Should I put Ed and Igani together? I've been asked about it on other sites if I would, but I want to know if everyone would be okay with that. It'd be when Igani's older, and depend on if it felt right. But you know just in case.


The strange fair man moved away to sit on the end of the bed Igani was on, he was making strange noises and they seemed to be directed at the man with shadowy hair. He watched them for a minute fascinated by them.

He glanced around the room, happiness swelled in his chest and he hugged himself. As far as he knew this fitted in with his idea, that everything that had happened to him was normal, he believed he had been taken out because he was considered old enough. He looked at Mustang and Ed, he wasn't sure, but he loved Ed as a Dad already. But he was still worried that if he didn't behave like they all did he would be put back in the cellar.

He put his hands into the coat for his toys, and froze. They weren't there, he put his hand over his mouth and bit back the urge to cry and looked around. He spotted them by the door and let a squeal of happiness.

The men looked at him as he moved. Igani hadn't realised he was being watched, and was about to attempt walking, when he remembered.

Al struck him across the face, knocking him into the wall and his vision changed colour and faded to black.

He tensed up and glanced round, the two men looked away as he did.

Igani worried his lip, surly now he was out, he should be using his legs? Using the bed for support walked forward two steps before his legs gave way and he fell. He let out a small cry when he hit the floor and scraped his knee. He looked down at the red liquid seeping through the thin material, it wasn't a deep cut, but stung slightly and the shock of being hurt outside of the cellar caused him to cry, hard.

Ed moved towards him, to pick him up from the floor, but the boy screamed and pushed away.

"Ganno, ganno, rhiani dim samurit, ganno." Ed bent and gently lifted the boy. (1)

Mustang stared at the youngest blonde, he hadn't heard him speak before, just his small squeals. His voice, though similar to Ed's, had none of his cockiness, no trace of any accent (he hadn't even realised Ed had one in the first place), it was softer and gentler and timid. It held no trace of Ed's confidence, and was completely childlike.

He was snapped back to attention by Ed's voice, he was speaking in a quiet and gentle way, and it seemed more like Igani's (they had two separate voices and it didn't seem right to say it was Ed's) just with confidence and was slightly deeper.

"What's wrong? Come on its okay, you're a big boy you don't want to cry."

The younger blonde trembled as Ed held him, he glanced over to his toys and settled into Ed's chest.

He whispered "Findal." (2)

Mustang glanced over to the dolls and brought them to the boy, who gave a slight smile in thank you. Mustang smiled back, he couldn't tell Ed about the letter, and it would just upset him.

He turned to leave leaving the two sitting on the bed, left for his office placed the paper on the desk and set it alight.


Ed screwed his eyes tighter.

The poking became harder, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself smiling.

The poking stopped and he received a gentle punch in his back. Ed bit harder in order to stop himself from laughing.

He heard a slight padding noise then it faded, he opened his eyes slightly then the padding came back and he screwed his eyes up.

Next to his shock something soft pattered onto his face followed by something cold and wet and he leapt up shrieking.

Ed stared down at Igani who was smiling sweetly at him while holding an empty vase.

The two blondes stared at each other and a flower fell from Ed's hair.

Igani had been away from the cellar for 3 months, and as Ed had said he had improved quickly though was still unable to walk without support.

"Igani."

"Ed, up, up. Now! I be bored so come on." The younger boy pulled himself to his feet using Ed.

"I was sleeping!"

"I know. But up you work now, yes and go to fun. I been bored long time now."

"Right."

After the usual messing about getting them both ready, they set off to headquarters. Ed dropped Igani of at the physiotherapy, and went to work.

He sat at his desk, thinking back.

Winry had been contacted about Alphonse, and had come to see them both. Igani took to her straight away which he initially thought of as a bonus. But the boy seemed to delight in telling people the stupid things he did, and Winry had defiantly delighted in rubbing it in his face.

He hadn't heard from her in a while. When they had first found the boy, she had rung every day, then every week, and then stopped except for one stressed phone call.

She had been the first one to figure out his name, the rest of them had been trying to persuaded the boy to call himself chest.

Al still hadn't been found, he wasn't a priority. The law didn't seem to see rape as one of the major crimes.

Ed frowned, he wanted to beat the bastard within in a inch of his life, but he wasn't sure he would be able too. He still loved his little brother, it was the Alphonse Elric he had become that he despised.

He was jolted back to the real world by Mustang dumping paperwork onto his desk.

"Hi Ed?" looking down the corridor, Igani was sitting with a smile, he glanced at the clock.

"Hi there." The younger blonde frowned.

"You've got name wrong more time."

"Where's the Doctor?"

"Bye, bye, she."

The boy smiled and stood up, using the wall. Ed moved to help him, then stopped as Igani walked unsupported toward him.

"I did it Ed." Ed caught the boy, gave him a quick squeeze and sat him down with the toy cars they kept in his desk.

Once Igani was busy playing, Ed went towards the phone and dialled Winry.

It was a while before she answered, and she sounded out of breath. "Hi."

"Winry. Hi."

Her voice became tense and quiet. "Oh Edward, its you."

"Yeah, I was calling to see how you are and…"

"Put the boy on."

Ed frowned. "His name's…"

"Put him on."

"Winry…"

"Put him on!" Her voice was rising and shrieking in his ear, it was unnerving.

He passed the phone to the small blonde, who held it and yelped when Winry started talking again.

Ed moved it so it was against the boys ear and instructed him to tell the girl hello.

"Hi, it's Winry." The girl's voice was still tense, but it had lightened slightly.

"Winry? You not in sight, are you where?"

"Well Igan…it. Your Daddy's here, he want to talk to you."

"Hello? I've just called to tell you your Daddy loves you very much. You've got to call me Daddy now, I'm hoping some things are leaking through to you…will you turn into a person? No, I guess not, just get some words programmed in. Oh and don't listen to what Ed says to you. He's lying to everyone, he knew and kept you down there. Don't worry, Daddy will come back for you, I'll be there. I can't believe everyone fell for those lies, I mean it's obvious out of the two who's the bad one."

The voice on the other end rattled on and breezy sigh drifted down the phone. "Oh darling, don't listen. It was him, I'll take my two Ed's and we'll have all that fun again. Bye Darling, I'm going to try with Winry to get some more ideas." The sound of struggling broke out.

"She's not giving in yet, I'll find someone else if she doesn't, I'm getting stronger again you know. I'll have you both and I can take you and he can take me. We'll have fun, but he's being stupid now. Bye" The phone went dead

The young blonde handed the phone back to Ed.

"What did she say?"

"Winry's a Daddy."

"Hmm?"

"She said she was Daddy and use a silly voice." The blonde smiled while Ed gave him a look of concern.

"Are you sure it was Winry?"

"Said so, you gave you know. I wanna go popping."

"Toilet, it's called going to the toilet."

"Yes but I called it popping."


A/N: Review If i should keep this up

(1)Sorry, sorry, please no hurt, sorry.

(2) toys

A/N2: Hmm bit werid I used part of my name for a word, anyway, he's getting more like he is in the orginal. Also any really weird things in this can be blamed on me cutting my foot open and gushing blood everywhere (I'll always have an excuse, I'm a clumsy sod).