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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.....I'm just
playing with them.

Author's
note:

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading through this chapter and finding all my many
mistakes.

Chapter
14

“Stop!”
Ed commanded, frowning in concentration.

“God!
You're so frigging heavy...” Roy complained, shoving the man
on his shoulder's closer towards the ceiling.

“Just!
Wait! Will you?” Ed wiggled through the opening, trying to
work his right shoulder out from the corner it was stuck on.

“Hurry
up! You weigh a ton!” Roy shoved again in annoyance.

“SHUT
up! I'm not fat!” Ed tried to drag his shoulder towards
himself.

“Who
said anything about fat...small maybe...” Roy mumbled, and
shoved once more.

“What
did you say?”

“I'm
letting go now.”

“Ah,
almost...” Ed freed his shoulder and heaved himself up into
the air vent. He looked around and was pleased to note that it was
spacious enough for them to move about on their hands and knees, and
allow them to turn around with space to spare. The conduit and wires
that shared this space with the ventilation was encased along bottom
edges with only a small metal lip to protect them. “Here, come
on up.” Ed turned around and reached down with his auto-mail.

“Just
sec, I got to stage the room,” said Roy, turning away from Ed's
hand.

“Eh?”
Ed watched as Roy grabbed his jacket and threw it up to his dangling
hand. Pulling the jacket into the vent beside him, he let his arm
hang down once more. The banging from outside the room increased and
became more concerted, slowly shifting the shelving unit inwards.

“I
noticed another vent along the floor here. We'll make it look like
we went that way.” Roy explained as he shoved another cabinet
in front of the door to buy them time with a loud crash. He then
moved the shelf hiding the floor vent aside and pulled off the metal
grate covering it, throwing it on the floor carelessly. Taking one
last look around, Roy was satisfied that this was the best they could
do under the circumstances.

Looking
up into the blond's face framed in the ceiling with his long bangs
hanging down, falling in his eyes, Roy's heart gave a weird little
flutter. Frowning, he wondered what that was about.

“What?”
Ed asked, seeing Roy frown up at him. “Do I have a booger?”
Ed wiped at his nose.

“No,
I was just trying to figure out how to get myself up there.”
Roy made a face at Ed for his bluntness, which Ed didn't see.

“Jump.
Here I'll lie on my stomach.” Ed lay down on his stomach and
spread out his body, bracing himself inside the vent. His hand
dropped a few more inches. “And I'll catch you, and pull you
up.”

Shrugging
his shoulders, Roy took a few steps back. Sprinting, Roy ran at the
hand and launched himself, latching onto the out stretched limb with
both of his hands.

“Ugh!”
Ed slid a few inches towards the opening, his auto-mail felt like it
was going to rip from his body. “Now...who's...fat.”
grunted Ed, heaving Roy up towards the vent opening. “Grab on.
Ugh!”

As
soon as he was able to reach the lip of the vent, Roy took some of
the weight off of the smaller man and yanked himself up. Ed's other
hand reached over his back and caught hold of his belt and pants
pulling him up. Roy was pushed under the blond's body. He wiggled
forward to give Ed more room, and him, a chance to turn around.

“Your
jacket.” Ed slid the garment back at Roy, and then reached
across the opening to retrieve the grate and fit it into place.
“Which way do we want to head in?” Ed asked as he snapped
the grate into place.

“Lets
head in that direction.” Roy pointed in front of Ed. With the
vent now in place the only illumination was coming from the room
below and an emergency light at the far end of the shaft, which cast
no real light where they crouched.

“Okay.”
Ed crawled forward over the vent grate and into the growing
darkness. Every other 'step' Ed would clank somewhat as his metal
knee pressed into the vent floor.

“Wait,”
Roy hissed at Ed after they had only gone a crawled a few feet. He
reached out and pulled on Ed's hip turning him to sit on his butt.
“We can't have you making that much noise.”

“I
can't help it,” Ed said through clenched teeth, glaring at Roy
who was almost nose to nose with him. He hoped his flushed face
would be mistaken for the after affects of the fever he was still
recovering from and not from the proximity to one another.

