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Nomme de Plume:� *nods* yeah Roy really does care for Ed.� *grins* yeah amaretto sours are pretty good
aren�t they.� Thanks
for saying it was written realistically and beautifully.� As for the last question: Roy has not put Mr. Happy in the hole
yet.� They�ve done mutual masturbation,
and had oral sex, but not anal yet.� Roy was starting to ease
Ed into it in the beginning of chapter 23, but then they got the call about Kain.� TrulyWished:
Thanks for leaving me a review here.�
Yeah it is sad that Riza wants to help them both.� Personally I think she�s in a rather
difficult spot.� Mazoku_Onna:� Thanks!� I�m glad you liked the chapter.� I hope this chapter came soon enough.� Amethyst-eyed
Koneko: haha he didn�t
say anything because he�s a man. *looks around warily for offended male
readers�*� Well,
Riza knows Roy
really well and she cares about both Ed and Roy, and wants to help.� I don�t think she was trying to be mean.� But yeah it�s true that she doesn�t know that
he could end up worse off.� *nods* yeah, Roy will definitely need
to take care of that drinking problem if he is serious about becoming
Fuhrer.� Hehe.� *hails the fuhrer
with you*� Tears:� Thank you.� I�m really glad you�re enjoying the story.

Descent

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Plans

Winry
leaned against the door frame of Al�s bedroom.�
The alchemist was sitting at a small desk with his back toward her.� She could tell he was writing something, and
whatever it was that he was writing was frustrating him.�

The
sandy-haired teen would scribble something, look at it, then
shake his head before crossing it out.�
As she watched him, it became apparent that this cycle had been going on
for sometime as he finally crumpled up the paper and dropped it into the almost
full waste basket beside him. �A few balls
of papers dotted the floor around his chair as well.�

Sighing,
Al dropped his head into his hands and shook his head.� She smiled when she heard him mumbling to
himself, then asked, �What are you writing?�

Winry�s
smile grew when he jumped at her voice and scrambled out of his chair to face
her.� �Nothing!� I�m not doing anything!� Why do you ask?� he replied quickly, his face
turning a dark red.�

His
embarrassment was so prominent that she started laughing.� �It�s okay, you
don�t have to tell me.�� She paused, then said mischievously, �You want me to take your trash out
for you?�

�Er�no, that�s alright�� he said slowly, his eyes darting
away from hers, then back again.� �What
do you want?�

She shook
her head.� It wasn�t like Al to be so
direct.� Figuring something important
must be on his mind, Winry decided to stop playing
with him and get to the point.� �Lunch is
ready.� I thought you might be hungry.�

He
blinked at her as if trying to process the new information, then said,
�Oh�okay.� I�ll be down in a few
minutes��

Winry
nodded, then said playfully, �You�re sure you don�t want me to take out your�� But before she
could finish, Al walked over, gave her a small glare and closed the door.

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

Roy sat in a chair by Fuery�s bed and
stared at the unconscious man.� The man�s
pale skin clashed horribly with his short dark hair.� He also looked so different without his
glasses on�� All the wires and tubes
attached to his subordinate made Roy
wince.� There was one for feeding, one
for some sort of medication, and a couple for life support� Every so often the
life support machine would make a beeping sound and it reminded him of when Ed
had been in a coma.

Reminded
him why he couldn�t get Ed involved�

The
doctors all agreed that his master sergeant would recover physically, but they
were still unsure about mentally.� He�d hoped
the man would wake soon so that they would be able to find out for sure.� But still, after two weeks, Fuery slept.�

He sighed
and cast his eyes around the room.� There
were cards, flowers, balloons�even little stuffed animals.� It seemed Kain Fuery was quite well
known.� Roy really hadn�t had any idea that his
subordinate volunteered his free time to animal shelters, soup kitchens, and
various other nonprofit organizations��

Well, you
learn something new everyday.

Roy�s eyes rested on a large poster
that was hanging on the wall.� It said
�We Love You Kain� in big, bright letters and then it was signed by the more
than three hundred children that lived in Central�s government run orphanage.

It all
just made him feel that much worse�

Fishing
out his watch, Roy depressed the button and gazed inside at the picture of him
and Maes.�

It had
been his fault that Maes had been killed too.�
He should have insisted his friend tell him what was going on.� He�d had a feeling the man was hiding
something from him, but�� Roy shook his head.� He hated risking the lives of his
subordinates, but if they were willing�

I�m so pathetic� he thought as he snapped the
watch shut.� He�d take all the hits if he
could, but he knew he couldn�t.� They
were all trying to help him to the top, help him so that he could better this
country.�

Standing
up, Roy looked
down at the short master sergeant before heading toward the door.

