GM: Lol. Did I say within the week? I meant later today. XD I'm getting right down to it and starting it back up. I want to thank those that can forgive me for temporarily abandoning this story. Really, don't be afraid to message me and drag me through the mud about it! A writer should never leave their readers and reviewers unless it's for reeeaaally good reasons. Oh, and this chapter is rated M. Very slightly due to Edwards mouth.

Also, I should probably explain a few things hence reviews.

MustangTaisaNoKoibito said: Hey that was a good chapter, although im still a bit confused on the whole grave thing because if edward came back then how come there is still a body in the casket?

Answer: Well, Edward's body is still Edward's body. The gate gave him a physical form once he crossed over, and it was based (based being the keyword here) on his features he had as a human. It's a homunculus's body, just not a complete one. Think of it as having the process an embryo would. The embryo forms from tiny little cells, and eventually it grows into a full-fledged fetus. Everything has an 'in-between stage'. This is what Edward's 'new' body is.

Very Swampeh said: There's gotta be some connection between the body and Ed, since Ed spent some time vomiting all over the coffin.

Answer. Yes, you'd be right. :] Edward's soul is in the new body. It's inhabiting it. But the soul was once bound to that decaying human body, and because of this, the soul has a connection with it. It will never get to re-enter the body, but the feeling of need that the connection emanates makes his new body physically ill if he gets too close to it.

GreedxEd said: This is very interesting. It has me questioning why Ed died or went away in the first story if he wasn't suppose too...

Answer: Indeed. That is exactly why Roy feels the car crash was an accident. There was no ice on the roads, traffic was being careful, so why would he have gotten hit in the first place? Makes you wonder... ;)

A week had passed, and there was still no sign of Edward anywhere.

The search hadn't dropped a bit. Roy and Riza were still searching, as well as the rest of the military. Once Roy had realized that his two-person search party wasn't enough, he had gotten every person he knew involved.

Still, nothing was turning up. There had been a few sights of a strange blond male walking around Central. The first time Roy had gone to investigate, it had opened another case and the search of Edward Elric had been placed on temporary hold.

There were alchemy circles drawn in blood showing up in random places all over Central. There was no explanation for them, and they were so detailed—nobody even had a clue as to what they meant. Not even Roy, who was a pretty skilled alchemist.

After that first week had passed, Roy became more determined than ever to find Edward. As important as the case at hand became, Roy just couldn't concentrate on it. All he seemed to think about was whether Edwas was alright—alive, even—or not. He elicited a tired sigh, running his fingers through his hair and standing from his office chair. Paperwork was building up, but he still blatantly refused to do it.

"Sir, there has been another siting!" Hawkeye bustled into the room, thick orange envelope tucked under her arm. "We have been requested to the crime scene—the blond haired stranger has been caught."

Roy's attention focused on Riza. "Let's go, then." Although his words were filled with authority and confidence, he felt annoyed and tired by the case. He shoved his chair under the desk, striding to the door. "Grab my extra pair of gloves and an umbrella. It looks like it might rain." Roy said, turning to look at his first lieutenant.

"Sir." Hawkeye acknowledged, before stepping around him.

The streets were busy today, people moving from and to work, some on their lunch break, or some just getting out due to being couped up from the cold weather. Both Roy and Riza's footsteps crunched through the snow as they made their way to the scene of the crime. This time, it had been stated that the scene had been made just outside of the pet shop, and the perpetrator had been detained.

Like before, the same transmutation circle met the eyes of the two military personnel as they approached the shop. This time, it was on the door. Riza moved ahead, grabbing the door and holding it open for Roy. The man nodded in thanks, stepping into the shop. Riza moved in behind him.

The smell of the shop wasn't actually that bad. The strong scents of cats and dogs were present, but it was obvious that you would get that smell from such a place. Roy ignored the excited barks and meows of the animals, stepping forward to the counter.

"Good evening, sir," Roy greeted the man at the counter, "I hear you have the suspect detained. Where is he, might I ask?" Roy just wanted to get straight to the point.

The man seemed to understand the urgency, adjusted his small spectacles atop his nose. "I have him in a large kennel in the back. You'd be surprised how hard it was to detain him for being so small of a man..." The shop owner shrugged, but jumped as a loud crash was heard. Not even five seconds passed before there was a flurry of commotion, and the man was on the floor sprawled onto his back. The "blond stranger" was straddling him, hands around his neck.

"Small!" He snarled, "I'll give you small, you bumbling old codger! I'll blow your lips up! You won't even dare say that word ever again to me!" The blond was outraged.

Roy came to a quick realization of just who was straddling the man, and strode forwards to grab a fistful of the flaxen locks and drag the teen off of him. "Edward!" He barked, so many emotions in that name. Anger, hurt, confusion, worry—where had the young man been?

It only took two seconds for Edward to realize what position he was in, and as quick as a flash he had turned and grabbed Roy's wrist, yanking his hand from his hair and moving around him. He kneed him in his back, forcing the older man down to his knees. "Who the hell do you think you are, old man? You got the wrong guy." The teen dug his knee harder into the man's back, quickly sending him onto his stomach. In the time it had taken Edward to disable his former commanding officer, Riza had pulled her gun out and cocked it, and was now aiming it at the back of the teen's head.

"Move away from him or I'll shoot." she said seriously. When the teen didn't move, Riza issued a warning shot into the ceiling. The teen jumped, moving away from Roy slowly.