“Slide
on your--”

The door to their room
was forcefully opened and they could hear the soldiers rushing in,
shoving the shelf and cabinet aside. Roy and Ed both froze,
listening to the commotion.

“They're
not here—”

“Look
they went down the vent—”

“They
went down a level.”

“There's
a soldier in here, he's alive. Pull yourself together, man.”

Roy glanced over at Ed,
and he shrugged in response. When Ed pointed down the vent, Roy
shook his head no, and then pointed to Ed's leg.

Well,
what then?
Ed mouthed silently. Wait
here?
He pointed at the ground between himself and Roy.

Roy pressed his lips.
He didn't want to wait here anymore then Ed did, but they couldn't
move away with Ed alerting the soldier to their presence. Roy sat
back on his heels thinking about what they ought to do now, when Ed
tapped him on the shoulder.

“It
got quiet,” Ed whispered, leaning away from the other man in
order to give himself a bit more room.

Roy paused and listened.
Frowning, he pivoted around and slid back to the vent, and looked
down into the now empty room. “Let's go.” Roy slid
around once more and pushed on Ed's shoulder to get him moving.

“Are
they gone?” Ed asked over his shoulder, as he shuffled along in
front of Roy. The slight clanking was now no longer an issue with no
one to hear them.

“Yes,
let's hurry,” Roy urged the blond.

Ed turned back and
smiled cockily at Roy, “This is kinda fun, don't you—Whaaaa!”
Ed windmilled his arms as he tried to reach back, flailing for a
grip on Roy, as he teetered on the edge of an abrupt downward shaft
that seemed to come from nowhere.

Roy's eyes widened, and
his hand shot out to paw at the hand that was thrust in his face, but
he couldn't seem to get a good hold of it. Ed's other hand shot out
and gripped the shirt on Roy's shoulder, pulling him with Ed down the
dark shaft.

- - - -

Al peeked around the
corner and watched the retreating backs of the five soldiers. They
had come very close to being caught out in the open with no where to
hide, but then the soldiers had stopped and turned around, leaving
them free for the moment.

Sighing, Al sagged back
into the wall. They had to find somewhere to hold up for a while.
The traffic was getting a little too heavy for them to be wondering
around aimlessly. Al glanced at Noa and quirked a smile. For the
woman's sanity at least, Al would have to find somewhere where they
could relax, even if it was only for a little while.

Noa returned Al's smile
and tried to force her body to relax. Which of course didn't do
anything to help her relax in the slightest. She worried about their
chances of getting out of here. This place was a maze of corridors,
with no apparent rhyme or reason to it all, at least none that she
could see. She was starting to think that Al's bravado was just for
her sake, and that made her soften in all the right places.

She wondered if her
intuition was correct, but she wouldn't invade his personal space to
confirm it. When she had rushed into his arms in the holding area,
she didn't detect anything out of the ordinary coming from him, and
she hadn't probed further either. She really did want to know, but
she also wanted to find out in the normal way, just like anyone else.
She wanted to find out if Al liked her like any woman would, slowly.

Al led the way down his
chosen path and made sure to keep his ears pleaded for anything out
of the ordinary. As he listened, he started to make out a deep thrum
coming up through the floor. Tilting his head to the side he tried
to locate the source of the the noise.

“Hear
that?” He asked behind him, as he slowed to a stop. Silence
met his question. Al looked back to see Noa and Isabella straining
to hear what he had.

“I
hear humming,” Isabella said.

“Coming
from...over that way.” Noa pointed down the hall in front of
them and towards the floor.

Al cocked his head to
the side and nodded, yup it was just as Noa had said. “Let's
check it out.” Al waved over his shoulder and led his motley
crew down the hall.

- - - -

“Roy,
why do you cry?” A warm gravelly voice rumbled behind him. A
large weather beaten brown hand gripped his small shoulder.

“Cause
momma says we can't see you anymore.” Roy sniffled and wiped
his face on his dirty shirt sleeve.

“Why
does she say this thing?” his Grandpa asked as he sat beside
the small boy on the cliff edge.

“S-she
says you're filling my head with...with...” Roy faulted as he
debated on if he should repeat what his mother had actually said.

