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Nomme de Plume:� I hope you don�t die, though you�re right,
there is a lot of unresolved tension.�
But don�t worry, it will all be resolved by the end.� You�ll find out about Al�s project next
chapter so no worries. ^_^�
*chuckles* nope! Ed can�t see it cause
he�s too focused on himself, like most teenagers.� It�s something he�ll need to grow out
of.� *grins* I�m glad you like the story,
and yep, even the homunculi are in this (they�ve already shown up in chapters 6
and 16 ^_^).� stupefied-Narutard:�
*laughs*� I�m really happy you
like this story!� *nods* yeah it�s all
for the cause. ^_~� Amethyst-eyed Koneko:� Hm� you�re right�
there are cliffhangers everywhere.�
*laughs*� Well,
don�t worry.� You�ll find out what
happens eventually.� Raditz: Thank you.� ^_^� I�m glad you�re
enjoying the story.�

Descent

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Determination

Roy leaned against the desk and
waited for the head nurse to get off the phone.�
She was an older woman with fiery-red hair and way too much makeup.� He tried not to blanch at the �mothball�
scent that permeated from her and said politely when she hung up the phone,
�I�m here to see Master Sergeant Kain Fuery.��

She
stared silently at him for a moment and he sighed before reaching for his
wallet.� The woman was a stickler for
protocol.� Despite the fact that he came
almost every day to see his subordinate, the woman insisted that he show
identification.

Roy pulled out his wallet and opened
it to his military photo identification.�
Not the watch; no, that thing meant nothing to her.� He also pulled out the form from Kain�s file that showed that he was, indeed, under Roy�s command.

The
woman, her nametag read Tabitha Crenshaw, studied the photo ID, then looked up
at him and said, �You know where the room is, colonel?�

Roy nodded as he walked away and
stuffed his wallet back in his pocket.�
As much as he disliked dealing with the woman, he felt that Fuery�s
safety mattered more than him being inconvenienced.

He was
about to put his hand on the doorknob when he heard, �Colonel Mustang,� behind
him.� Roy turned and saw Doctor Booth walking toward
him.� The dark-haired man sighed.� It was obvious that Doctor Booth didn�t like
him, but he probably deserved the dislike given how he�d acted that first day
he came to see Fuery in the hospital.

�Doctor,�
Roy said in a
mild greeting.

�Colonel, a moment of your time, if you don�t mind.�

�I
actually don�t have much of that at the moment, perhaps we could talk another
time?� he suggested, not really in the mood to speak with the man.

�Colonel
Mustang, we�ve done some tests on Mr. Fuery and his memory is...�

�You told
me this on the phone,� Roy
interrupted.�

�I told
you a few rudimentary things.� Before you
decide to either keep him in the military or discharge him, I think it would be
best if we went over a few things.�

�Fine.� I�ll make an appointment with your
secretary,� the colonel said flatly.�
�Now if you�ll excuse me.�� He
turned and opened the door.� Letting
himself into the room, Roy
shut the door and walked slowly to the bed in the dimly lit room.�

Careful.

He�d have
to be very careful about what he said in here.

During
his visits, Roy
had located several of the bugs hidden about the room and he�d desperately
wanted to turn them off, but he didn�t.�
He didn�t want anyone to know that he was aware of them.

His eyes rested on his master sergeant, and Roy saw that the smaller man�s eyes were open
and watching him.� The colonel smiled, pulled a chair up near
the bed and sat down.

�Hi, Kain,� Roy
whispered.

�Hi...�
the man replied slowly, uncertainty filling his voice.�

The
colonel looked at him for several moments before saying anything else, then said, �Do you know who I am?�

Fuery
searched his face, then sighed and shook his head.� �You look...familiar...but, I�m sorry, I just
don�t know...��

�I see,� Roy said softly.� �Do you remember anything?��

�Sometimes,
but it comes and goes.� The doctor said
it�s probably temporary... I hope so...�

Roy nodded.� �I hope so too, Kain.�

They
looked at each other for a moment before Fuery asked, �So...who are you?�

The
colonel smiled a little and said, �My name is Roy Mustang.� I�m your commanding officer.�� When the man�s forehead crinkled in
confusion, Roy
said, �You�re a master sergeant in the military.�

�Oh...� Kain murmured.

