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A/N:�
For Sam:� The name of the drink in
the last chapter really is Fiery Blue Mustang.

Descent

Chapter Twenty One

Izumi

Ed walked
into the bedroom and scowled when he saw the colonel was still sleeping.� Sighing, Ed shook his head and reached down
to pick some clothes off the floor.� They�d
gone clothes shopping for Ed on Saturday and he�d picked out a pair of black
slacks, a white button up shirt, and a black button up shirt.(1)

The
teenager sniffed the pants, then shrugged.� As long as they smelled clean, that�s what
mattered� Letting the towel that hung around his waist fall to the floor, Ed
dressed himself in the black pants and white shirt, leaving the shirt un-tucked,
then picked the towel up and scrubbed at his loose, damp hair for a moment
before tossing it into the corner.�

The blond
walked over to the side of the bed and shook his lover none too gently.� �Hey, wake up!� We�re going to be late again if you don�t get
up.��

The dark
haired man opened one eye and peered sleepily at his tormentor.� �huh��

�Get
up.� I�m leaving in ten minutes, with or
without you.� I�m tired of you blaming
our being late on me.�

The colonel
mumbled something, then grabbed the pillow and put it over his head.�

Rolling
his eyes, Ed returned to the bathroom, wiped the fog off the mirror and braided
his hair.� As he left the bathroom, he
passed Mustang who had finally dragged himself out of bed and gotten semi-dressed.� Shaking his head, the younger alchemist
headed for the kitchen to get some breakfast.��

Mondays
always seemed to be like this.� Ed waking
up first and Mustang barely able to get up, but by Friday it was opposite.� He supposed that had a lot to do with how
much the man drank on the weekends.�

Ed pulled
out a container of leftovers from yesterday�s dinner and began eating it
without bothering to heat it up.� He was
eager to get back to his research�

The blond
looked up as Mustang, hair combed and uniform straightened, walked into the
kitchen.� The man pulled out a container
of orange juice and poured himself a glass, then opened the cupboard and added
some vodka.�

�Isn�t it
a little early to start drinking?� Ed murmured with a frown.

Mustang
stirred the liquid for a moment before taking a drink, then said, �Don�t be
ridiculous Ed.� This isn�t
�drinking�.� It�s just a little something
to get rid of my headache.�

�Whatever�� Ed mumbled and took another bite of his
food.� It had been two weeks since the
night he had gotten drunk with the older man. He�d only drunk a couple of times
since then and only a little.� It seemed
that he didn�t have a very high tolerance for alcohol and it really didn�t take
much to give him a buzz��

Ed�s
memories of that night weren�t very clear.�
Although he could only remember bits and pieces, he had dreams�dreams
that he would just blow off as nonsense if it hadn�t been for the fact that
he�d had woken up with a small bruise on each side of his head where Mustang�s
thumbs��

The blond
shook his head.� He didn�t like to think
of his lover like that...holding him like�saying things like�� Ed tried to tell himself it wasn�t that big
of a deal.� The man had been really
drunk� and he had offered in the
first place��

Ed shoved
the container of leftovers into the other man�s hands.� �Here, you have the rest of this,� he said
and walked to the door to put on his boots.

Of course
that hadn�t been the only reason he hadn�t really drank much since that
night.� There was also the fact that he�d
had a horrible hangover the next morning.�
Ed couldn�t remember ever being so sick��

�How�s
the leg?� Mustang asked as he put his own boots on.

Ed
shrugged.� �Good enough, though I could
only adjust it a half inch� If I keep growing then I�ll have to have an
automail mechanic extend it the other half inch.�� As they left the apartment, the colonel
nodded, and Ed continued with a frown.�
�If I get taller than that I�ll need to have a new one made��

The dark
haired man looked down at him and said, �You don�t sound very happy about
that��

Ed shook
his head and pulled out a cigarette.�
�Well�I�d need to go back to Rizembool��

The colonel
gave the teen a disapproving look as Ed lit up his new addiction.� �Why haven�t you called them yet?�

Ed didn�t
answer.� What could he say?� It was stupid, but he was embarrassed over
what had happened, about how he�d acted. �But that wasn�t the whole reason�� Al had never asked about how Ed got his body
back, and as long as Ed stayed away there was no way that his brother could ask about it�

Even so,
Ed couldn�t help feeling guilty at not calling Al, but he thought that it would
be better this way.� Better that Al
couldn�t find out�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Fletcher
watched as his brother knocked on the door and waited.� They had traveled by foot the last few weeks,
wanting to spare the amount of money they had.�
The People�s Government had given Russell enough for him, but now there
were two mouths to feed, not one, and traveling the whole way by train would
have just taken too much of their reserve funds.

