"He wasn't there!" Ed looked up from his position on the floor, looking up at Mustang as he raced out of his office at the second the clock hit the hour.
"What do you mean? You went to the house?"
"Yeah but he wasn't there."
"Where else could he be?"
"What about our old house?"
Mustang froze, his jet eyes glinting dangerously. "I thought that's what you meant."
Ed bit his lip. "I couldn't go okay? I checked your house just in case and then I kinda thought what if he has a gun and shoots me? I need like… a shield and I suppose I could have made one but what if it ricochets off and hits one of them. And then I think I went into shock again and spent most of the time here." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I don't get why I can't do this."
"I'm coming with you."
"No I've got to do it myself. Just walk me to house, with someone in case he struggles. And I know I'm being pathetic, but forgive me for feeling nervous about beating my little brother into a bloody pulp."
"Fine I'll call Hawkeye maybe Armstrong if I have to."
Al was sleeping, with his arms tightly around Igani. The younger boy was wide awake and was focused on Al breathing against the back of his neck. Unpleasant memories came from the sensation.
He shuddered softly and Al pulled him even tighter, despite himself he lent against Al, wriggling so the back of his head slipped into the crook of Als arm. He sniffed softly, his thoughts where racing and he seemed to be caught in a torrent of lies. He could see Ed shattering before his eyes, splitting into shards, they flew away each shard going through the kind people he had met.
His eye shot open and light seemed to have started leaking in to the house. He blinked the light spots away and rubbed his eyes. Pausing he realised the arms holding him had loosened, though before he could move the hands had pulled him back.
Al smiled at him, softly and wriggled slightly to get comfortable and ran his hands through the fair hair.
He frowned and looked out the window.
"It's light? I sent the message hours ago." He rose, knocked Igani on the floor then gripped bonds around the smaller ones wrists, dragging the boy forward on his knees.
"You brat where is he?"
"You said he was bad why do you want him? I just want to go and sort my thinking, lots of thoughts they are everywhere I might lose them. So please let me go you nasty boy."
"Shut it." Al heaved him back over to the sofa. Dumped him down and walked into the kitchen came back clutching a small but lethal knife. "If he doesn't come soon, I'm going to take you away from here."
Igani gripped Als arm and tugged lightly on the material covering it. "But if Ed is being bad like you say so, then why do you want him?"
"He's my brother I love him and want to make him better."
"I want never ending chocolate but Ed says he can not afford it, we do not get what we want. If would not have you being mean to me I would have people being nice to me and I would be safe, I could have fun. I would be happy. And I would have Elric Periti, Nerol and I would have hugs." His eyes filled up slightly. "And lots of food."
"Whatever. He wants to hurt you I'm upset, tired and horny. So if he doesn't turn up soon I'll have to play with you and Ed will just have't join in."
A/N: Review if I should keep this up
A/N2: I know really short but Its the only place I could break it, and its random. And I think I've got a serious cognitive disease were I want to make all good characters bad, I've now got it stuck in my head that I sohuld make Trisha an abusive mum.