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Demon In the Design	By : antilogicgirl Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay. So I decided that I would do as a couple of people suggested, and work really hard tonight to finish the last teensy bit of this story, so that I can get nice reviews for posting not one but TWO chapters in one day. Not only that, but completing something! Those of you that wanted an angry Alphonse, you get him. Just don't hate him. He's very confused right now. Anyhow, I expect reviews, ASAP.
Warnings:
FL--Foul Language
S-ai--Shounen-ai
Y--Barely Yaoi
Title: Demon In the Design (or… A Good Idea At the Time)
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pair: Roy/Ed
Begun: November 3, 2008
Complete: December 30, 2008
Summary: Prank wars never end well. Design, Deception, Denial and Decision take Roy Mustang to an unexpected Destination.
VI: Deep
It had been little after six in the morning when the dim gray light of dawn began to creep into the master bedroom of Roy Mustang’s house. Now just past eight a.m., the golden rays of true sunlight were filtering through the blinds in long, horizontal bars. Dark eyes fluttered open after a few minutes of lingering between sleep and awake, and were treated to a very different sight than they were wont to see. Edward lay on his back, his head turned slightly toward where Roy was. Long, long hair spread out over the pillows, light reflecting from it as if from a pale river. His face was serene, the ever-present crease between his brows ironed flat by hours of peaceful sleep.
Roy reached out and moved aside a stray bit of bangs from where they had fallen across Ed’s eyes. Dark brown eyelashes rested against his cheeks, longer than those of most women he knew. He could not stop the words from coming out in a bare whisper as he said, “You are a thing of beauty, aren’t you?” He flushed slightly at his own words, but was sure that anyone would have said the same. Though, he was very glad that no one else was present to do so. After all, Roy was a selfish bastard, and he had no desire to share the sight of Ed looking the way he did just now. Not with anyone.
Ed rubbed his face against the pillow, turning onto his side. Roy held his breath, not wanting to wake him just yet. When Ed finally did wake up, there would be complications arising from what had happened the night before. If he could put those unpleasant thoughts aside for only a few more minutes, he would be happy. Slowly, Roy raised himself onto one elbow. What would Ed say about what they had done? Would he want to forget it, or would he be able to come to grips with the feelings he obviously had for his commanding officer? Roy had never been an optimist. He knew his track record and reputation were not things which could work in his favor in such a situation. It was also clear that Ed had a long memory for being wronged, and though he might have forgiven him for what he had done, that forgiveness may not be complete.
Even so, he could not keep from clinging to a small shred of hope that when Edward opened his eyes, they would not be full of disgust, or worse yet, with pity. Very slowly, and as gently as possible, Roy leaned down. The feeling of Ed’s cheek beneath his lips for what might well be the last time was burned into his memory, now. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of him. Oh, he knew that there was no hope for him now. There might be a million women out there, but for him, there was only one man. And maybe his hope was false. Maybe when Ed woke up, he would yell and beat Roy over the head with the bedside lamp, proclaiming him a nasty old pervert. Maybe he would never want anything to do with him again. Maybe—Roy cut those thoughts off as soon as he possibly could, opening his eyes. He knew Ed wasn’t that kind of person.
Movement caught his attention at the corner of his vision, and he lifted his head, turning toward the flash of color he’d seen. There, framed in the doorway, was Alphonse Elric, his face beginning to redden. His hair was wet, and though fully dressed, seemed quite rumpled, indeed. His mouth was working open and shut, as if grasping for words foul enough to use under the current circumstances. Roy was fully expecting a string of colorful expletives, but was surprised when Al simply turned on his heel and headed for the stairs.
“Shit,” Roy cursed under his breath, sliding as quietly as he could out of bed and making to follow the young man as he bolted down the single flight of stairs and into the living room. “Al!” he called none too quietly, but the younger man was already nearly to the entry hall. The little bugger was fast, Roy knew, and he cleared the hall corner when Roy was only at the couch. “Damn it, Al, wai—“ he growled, but his breath got knocked out of him by a sucker-punch to the solar-plexus as he entered the hall. Gasping for air that would not come, he fell to his knees. When he looked up, it was through watering eyes.
Even then, he could easily tell that Al had bloodlust written all over his face.