“Nonsense?”
an amused voice asked. Roy looked over to see his Grandpa smiling at
his unease.

“Sort
of... but she used a bad word,” Roy whispered, as if he were
tattle telling on his mother. Momma always said tattle tellers were
the worst.

“I
see. Momma always knows best, Roy.” Roy's grandpa looked off
into the dark hills. Roy looked too, studying the way the shadows
made new shapes in the moonlight of the familiar landscape.

“But
I don't want to leave Grandpa, I love you. I wanna stay and play
with you in the hills.” Roy could feel the tears come back as
he thought about never seen his Grandpa ever again.

“Ah,
I see.” The man fell silent for some time. Roy's sniffles
soon calmed down to mere hiccups before his grandfather spoke again.
“I will tell you of a dream I had last night. In this dream,
you are a grown man, and you come to me after a long time away, and
you bring with you strangers. One of the strangers is hurt and
broken. The elders are waiting for this man and once he's healed by
our medicine, you will then be freed from your daemons. So remember
that we will see each other once again.” Roy slid over and
burrowed into his Grandpa's side.

“Yes,
Grandpa...” he whispered.

- - - -

“Oh...”
Roy shifted his arm slowly as his conciseness fought towards the
surface. Why did he hurt so much? His chest was rising and falling
in a different tempo then his own breathing, he noticed, and his
muddled mind puzzled over this. Grandpa?
Why am I remembering that now?
Roy wondered.

Suddenly the ground
beneath him shifted. Still only half conciseness, he struggled to
push himself away from the soft, shifting ground. He cracked his
eyes open and blinked twice to clear his sight to stare at what he
was resting on.

Edward was lying spread
eagle on his back, with his head turned away from Roy, and he had
begun to wheeze. Roy's memories came back at the sight of the other
man; they had fallen down the vent shaft. Fallen a long way down.
Roy scooted back to the blond and turned his face towards him. The
guy was still out cold.

“Ed.”
Roy tapped his cheek softly. “Wake up, buddy.” The
only answer he got was a ragged breathing. Roy began to check him
for any injuries. The green shirt he was wearing was balled up under
his armpits, Roy could see the fading bruise on Ed's chest, and he
groaned. He had landed on the smaller man. He hoped that he didn't
break his ribs again.

Roy probed Ed's ribs,
feeling for any new fractures or brakes. As he felt lower the blond
snorted, and edged away from his hands. Thinking that he had indeed
injured him, Roy felt along the lower ribs again.

“Ha
ha, stop it.” Ed dragged his hands back from their cross like
pose and pushed at Roy's hands. Ed cracked his eyes open to see who
would be tickling him this early in the morning. Must
be Isabella,
he thought blearily.

“Hey,
you all right?” Roy leaned over the prone body, placing his
hand just under the far armpit.

“Izzy?”
Ed asked, his vision wavered and unfocused. He blinked a few times
at the shadow leaning over him.

“Is
that your girlfriend?” Roy wondered. It seemed he was always
asking that of the blond, and he wondered at that.

“Hmm?”
Ed frowned, that voice didn't sound right, too deep. Could he
actually be having a good dream for once? He knew they couldn't be
all bad, no matter what his sub-conciseness would want to tell him
otherwise. He reached up and dragged his hands up the broad back of
the dream Roy leaning over him and pulled the man down towards his
chest.

“Hey...”
Roy pushed back, resisting Ed's tug on his back.

“My
dream, you got to do what I say...” Ed mumbled, and pouted up
at Roy. His dream was becoming more clear and focused. “Kiss
me,” Ed demanded. This was the best fucking dream he had EVER
had.

“What...”
Roy was breathless. Did he even know
that he was a guy?

“Rooyy,”
whined Ed, and tugged insistently on his back again.

Yes
he did, he
thought. Roy knew, he
knew,
that this shouldn't be happening, but when he stopped fighting and
leaned forward, the serene smile on Ed's lips made his heart flutter
strangely again. God help him, he couldn't resist. God,
forgive me, he
pleaded silently.

