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Those words left him speechless, he became limp, and Edward Eric fainted, from starving himself, from running away; from trying to find a way, anyway to bring his brother back…even though he knew it wasn't possible. And from the rollercoaster ride his emotion was on in a matter of just over a month, he mind struggled but in the end his body won, he couldn't take it anymore.
Mustang felt the weight in his arms, relived that Edward didn't get away, a child like him shouldn't have to take this anymore. For gate's sake, the kid had given up more than most adults in ten lifetimes…yet the truth still wouldn't stop playing the sick twisted games. The boy already knew what would happen if he tries it again, but there was no doubt in his mind that Ed would try again. He thought so little of himself, Al's death meant that his world was crushed…but Roy shuddered to think of the golden child's death. Two brothers that have pay for their sins, although the sin was only committed because they had no one to turn to, one a body taken, another missing an arm and leg. Yet the truth couldn't be satisfied, Edward just accomplished his goals when his brother aged so suddenly, the boy given up his passion, alchemy and it wasn't enough. But he was going to make sure, the boy wouldn't suffer anymore, he may be blind, but not blind to the suffering in front of him.
Ed woke up in a room, a cream coloured room, and there wasn't much in it just a few photos and some writing utensils. However, the difference in shade made all the difference, he wasn't in a hospital, so the bastard didn't just dump him there he thought bitterly, it would be much easier to escape but it seem like Mustang didn't want to make this easy on either of him. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the door opening into the pastel room.
"Edward, are you awake?" the blind man timidly asked.
"Yeah, what do you want now bastard, haven't you gotten in enough crap because of me!" it was the coldest, calmest tone Mustang ever heard from the child.
"Does it matter, here, you need to eat something." The raven replied while playing a tray with simple congee and stir fried chicken with peppers.
"I'm leaving!" the golden child said in a firm tone.
"You're in no condition to do so….just eat something Edward." The way Mustang said it; it was too much like a parent to a sick child. Ed couldn't take it, he attempted to get up, but when he raised his body, he felt dizzy and unceremoniously settled down again.
"Ed if you don't eat, I'm going to have to feed you.' Mustang said in an amusing tone, although he was anything but amused, Edward needed to eat, at this rate, they would've lose both remaining Erics.
"Like you can bastard, I wouldn't be surprised if you stick the freaking spoon in my eye, it's not like as if you can see for shit!" Was the bitter reply that Mustang got, which he just realized….though all his worrying over Edward, he forgot his own unfortunate predicament. Would he even be able to take care of the boy, after all, this meal was ordered, if he can't even feed him properly then….what use was he. Unconsciously he turned to leave.
Edward stared at the retreating figure, it got the desired effect…but he was hesitant to leave. What processed him to say something like that to Mustang, one of the only people who could understand how he felt. Damn it! That's what he does every time, always find some freaking way to mess things up. He looked at the food, with a heavy heart, he ate a spoonful, and he finally realized how hungry he really was which led to the why again.
No matter how much he wanted to deny it, what Mustang said was the truth. Al would never encourage him to take his own life, or try something so stupid like human transmutation a second time. Hell, who knows where he'll end up if he takes his own life, he wasn't religious…but if the gate can produce the seven sins, the homunculus. He wondered where they came from before and how they were made, and the only conclusion he could come up with were the souls, spirit whatever of sinner that's why they can never die, even if their physical body was died because humans can never stop sinning. The cycle's always there…that's why father was able to get so much power, that's why the philosopher's stone's so power, its creation is from a source that never dies, the darkness in the heart of the living. The fact that they were able to stop it at all, he guessed was luck, nothing more, the virus circle of suffering and death never stop. He should've consider himself lucky that Mustang didn't just drop him like a rock when he resigned from the military, yet the man cared so much for an ungrateful brat like him, he chucked bitterly as he took another bite of the chicken.
While Ed was pondering about his priorities in life, Mustang was questioning how he was supposed to support Edward; he was a blind man for god's sake. If there was a god, couldn't they have any factors in their favor? Although he got the approval from the current head of the country, Grumman to take as much time of as he needed, he was the only one. The rest of his crew was working on rebuilding the country from the damage. He was useless, just useless, now he knew why Ed always called him a bastard, he was right alright; he barged into the kid's life thinking that he could do something…when he was even more helpless than the boy he was attempting to help. He should call Edward's former teacher right now, or the auto mail girl. They probably take care of Ed better than he would.
Finishing the last of the congee and chicken, and with a clearer mind, Ed walked down the stairs to Mustang on the phone, not wanting to cause any more trouble, he waited. When he was done talking, Ed's mind was still on how to apologize.
"Mustang-" he began but was cut off by Mustang.
"Edward, I didn't hear you coming down, since you don't want to stay here, I've arranged alternative arrangement, you'll be staying with your teacher….she'll be picking you up tomorrow." As calm a tone as he said it, there was a growing pain in his chest as the thought of Ed leaving was about to become reality.
He did that! Mustang called teacher….now really regret saying that. It wasn't that he didn't want to stay; he just didn't want to cause more trouble. Mustang really thought ahead, although he rather not go back to a place where Al's memories were still vivid. It was too much, although the man was thinking for the greater good; the only one that would suffer from this would be Mustang. The man was blind, and alone…when so much just happened, the Ishval war didn't bring him down, but all this Ed thought would.
"I'm sorry." The regret and sorrow surprised even Ed, he thought that he couldn't care but Mustang proved him wrong. While Mustang was stunned to the core, what did the boy think he done wrong now?
Author's note: Sorry for the long wait, but the summer break is here and this story will be finished. And now you get to see their perspectives, they both blame themselves. So yeah, this story won't be like 101 Milk Ways where it's part fan fiction, part news blog, I think one story's more than enough to update people on the various crazy things that are going in our world. So review. (^.^)