So they
had walked and camped, and now here they were at the house of this great
alchemist that guy had told them about.�
Whatever Fletcher had been expecting, it wasn�t who he saw when the door
opened.

A tall
woman with dark hair opened the door and said, �Can I help you?�

Russell
nodded and asked bluntly, �Are you Izumi?�

The woman
nodded.

For a
moment Russell looked unconvinced, then shrugged and said, �We heard you were a
great alchemist and that you are against the military and we were wondering if
we could talk to you for a few minutes.�

The
expression on the woman�s face turned dark and she folded her arms.� �Who are you?�

Fletcher
moved to stand behind Russell.� This
woman was kind of scary�

�We�re
from the People�s Army, and��

�Go
away.�

�Eh� huh?� Russell said dumbly.�

�I said,
�go away�.� I�m not interested in the
military and I�m not interested in the rebellion.�� Russell opened his mouth to say something,
but she rode over him.� �I�m not
interested in any group that uses children
in their fighting or in telling people to join.�

The
taller of the two brothers folded his arms, mirroring the formidable
woman.� �Now you just wait a second.� I�m sixteen.� I�m an adult.�

The dark-haired
woman laughed scornfully.� �Just because
the government says that sixteen is an adult doesn�t make it so.� Sixteen is still a child as far as I�m
concerned.�

�I�m
hardly a child,� Russell said
irritably, and Fletcher frowned.�
Sometimes his brother was just so stubborn and hard headed�

�You may legally be an adult, but you�ll
have a hard time convincing me that he
isn�t a child.�� The woman said, pointing
at Fletcher.

Russell
opened his mouth to say something, but the woman cut him off, �Now I want you
to��

But she
never finished.�

Suddenly,
her hand flew to her mouth and she began coughing.� Fletcher could see blood dripping from her
fingers.� The dark haired woman fell to
her knees, hacking even harder.

Russell
hurried to her side.� �Are you alright?�
he asked, but instead of answering, the woman coughed a final time and passed
out in the older Tringham brother�s arms.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Al looked
around quickly before darting from the tree to the small shed near the
house.� He hurriedly let himself in and
hid behind a large pile of spare parts.�
The tall alchemist held his breath for a moment listening.

Nothing.

The
sandy-haired teen breathed out in relief and let his eyes scan around the area
of the shed that he could see.� It was
mostly filled with spare automail parts.�
At that he couldn�t help but imagine a beautiful blonde mechanic digging
through the piles�

He smiled
a goofy smile, but it slipped when he heard a shouted, �Al!� Al!�
Where are you?�

Al shrank
lower behind the pile, hoping she wouldn�t come into the shed.�

�Al!� Come on Al!�
You�re being a baby about this!��
He could hear her shouting, but it was getting farther away.

The
alchemist sighed in relief.� Yes, he probably
was being immature, but he didn�t
care�

There was
an empty space in the middle of the shed and again Al grinned.� He�d love to be alone in here with
Winry.� Maybe he could get another
kiss.� Maybe he could get more�

The teen
shook his head.� When did he become such
a pervert?� It seemed like all he could
think about recently was� well� things that just weren�t proper to do before
you were married�� Al could feel blood
rush to his cheeks as he suddenly realized that his brother would totally love
this new development.�

Al sighed
and ran a hand through his hair.� In the
two weeks since he had kissed Winry, he�d only had the courage to do it three
other times.� He thought about it all the
time, but when he actually had the chance to do it, well� he just got so
nervous.� Each time was getting easier
though.�

He had an
idea that Pinako knew something, because the old woman would look at him and
make comments like, �I think it�s a good choice�, or just look at him as if she
were inspecting him, then nod without saying anything at all.� It was all very nerve wracking.��

The
sixteen-year-old cringed again when he heard Winry yelling for him, but he
refused to go out there.� He�d said
�no�.� Why couldn�t she just accept
that?� This should be his decision� It
wasn�t fair that she should bully him into something that he didn�t want�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Fletcher
poked at his food and glanced at the door that led to the woman�s bedroom.

