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Nomme de Plume:
Thanks!� Hm,
that�s an interesting thought.� I guess
we�ll see won�t we? ^_^�
The Moo-Moo:� Yeah I didn�t think so� *shrugs* who knows� �TrulyWished: Hm, yeah, you
may have, but hey, I�m always happy to hear from you again <3 MustangsHavoc: Yeah it was, sorry.� :( �*grins* Izumi is definitely one tough
bitch. Amethyst-eyed Koneko:
*laughs* yeah, well if only it really were that easy.� Yes, that was Lust who was talking to
Bartholomew.� Ah well, I hope to update
Blind Obsession soon, and The Sound of Silence?�
Well... Well see... soon, maybe... Arara: Thanks!

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Descent

Chapter Thirty-Two

Memory

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Roy frowned as the silence between
himself and Doctor Booth grew.� There was
a clock somewhere that was ticking away the seconds and it was becoming rather
annoying.� Finally, the older man said,
�I appreciate you taking the time to come here.�

�Of
course...� Roy
murmured and waited.

The
doctor picked up a pen and tapped it against his desk for a moment, before
leaning forward.� �Since we both have
other things to do, I�m going to try making this short.� As I�m sure you�re aware by now, Mr. Fuery
has retrograde amnesia.� This means that
he is unable to remember things before his trauma.��

Doctor
Booth set the pen down.� �This form of amnesia
is actually quite rare.� It is more
normal for people to experience anterograde amnesia,
this being that they have a difficult time remembering things that happen after
the trauma.� It is possible that Mr.
Fuery�s memory will return to him, but there are no guarantees.� There are no treatments for this type of
thing.� You can only wait and hope.� Sometimes if a person with amnesia is exposed
to things that they are familiar with, this might bring back some memories; but
again, there is no guarantee.�

The
doctor cleared his throat and sat back in his chair before folding his
arms.� �This is not to say that Mr. Fuery
will not experience symptoms of anterograde
amnesia.� From what I�ve observed since
he woke, Mr. Fuery does seem to have some difficulty remembering things between
the time he woke and now.�

�Can�t we
just hit him over the head again?� Roy
said, half joking, half serious.

To this,
the doctor simply glared at him.�
�Really, colonel... That is simply a myth.� You cannot retrieve memories in such a way.�� He paused, then
said, �I also believe some of this is emotional amnesia, meaning that it was
the event itself, the trauma of having it happen, that caused the memory
loss.� Really, we just don�t know for
sure.� The brain is such a complicated thing.�

Again
there was silence, then Roy grunted.�
�So... I assume you have more to say.�

The
doctor nodded.� �I�ve already told you
before that I don�t recommend Mr. Fuery returning to work for the military in
his former occupation, but it seems to me that you�re not going to take that
advice.�

Roy nodded.�

Doctor
Booth sighed.� �Well, as I said,
sometimes familiar things can help bring back memory, so perhaps it will help,
but I don�t know how much he�ll be able to do.�
You�ll need to retrain him and there is no guarantee he�ll remember what
you tell him.�

The man
looked at his watch, then back to Roy.� �Amnesia patents often feel overwhelmed and
embarrassed because they can�t remember things that they know they should.� I would recommend easing him back into his
job.� You all know him, but he doesn�t
know you.� It might be good if people
remember that he is, in essence, meeting them for the first time.�

�I�ll let
them know,� Roy
said, feeling more than ready to leave.

�You
should also know that when memories are recovered, it is the older ones that
come first and then the more recent ones.�
However, sometimes, most times actually, memories of how the memories
are lost don�t return.�� There was
another moment of silence, then the doctor stood and
walked around his desk.� Roy took this as a cue that their meeting was
over and stood as well.� Doctor Booth
rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a couple of pamphlets, then walked to Roy.�

�These
will explain a little more.� I hope
you�ll call me if there are any problems or if you have any concerns.�� Roy
nodded and relieved the man of the pamphlets.�
As he started to turn away, Doctor Booth said, �There�s also one on the Korsakoff Syndrome...�

Roy turned back.� �The what?�

Doctor
Booth took a few steps forward so that he was close and said, �The Korsakoff Syndrome.�
It is a form of memory loss caused by chronic alcoholism... I just
thought you might find it... interesting.�

Roy pressed his lips together and
said tightly, �What does that have to do with my master sergeant?�

The older
man sighed and shook his head.� �People
like you generally don�t take hints, so I�ll put it to you plainly.� Each time I�ve been around you I can smell
alcohol on your breath.� I think you
should be aware of at least one of the dangers of drinking so much.�

Anger
rushed through him and he hissed, �I do not
have a drinking problem.� Just keep your
damn opinions to yourself.�

Instead
of getting offended, Doctor Booth merely looked sad.� �No... Of course you don�t...�

Roy scowled, and, turning on his
heal, stalked out of the room.

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

Fletcher
padded quietly out of his room and to the kitchen to get himself
a drink of water.� The kitchen was dark
and when he stubbed his toe, he sucked in a hissing breath before bending down
and gently touching his foot.� Whimpering
quietly, he stood back up and started waving his hands around as he inched forward,
feeling for the cupboard that held the glasses.�

Suddenly
an arm wrapped around his neck and a hand pressed against his mouth.� In surprise, he yelled, but it was muffled by
the hand.�

�Shhhh!� came a sound from behind
him.� He felt warm breath against his ear
and his nose wrinkled a little when the faint smell of alcohol and tobacco hit
his senses.� Quiet now, Fletcher felt
himself be released and he turned quickly to see Ed�s form in the darkness.

�What are
you doing?� Fletcher whispered, embarrassed at having been so surprised.

�Couldn�t sleep, so I came down here.�
I saw you and thought maybe you couldn�t sleep either, but I didn�t want
to startle you and have you wake everyone up.�

�Well...
You still startled me...� Fletcher grumbled as he grabbed a glass and turned to
fill it with water.�

�Sorry,
I...�� Ed trailed off as the sound of
coughing from Izumi and Sig�s room rang through the
house.� The two were quiet for a moment, then Ed whispered, �Let�s go out back.�

Fletcher
nodded and followed Ed out the door.� The
last thing he wanted to do was wake the woman.�
He worried about her more and more as he continued to stay with her.� As he walked outside, the porch light came on
and he glanced over to see Ed walking away from the switch before sitting down
on the steps.

Fletcher
let his eyes move over the other alchemist.�
Ed really had grown a few inches since he�d seen him last; though
Fletcher had an idea that the older alchemist would never get very tall.� Perhaps another inch, maybe two, but that was most likely it.� Both of Fletcher�s parents had been tall, and
Russell had been taller than most boys his age.�
Recently, Fletcher had noticed that he�d started getting taller as well
and he had a feeling that he would probably surpass Ed in height in the not too
distant future.

Fletcher
sat down on one of the steps and continued staring at the teen.� Ed was wearing a t-shirt that was much too
big for him and a pair of sweats that had been cut off near his ankles.� The sweats were also too big for him, but
they seemed to be pulled tight by drawstrings, one of which was dangling below
the bottom of the shirt.�

Ed
glanced at him, then took a drink of something, and
Fletcher thought that perhaps he had grabbed the drink from the counter before
coming outside.� The boy frowned and
said, �I don�t think teacher would be very happy to know you were drinking.�

Ed
shrugged and took another sip.� �She
won�t know.� I bought this stuff in Rush Valley,
so it�s not even hers.��

�Still...�
Fletcher muttered and took a sip of his water.�
They sat there in silence for a while before Ed pulled out a cigarette,
lit it, and took a drag.� �When did you
start smoking and drinking?� Fletcher asked, not liking this new development in
his old acquaintance.

�I don�t
remember exactly...� Ed murmured, staring at the sky.�

Fletcher
glanced up at the moon, full and glassy in the sky, then back to Ed.� �Oh...�
Well, it�s not really very good for you...�

�Yeah,
yeah...� Ed muttered.� �Actually, I think
I�m going to quit smoking when I go back to Central.�

�Why not
just quit now?� Fletcher asked while rubbing at his eyes.