Ed's hands wove into the
hair at the base of Roy's neck, making goose flesh pop up all over
his body. The dual sensation from the flesh and metal hands, made
pleasant tingling race all along Roy's spine. Ed pulled Roy lower,
and he watched fascinated as those unique golden eyes darkened when
Ed tilted his head to the side. Roy hesitated just out of reach, so
Ed took the initiative and closed the gap.

Their lips met for the
first time, and Ed was so happy. It was a good kiss too. Firm and
searching, with just a bit of hunger waiting at the edges to be let
loose. Ed licked Roy's lower lip, asking, hoping, but Roy pulled
away. Ed moaned his impatience and tugged on his back again.

“Ed,
I don't think this is the place for this.” As
much as I'd want to continue this...
Roy didn't say the last bit out loud, but he really did feel that
way, and it was eating at him. Roy reached back and pulled Ed's arms
off him and sat on his heels.

“What?”
Ed asked, as he propped himself up to regard the object of his
infatuation. His lips were still tingling nicely from the kiss, and
his stomach was telling him that it had really liked that, and if he
paid real close attention his groin was telling him that it wanted to
see more of that as well.

“This
isn't a dream. You were knocked out. I'm sorry.” Roy watched
as the loose shirt fell back over the blond's chest, and then met
Ed's golden eyes again.

“Not...a...”
Ed's face reddened quickly, he glanced around, finally, at their
surroundings, and Roy copied him.

They were lying on top
of a large circular grate that was just above a large rotating fan.
The soft whoosh as the blades passed pushed air up in a gentle breeze
that made their hair move. They were high above the floor and Ed
could see lots of various pipes and machines, through out the vast
room. Ed looked back at Roy, who was still taking in their new
surroundings.

“You...”
Ed growled, he could feel the heat on his cheeks and neck, and wished
he was able to control himself better. The nerve of this man,
letting him act like that when he wasn't in his right mind. Roy met
his eyes, waiting. Rolling over onto his hands and knees, Ed pushed
angrily on his thighs to stand over the other man. I
blew it,
Ed thought in embarrassment. Now
he knows and he won't like me. Ed
frantically searched for something to say that would hopefully save
him from further humiliation. “What the HELL was that?”
Ed blurted out.

Roy's
eyes widened at the blond's outburst. So
we're back to mental? Is that it?
Roy wondered. “That was all yo—”

“Shut
up! That's the second time I was knocked out 'cause of you. Do you
have it in for me, or what?”
Ed stalked over to the edge of the grate and looked over the side.
“How do we get off this thing anyway?” He fervently
hoped that Roy would still want to be around him after this was all
done. He really
wanted to have his friendship at least. He frantically listened for
any sounds behind him as he pretended to study the floor below.
Should
I say something else?
Ed wondered nervously.

Roy studied Ed's back as
he looked over the side of the grate. It was so tense and rigid. He
finally pushed on his legs to stand as well. He didn't want to
provoke Ed any further, so he walked over to the far side and glanced
down. There was a latter going down, all the way to the floor below,
so the question on how to get off this thing was answered at least.

He turned to tell Ed
about what he found, and the words dried up on his lips. Ed was
staring at him with a strange look in his eyes, but the blond
quickly turned away when he met Roy's gaze. This man was an enigma
of hidden emotions, was constantly giving mixed and confused signals,
and had some deep rooted trauma. The more time that he spent with
him, the more Roy wanted to unravel this puzzle.

- - - -

Colonel Jack Tompkins,
strode boldly towards a group of soldiers as they searched room by
room, making their way down the hallway in pursuit of the missing
prisoner. He was quickly noticed by the solider standing guard
outside the room.

“Soldier,
report,” the colonel demanded as soon as he was within talking
distance.

“Sir,”
the soldier saluted. “We have not found any evidence of the
prisoner since the sighting in the medical room, sometime ago.”

“Hmm,”
the colonel rubbed his chin in thought. So
they lost the major did they... he
thought to himself. “Where have you searched so far?”

“Sir,
we've search this wing and a team has gone down to the second level
to look for signs that he may have come through the ventilation
system to the lower levels.” Some of the soldiers in the room
came out to mill around the colonel and listen to the report.

“That's
good, but we've had a report that the prisoner has been sighted on
the far side of the base. Your orders are to head over there and
continue the search. Dismissed.”

