Chapter Eight

Ed woke up early the next morning. He was sleeping on the couch, and he looked down to see Roy sleeping on top of a couple blankets on the floor. The TV was still on. He didn't care, he just shut it off. Tension had been high last night, nobody had thought about running the bill. That was the least of their worries.

The first thing Ed did was change his clothes, and then he went into the kitchen to find something he could make for himself and Roy. He felt safe enough to do things on his own, at least. As soon as he set foot in the kitchen, the phone rang again and all sense of safety flew out the window. He answered it anyway.

"Hello?" he asked.

"I saw you let the Colonel touch you last night."

For some reason, Ed was angry at the accusation, "He did not touch me! What do you think I am!? Some kind of whore!? Just stop calling here!" Although, his voice was strong, his body wasn't. He felt himself shaking, and he felt like falling to his knees. He was terrified. How much did this guy manage to see? His screaming must have woken Roy up, because a second later he heard him rush out into the kitchen.

"It's him?" the brunette asked, and Ed nodded in reply, handing the phone to him at his request.

Roy raised the phone to his ear, and surprisingly was addressed by his name. "Colonel Mustang." The man over the other line said, "My, aren't you just the man of the hour. What's on your mind?"

"You." Roy replied angrily, "Stop calling here or I will find you and kill you with my bare hands, you freak."

"Oh, you'd have no problem doing that, would you? After all, you're no more than a cold-hearted killer yourself. We're one in the same. So what do you say? Give the boy to me."

"We're nothing alike! How can you twist your logic like that!?"

"It's simple when you think about it."

"Well this is simple, too, asshole. Stop calling here. I mean it."

"No can do."

"You're not getting anywhere near Ed. I won't let you." Roy replied, "This discussion is over. Everything that needs to be said has been said. I'm hanging up." He added, and did just that, rather violently slamming the phone onto the kitchen counter.

Ed jumped in response, and then moved to Roy's side, "Are you okay?"

"Oh my god, that man makes me mad!"

"He'll stop eventually." Ed calmly replied, "I think you should go home and change out of that uniform into a new one. I have to get ready for work, too, and then we'll meet up there."

"You'll be alright on your own?"

"I'll be fine."