I won�t let this all be in vain, he thought as he let himself out
of the room.

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

Fletcher
groaned and pushed himself up off the grass.�
His whole body hurt and all he wanted to do was give up and lay there,
but he couldn�t.� Not yet.� He still had the energy to go on, so that�s
what he would do.� As he got to his feet,
the small alchemist turned to face Izumi and put his hands up again.�

�Once
more!� the woman commanded, and at that Fletcher ran toward her, intending on
striking her left side, but again he was knocked down.� His nose hit the ground first and seconds
later he felt blood gush down his face.

�That
will be all for now,� she said in a hard voice, then continued more kindly,
�Why don�t you go find something to stop that.�

He nodded
and, with a hand over his face, rushed into the house.� He knew exactly where the medical supplies were
kept, since he had to use them often, and was able to find himself something to
hold over his nose.�

Pinching
the bridge of his nose, Fletcher scowled.�
This wasn�t exactly what he�d had in mind when he�d asked her to train
him, but everyday he trained physically as well as mentally.� Some days she trained with him, others she
only sat and watched him.� Fletcher had a
feeling that she�d never sat and watched Ed or Al train on their own, though
she might have watched them train together...

Maybe...

Probably not.

No�now
that he�d spent more time with her, he was beginning
to see that these little things were actually big indicators that she was truly
unwell.� Fletcher had a bad feeling that
she felt fifty times worse than what she showed.� That just seemed to be the nature of the
woman...

When he
finally got his nose to stop bleeding, Fletcher washed his hands and walked
back outside.� He stopped when he saw Sig and Izumi talking.

��and
I�ll need to get a new one,� Sig was saying.

Izumi
nodded.� �Well, it was an old knife.� That type of thing is bound to happen.� Don�t worry about it.�

�It�s not
the knife I�m worried about,� the big man rumbled.

�I�ll be
fine.� You�ll only be gone for a
week.� I�ll have Fletcher here, so don�t
worry,� she said with a small smile.

The blond
boy watched as Sig reached out and tenderly hugged
his wife.� With a small smile, Fletcher
retreated back into the house.� He wasn�t
meant to see that, but he couldn�t help feeling happy at how much love his
teacher and her husband shared.

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

Ed stared
glumly out the train window and took another bite of the meat-filled bun he had
bought at the train station.�

Two
weeks.

Two
fucking weeks�

Instead
of going straight to Rush
Valley, Ed had gotten off
at every major town along the way and stayed for a few days.� He�d done stupid touristy things, like
sightseeing and annoying the locals.�

He�d even
bought a few souvenirs...�

None of
it had been too exciting, but it had kept him from getting to his
destination.� There really hadn�t been a
big hurry for him to get there, but he had just wanted to get away...�

Ed was
trying to work everything out in his mind, but so far the only thing he
accomplished was dull anger, hurt and confusion when he thought of his fight
with Mustang.� He didn�t want to be
angry, and perhaps he�d overreacted a little, but it wasn�t fair!�

The other
officers knew what was going on, but he didn�t, and he was a higher rank than
them!� He didn�t know anything...� How could the colonel keep him in the dark
about what was going on?� Especially on
something that might get him hurt like...

Ed took
another bite of the bun, looked at it, then tossed it
in the paper sack it had come in.� He
returned his gaze to the passing scenery as he chewed.�

Of course,
there was the even more painful question of, �Do I have any sort of real
relationship with Roy Mustang?�� This
question had been eating at him the whole trip.�
They lived together, slept together, and fucked each other senseless,
but did that really mean they had any sort of real relationship?�

What
exactly was a �real� relationship?�

He didn�t
know.

Maybe
they had one.� Maybe there was nothing
more to relationships than what they already had, but... �

Ed had
fantasized about the man for quite a while after he�d woken up in the hospital,
and to have those fantasies realized was just� well, it had been much better
than anything he came up with, but�

With a
sigh, he stared longingly at his bag on the seat across from him where his
almost empty pack of smokes was stashed away.

Damn �no
smoking on passenger trains� laws...

Hawkeye
had told him that Mustang had a lot of problems, but who didn�t?� He definitely
had plenty of problems...� Ed shook his
head.� He was still surprised the
lieutenant knew about them.� She knew,
and disapproved, but she hadn�t said anything.�
It was a good thing she was so loyal to Mustang.� Fraternizing with your subordinate could mean
serious problems�

He looked
across at the seat in front of him.