“Sir!”
By now, the rest of the soldiers had come out of the room they were
searching and they had all heard the colonel's orders. The troops
about-faced and marched down the corridor off to complete their new
orders.

The colonel smiled to
himself as he turned around and walked back the way he came.

- - - -

Al pushed on the door
marked 'authorized personal only', despite the moan of trepidation
from Noa behind him. The door opened quietly and easily on well
oiled hinges. The low thrum that they heard increasing as they
neared, became a full blown, white noise roar. Isabella's head
snaked it's way around Al's hip to get her first glimpse of the room.

“Whoa...”
Isabella breathed as she looked into the vast and deep room.

Al was thinking just
that, as he looked into what appeared to be huge refinery. There
were pipes heading in every direction possible, with several flights
of steps, and metal walkways going down in degrees to the floor far
below. Al scanned the jumbled mess for signs of other people but the
view was too hard to penetrate.

“Cool!”
Al stepped back and re-checked the writing on the door. “We
can rest in here no problem. Let's go,” Al bluffed, hoping he
was right in his assumption.

“Al,
maybe we should think about this a moment.” Noa pulled on the
back of his shirt. She was very uncomfortable with this idea of
causing trouble. She usually tried to avoid it when ever possible,
as her abilities often made her a target and this didn't sit well
with her.

“Oh,
Noa, come on,” Isabella pleaded, tugging at the woman's hold on
Al's shirt.

“Yeah
Noa, come on.” Al grinned at her. Noa rolled her eyes at the
both of them. Not like she had much of a choice, it was go with them
or be left behind. Right now, Noa really wanted to be around a
friendly face.

- - - -

The Seniore stalked the
halls, anxious at the thought of loosing his prize before he even had
a taste. His need to have Edward now worked on his mind, making him
spring into action, even if it was to pace the halls. The twins and
Eberhard had returned to his quarters after the announcement to hear
if he had any further orders for them. Growling at their
incompetence, the Seniore had stalked about the room, throwing
insults and half formed punishments at their bowed heads.

The anticipation was
enough to send him into fits of hysterics at any moment. He ignored
all the groups of soldiers he passed on his wondering route and
continued to try and work off his nervous energy. He was looking for
something to direct his ire at in the mean time. He had yet to find
a suitable victim yet.

The Seniore rounded the
corner and stopped mid-stride as he noticed a small girl duck into
the ventilation and heating control room. He stood there frozen,
pondering what he should do. If the Elric's girl was here, could the
brother be as well?

The Seniore chewed on
his lip. As far as he knew, no one was aware that the other brother
was even missing. This would be a prime opportunity to get some
leverage. In fact, if he were able to capture the younger brother,
then perhaps he didn't have to tell the others that he had him. The
Seniore was starting to think they weren't really going to hand over
Edward after all.

Pulling his gun out from
his hip holster, the Seniore checked to make sure his gun was loaded
and the safety was off before following the small girl's half
glimpsed dress into the control room.

- - - -

Strange things had begun
to happen around the base. Detachments of soldiers were being sent
to obscure parts of the complex, reports of sightings that no one
could confirm the source, and the obvious sabotage that seemed to be
happening right under their collective noses. It was sending the
control tower in to throes of epileptic shock as it tried to deal
with and re-direct the misinformed soldiers.

When
dust started to fall from the ceiling, everyone in the control tower
paused and looked up, trying to puzzle the meaning of such a strange
occurrence. Just as everyone had collectively dismissed the dust,
the ground beneath them shook, which in turn made the ground above
them shake and that caused everyone to push their chairs back and
stand in alarm.

A few hasty barks from
their temporary 'commander' brought everyone back to their overturned
seats and resume their work. As the first reports started to come
in, the atmosphere became thick with frantic orders and hurried
messages to other parts of the base with instructions on fire control
and containment.

- - - -

Jones walked calmly away
from his handiwork. If this didn't get their attention then nothing
would. As soon as he heard the running foot steps approach, Jones
doubled up and started to cough loudly. He threw out a hand on the
wall as he slid to the floor.