�She�ll
be alright.�

The young
alchemist glanced at the owner of the voice; a large man with a dark
beard.� Fletcher sighed and nodded.�

When the
woman, Izumi, had collapsed, Russell had yelled at Fletcher to go to the meat
shop that was connected to the house to find someone.� That was where he found the big man.� The man had immediately carried the woman
off, and when he came back, he�d looked at them for a long time, then asked if they wanted to stay for lunch.

Of course
they had agreed.� How could they pass up
a free lunch?� Besides, Russel still wanted
to talk to Izumi.�

Fletcher
shook his head.� It was obvious to him
that she wasn�t interested. He really wished his brother would learn some tact.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed pulled
out another book, flipped through it and put it back.

Not what
he needed.

He
scanned the books in the small room at the Central Library.� These books were particularly old, and quite
valuable, thus they were kept away from all the other books.� Normally the two librarians that worked this
branch didn�t let people in here, but Ed frequented the library so often that
they�d finally given him permission to search for his own books.� They just didn�t have the time to find things
for him all day.

The sound
of the door opening met Ed�s ears and he looked up to see the colonel slipping
into the room.� The man shut the door,
and walked swiftly to where Ed was standing.�
�Before the younger alchemist
could say anything Mustang wrapped his arms around him and kissed him hard.� For a moment Ed was too stunned to move, then he reared his head back away from the kiss.�

�Are you insane?� the blond whispered savagely,
glancing quickly to the door, but the older man simply moved his head past Ed�s
face and kissed the teen�s neck.�
Suddenly, Ed felt the neck of his shirt being pulled back.� �What are you�?�� Ed began to ask, but stopped when he felt the
man let go of his shirt.� Mustang draped
himself more fully over the shorter alchemist and a second later the blond felt
the top of the back part of his pants being pulled away from his body.

Ed
decided that enough was enough.� He
didn�t want one of the librarians to come in on this.� He pushed against Mustang�s chest, and
surprisingly the man moved away easily.�
The colonel grinned down at him, then snatched
another kiss before turning to leave.

�Where do
you think you�re going?�� Ed asked irritably.� �And what the hell was�� but he never got a
chance to finish.

The colonel
opened the door, turned around, and said, still grinning, �Just came by to get
some information.� Thank you for your
cooperation major.�� With that, Mustang
gave him a mock solute and left.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Fletcher shifted
nervously on his feet as he listened to Russell and Izumi argue back and
forth.� The younger Tringham would have
preferred to apologize for intruding and wished her good health before leaving
things be.

But not Russell.

The
taller teen was much more aggressive than Fletcher and when he had something on
his mind, he didn�t leave it alone.�

That was
how they�d ended up joining the People�s Army.�

Russell
had heard of how they wanted to create a government where the people ruled and
the military didn�t have ultimate control.�
Russell had liked the idea so much that they�d immediately joined up, or
at least Russell had immediately joined up and dragged a reluctant Fletcher
with him.� When they�d found out that
Fletcher was an alchemist, they�d talked him into signing up as well.�

The short
blond didn�t see how his alchemy could possibly help in a war.� Fletcher loved plants and most of the alchemy
he studied had to do with that type of thing.�
Of course he knew some chemistry too, but that was Russell�s specialty,
not his.(2)

Fletcher
let his gaze travel around the room.� His
eyes rested on a small picture frame that sat on a long dresser.(3)� When he saw who
was in the picture, his eyes widened a bit and he walked over and picked it
up.�

In the
picture, the dark haired woman was grinning while bending over and resting her
hands on the heads of two young boys.�
One of the boys, a sandy haired child wearing a tan short sleeved shirt
and a black under shirt, was smiling happily with his hands raised.� The other boy, this one a bit shorter with
golden hair and a black tee-shirt, had his arms folded and was looking away
from the camera with a grumpy look on his face.�

The boy
looked just like�

Fletcher
turned his head and looked quickly at the woman in the bed before glancing back
at the photo.�

The boy
looked just like Ed Elric.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry
opened the door to the shed where they kept their spare parts and searched the
dim interior with her eyes.� Pressing her
lips together, she crept quietly inside.�
It didn�t take her long to find who she was looking for.

The
blonde mechanic smiled softly.