�Well,
because... It�s just not a good time.� I
mean... I don�t know.� I guess I have too
much going on right now to want to add something else, you know?� Ed took
another drag off his dwindling cigarette before taking a small sip of his
drink.� �There�s something I have to take
care of in Central before I quit.� Every
time I think about it I get all worked up, so this helps calm me down.�

Fletcher
scratched idly at his ear and said, �But there�s always things going on,
right?�

�Yeah, I
guess so.� I just want to wait.� I could
quit now, I can quit whenever I want, I just don�t want to.�

�If you
say so...� the boy murmured and yawned.

�So, tell
me why Russell went to Rizembool,� Ed said as he crushed the cigarette against
the palm of his automail hand and laid it next to him.�

�Oh...
um...� he stuttered.� Over dinner, Izumi
had asked Ed if he was still in the military and when he�d said yes, she�d
asked him what he thought about The People�s Government.� To this, Ed had merely shrugged and said that
they were a rebel army and the military would probably overtake them.� Despite him not seeming very interested in
the subject, Izumi had given Fletcher a very pointed look, one that clearly
said to not tell Ed about his involvement with the rebellion if he knew what
was best for him.

Fletcher
didn�t know if Ed would really turn them in or not, but he supposed it was best
to be safe.� �Well, teacher told us about
Al getting his body back and he wanted to go visit,� he said.� Not a lie�exactly, just not the whole truth.

�Hm... but not you?� Ed asked.� �I mean, you and Al seem to be better friends
than him and Russell.�

�Teacher
said she would train me,� Fletcher said simply.

�Ah, I
see.� Well, as long as she�s up to it, I
suppose,� Ed murmured.

Fletcher
stared down and picked at his toe.� �Do
you think... Do you think that she�s going to get
better?�� It was a question he didn�t
dare ask her.� He could see how hard she
worked at pretending that she was fine, but he also saw when she winced or
sagged when she thought he wasn�t looking.�

Ed gave
him a sympathetic look and whispered, �No... I�m sorry.�

Fletcher
swallowed.� �Do you think she�s going to
die?�

�Does
that make you sad?� Ed asked.�

�Of course!� Fletcher cried and slapped a hand over his mouth.� He glanced at the house and waited for a
minute to see if he had woken anyone.�
When nothing happened he dropped his hand and said more quietly, �Of
course... wouldn�t you be sad?�

The older
alchemist sighed and murmured, �All is one and one is all...�� He gave a mirthless laugh.� �Even though we�re only a small part of the
world, and the world will keep moving if we�re gone, I suppose that doesn�t
mean we can�t mourn and grieve when a part of our world is taken from us.�� He paused, then said
quietly, �Yes, I would... will... be sad.

Fletcher
nodded as he digested what Ed had said.�
�I guess I�ll just try to make the best of the time that I have left...�

To that,
Ed simply nodded and took another sip of his drink.� �Maybe that�s all anyone can do...��

Fletcher
frowned as Ed seemed to lose himself to his thoughts, then looked at Ed�s glass
and thought that even though Ed was sipping at it, the liquid level wasn�t
really changing.�

�So...
What are you drinking?� he asked curiously.�

The
corners of Ed�s lips turned up into a small smile and he said quietly,
�Applejack.�

�Oh...� Is it good?�

Ed
glanced at him and gave him a rueful look.�
�No.�

Fletcher
raised an eyebrow.� �Then why are you
drinking it?�� Or maybe you�re not... he thought, thinking again about how the
amount of liquid in the glass seemed to stay the same. �

For a
moment, Ed didn�t say anything, then he whispered, �Because, it reminds me of
something... someone...�

Fletcher
waited, but when nothing else came he sighed and stood up.� �I�m tired.�
I think I�m going to go back to bed.��
Ed nodded, then looked out over the back yard, seemingly deep in
thought.� With a shrug, Fletcher let
himself back into the house and closed the door.