Roy slowly got up to his feet again, fingers poised to snap. "Sir, you are under arrest for defiling a public service, as well as assaulting military personnel." He knew this was Edward; why was the kid acting like he didn't know him?

He'd get answers. Willing or unwilling, he would get the teen to tell him what was going on.

"Where were you last Thursday evening?" Roy sat in the small interrogation room, the only thing separating him and Edward being a small table and a slate holding his wrists.

Edward's mouth twitched in annoyance, and he spit across the table at Roy. The man dodged the flying saliva, reaching forwards and grabbing the teen's jaw. He squeezed hard, and the blond grunted in pain. "I could break your jaw in a second. Tell me where you were." Edward studied those onyx orbs, his own eyes narrowed in fury and hatred. There was anger in those dark eyes, but the blond could swear he saw hurt there too.

"I was staying in an apartment." He stated, vaguely. He shoved Roy back with his restrained hands, propping his feet on the table.

"What apartment? Were you with anybody?" Roy pressed, fueling the teen's irritation toward him.

"Yes. I was with my family." He stated bluntly.

Roy lifted a brow. Family? "Who is this family? Elaborate." He replied.

"It's just this group of people. None of us really look alike, but we have the same eyes." As Edward explained, Roy gained a clear picture as to what "group of people" Edward was talking about. "Homunculus..." Roy breathed, eyes wide. Wait a minute. A homunculus! One of them had done this to him! "Edward, they're the enemy! Why in the world would you ever consider joining—,"

Roy was abruptly interrupted by the blonde. "Enemy! Yeah fucking right, bastard! Don't make me laugh. The only enemy around here is you." Edward snarled venomously. "And if you ever call me Edward again, I'll cut off your balls and spoon-feed them to you."

The dark haired man knew the blonde wasn't joking. It actually hurt him to see the young man act like this. Sure, Edward was a loud mouthed idiotic brat, but he was never this nasty. His Edward would have never went to this extreme. "What am I to call you, then?" He asked after a moment.

Edward shrugged in reply. "My family calls me Pride. I fucking hate it." The blond seemed aloof about the subject. After several minutes of heavy silence, Roy stood from his seat.

"Alright, Pride," He said, quietly, "I'll be back to talk to you tomorrow." He didn't need this anymore. Rather, he couldn't handle it anymore. What was he supposed to do? Things had been progressing fine. They were going to find the one Edward loved so he would know what to do next. All he wanted was the best for the blond. And yet, things were not happening the way he wanted them to happen. Now, Edward had no clue who he was, and he was one of them—having some unexplainable grudge towards their military.

As Roy left the building and headed home, he couldn't help but wonder what he was supposed to do now. He would obviously help Edward; he loved the blond. Why wouldn't he help him? But the kind of help the now homunculus wanted...Roy wanted no part of helping him with any of that. He sighed discontentedly, stopping at the end of the street to wait for the cars to pass so he could cross. After a moment, he was pulled from his inner thoughts.

A lot of those cars were headed in the direction of headquarters. He considered going back to see what the commotion was about, but decided against it. He hurried across the street, stopping as he made it to the other side and doubled over to catch his breath. As soon as he straightened back up again, he felt a physical pain erupt in the back of his head, and his vision went black.

"Roy...The flame alchemist. Fancy meeting you here."

"What the hell?" Roy didn't know where he was. It was...white. Everything was. There was a huge door behind him, and a white being sitting before him. It was ominous, missing it's facial features. In fact, every feature it should have had was missing. "Where am I?"

"In the gate. Well, your soul is, anyway. Is there a reason you have traveled to see me, flame alchemist? Is it about the fullmetal alchemist? Edward?"

"I'm not sure wh—wait. You know Edward?" Roy was baffled. How did this spirit-like being know Edward?

"Aaah, yes. So you're the one." The being grinned. "You're the one he's after." He spoke, then the grin vanished. "It seems that the alchemist has run into problems...his memories have been distorted. Locked away in the very depths of his soul."

The faceless being knew that this was a problem. With Edward having no memory, he couldn't succeed in his task.

"You'll have to help him," the being ultimately decided, "help him remember who he is."

"How would I do that?" Roy asked, taking a step forwards. The being grinned at him again.

"Show him that you care, flame alchemist. You are the one he loves, and only you can bring those memories back. When his other half comes to accept you as well, he will become whole again. The fullmetal alchemist will be completely whole once more."

The words seemed so promising, that Roy knew at once that he had to do it. He would help Edward.

"Roy..."

He knew that he could do it.

"Roy..."

He loved Edward.

"Roy."

He would do anything for him.

"Roy!"

Roy sat up, immediately startled from his dream-like state. He was in a hospital room, in a bed with his head bandaged tightly. "What's going on? What happened?" He frantically tried to understand where he was and what had happened.

Riza stood next to him, looking down at him with a touch of concern. "Edward escaped, sir," she explained, "he attacked you." she added.

"Dammit..." Roy grunted, sitting up. "I have to find him. We have to find him. Get me released, now lieutenant." He demanded.

"But sir, you—," Riza's words were cut off by Roy's biting tone.

"That was an order, lieutenant!" He said, gritting his teeth as he swung his legs over the side of the cot. He had a massive headache. That little monster would pay. When he found him, he was going to beat the shit out of him.

But he would have to find him first.

Sooo, there you have it. Next chapter will be updated tomorrow or day after tomorrow, depending on what I have to get done. Hope you guys liked this chapter. :D