As the response team
rushed by him, one of the medics knelt down beside him to offer some
oxygen from a small canister. Jones pressed the face mask into his
face and watched as more people rushed by. The medic was speaking to
him now, but he feigned loss of hearing and mimed that he couldn't
make out what the medic was saying. The man treating him nodded and
motioned for him to stay here. Jones just blinked at him, before the
medic got up and rushed after the response team.

As this section of
corridor became deserted, Jones flicked the oxygen mask away and
pushed on his thighs to stand, brushed down the front of his uniform,
dislodging the dust that had settled there, and calmly walked away
from the explosion he had caused, whistling a tune called 'Dixie'.

- - - -

Isabella hopped down the
stairs, humming to herself. She was getting sort of bored with this
climbing down stairs. She wanted to find Eddie, and she wanted to
eat something too. The food Eberhard had given her had left her
empty stomach wanting more. Noa had said she wasn't hungry and had
let her eat it all, but now as she thought about it....Isabella
stopped on the step and looked back at Noa and Al behind her as they
follow at a slower pace. Both of them must be really hungry by now.

“What's
up Isabella?” Al asked. He looked down on the small girl a few
risers ahead of them, and he paused as well, awaiting her answer.

“Nothing.”
Isabella turned around and continued to hop down the steps resuming
her song.

“She
seems pretty happy, all things considered,” murmured Al as he
watched Isabella's descent, with a smile. “How are you hanging
in there?” Al asked, looking side long at Noa.

“I'll
be glad to be far away from here. I hope that Edward is okay,”
said Noa, biting on her thumb. “I worry about his
recklessness.”

“Yeah...”
Al looked over the side of the railing down through the pipes to
look at the floor. “Well, keep your eyes peeled for a nice
hiding spot so we can rest up some.”

- - - -

“Are
you going to be surly the whole time? I said I was sorry, what more
do you want?” Roy asked the despondent man trailing behind him.
Never
mind the fact that you instigated that.
Roy rolled his eyes as Ed continued to ignore him. “I don't
hate you or anything,” offered Roy as he stepped over a mass of
cables running across the walkway, “it was just...surprising is
all.”

Ed
grunted at him for that. Surprising
my ass. It was one guy kissing another. One that quite obviously
likes girls. Ed
mentally slapped himself for his stupidity. “Gawah!”
Ed called out in surprise as he stumbled forward, hopping on one leg
to regain his balance from tripping on the cables that crossed the
floor, seemingly out of nowhere, making him stumble towards Roy's
back.

“Hey,
watch it buddy, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up,”
Roy said, as he whirled around to catch Ed on his way to a face plant
in the concrete. Roy's heart sped up, thumping painfully in his
chest.

Landing
heavily in Roy's arms, Ed took a moment to catch his breath before
righting himself. Shaking off Roy's hold on him, Ed turned away and
straightened his shirt. Ed's eye's widened as he saw Roy's arms
reach out from his peripheral vision and enfold him in a hug from
behind. Did
the air become thin all of a sudden?
He wondered as he gasped for breath.

“There's
something about you...” the voice rumbled along his back. Ed
felt light headed.

“What...about
me?” Ed asked, his own voice seemed to come from far off. His
arms hung down by his side. He could only stare in front of him at
the industrial pipes.

“I
feel like....” Roy tightened his hold on the blond. He noted
happily that he only came up to his collar bone. Why should he note
that? And why was he hugging him? Why!

“What....”
promted Ed again, breathlessly.

“But
then we never could, could we,” Roy said more to himself then
in answer to Ed. He slowly released his hold on Ed and stepped away,
once, then twice.

Ed
watched from over his shoulder as Roy retreated away from him. If he
was confused before, what did this make him now? He wanted to reach
out and grab the lapel of Roy's jacket and shake him, demanding to
know what he was thinking, and hoping it might mean he could have a
chance. He'd fight for a chance. Please
let me have a chance, he
begged
silently.

“Let's
keep moving.” Roy turned and continued down the path they were
wondering on.

Startled,
Ed tried to say something to get Roy to talk to him, but his mouth
and tongue weren't obeying him. He should say something, but what?
He hardly knew what he was feeling himself. Should he just play it
off for now? Like before? “Roy...um...” Ed faltered as
his brief surge of courage left him again. What
was I going to say?