It was
empty.

Of course.

It made
him sad, seeing that empty space.� He and
Alphonse had done so much traveling together that it just seemed unnatural not
to have a huge suit of armor sitting in front of him.� Ed shook his head.� If Al were here they might be playing cards
or arguing about something silly, or�

But he
wasn�t here.�

He was in
Rizembool with Winry.�

Ed
snorted.� Al probably didn�t have a care
in the world right now, except perhaps��
He frowned and felt guilt flood through him.� His brother was probably worried about him�
Al always worried about everything.

With a
sigh, Ed plucked irritably at the white shirt he was wearing; his uniform was
packed away in his suitcase.� Mustang
thought he was acting childish by not calling Al, but�well�perhaps he was.� Perhaps he was being selfish, but he didn�t
want to chance Al finding out�

But
still�he didn�t want the colonel to think of him as�� With a start, Ed realized where his train of
thought was going and growled.� Why did
all his thoughts have to come back to that bastard anyway��

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

Russell
stepped onto the platform and stretched.�
It felt good to be off that dumb train.�
He�d never been a big fan of trains��

Adjusting
the pack on his back, the chemist made his way through the mass of people and
looked for the exit.� It was back to
walking now.� He could probably scrape
enough together to take him another fourth of the way, but then he�d have no
money for food.�

Nope, it
was back to walking and camping�

This he didn�t
mind much, now that he was out of the south.�
Summer in the south was just atrocious.�
Russell hated the heat, and he didn�t mind complaining about it either.� Thank goodness Rizembool was to the north(1).� It would
still be warm, but not bad.

�Russell Tringham,� a voice yelled and he turned around to see who
had called him.� Suddenly his eyes fell
on a brown-haired teen that was jogging toward him.� When the brunet caught up he said, �You
remember me right?�

Russell
nodded.� �Urayami, right?�

�You do remember!� the teen said
ecstatically.��

How could I forget? �Russell thought sarcastically, thinking of the
horrible name the guy got stuck with.

�Where
are you headed?� Urayami asked.

�North,�
he answered, then asked, �What are you doing here?�

�Oh, I
just had some things I had to do, no big deal.��
The brunet looked around.�
�Where�s your brother?�

�He�s
staying at that woman�s house you told us about,� Russell said sourly.

�Excellent,�
Urayami said with a pleased smile.� Before he could ask why it was so
�excellent�, the teen said, �You don�t mind if I travel with you, do you?�

�I guess
not�why?� he asked.

�You said
you were going to tell me all about your new government,� the brunet said, then
grabbed a hold of the tall blond and said, while dragging him to the train
station exit, �I can�t wait to hear about it.�
You have to tell me everything.� Not just about the new government, but about
you and your brother as well��

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

When Roy let himself out of Kain�s room, he saw Vato Falman sitting on a chair by the
door.� The graying man stood, saluted,
and said, �Sir, the nurses told me you were here.�

He nodded
and said, �You were hoping to see Fuery?��

�Yes, sir.�

Roy nodded, caught the attention of
one of the nurses, and made a gesture that said he was taking Falman with him
into the room.� The head nurse, an older
woman with red hair, nodded curtly and returned her attention to what she�d
been doing before.

The rules
for visiting a patent in intensive care were pretty strict; family only, unless
the patient was in the military.�
Military personnel were allowed to be visited by their superior
officer.� Of course the loophole for the
military was that a superior officer could bring in junior staff members;
therefore, any lower ranking officer could see a patent as long as they were
with a superior officer.

Roy shook his head.�

It would
be better not to have such a dumb rule in the first place.� That would save superior officers a lot of
time.

Falman
looked around the room at the accessories and smiled.� �It was nice of the nurses to put all this
stuff out for him.�

The
colonel nodded.�

There had
been plenty of unhappy people who had wanted to see the master sergeant, but
had been turned away.� All they could do
was leave their cards, flowers, balloons, etc., and say they would come back
when he was awake.

Of
course, with all the doctors saying he would live, there was really no reason
to keep him in this ward, but they were doing it for security reasons.� Not that it would stop someone determined to
kill the man off, but Roy
didn�t think anyone else would be going after Fuery.�

�You
couldn�t have done anything,� Falman said, and Roy looked up in surprise.� He had let his thoughts wander�

�Perhaps,�
Roy said
noncommittally.�

�He
wouldn�t want you to blame yourself,� the other man said and put a hand on Roy�s shoulder.� The colonel could only nod.� He didn�t believe it, not for a minute.� If it hadn�t been for him, then Fuery would
probably be fine.