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

Winry
stared up at the ceiling and sighed.�
She�d gone to bed early because she�d been so tired, but now she was awake
and it was the middle of the night...�
Try as she might, Winry couldn�t seem to get back to sleep.� Sitting up, the blonde mechanic rubbed at her
eyes before standing and walking over to the window.� She gazed up at the full moon.� It was large and luminous and it seemed as if
she could almost touch it if she reached out her hand.

She
glanced down at the grass at the back of the house and blinked in surprise when
she saw Alphonse lying on his back in the grass.� Smiling, she turned her gaze to the thin ring
on her hand.� It was simple, but perfect
for her.� Anything elaborate would
probably get in the way of her work.�

With a
last glance out the window, Winry hurried out of her room and down to the back
door.� She opened it as quietly as she
could and stepped out onto the back porch.�
As she made her way down to the grass, Winry slowed and then
stopped.� She watched her betrothed lift
his hand up as if to grab a hold of the moon.�

With a
small smile, Winry walked over to him and said quietly, �What are you doing?�

He tilted
his head back and gazed at her as she walked beside him and sat down on the
grass.�

�Thinking...�
he whispered and looked back up to the moon.

�What are
you thinking about?��

He smiled
and lowered his hand to the ground.� �You
sure you want to know?�

She
frowned.� It was the answer he always
gave when he thought it would be too complicated for her to understand.� Of course, he was usually right, but he was
looking at the moon!� How complicated could it be?

�Try me,�
she responded.

He
shrugged and again lifted his hand to point up at the moon.� �When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the
moon and the stars; probably just as much as I was with alchemy.� The only difference was that there were hard
facts about alchemy, while there were only wild theories about...�� He waved his hand to indicate the moon and
the stars.

She
nodded.� Nothing too complicated yet.

�Well,
anyway, I�ve come up with several theories over the past few years, and by the
way, brother thinks I�m a totally loony, but...�� He stopped and glanced at her.� When she said nothing, he continued.� �What if what keeps us here on the ground is
the same thing that keeps the moon with us?� (1)�

Winry
frowned.� �What do you mean, what keeps
us here?�

Al
clenched his hand and brought it down before sitting up.� He turned and looked at her with the bright,
glazed look that he generally got when he became worked up about something...
well... nerdy...

�Some
sort of force has to keep us sitting here on the grass right, right?� Something as to make things fall down instead
of up, right?�

�Well...
yeah... but, the moon isn�t always
with us.� Sometimes it�s gone...��

She
trailed off as he shook his head.� �I
think that it�s always there.� But... err...
look.�� He grabbed her hands and balled
them into fists.� �Put your fists up and
leave them.�� When she did, he moved them
away from each other, and said, �This is the sun, okay?� And let�s say this would be the earth.�� He took his hand, made a fist and awkwardly
began circling it around one of her fists.�
�This is the moon, right?�

Winry
gave him a bland look.� �You don�t really
believe that do you...?��

�Yes!� It only makes sense because... look!� If the moon is over here on this side...�� He moved his hand on the side of her fist
that was away from her �sun� hand.� �Then
the moon would look like it was gone right?�

�Uh...�
She was beginning to feel a little confused by his jumping around with his
words.

�Because it�s the sun that
makes the moon shine!��

Winry
dropped her hands and shook her head.� �I
think Ed is right... Sorry, Al, but I think you should stick to alchemy, not
these strange theories that can never be proven.�

He
chuckled and lay back on his back.� �I�m
sure someday we�ll find out.�

�Perhaps,
but you have some strange ideas.� I
mean... isn�t it the sun that circles
around the earth?� Why would the earth go
around the sun?� And if the earth really
did go around the sun, then why would the moon not go around the sun too?��

He
grinned.� �I have lots of theories, but I
think they�d bore you.�� She opened her
mouth to protest.� Winry didn�t want him
to think that she�d find him boring.�
Before she could say anything he shook his finger at her.� �Don�t say it.� I know it�s true, but that�s okay.� Brother thinks I spend too much time thinking
about nonsense...� But...
You know...��

She
watched as his excitement faded and he frowned thoughtfully.� �I spent too many lonely nights staring up at
the sky after... well... you know... it�s not like I could sleep...� Sometimes I imagined that I could find a way
to travel to the moon and see if some of my theories were right.�

Winry
scooted close to him and touched his arm.�
It all sounded a bit crazy to her, but then, Ed and Al had always been
full of crazy ideas.� �I don�t know if
there will ever be a way to travel to the moon...� she whispered.