�I can�t
stay long, but I came down here as soon as they let me know you were awake.�

�Oh.� Well... thanks.�� The man paused, then
asked in a small voice, �Will you come visit me again?�

Roy stood and nodded.� �Of course.� I promise.��
He stared for the door when Fuery called to him.

�Wait!�

Turning
around, Roy glanced
at the smaller man who was struggling to sit up.� Kain�s eyes were
wide and a bit of confusion mixed in with the look as well.� The man�s face seemed to lose what little
color it had previously had.� �You�re in
danger...� Kain whispered, then terror flashed across his face and he buried
his head in his hands.

Quickly, Roy walked back and put
his hand on Fuery�s shoulder.� �Are you
alright?� he asked, wondering if the man was in pain.� �Do you need me to get you a doctor or a
nurse?�

Kain�s
head shook to the negative, then he slowly looked up
at Roy.� Panic and alarm filled Fuery�s features and
he grabbed weakly onto Roy�s
arm.� �I don�t know why... or how... but
suddenly...�� Kain shook his head and Roy could see tears
shimmering in his eyes.� �I think I�m
afraid to remember... I�m sorry...�

Pressing
his lips together, Roy
looked down at his subordinate with concern and worry.� After what had happened, he supposed he�d be
afraid to remember too.� �Don�t worry
about it,� Roy
said with a small smile.� �Just...�� Just what?�
Remember soon so he could use the man again?� Hurry up and get well so that you can be in
danger again?�

Probably
it was best if Kain never remembered anything.�

�Just,
rest.� It will all be okay, you�ll see,�
he finished.

By the
look on Kain�s face, the man didn�t look too
convinced.� �Please... be careful.�

Roy sighed softly.� He wanted to assure the man that everything
would be fine, or maybe even fill him in on some
things, but he couldn�t.� Not here.� Not in this bugged hospital room.�

�I�ll
try, Kain...� he said quietly.� �I�ll
try.��

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

Ed
glanced from the window to where Sig Curtis sat on
the other train bench in front of him.�
The large butcher was silently studying him and Ed had to fight the urge
to run away.�

Sighing
irritably, he reached over and fished a pen out of one of the side pockets on
his... Roy�s...
suitcase before leaning against the window and putting the tip of the pen in
his mouth.� What he really needed right
now was a fucking cigarette.�

This was
all Havoc�s fault.

Ed
fiddled idly with the pen, running it back and forth over his lips.�

It felt
so much better to have someone to blame.�
He couldn�t blame Havoc for everything, but for getting him hooked on
smoking, he definitely blamed the man.�
At least, right now he did.� Ed
knew that it had been his choice, but he was overlooking that fact for now
until he could get a fix.

Again he
glanced at Sig and began sucking on the pen.

South.

He was going
south.

Damn it
all...

Not that
he was in any big hurry to get back to Central; in fact, he�d felt that he
needed more time to think, but going to Dublith had definitely not been in his
plans...

�She�ll
be glad to see you,� Sig said in his deep voice and
Ed sighed.

�No, she
won�t...� he muttered, trying to push down his nervousness.� Izumi would probably skin him alive...�

He hadn�t
seen her since she�d come to visit them in Rizembool, and she�d constantly been
trying to get him alone.� Ed knew she wanted
to ask him about how he got Al�s body back, and so he�d avoided being alone
with her.

He�d also
been extremely moody at the time, but had tried really hard to be pleasant when
she and Sig had been there.� Ed frowned unhappily.� If only he had tried to be more pleasant to
Al... but what was done, was done.� There was nothing he could do but go
forward...

Somehow...

Ed
absentmindedly pushed his bangs back.� He
didn�t want to tell her, but it was hard to not tell her something when she
asked; Izumi was just that kind of woman.�
But here he was, on his way to see her.�
He could have said �no� when Sig had asked him
to come, but he couldn�t.� The big man�s
eyes had held a look that spoke volumes.

She
wasn�t getting better.� Izumi only looked
strong, but Ed knew it was only a matter of time before she could no longer
maintain that tough exterior.� The
consequences of her sin were taking their fatal toll on her and someday...

Someday soon...

The teen
shook his head.� He didn�t want to think
of that.� She had been their teacher, but
she�d also been something more.� Izumi
had been like a second mother to him and Al, and he couldn�t bear the thought
of losing yet another mother...

He
supposed that was part of why he had a difficult time not telling something if
she asked.� He couldn�t, though...he just
couldn�t.� It had hurt too much, telling
her what Al and he had done, how they�d tried to bring
back their mother, but this...