Falman
looked as if he wanted to say more, but held himself back.� Of course he held himself back.� They both knew the room was heavily
bugged.�

�I�m sure
we�ll catch whatever punk kids did this,� the graying man said meaningfully,
then paused for a moment before saying, �I have to go, thanks for taking me in
to see him.�� The man held out his hand
and Roy took
it.�

After
shaking hands, Roy
was about to let go, but Falman held tighter.�
�Take care of yourself, sir.�� The
worry was evident in his eyes.� �You look
tired.� Try taking a break.�

You mean take care and watch my
back.� Perhaps try taking a break from
this case... he
thought, then said, �I�ll try to take care of myself, but I have a job to do,
and I�ll do whatever it takes to get it done.�

With a
sigh, Falman nodded and let go of Roy�s
hand.� With a salute of farewell, the man
left the hospital room.�

For a
moment, Roy
just stood there, then sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets.� After a minute, he let go of the paper Falman
had slipped him, took his hands out of his pockets and left the room.

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

�This is
really good,� Al said, grinning at Winry.�

She
blushed slightly and his grin widened.�
It was always great to be able to say something that made her blush or
smile.�

�I
agree,� Pinako said.� �Your cooking
skills have really improved recently.� I
suppose when you have an incentive to excel in something it really makes a
difference.�

Winry
looked down at her plate and her blush deepened.�

Incentive? Al thought.� He opened his mouth to ask what the old woman
was talking about when suddenly the front door crashed open.� All three of them turned to look and when Al
saw who it was he scowled angrily.

�Well, I
hope we aren�t interrupting anything, but we�re here to inspect.� Make sure everything is alright,� Colonel
Archer said and walked into the room.�
The man was followed by Kimblee and a group of
soldiers.�

The three
of them stood and Pinako walked toward them and growled, �Well as you can see,
young man, we are all fine.�

The pale
man gave her a tight lipped, condescending smile. ��We�ll just check around to make sure you
don�t have any �uninvited guests� hanging around your house,� he said, then motioned for the soldiers to begin their search.�

�The only
�uninvited guests� here are you and your soldiers,� Pinako replied.

�Hey!� Winry
yelled, when one of the soldiers dumped a box of screws onto the floor, but the
soldier paid her no mind.

The blond
mechanic growled and began walking forward as if to show the soldier who was
boss, but Al grabbed her and held her back.�

�Winry,�
he hissed softly.�

�But,
Al�� she looked up at him and he could see hurt frustration in her eyes.�

Pressing
his lips together, the teen turned to Archer and said, �I don�t think your men
are going to find anyone hiding in little boxes.�

Archer
only shrugged and walked across the room to where the stairs were.� Motioning to a few soldiers, the man began up
the stairs to where the bedrooms were located.

With an
angry look on her face, Winry again tried to storm away, but Al kept a hold of
her.�

�This is stupid,� she raged.� �They�re just doing this to be
assholes!�� The blonde turned her angry
glare to where Kimblee was standing with an amused
grin on his face.�

�Winry,
calm down,� Pinako said and pointed to a chair.�
�Sit.� Being angry, or arguing,
isn�t going to help anything.�

With a
huff, the girl sat heavily in one of the chairs, folded her arms and looked
away, but not before Al saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes.

Feeling
more upset about the fact that these men had made Winry cry than the invasion
of their privacy, Al stepped forward as if to follow Archer up the stairs, but Kimblee instantly moved to his side and grabbed his arm.

�I don�t
think so,� the dark-haired alchemist said, still wearing a small smirk on his
face.

Quickly,
Al weighed his options.� He could fight
the other alchemist, and probably lose, creating problems for all of them, or
he could hold back�

The tall
teen looked back at Winry who was now staring at him with frightened eyes.�

Frightened
for him�

With a
sigh, Al nodded and said, �Fine.�� He
tried to shake the man�s hand off, but Kimblee
wouldn�t let go.� In irritation, Al
looked over at the man and said, �You can let me go, I won�t cause any
trouble.�

The other
alchemist�s grin broadened and he tightened his grip on Al�s arm.� �I�m sure you would make a fine bomb,� the
man murmured, then brought his other hand up to caress Al�s face.� �After I played with you a
little.�

The
teen�s eyebrows knit together in confusion.�
After he was played with?� What did that
mean?