�I
know... but if there was a way, I�d want to...��

She
smiled down at him.� �Maybe I could build
you a car that would fly to the moon.�

At that
he laughed.� �A car
that would go to the moon, huh?�
Well, if you ever figure out how to do it, let me know.�

Winry
smiled and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear.� �I wonder...� she murmured.

�What?��

�If
things had been different somehow... maybe you would have been able to pursue
that...�

�Maybe,�
he murmured before reaching up and touching her face.� �With the moon behind you like that, you
really do look like an angel...�

That
brought a small laugh from her and she rolled her eyes.� �Al...�

He pushed
himself up onto one knee and wrapped his hand behind her head and pulled her
closer.� �Maybe if I�m kissed by an angel
my dreams will come true...�

Winry let
herself be guided forward and closed her eyes as her
lips pressed against his.� They stayed
like that for several moments, then she felt Al pull away and she opened her
eyes.� Sitting up, the taller teen inched
closer and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, pressing his hand against
her back.

He stared
deeply down into her eyes for a moment, nervousness radiating from him, then he leaned down and kissed her again.� She closed her eyes once more, and wrapped
her arms around his neck.� She felt his
tongue press against her lips and she parted her lips to grant him entrance.�

As he
kissed her deeply, she felt his other hand slide slowly up her side, over the
smooth fabric of her nightgown.� His hand
stopped just below her breast and for a moment she wondered how far he would
take this.� He�d kissed her before, but
he�d never touched her like this.�

Winry
didn�t want him to stop.� She craved his
touch; craved him.� She moved one of her hands up to his head and
combed her fingers through his hair.� His
hair wasn�t exactly thick, but it wasn�t thin either, and it was slightly damp
from where he�d been laying on the grass.

As she
timidly began kissing him back, Winry felt his hand begin to move up again and
this time he let the tips of his fingers touch the bottom of her breasts.� When she let out a small moan, he slid his
hand up more and touched her nipples through the fabric.

Suddenly
she felt as though she wasn�t getting enough air and pulled back from the
kiss.� She breathed in sharply, and
opened her eyes to see Al looking at her in concern.

�I�m
sorry,� he said quietly.� �Was it too
much, too soon?��

She shook
her head.� It wasn�t too much, but then
again it was.� She�d never been touched
like this.� She had dreamt about it,
but...� Despite the fact that Alphonse
held a concerned look on his face, she noticed that he hadn�t moved either of
his hands, nor had she let go of him.

�Al...�
she whispered, not sure if she should tell him to stop or not.

�I think
it worked...� he said softly.

�What?�

He smiled
and wrapped both of his arms around her, and holding her close.� �Kissing an angel really does make your
dreams come true...�

Winry
rested her chin on his shoulder and held him tight.� Blinking the sudden, happy tears from her
eyes, Winry decided that although his �angel� lines were corny, perhaps it
worked for her in her own way.� Perhaps
Al could be her angel, and if so... �I suppose you�re right...� she whispered,
snuggling deep in his arms.� �I suppose
you�re right.�

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Riza
tugged slightly at the tie she was wearing and lowered her hat a bit more over
her face.� She�d finished her assignment,
and all she wanted to do was go home and sleep, but she still had more to do.� Glancing around, she decided she hadn�t been
followed and turned left on the next corner.�
She quickly walked down the sidewalk until she reached where she was
going, then slowed.�
Glancing around again, Riza leaned back against the lamp post and looked
across the street at the nice ground level apartments.