No.

He
couldn�t.

He was
too ashamed.

Ed
couldn�t tell her, and he couldn�t tell Al.�
If his brother knew that he�d gotten his body back because Ed had...

No...

He had to
keep this from Al to protect him.� Not
knowing would be better for him.� Al was
too gentle of a person.� It would hurt
him too much if he knew...

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

Al looked
down at the paper and sighed.� After all
the work he�d put into this, he�d only been able to produce something so...

Mediocre...�

The urge
to crumple the paper up and try again was strong, but he refrained.� So it wasn�t perfect... neither was he.� There really wasn�t anything more he could
think of to make it better.� This just
wasn�t his strong point, but he�d wanted to do something like this...

Letting
out his breath in exasperation, Al set the paper on the desk, got up from his
chair and flopped down on his bed.�

�I can�t
do this...� he whispered to himself.� His
heart beat wildly just thinking about it and the air suddenly seemed
thicker.� He turned onto his stomach and
buried his face in his pillow.� Although
he�d been planning this for a while, he couldn�t help feeling scared to
death.� What if he was wrong about the
signals he�d been getting?� What if...

No.�

�Al began hitting his head against his pillow.

No, he...��

�What are
you doing?�

The
alchemist froze in the act of hitting his head yet another time against his
pillow, then quickly rolled over so he could look at
the door.� Unfortunately, he was too
close to the edge of the bed and he fell off, landing painfully on the floor.

Feeling
completely mortified, Al felt blood rush to his cheeks and he glanced up to
where Winry was sticking her head into the room.� Her lips were pressed together as if she were
trying to hold back a laugh.

�Are you
alright?� she asked, amusement mixing with concern.

�Yeah...�
he muttered and was about to get to his feet when the sound of barking coming
closer met his ears.� He looked up at
Winry, who was looking out the door.

�Den!�
she yelled and moments later a small brown blur raced into the room and hid
under the bed.� This was followed by Den
trying to come into the room, but Winry pushed him out and shut the door.

He could
hear her scolding the dog on the other side of the door and he lay down on his
back and sighed.� For a moment he just
stared up at the ceiling, then he turned his head and
looked at the small brown tabby.�

Al let a
smile touch his lips and he wiggled his fingers for the kitten to come.� For a moment, CinCin
simply looked at him, then she came out and rubbed her
head against his fingers.�

�What do
you think?� he asked the kitten.�

The small
animal simply ignored him and instead scampered to one of the crumpled up wads
of paper and began batting at it.

�Thanks...�
he muttered and laid his arm over his eyes before sighing in resignation.�

He�d just
have to do it.

That�s
all there was to it.

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

Russell
glanced over at Urayami feeling frustrated and angry.� And yet another day of the other teen�s
ceaseless questions and commentary.� Did
he even know the meaning of the words �none of your business�?� The questions had gone from personal, to very
personal, as in, what were his favorite sex positions and the like.� �

He�d
tried hinting that perhaps Urayami should split off
from him and travel east without him, but the guy was dead set on traveling
north with him.� Somehow he had to get
away.� He just didn�t think he could
handle being around the other teen any longer.�
Even if it meant sneaking away in the middle of the night, Russell was
determined to get to Rizembool without this nuisance...

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

Roy sighed heavily and shut the door
behind him.� It had been another long
day.� He bent over, untied his boots and
pulled them off before making his way into the kitchen.� And now, it would be another long, lonely
night.� He opened the cupboard, grabbed
one of the bottles and glanced at the black label covering the square bottle
and nodded.

That
would work.

The
colonel sighed, and took a drink before tossing the top on the counter and
making his way back to the bedroom.� As
he walked, Roy
took another swig and began undoing the buttons on his uniform jacket.�

He
crossed his bedroom and set the bottle down before taking his jacket off and
hanging it up.� It was the least he could
do...� Roy knew it would be better if he took off
the rest of his uniform, but he didn�t. Instead, he pulled his white button up
shirt out of his pants then threw himself on his bed.�

Rolling
over, Roy
grabbed the bottle, propped himself up for a moment, and took a deep drink of
the amber colored liquid.� He set the
bottle down and stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything that was going
on.

He didn�t
know what to do about Kain Fuery.� The
man could be in danger again if the wrong people believed he would say the
wrong things, but he could also be a huge liability if he told those wrong
people about Roy�s
plans...

