I want to apologize for the long wait. I had this chapter mostly done in the beginning of last week, but then I was getting my costumes ready for NYCC2011, and I didn't have time to write between prepping and work. Were any of my readers there? I want to thank EVERYONE who added this story to their faves and alerts! Please remember to review if you've got questions or comments. The next chapter is already underway and the few after that are even tentatively planned. Right now though, I can't type for shit, so I'm off to watch anime and zombie movies. Here we go with the new chapter!

Wrath? I like that...

"Shut up and go away." Naruto hissed back.

I think it's an excellent name though, don't you agree?

The man across from him continued to smirk, unaware of the second voice Naruto heard, "Did I hit a nerve?"

"I'm not Wrath." the shinobi growled out. "I'm not like that."

Yes you are. You hate so well, though you fight it...

"Oh really, now? Then who are you?"

I can't tell him my name. Can't give them anything. Just need to get out of here... what would Ero-sensei do? Naruto blinked rapidly to get the disturbing image out of his mind, Ok, um...Iruka! The idea occurred to him that one, Iruka would never be mistaken for someone with a name like Wrath unless you really knew him and two, no one ever caught him talking out loud to himself, so he would have just gone with it. No, wait, Kakashi! "I'd give you my name, but then you'd just get it dirty."

Roy just stared. It took him a few seconds to process what was said. Did he...did he just say what I think he did? Now, Mustang was a real hit with the ladies, but that wasn't to say he hadn't heard that particular turn down...er...from Havoc's stories. Sure, we'll go with that. What kind of idiot is this guy? "Well, I guess I'll just call you Stupid."

The homunculus looked highly offended. His mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing came out before he shrugged, "Fine, whatever." he muttered looking away.

The two just sat there in silence for a while. Assuming his powers are similar to Envy, it's possible that this is his 'default' form. I don't understand why 'Wrath' would have that power though. Did his creator make him with multiple abilities? Is that even possible? Mustang sighed, this speculation was getting him nowhere. "Who sent you?"

'Stupid' just shrugged, "Why do you want to know?"

He felt a headache coming on, "Why did they send you here?"

Blue eyes looked at him mischievously, "I donno, why do you think?" It was official, the homoculi was going to be difficult. Roy said nothing as the blond pulled the file closer and flipped through it, "Know what I think? You've got nothing."

"Well you know what I think?" Roy leaned in, a dangorous glint in his eyes, "I think that you believe you have a choice about answering my questions." He pulled the file away and causally stuck it under his arm before steepling his fingers, "Sorry, kid, but you're going to answer my questions. You can either answer them now while I'm still in a good mood..." He put his hands on the table, dissolving it and the chair the blond had been sitting on. The homoculi landed in an undignified heap on the ground, a yelp escaping his lips before he glared up at the man still seated, "Or you can answer them later..."

"When you're in a bad mood?" 'Stupid' stood, glaring at the Brigadier General in a way that promised violence, though the boy made no move. Why hasn't he attacked me yet? For a homunculus, he's being almost...civil. What exactly is he planning?

"I was going to say 'when I make you', actually."

The blond snorted, "Yeah, right. If you tried to make me, we'd both be in a bad mood." he crossed his arms, "I'm not gonna tell you anything, you asshole. You don't scare me."

There was a knock on the wall before the doorway opened once more. Armstrong stood in the doorway, flanked by Fuery and Hawkeye, both of whom had their weapons quickly trained on the Homoculi who just calmly raised a hand in greeting. "Yo."

Armstrong watched the room until his eyes that settled on what was left of his alchemy in the corner. He frowned, "Time's up, sir." Mustang rose, dissolving the chair before heading towards the door. "I was not expecting you to release him, Mustang."

"Oh that?" The blond pointed to the rubble behind him, "It didn't fit too well."

"Sir?"

"Stupid over there broke out of it before I got here. Think you could fix that for me, Major?"

The man who was known for his strength in alchemy just glared. He punched a fist into the door, and 'Stupid' was encased once more in rock. This time, however, he was sitting with his hands on his knees. "How's that, sir?"

Mustang looked back, "That'll do nicely, I think." I'd like to see you get out of THAT one.He was surprised that there was no outburst this time as they left the room. and sealed it shut behind them. "All right then, show's over. Back to work, all of you."

Fuery followed Mustang on the long walk back to his office with Hawkeye, "Sir, you've received a reply from the town."

"Already?"

"Yes, turns out he's actually in town right now. He said he'd be here by tomorrow morning, afternoon at the latest."

"Good. Hawkeye, have the rest of the information you've collected in my desk first thing tomorrow. No point in letting him go in blind." Mustang frowned, "I really don't know what to make of this one, I hope our friend has a little more luck getting information out of him."

"So I take it he was uncooperative, General?"

"Riza, Edward is uncooperative. This idiot..." He ground his teeth, "I couldn't even get a name from him. I don't know if he's just stupid, or really that cocky. He's trouble, that's all I'm sure of."