Alphonse
had tried to hide behind a pile of parts, but unfortunately for him he was just
too tall for it to be very effective.�
Now if it had been Ed� She tried to hold back a chuckle as she walked
around the pile.�

The tall
alchemist was sitting on the floor, back against the wall,
legs sprawled out, and fast asleep.� She
wondered idly how long he had been in here.�

Winry got
onto her hands and knees as quietly as she could and crawled over to him.� He wasn�t getting away from her now.� Slowly she crawled between his legs in an
effort to get closer.� She would have
gone around, but there wasn�t enough space with the pile of parts on one side
and another wall on the other.

Peaceful.

He looked
peaceful, and she was glad.� For the
first little while after Ed had run off, Al hadn�t looked peaceful in his
sleep�

The
blonde decided that she would wake him with a kiss.� After all, he hadn�t kissed her in days and
she really wanted another one.� Winry had
a hard time sometimes being patient.�
Alphonse was just so shy and unsure of himself at times�� She sighed softly.� Many people their age in Rizembool were
already married and some even had a child or two...� It was hard sometimes, pretending she didn�t
care what the other girls said about her, that she would never get
married��

But it
did bother her.�

She had
always thought that when Ed came back to Rizembool for good, then they�d get
married. But, of course, it had been a silly dream.� It had been enough to keep her from feeling
too depressed about not being courted though, and she supposed that�s what
mattered.�

Now
though, here was Alphonse, and he liked her, and she liked him.� Winry was sure she would be happy to be
married to her childhood friend.� He
would make a good husband, so why was he being so slow about it?

She bent
close and kissed him softly on the lips and smiled when he murmured her
name.� For that she was happy to give him
another kiss.� A moment later she felt a
hand touch her rear and she shrieked in surprise.

Al
instantly came awake with a jolt, and their heads collided together painfully.� Winry held her head in her hands, then growled irritably, �You touched my butt!��

�I�m
sorry!� Al groaned, rubbing his forehead.�
�I don�t remember!� I was
asleep!� I swear!�

She
glance back at him and saw that his face was a dark red.� Good.�
He should be embarrassed.� She
didn�t want to be embarrassed by herself.�

�I�m
sorry,� Al said again.� Actually it was
more of a plea, as if he thought she was going to beat him with a wrench or
something.

�It�s
fine,� she grumbled.� It wasn�t the fact
that he had touched her rear that was so embarrassing.� She actually didn�t really mind it, although
it was a bit embarrassing since she�d never been touched there before� but it
was the way that she had reacted that was the most humiliating thing.� Shrieking like a scared little girl!

Instead
of focusing on her embarrassment she got back to why she was looking for him in
the first place and said, �Let�s go back to the house.� You�re not getting out of this.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Fletcher
walked back beside Russel, still holding the picture.� Al had told him once about what had happened(4); about why he wore the armor.�

Of
course, now Fletcher knew that Al didn�t wear
the armor, he was the armor�

It had
been one of those times that they�d met up in their travels.� Ed and Russell had been arguing, as always,
and the two younger brothers had left them at it.�

It had
been a solemn conversation.� Al had
spoken of his mother, and about his brother�s desperation to get her back.� He�d spoken about the human transmutation
they had attempted and the horror of that night.� He�d spoken of how Ed lost his limbs and why
his older brother had decided to join the ranks of the State Alchemists.�

Fletcher
would never forget that conversation.

Al had
given Fletcher permission to tell Russell, but only Russell, and only if he
thought his brother could keep it a secret.�

Fletcher
had always meant to tell his brother, but the right time never seemed to come
up.

Alphonse
had also spoken of their teacher and the training they went through.�

Fletcher
had never had an alchemy teacher.� What
he�d learned had been self taught; lucky for him that he was so brilliant.�

But this
woman� she could teach him� that was, if she would be willing to teach him�

Fletcher
waited for a break in the conversation, then said,
�Excuse me�� Izumi and Russell both
turned to look at him in surprise and Fletcher frowned at the thought that
they�d probably forgotten he was there.�
�You�re Ed and Al�s teacher right?�

The woman
blinked in surprise, then said, �I was.� Do you know those two good for nothing
ex-students of mine?�(5)

Of course� Al had told him that she had refused to teach them any more too� but
it hadn�t sounded like they were on bad terms�

�Wait a
minute,� Russell interrupted, �How did you know that?�

Fletcher
didn�t say anything, simply turned the picture frame over in his hands and
showed it to his brother.� Russell took
it from him and stared at it for a long time before saying in a mocking tone,
�Too bad for him he hasn�t grown since then.��

When Izumi
began laughing, the two brothers turned and looked at her.� �Well, I suppose you do know him, if you�re
making jokes about his height.�

Russell
grinned then pointed to the other boy.�
�Who�s this?��

�It�s
Al,� Fletcher said automatically.

