Second Chances
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Chapter Three: War
Roy Mustang or General Mustang as he is now called tries to hide his surprise when Edward Elric walks threw his door. Despite the sudden arrival he manages to maintain his composure and smile.
"Didn't think I'd ever see you walk through my doors again," the black haired man muses. "What can I do for you?"
"I need my state alchemist position back," Edward states. "Something is going on. We didn't just come back here. Alphonse and I are going to figure things out and stop it!" Mustang folds his fingers and rests his chin on top of them.
"Edward," Mustang says a dead serious tone in his voice. "Do not return to the military." Edward's eyes narrow.
"Why not," the blond exclaims. "If you think I can't hand it-"
"It has nothing to do with it," Roy raises his hand to stop the oncoming rant. "We're at war Edward. State Alchemist is used as weapons in war. And the Xing are stopping at nothing."
"How did it even start," Edward asks crossing his arms. "I thought the Xing we're peaceful people!" Mustang drags his hand along his face. Suddenly he looks much tiered. Very tired and very old.
"We we're trying to set up trade with the Xing," Mustang sighs. "It was going well until someone murdered a member of their royal family. They demanded we hand over the culprits but no one was ever proven. So they attacked…"
"But I haven't seen any Xing," Edward says. "Everything seems normal?" Mustang looks down.
"They had to go through something to get to us…"
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Scar falls to his knees in the sand and screams. From smoke can be seen rising from the city three miles away. The wind whips at his face and it makes the smell of burning and destruction comes to his nose. His hands shake in rage and he can't believe this is happening again.
"It's better not to look," Chance says walking up behind him. "It gets harder every time." Scar forces himself to turn away from the scene of misery.
"Did I wake you up," Scar asks. Chance shrugs and offers him a hand (despite the fact he is far too small to help Scar up). Scar looks at the offered left hand and realizes it's not real. It's a prosthetic. Not auto mail but fairly well made. Chance sees he is staring and Chance flushes.
"Err yeah," he pulls his hand back. "My legs too…I guess…yeah…"
"How did it happen," Scar asks, he feels concerned though he doesn't know why. Chance shrugs again.
"It's gross," Chance says. Scar rolls his eyes.
"Try me," the man says. Chance sighs and tugs on Scar's sleeve back to the cave. He looks up at the night sky.
"There was an explosion," Chance says. "My legs got crushed, beyond repair; the bones were sticking out in like three places. Than they got infected and they got amputated."
"That is kind of gross," Scar says. Chance laughs. Scar wonders how he can manage to be happy.
"So this is really happening again," Scar says when they reach the mouth of the cave. Chance looks down at his feet.
"Yeah," Chance says. "It's War…"
A/N: God I want fluff