Roy
turned and looked back at the flustered blond, who was chewing on his
lip. There's
that flutter again, Roy
noted. “Come on shorty, we got ground to cover.” Roy
waved for him to catch up as he turned once more and continued down
the path.

“You....
FUCKING BASTARD-SHIT... ASSHOLE!” Ed roared.

Surprised, Roy wondered
what was wrong now. Was he mad about his intrusion into his personal
space? Ed was shaking with fury as he glared daggers at him. Roy
took a cautionary step away from the immanent explosion that was sure
to happen at any moment.

“I.
Am. Not. SHORT!” seethed Ed.

“Oh-oh...”
Roy ran for all he was worth in order to get away from the blond
maniac chasing after him.

- - - -

“Did
you hear that?” Al asked, a huge grin on his face, as he titled
his head to listen. “I could swear
that that was Ed's voice. Don't you think?” Al turned to Noa
and she grinned back at him. Isabella was jumping up and down on the
metal catwalk in her excitement.

“It
was Eddie, I hear it!” Isabella tugged on Al's hand, “come
oooon.”

Al let Isabella run down
the next flight of steps. They hadn't seen anyone here at all, so he
was feeling pretty confident that they were alone in this massive
room, well except for his brother now too.

“Wait...”
Al gripped Isabella arm to slow her progress. “Who was Ed
yelling at?” He looked over at Noa. “We might not be
alone. Go quietly.”

Noa blanched and glanced
around them, but she could make out nothing.

- - - -

“Get
back here you bastard-colonel!” Ed growled as he smirked
evilly. He forced himself to the point of collapse in order to get
his hands on the other man. Reaching out his hand, he could almost
grab the hem of Roy's jacket.

“STOP!
You maniac, I didn't mean it,” Roy yelled. He scrambled to
dodge Ed's attempt to grab the back of his jacket.

“Likely
story, your always going on about my height,” seethed Ed. He
staggered to a stop and bent over his knees. He tried to regain his
wind so that he could continue to chase after Roy. He was feeling
slightly light headed, and he couldn't tell if it was from lack of
oxygen or from the fever.

“I
never said anything, but for just now!” Roy tried to plead his
case, and for his life. He slowed and turned to watch as Ed tried to
catch his breath.

“Eh?”
Ed looked up through his bangs at the dark hair man.

“It's
true,” Roy asserted again. He cautiously came back to stand by
the heaving blond, but he made sure that there was enough room
between them just in case.

“Oh,
yeah....” Damn,
I'm confusing him with the colonel.

Roy smiled at him
warily, hoping he wouldn't inadvertently set him off again. “Can
we continue without the yelling and screaming, please. I wanna get
outta here alive.” He reached down and offered his hand as a
peace offering. Ed eyed his hand for a moment in consideration and
then looked up into his face. Roy held his breath. He was so dead
right now, if Ed decided to do anything.

“Fine.”
Ed clasped his hand and pumped it once before letting it drop.

“With
all the noise you're making Edward, it's a wonder you're not back in
chains.”

Ed whipped round
staring, unbelieving, as his little brother walked out into the
light. “AL!” His little brother smiled at him, but Ed
didn't notice how strained it was. He was pleased to note Noa and
Isabella come along side of him.

“Eddie!”
Isabella began to rush to Ed, but Al held her back. She looked up
at his stern face and relented, she retreated back to Noa's side.

“Al,
check it out!” Ed pointed at Roy. “Looks just like him,
don't you think?” Ed smiled at Roy, but Roy just quirked an
eyebrow at the older blond.

“Ed.”
Al walked across the distance separating them to stand along side
his older brother. As soon as he saw how happy his brother seemed to
be, Al had gotten angry. Unaccountably angry. Angry at Ed for
making them worry, for making them have to watch him protect them,
for how hard he was trying right now to put it aside when Al knew
that it was still brothering him. Ed smiled at him waiting for some
reaction to the Roy look-a-like.

“Do
you know what you've done?” Al asked, his voice surprisingly
even and devoid of emotion. Ed's smile faltered. “Do you?”