Roy took another drink and thought
about the implications of this and how he could possibly protect himself and
his subordinates.� It didn�t take long
for him to devise something that might work, which was good since the more he
drank, the less he was able to concentrate.�
He had a great buzz going and he just needed to relax, not worry about
his plans and ambitions.�

Roy�s glanced over to the bookshelf
where Ed�s red coat hung where the teen had left it.� Ed never wore it anymore, given how much he
was growing, and Roy
supposed he understood it being left here.�
Ed didn�t have any more use of it.�
He used the black overcoat issued to him by the military when he wanted
a coat.�

It was
sad, in a way, because the red coat just seemed so much a part of Ed.� The blond had worn it so much that it was
strange to think that he wouldn�t be wearing it any longer.�

Roy stared at it a moment longer,
then took another swig from the bottle before pulling out his watch.� Opening it, Roy looked at the picture of him and Maes
inside and said, �What do you think?�

�I think you should stop focusing
on Ed so much.�� Words from long ago echoed
in his head.� �I think that you even considering that boy for a partner is wrong.�

Roy hadn�t said anything at the time
and still he kept quiet, letting his dead friend�s words ring loudly in his
ears.�

�Ed is fourteen years younger than
you, Roy.� You need someone your own age
and someone who can handle all that comes with having you as a partner...��
�

�Ed can
handle it,� Roy
murmured to the picture and took another drink.�
�He�s just acting like a little brat right now.� There are just some things I can�t tell
him.� You understand that, right,
Maes?� I mean, you should, you kept me in
the dark until the very end...�

Until the end.

Roy felt tears gather in his eyes and
he snapped the watch shut and set it on the night stand before letting his
fingers brush against the bottle.� If he
got Ed involved...� But he wouldn�t.

He
couldn�t.

Roy didn�t think he�d be able to
handle it if anything happened to Ed.�
Besides, there really was no reason to get him involved.� It was better just to keep him researching
and away from the danger; away from suspicion...

�Ed,
where are you?� he whispered.�

Roy had figured maybe two weeks at
the most, but it was going on three weeks now and he hadn�t even gotten a phone
call from him.� He really felt like this
situation was out if his control and it was driving him crazy.�

The
colonel took another drink from the bottle, then opened the drawer and took out
a picture of Ed that he�d taken a couple of weeks before Ed left.� He wasn�t naked like Roy had wanted him to
be; Ed had been too embarrassed to have a nude picture taken of him, but he
definitely looked sexy as hell just wearing one of Roy�s white button up shirts.�

Roy leaned the picture against the
bottle and smiled faintly at the photo before frowning.� Ed had made it quite clear that he didn�t
like how much Roy
drank.� It was stupid, really...� It wasn�t as if he was drunk all the
time.� He didn�t drink at work normally,
but lately he had been so stressed that he�d taken a little nip here and there
throughout the day, but no one seemed to notice, so it was no big deal...

Suddenly
a fuzzy memory flashed through his mind; a memory of having Ed�s head in his hands,
of not letting the teen pull away, of forcing his drunk young lover to
swallow...

With
shaking hands, Roy
moved the picture aside, grabbed the bottle and took a long drink.�

I didn�t do that... Roy thought desperately.� I
didn�t.� It was just a dream.� If I had, Ed would have said something...

A small
voice inside his head, that sounded suspiciously like Maes�s
voice, said, �Wasn�t it right after that
night that Ed started protesting your drinking?�

Roy picked up the picture and stared
at it.� Somewhere deep inside of him, he
knew that was correct.� He also knew in
that same deep down place that what had happened the night he and Ed had gotten
sloshed was no dream.

But he
didn�t want to believe it.�

He
couldn�t.

Roy didn�t want to think that he was capable
of hurting Ed like that...�

Maybe Ed
had a right to be angry.�

Maybe.

Roy shook his head, put his arm under
his pillow, laid his head on the pillow and set the picture where he�d be able
to see it easily.� No... it had just been a dream.�
That was all... Ed was much more physically capable than he was.� There was no way he could force Ed into doing
something he didn�t want to do.�

His
eyelids felt heavy and his body felt comfortably warm.� Roy
let his eyes shut and he instantly saw Ed in his mind.�

No.

There was
nothing wrong with him or how much he drank; Ed was simply making a big deal
out of nothing.

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