The older
Tringham brother glared down at the blond alchemist.� �We�ve never seen what Al really looks
like.� How would you know that was him?�

Fletcher
looked down at his shoes and fidgeted.�
It was actually a guess that it was Alphonse, but how to tell Russel that
without telling the full story�?

�He told
you.��

He looked
up into Izumi�s eyes and nodded.

�Wait,
wait, wait�� Russell said in
frustration.� Fletcher knew his brother
didn�t like not knowing what was going on.�
�Who told you what?�

Fletcher
was torn.� He wanted to tell his brother,
but what would Russell say when he found out that Fletcher had known all this
time and not told him?

�It�s
alright,� the woman said with a small smile on her face.�

Fletcher�s
eyebrows knit together in confusion.

�You see�
Ed did it.� He got Al�s body back.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

�I don�t
want one,� Al said defensively.

�Too bad.� You�re getting one,� Winry growled.

�No,� Al
said, trying to show that he would not be bullied into something he didn�t
want.

Winry
looked at him for a moment in frustration, then said
sweetly, �Al� for me�?� Please?�

The tall
alchemist groaned.� It wasn�t fair.� She shouldn�t do stuff like that.� It was cheating�� But I want to grow it out�� Al tried to explain.

The
blonde mechanic pouted and gave him that
look�� I really like it short,
Al.� For me� please?�

Sighing
in defeat, Al moved his hands away from his head and nodded in resignation.� At that, Winry grinned happily, walked behind
where he sat, and proceeded to give him the first haircut he�d had since
getting his body back.�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed stuck
his head into Mustang�s office to tell the man he was going home, but stopped
what he was about to say when he saw two men standing in front of the colonel�s
desk.� The two men turned and looked back
at where Ed was poking his head into the room.�
Mustang made a small shake of his head.

The blond
eyed the two men.� The first one was
General Hakuro; Ed had a bone to pick with that
one�� The second was Lieutenant Colonel
Frank Archer, the man who took over Maes Hughes� job when he died.�

Correction.

Colonel Frank Archer, the man had been
promoted recently and had taken a different job in a more �prestigious�
department.�

Whatever.

Everyone
knew what an ass kisser the man was.� The
man was slime, and Ed couldn�t be more unhappy to see
him.

�Er� Sorry to interrupt��
Ed mumbled, �I just was going to let you know I was leaving for the
night.��

Mustang
nodded.� �That�s fine, Fullmetal.� Goodnight.�

�Yeah,
night�� Ed said and slipped his head out
of the room and shut the door.�

He sighed
heavily.� Mustang did not look happy�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

When
Fletcher finished speaking there was silence in the room for almost a full
minute before Russell ran a hand through his hair and whispered, �Wow� I never
knew�� The tall blond gazed at his
younger brother for a moment with a hurt look on his face, then
said, �Why didn�t you tell me?��

The small
alchemist sighed and looked down at the floor.�
�I just� well� Al said I could, but� I don�t know, there never seemed a
right time to talk about it and I didn�t think it was something to talk about
lightly��

Fletcher
felt a hand touch him and he looked up to see Russell clasping him on the
shoulder.� His older brother smiled
faintly and said, �It�s fine.� I understand.�

The
younger Tringham brother sighed in relief.�
He didn�t want Russell to think he would hide something from him.� They were always pretty open with each other�

Fletcher
looked over at Izumi.� �But you said that
Ed got Al�s body back?�

The dark
haired woman nodded.� �That�s right.� It�s been a little over three months now.�

�That�s
really great!� Fletcher exclaimed, then asked eagerly,
�But how did he do it?�

