn't have sent you on that stupid mission." he told Edward. 'If anything happened to Alphonse, I don't think I could ever forgive myself...' Roy thought to himself while staring blankly at the floor. "If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it..."

Edward gave Roy a teary eyed look, having gain another unpleasant memory while he'd been out. He remembered seeing Al's face one time when he'd been pulled against the bars of his cage.

"Edward..." Roy said quietly, looking at the tears that threatened to spill out of Edward's eyes. This was starting to scare him. He didn't think he had actually ever seen Edward cry. "You know you can cry if you want, there's no shame in it."

I can't cry...It's a weakness that I can't afford to have. I'm not a child anymore. I gave up the rights to cry like one when I joined the

military." He muttered under his breath, rapidly swiping at his eyes to dry them, not caring if he rubbed the skin raw.

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A/N Thanks everyone like always for your nice reviews. Maybe after this chapter, I'll have hit 50 reviews? –pleading eyes-

-Kirara