FMAddict: I'm sorry this is so late. D: I'm having terrible writers block with this one. I'll try to be better. ToT
Thanks everyone for reviewing! n.n I hope you guys can forgive this lateness...
Riza Hawkeye found herself outside of Roy's apartment around five forty. She had run into a rather bad looking crash site, and had to stay the extra ten minutes just to wait for it to clear. Funny, car crashes had spiked in numbers ever since the Fullmetal Alchemist had died because of one. She hesitated, wondering if she should knock just yet. She could hear Roy and the teenager talking inside. Finally, she knocked, stepping back to wait.
"...memories back, and—Oh, Captain." Roy opened the door, stepping back to allow her entrance. Riza accepted, instantly coming face to face with e violet eyed teenager from before. Edward's eyes roamed over her form again, before giving a snort of annoyance and tossing his head to the side. It was an unusually familiar gesture that Edward often did. Roy came back, crossing his arms.
"What if we can't?" The young man spoke up. Roy sighed, "Then we don't." He replied. Riza blinked, shifting away from Edward out of caution. She didn't like the teenager. He was much more...well, sexually aware than the kid. Highly aware, in fact. She cleared her throat.
"I think we should get going." She said. Both men turned to her. Roy nodded, but Edward hesitated. He then jerked a thumb at Roy, frowning.
"Why does that bastard have to come? Ever since I got here, he's been asking me questions I don't know the answers to! And if I ever ask a question about who I was before, he can't answer me either!" He said, crossing his arms. Riza rolled her eyes.
"Now, now, Edward. Colonel Mustang is only doing his job." She said. Roy offered an melodramatic sigh, before taking a step towards the door.
"Let's just go already. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible."
So this was where the trio could be found almost a half hour later, two of them holding shovels and the last one looking around irritably.
"I still don't see why we have to do this. If I'm here, there shouldn't be a body." Edward mumbled. Roy waved a hand at him as they approached the graves.
"Oh, hush you. We need no comments from the peanut gallery."
"The peanut gallery?! Damn it old man, you're such a dick!"
"Edward! Watch your language." Riza warned. Apparently, this woman wasn't too keen on the idea of bringing the teenager along. Roy found the right grave then, looking up.
"It's here. Let's get digging." He said. Riza nodded, readying her shovel. Edward rolled his eyes, plopping down on the ground crossed legged and crossing his arms. After several minutes of just digging, Roy sat back.
"Break," He panted, wiping perspiration from his forehead. Riza nodded, setting her shovel down.
"I don't get you guys," Edward said bluntly, "all this, and there's probably not even a body down there!" He said. Roy shot him a glare, before holding his shovel up.
"You want to complain? You dig, then." He said, hefting himself out of the hole. Edward sighed and jumped in, starting to dig. "You people are too old to be digging, anyway." He said hotly. Riza scoffed, following after Roy.
"Well then, you can dig the rest of the hole since you're so full of youth." She said stoically. She then settled down next to Roy. Edward just shrugged, starting to dig. After a few minutes, Edward stopped.
"I...I hit something..." He said. He stood there for a few seconds, before pitching forwards and knocking against the dirt wall. He promptly vomited then, grasping at his stomach. Roy's eyes widened and he grabbed the teen.
"Easy!" He said, lifting the blond to sit on the edge of the grave. Edward panted heavily, leaning to the side and vomiting blood. Something was in that coffin. He didn't know how he knew, but he sure as hell felt it.
Roy nodded to Riza, and together they dug the casket out and pulled it from the hole. Roy collapsed against it, eyes narrowed.
"Damn...surely there's...something in there. It can't...can't be empty..." He mumbled. Riza nodded, also trying to regain her breath. Edward had recovered, and was now making his way over to the casket. This was the moment of truth. Without much hesitation, he threw the lid off. Roy was surprised at the little effort the blond had supplied to the task, but the expression the teen wore was priceless; surprise, shock, and disappointment.
"There's a body in there. I must not be him." He mumbled quietly, slumping to sit against the casket and sighing heavily. Another let-down. Great. Roy grunted, getting to his knees and peering into the box.
"Means nothing. I just wanted to rule this out. You're a very unique person, Edward. Nobody could imitate you. I'm sure it's you."
Why else would my stomach do flip flops when I look at you?
Edward sighed. "You say I'm this teen prodigy that got into the military when I was just a kid; the Fullmetal alchemist, hero of the people. But I sure don't feel obligated to take that title again." He said, running a pale hand through his flaxen locks.
"We'll find out why you're here." Roy promised. Despite the radical personality change and the eyes, Roy was absolutely sure that this teen was their Edward.
"Got any six's?"
"No."
"Damn! Are you sure? I've called out every number by now!"
"Well, everything except Aces." Edward grinned, holding five aces up. Havoc's jaw dropped.
"Th-That's impossible! There's no way that there are five aces in this deck. I own it, and I've never seen that many."
"Well, I'm magic." Edward said, smirking widely.
"Or you're cheating." Jean replied. They both looked up as Maria Ross came in, a thick packet held under her arm. She raised a brow at the two, then shrugged.
"Good Day, Havoc! ...Edward." She nodded towards the teen, noticing his wandering eyes. Just as she was about to move, Edward turned and stomped back to Roy's office, entering and slamming the door.
Havoc and Ross glanced at each other, both silently wondering about the teen's odd behavior.
Roy looked up as Edward slammed the door behind himself, moving over to the couch and sitting down. His expression seemed to be pissed off. But he had just been content playing cards with Havoc, hadn't he?
"I don't get it," Edward mumbled, hand splayed out over his face, "nobody leaves an impression on me." He looked up, glaring at Roy. The man in question frowned.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. Edward shifted his position to lay on his back, tucking his hands behind his head.
"Well, before I got here, I was...somewhere...I don't know where I was. But this thing...the gate. The Gate told me who I was. He also said that he was sending me here to find the one I loved. It said I wasn't supposed to die." The blond replied. Roy stood up, obviously encouraged by the new information.
"Why didn't you tell me, Edward?! We have something to go—," He stopped as he remembered the blond's words.
He also said that he was sending me here to find the one I loved.
Roy swallowed thickly. So Edward had already loved somebody? For some reason, this saddened Roy. But he couldn't be mad at the blond for that. He had to support him.
"Alright. We'll just have to find that person, then."