�Hey,� came a voice and she instantly had her gun out and pointed
at the newcomer�s face.� Jean Havoc
raised his hands, a lighter in one, a pack of smokes in the other, and gave her
a sheepish grin.�

Riza
lowered her gun slowly, then thrust it back into her
holster.� �What are you doing here?� she
hissed, her heart still racing a little at being surprised.

He gave
her a half smile before lowering his hands.�
Smacking the pack of smokes against his other palm,
Havoc raised one slightly out of the pack and snatched it between his lips,
pulling it out.� He slipped the pack in
his jacket and lit the cigarette before nodding across the street.� �Same thing you are.�

She gave him
an unsettled look before glancing to where he had indicated.� Riza sighed softly and said, �Is he actually
in there?�

He
nodded.� �Yeah, finally went home about
an hour ago.� I know he�s been doing
extra work lately, but in the last few weeks...�� Havoc shook his head.� �He�s overdoing it.�

Riza
pressed her lips together.� She felt
frustration rush through her, but if her commanding officer wanted to stay late
and work until he died, there was really no way she could stop him.�

�I know
he wants that promotion, but...�

Riza
glanced at Havoc as he trailed off, and nodded at his unspoken words.� Sometimes she wondered if the colonel really
appreciated the reality of the danger he was in, or realized that the risk he
was taking just might be too much and could backfire at any moment.�

�Why do
you think he�s been working so much?� he asked absently around his cigarette,
then looked at her.� �The
real reason.�

She let
her breath out slowly and shrugged her shoulders, trying to get more
comfortable in the three piece suit.� The real reason?�
These past few months the real reason had been the promotion, but these
past few weeks...�

Riza had
a sneaking suspicion that Colonel Mustang had been working so much to keep his
mind off of his missing lover.� Roy
Mustang tended to be a man of extremes at times.� He drank excessively; when he was really
motivated, he worked excessively; during the war and after, he�d had sex
excessively...

Oh, she
was sure he thought no one noticed when he slipped away, and probably no one
did.� No one... but
her.� She had been determined to
look after him.� As the war neared and
reached its climax, his mental state had deteriorated rapidly, though he�d done
a semi-decent job of keeping up a sane front.�
So she had followed him when he�d snuck away, and watched as time after
time, he paid prostitutes, both male and female, though mostly male, for their
services...� There were always
prostitutes near the camps...� The
government encouraged them to be there to help �take the stress off the soldiers.�

Riza
sighed.� After the war, she�d seen him
date woman after woman publicly, only to know that in secret he was still
active with male lovers as well.� His sex
life obviously wasn�t any of her business, but she still worried that he seemed
to be using sex as a crutch, the same way he used alcohol.� Over time, the desperate sex seemed to slow
as he began to focus more heavily on his career.�

Then
there had been Edward Elric...

Riza rubbed
her tired eyes and glanced over to where Havoc was lighting up another
cigarette.� Few people knew Roy Mustang
well enough to recognize the look that he got in his eyes when he saw or spoke
of Ed.� Riza knew, and she had a feeling
Maes Hughes had known, but anyone else...

She
didn�t think the colonel�s obsession with the boy had been completely sexual in
the beginning, but somewhere along the way it had definitely become evident to
her that he thought about it.�

He�d
never acted on it; no, he wouldn�t get involved with someone underage, but
now...� Covering her mouth, she yawned
and tried to keep her eyes open.� Now,
Edward was an adult, legally at least.�
Riza worried about him.� She
didn�t want the boy to get hurt, and of course there were the repercussions the
two of them would face from the military if they got caught.� It was so risky, and at first she had been
angry that the colonel would risk everything on some wild fling, but the more
she watched, the more she wondered if she was wrong.

Maybe it
wasn�t just some fling.

Riza
glanced from side to side down the empty street.� If it wasn�t a fling, then it was even more
worrisome in a way because Roy
just didn�t have stable relationships...�
He was too messed up.� He could
hide his problems when casually dating as long as he didn�t get too drunk,
but...