Izumi
frowned.� �We went to visit them in
Rizembool for about a week; this was about a month after it happened.� I wanted to ask Ed about it�� she trailed off
for a moment before going on.� �From what
Alphonse and Winry told me, Ed had been quite moody, though I saw very little of
that side while I was there.� He also
avoided being alone with me at all costs.�
I think he was aware that I had every intention of asking him how it
happened.�

She
paused for a moment, then continued.� �Alphonse doesn�t remember how it
happened.� I asked him if he had asked Ed
about it, but he said that he was too nervous.�
He said that part of him really didn�t want to know.�

�Oh�� Fletcher murmured.�

There was
silence in the room for several minutes before Fletcher spoke again.� �Mrs. Curtis��

She waved
a hand.� �Izumi will be fine.�

The small
alchemist nodded.� �Izumi� I was
wondering� would you be willing to be my teacher?� I already know some alch��

�No,� the
woman said, cutting him off.

Russell
looked down in surprise.� �What are you
talking about Fletcher?�

Fletcher
ignored his brother for the moment and said, �Just for a few��

�I said
�no�.� Izumi barked.� �I have no
intentions of taking on any more students.�
I have no wish to train more idiots
who plan to use what they learn to serve militant means.�

�But I
wouldn�t�� Fletcher cut in, but she overrode him.

�Besides,
as much as I despise admitting it, I�m just not healthy enough.� I couldn�t be for you what I was to Edward
and Alphonse.�

Fletcher
sighed and nodded.� �I understand,� he
murmured in disappointment.

�Now, I�m
assuming the two of you plan on staying in this town for a little while.� We have extra rooms, but don�t think I�m
going to let you freeload off me.� Go ask
Sig what you can do to help him in the meat shop for
a couple hours a day and that will pay for room and board.�

�Who says
we want to stay with you?�� Russell growled, but Fletcher stepped forward
to be the voice of reason.

�Thank
you very much, Izumi.� We really
appreciate your hospitality.�� After he
was done speaking, Fletcher stepped on Russell�s foot to stop anymore rude
remarks.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed leaned
against the kitchen counter and stared at the cupboard where Mustang�s liquor
was stored.� He thought about the look on
his lover�s face before he left.� If the
man didn�t work late, which was unlikely given that he always worked late, then
he�d probably just come home and drink�

He
supposed there was nothing really wrong
with it�

After
all, the colonel never really got very drunk on the weekdays, not like he had
been that night�

Ed tapped
his fingers on the counter as he thought.�
He wasn�t sure why it bothered
him so much, thinking about that night.�

But it
did.�

The young
alchemist brought his real fingers up to his temple and touched the skin.� The bruises were gone now.� They�d been pretty faint to begin with�

Ed
sighed.�

This was
stupid.

So
Mustang got a little rough with him when he was drunk.�

No big
deal.�

Ed had to
admit that the blowjob had probably been a pretty bad one anyway.� He kind of didn�t blame the man.

But what about him calling you a
whore?� His mind asked.

The blond
folded his arms.� It wasn�t as if the colonel
had actually called him that,
exactly�� Ed supposed it must be
bothering him because of what he�d said to Winry.� He could kind of relate now, in a way.�

But it
wasn�t as if he and Winry ever had any sort of relationship.� Winry cared for Al, that much seemed clear
from how much time she�d spent with him at the hospital, and Al for her� It probably
would have been worse if Al had called her what Ed had.�

Ed pulled
the hair tie out of his hair and began unbraiding it.�

He was
tired, and all of this thinking was making him even more tired.

He was
just making a big deal out of nothing.

After all�

It wasn�t
as if Mustang had some sort of drinking problem.

Right?

--

1) Just a
few things I swiped from the manga.� Ed
was wearing a black shirt and black pants when he was swallowed by Gluttony,
and he was wearing a white button up shirt, black pants and a long black coat
when he went to return Hawkeye�s gun. �I
thought those two outfits looked really nice on him.

2)� I have no idea what is the truth in the
series since it really doesn�t expound on it, but I liked the idea of having
Russell be more of a chemist, and Fletcher be more of the alchemist.� Besides, you see Fletcher do more alchemy
than Russell in the series, where in you see Russell doing more chemistry work
(mostly with the red stone).�

3)� Episode 32

4) This
is not from the manga or the series.

5) As you
may remember this story leaves the series when Ed and Al visit Dante when they
are staying with Izumi.� A note to
remember is that nothing out of the ordinary happened when they were visiting
Dante.
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