Chapter Three

A week passed, and every day he found a letter under his door. It actually got to the point where Havoc, Hughes, even Mustang would try and beat him to the office to read the notes first. Today was one of the days where Ed got in first, and as he walked in he instinctively picked up a white, half-folded piece of paper. He sat down at his desk, took out a case file, found a pen, and then began reading the note's neat, cursive words.

I hate how you ignore me like this. You have no idea, Edward, how much you tease me. You have such perfect, alluring, seductive charm. Even you, though, should know that you can't flaunt yourself around without the intentions of following through. What would you know, though? You never follow through with anything; not the training regiment your teacher Izumi put you through, not your last state assessment, not even your hunt for the Philosopher's Stone. Yeah, I know all about your illegal search. I know everything there is to know about you, Edward Christopher Elric. Give in to me. I'm the best you've got, because nobody else will ever love you. Remember that. Remember it.

Ed's hands were shaking as he finished the final sentence of the note. Slowly, he took in an uneven breath, his golden eyes scanning the paper once more. How did this guy know so much? Who was he? What did he mean? What did he want? Ed read those words, and although most of him knew that they weren't true, a part of him felt like there must be some reason he wrote what he did. There must be some truth behind it. But how?

He felt warm tears begin to slide down his face, and the door to his office opened. The guys were probably here to read the latest love note. It was Hughes, a smile always present on his race. "Hey, Ed! Did you-?" He froze midsentence seeing the state the blonde was in, and Ed looked up at the older man and wiped his eyes with one hand, releasing his grasp on the note and leaving it on the desk.

"What's wrong?" Hughes asked, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't…I don't know…" Ed replied, "Really, it's foolish, just…just these notes I've been finding. They're starting to get to me."