She
folded her arms and glanced tiredly down at the sidewalk.� Maybe she was wrong about it all.� Maybe they did love, or at least care, for
each other and this was what they both needed, but she just didn�t know and Roy wouldn�t talk to her
about it.� He wanted to deny the fact
that she could possibly know anything about his problems; he wanted to deny
that anyone would be able to figure it all out.�
He was living life too far on the edge and she was afraid that, sooner
or later, someone was going to come and push him off...

�Go
home.�� She blinked and looked up to
where Havoc was looking at her in concern.�
�Go home; I�ll watch the rest of the night.� You�ve been working too hard too.�

She
hesitated.� �Well, if you�re sure...�

He smiled
at her with a soft look and said gently, �I�m sure.��

Riza
yawned again and thought about protesting, but her body was already taking him
up on the offer.� With a nod, she started
home, letting her worries keep her company on the way.

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

Russell
stared at the moon, waiting silently for it to move past the trees.� When it did, he quietly got out of his
bedroll and quickly packed up what few things he owned.� Glancing often at Urayami
to make sure the other boy was still asleep, he slung
his bag on his back and quietly started off.

�Where do
you think you�re going?� Urayami asked from behind
him.

Russell
sighed and was about to turn around when he heard a woman�s voice say, �I think
he�s decided to take off without you...��
He blinked at the new voice and nervously looked around, but didn�t see
anyone.�

�Can I
eat him...?� came another whisper, and this time
Russell�s heart jumped in his chest.�
Spinning quickly, he looked behind him in time to see Urayami standing up.�

�What�s
going on?� Russell asked, trying to stay brave, but feeling rather cowardly.

�What�s
going on is that you were going to leave me...� Urayami
said with a smirk and began walking toward him. �And we can�t have that.� I�m not done with you yet.�

�I�m
hungry...� came a whisper from the trees and Urayami frowned.

�You
can�t eat him yet, so shut up!� Urayami yelled. �With that said, the
other teen glanced at him and said, �I still have more questions... You see, we
intend to make the Philosopher�s Stone, and you are going to help us.�

Russell
shook his head and backed away.� �I won�t
make it for you...�

Urayami
laughed and said in amusement, �Of course you
won�t, not completely at least.� Only alchemists can truly make the
stone.� You�re going to be the juicy worm
on the hook for the alchemists who have the ability to complete it.�

Russell
cocked his head cautiously and said slowly, �What do you mean...?�� He gasped as Urayami
changed his shape into that of...

�What the
hell...� Russell said nervously and stepped back.� The other teen had changed himself
to look like a tall teenager with blond hair covering one of his eyes...� In essence, he�d changed into...�

With a
grin, Urayami stepped forward and said, �I�ve been
observing you and asking you questions all this time we�ve been traveling
together.� I know you...� I know you
better than you think.�� The other boy
reached up and touched Russell�s cheek.�
�I watched you and your little brother travel together as well... the
two of you certainly have a close
relationship, don�t you?�

Russell�s
eyes widened as he realized what was being referred to and tried to strike out
at Urayami, but the other teen was too fast and a
swift kick to his ribs brought Russell crouching on the ground.

The other
teen knelt down and tipped Russell�s head up.�
�Your brother is quite the skilled alchemist, isn�t he?� I think he�ll be even more useful once that
woman has trained him more.�

Russell�s
eyes widened and he yelled, �Stay away from my brother!�

Another
savage kick to his stomach, then to his side, caused him to lie moaning on the ground.

�I didn�t
say you could speak.� For now, you�ll get
your wish.� I think the former tin can
needs a visit much more, don�t you think?�

�Go to
hell,� Russell spat, and suddenly Urayami was
grabbing his hair and pulling him close.�

�I�m
going to get all kinds of information out of you,� the teen whispered.� �And when I�m done, you�re going to wish
you�d never been born.�

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(1) I�m
making the assumption here that many of the same things that our world knows of
physics are not all known there.� I don�t
think physics are really ever mentioned anyway.�
Whether I�m right or wrong, this is how I�m going to put it for this
story.

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