With a
cry of rage, Winry launched herself at the dark haired man and began hitting
him with her fists.� �Stay away from him,
you sick pervert!�

Letting
go, Kimblee started to fend off the angry mechanic,
but Al had read enough about this man to know that he wouldn�t hesitate killing
her if he wanted to.� The sandy-haired
teen reached out and grabbed a hold of her, pulling her away from the surprised
man.

�Winry,�
he said, trying to calm her.

�Let me
go, Al!� she screamed hysterically.

�No!� Stop it!�
You�re going to get hurt!� he yelled, wondering how long he�d be able to
hold her back.�

�What the
hell is going on here?� Archer asked, descending the stairs with the other
soldiers.

�This
bitch just started attacking me for no reason,� Kimblee
said mildly.

At that,
Winry screamed, �You liar!�

�Winry, stop!� Al pleaded.� �Just ignore him.�

With a
sigh that was obviously fake, Archer said, �Really�I
just don�t see it��

Al looked
at him in confusion, then his eyes widened when he saw the piece of crumbled up
paper in the man�s hand.� Anger flared up
inside of him at having something so personal looked at.� He almost wanted to let Winry go so that she
could attack him, but he didn�t.� It
would just make things worse.�

�Have you
thought about my offer?� the pale man asked.

Al silently
glared at the man.�

�I
see.� Well, think it over.� I would hate for something�bad�to
happen�� When he said the word �bad�,
Archer�s eyes flicked to Winry, then back.�
The man motioned the soldiers to the door, then
said, �Sometimes soldiers get out of hand�I mean, I can�t watch them all the
time��

�Get out
of my house, now,� Pinako demanded.

With a
shrug, Archer walked toward the door.� Kimblee was slower at leaving.� The long-haired man looked at Al and let his
eyes travel up and down the teen�s body before smirking again and following the
others out the door.

After the
door closed, Winry turned around and wrapped her arms around him and buried her
face in his chest.� �I hate that man.� I hate him!��
She sniffled and he knew she was trying to hide the fact that she was
crying.�

With a
sigh, Al wrapped his arms around her.� He
hated the man too.� He didn�t like anyone
who made her sad or upset.� He only
wanted to see smiles on her face.

�I�ll
protect you, Al,� Winry said fiercely.�

She would protect him?�
What was she talking about?� Al
tightened his hold on her with a bad feeling that perhaps she was the one who
needed protection.

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

Colonel
Henry Douglas(2) stood with his arms folded as he
scanned the darkness of the abandoned warehouse. �He was here on orders from the higher ups, but
also on orders from Kagegkuski.�

He was
sort of the middle man in the communications between The People�s Army and
those in the military who supported them.�
Of course, he was sure there were others.� He wasn�t so stupid as to believe himself
indispensable, but he knew he was fairly well trusted by both sides, and that
made all the difference.�

This was
why Henry had been given this particular assignment.� The higher ups in the military that were
conspiring with Kagegkuski knew there were a few investigations that were
focused on finding them, and they wanted to put a stop to it.

He�d
already detoured most of the investigation groups, but there was one in
particular that�

The sound
of pebbles crunching met his ears, and Henry whipped his head around toward the
sound.� It was dark and he couldn�t see
who was coming, but he knew it could be no one else than who he was waiting
for.

When the
sound stopped, the colonel pushed his glasses up and said, �It took you long
enough.�

Silence.

With a
sigh, Henry said, �Has the investigation stopped?�

�No,� the
other said simply.

�Damn��
he whispered and ran his fingers through his white hair.� �I�ve been told the target is still alive,
but I don�t think that matters.� He was
only to be a message anyway.� That damn
upstart doesn�t know when to quit.� Well,
I guess we�ll have to make him quit.�

Henry
felt no remorse at killing off the leader of this investigation.� The man was an annoyance and a threat to his
career.� No one should be able to advance
in the ranks that quickly.

�Those
who surround him will protect him,� came the voice
from the shadows.� �They are extremely
loyal.�

Henry
chuckled and asked, �All of them?�

To that,
there was no answer.

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1- In
chapter five I made a footnote about Rizembool being to the north, because on
the fansub I had it said north, but then I was
listening to the English dub and it said East... I was
like, WTF??� So, there was nothing for it
but for me to put it on Japanese and actually listen to what they were saying,
and wouldn�t you know it?� Al said
east...� That really doesn�t change much
in this story.� Rizembool will still be
to the north in this story, and most likely in every other story of mine that
you read because I think I like it being to the north� haha But
I just wanted to put this note in for all the die-hards out there.�

2- Henry
Douglas is from the Manga.

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