“Al?”
Ed's voice sounded unsure and confused. What's
up with Al?
Ed quirked an eyebrow and glanced across the way at Noa looking for
an explanation, but she was watching Al. Ed glanced side long at Roy
before he met his brother's stare and frowned.

As soon at Ed looked at
him, Al struck out with a vicious upper cut to the side of his
brother's face.

“Wuhaa!”
Ed was knocked off balance. He stepped back, his arms flailing,
only to have his right ankle roll sideways, tipping him on to the
floor. “Oaf!”

Al batted at Roy's
attempt to catch and break Ed's fall. He glared a warring at the
other man to stay out of family business. Roy held up his hands in
compliance and backed away from Ed and Al.

“What
the hell, Al!” complained Ed, rubbing his face. He looked up
in time to see Al lunging for him. His eyes widening, Ed scrambled
for purchase on the ground trying to get away from this mad man who
looked like his brother, but Al was too quick for him. The front of
his shirt was lifted away from his body and up into his face as Al
leaned down and went nose to nose with him.

“That's
the second time you've tried something like that!” Al yelled
into Ed's prone face. Ed's eye's went as wide as saucers, and Al
jerked his shirt front. “Your acting like it was nothing!”
he seethed at his older brother.

“How
do you want me to act? I'm not one to bubbler all day about
something I can't change!” growled Ed. He gripped Al's hand
and tried to work it off.

Al straddled his
brother's waist, pinning his lower body to the floor. He shook his
hold on the shirt, in anger. “I can't believe you let that—”

“Don't!”
Ed snarled in warning, his face becoming flush with his own anger.
Ed squeezed Al's hand that was holding his shirt, grinding the bones
together. “Don't you dare, or so help me, I'll show you how to
respect your older brother.” Ed narrowed his eye's to mere
slits. He didn't want Roy to hear, he didn't want Roy to know.

Al stared down into Ed's
eyes at an impasse, but he was unwilling to let it drop so easily.
Ed was always doing this. He had to make sure that Ed knew that it
wasn't part of his job anymore. He didn't have to continue to live
for him. The anger was still throbbing through out his system, and
his jaw worked with all the things he wanted to say.

“Alphonse,
please, this isn't doing anyone any good.” Noa stepped towards
the prone brothers. She hated seeing them fight; and they fought
more often lately. Even before leaving for this trip, the verbal
shouting matches would escalate to the point that she wonder what
would happen if she wasn't there to step in. Thankfully she never
had to find out, and once again she was trying to curb their
destructive tendencies towards each other. Maybe they just needed
time apart, their constant togetherness was making this worse.

Roy
watched the battle of wills, and was glad he was an only child. Did
siblings really fight like that?
Roy thought. He really wanted to rip the younger boy off of Ed and
stand between them, but they might turn on him instead. The slim
escape from Edward's wrath was still fresh in his mind, and kept his
feet firmly planted where they were.

“Well?”
Ed asked at the minutes ticked by. “What's it going to be?
Are we going to fight or not?”

Al shoved Edward's back
into the floor and stood over him, glaring. Ed just stared back at
him from the floor, waiting. “Get up.” Al stepped
aside, and waited for Ed to stand.

Rubbing his cheek once
more, Ed rolled over to his hands and knees. His eye's didn't once
leave Al's face. He stood facing his brother, not bothering with a
fighting stance. He knew he deserved whatever Al wanted to dish out.
In fact, he wanted to be punished for what he'd allowed. It was
disgusting, and shameful, and he knew it. Al advanced towards him,
but Ed held his ground.

“Alphonse...please,”
Noa begged once more, trying to reach him.

Al stopped in front of
his brother and studied Ed's face. Ed regarded him coolly. Al could
almost hear what he was thinking; Ed wanted this. Well he wasn't one
to give Ed everything he wanted. He was going to give what Ed
needed.

Al sprang and despite
Ed's desire to take his punishment quietly, he tensed. He was
flabbergasted when, instead of a punch or a kick, Al wrapped his arms
around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder. “Al.....
what?”

“Idiot!”
Al murmured against his neck.

“Yeah...”
Ed wrapped his arms round his brother, glad to have the love of his
sibling.

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