Dangerous Waters

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Roy Mustang, the famed Flame Alchemist, was not very fond of children to say the least. The way snot dribbled out of their noses, drool dripped down their chins, their grubby hands that grabbed at everything and anything, everywhere, made Roy cringe and hold up his fingers in a cross, as if they were some unholy beasts sent straight from hell to warn him of his womanizing ways. So, when Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, found out that a certain golden haired, sun eyed 12 year old had become a State Alchemist, passing the exam with flying colors and rainbow ponies, it was an understatement to say that Roy was shocked. Who in their right minds would have such a young boy become a dog of the millitary? Oh yeah, the same person who would grab a crippled boy by his collar and yell in his face. Him. Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. And he was even more surprised when he found himself acting as a father figure for the Elric brothers. For the love of the Gate, this would be a long run...

CHAPTER 9: SURVIVAL

"EDWARD!"

He lay unmoving, bloodied golden bangs sheilding his eyes, a ever-growing pool of crimson surrounding his head like a deathy halo. Roy rushed to his side, eyes wide with a mixture of worry, fury, fear, and again, worry. He gingerly sat him up in his arms, hands brushing away his red bangs. His eyes were closed, but the wound in his head kept bleeding. He barely registered the fact that Riza had knealt next to him, her usual impassive face gone and instead replaced with a look similar to his own. He slightly shook the boy in his arms, too afraid to do anything else, as if he'd break the teen. He wasnt responding, and that wasnt a good sign. He unintentionally tuned out Riza calling his name. "Edward!" His thoughts traveled to when he first persuaded him to call him something other than Colonel Bastard, or just plain Bastard.

"You called, Colonel Bastard?" Edward said as he entered Roy's office. Actually, Roy had called him in there to talk about a link to a supposed Philosipher's Stone, but his certain "nickname" brought his attention elsewhere. "About that, Edward. I think it's time for you to start adressing me with some respect" The blonde blinked. "What's wrong with what I call you now?" The elder man scowled. "Bastard, Colonel Bastard, and Asshole arent appropriate names for me. After all, I am your superior officer, and the only father figure you have." Edward thought long about this and scowled at the memory of Hoenhiem. " I guess youre right..." He muttered under his breath. "You are a better...Dad than that douche who left me, Mom and Al..." Roy nodded, knowing the memory was painful for the boy. They had come to an understanding of sorts, and Edward found that he was...comfortable in the older man's comapny. As if he didnt have to act or feign toughness around him. Although he'd beat anyone if they had even insinuated that he was a wimp. Edward nodded. "Ok then...Dad. Ill guess Ill be seeing you around?" Roy nodded, a small smile forming behind his folded hands. "Indeed you will...Son."

Roy was roughly brought back from his trip down memory lane when two pairs of hands reached for Edward. He nearky snarled, his grip on the unconscious teen tightening. He felt a hand on his arm and looked up to see Riza's reassuring face next to his. "Sir, I need to to give him to the paramedics. The bullet ony grazed him, but it'll be bad if he loses anymore blood. He'll be fine, Ill make sure of it. She already felt bad enough for not stopping this, and she swore on the Gate she would fine those men and fill them with bullets until nothing was left except what looked like swiss cheese. Roy reluctantly relinquished his hold on the still bleeding Edward, watching as the paramedics gently layed him onto the streatcher. "Dad.." A voice echoed in his head, and he blinked. He heard it again, and then realized that he was the now semi-conscous Edward calling him from the stretcher. He was immediately by his side, looking into his eyes, disliking how dull they looked. "Wh-what happened?" The boy choked out in a hoarse voice, his head swimming. "Youre hurt again, Edward. We're just taking you to get stitched up is all." He gave him a reasurring nod and a small smile only he could see. "Y-Yeah? Ok...damn...hurts like a mother..." And with once final huff, he passed out again.

Well then...thats that? xD Youll have to wait for the next chapter, dorks! UNTIL THEN, MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA ! *cough cough* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! *wheeze, hack* REVIEW! *goes off to find some Vick's*
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