“Shut up,” Al hissed as he took hold of the front of Roy’s pajama shirt and proceeded to haul him to his feet. Just when Roy was able to draw breath, it was taken from him again when his back slammed into the wall. China and other ornaments rattled in the cupboard on the wall’s other side, and he winced as something expensive broke. He could feel himself sliding up, and soon his feet no longer touched the floor. Al was obviously a lot stronger than he looked. “How dare you…” Al’s voice began to rise when he pulled Roy away from the wall, only to smash him even harder against it, causing plaster to crack. “How dare you treat my brother like you have…and then…then…take advantage of him?”
He still couldn’t breathe very well, since Al’s bunched fists were pressed against his throat. He tried to shake his head, to indicate a negative response, but Al would have none of it. His assailant released him, and he fell to the floor in a heap. Finally, he was able to breathe. For a long moment, all he could do was take in massive lungful after lungful of air, blessing all the little molecules one by one. “Al,” he began, but cut himself off when he saw a booted foot drawing back. Eyes shutting tight, he threw his arms up in front of his face before curling into a fetal position to protect himself.
“ALPHONSE!”
Roy’s eyes opened slightly, just in time to see Ed jump over him. From where he lay on the floor, it was impossible to tell what exactly happened. The movements of both men were far too quick, and he was not in the proper state of mind to analyze them. But, from the flurry of punches, kicks and counter-attacks, only one brother could emerge victorious. There was a harsh cry of pain, and a body hit the floor in front of him. Blinking, he looked up to see Edward standing with his foot planted in the middle of Al’s back, holding one of his arms up at an awkward angle. Al’s face, while contorted in pain, was filled more so with shock.
“Are you done?” Ed’s voice came out in an angry growl.
“Yes,” Al muttered, and his arm was released. Immediately, he got to his feet.
“Roy,” Ed said, “are you okay?” His heart was pounding, and it took a lot for him to push his body into a seated position. Once Ed saw that he was all right, he turned his anger onto his brother. “What were you doing?” He asked this through clenched teeth, obviously close to resorting to violence once more. When he got no response, he grabbed the front of Al’s sweater, yanking him closer in a threatening manner, “Answer me.”
Roy was beginning to panic. This was not good. Thinking fast, he got shakily to his feet and put a hand on Edward’s shoulder. “Stop, Ed.” Ed now not only looked to be exceedingly pissed off, but he was also confused. “Please,” Roy said in a low, hoarse tone, “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll make a pot of coffee and we can discuss things.” Casting a worried glance at Alphonse, he added, “Without fists.”
Twenty minutes—and much shouting—later, the three men sat rather quietly at the kitchen table, sipping what Ed called the nectar of the gods. It was not that great, but any coffee would do at the moment, Roy supposed. The silence stretched out between them like an awkward blanket, and it obviously took a lot of self-restraint for Al to keep his voice down when he finally asked Ed, “So you…love him?” Something in Roy’s stomach felt as if it were going to fall to the center of the earth. His eyes darted toward Ed, and watched the young man’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, and then begin to stain crimson. His answer to the question was an unintelligible mutter. Al looked from Ed to Roy, and then back again, his expression going from disbelief to exasperation. “You two are beyond screwed up,” was all he said before taking his cup to the coffee pot again.
Immediately, Ed was defensive, his head whipping around to follow his brother and yelling, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Roy could practically hear the younger Elric’s eyes rolling. For all of his naïveté, Al knew the obvious when he saw it. The next words out of Al’s mouth seemed to shock Ed more than Roy had thought possible. Al turned around, leaning on the counter near the stove. His mug steamed in his hand, and for a moment he looked very tired, indeed. “Brother,” he said wearily, “I’m going to call a taxi, and go home. Hopefully, by the time you get back yourself, you will have stopped acting like an idiot.”
With those words, the young man left the room, still sipping his coffee. Ed merely stared after him, gaping. Roy watched the ideas Al had put forth as they sunk right into Edward’s mind. It took some time, but after a good thirty seconds, golden eyes hesitantly looked his way. There was uncertainty there, and Roy knew that it would be the most difficult obstacle to overcome from here on out. So, he sipped his coffee, preferring to let Ed take the lead in the conversation.
Said ‘lead’ did not come for close to fifteen minutes, during which they heard Al exit the house as the taxi honked its horn outside. The silence was somehow nearly palpable, now that they were alone. While he knew precisely how he himself felt, Roy could not say the same for Edward. The younger man looked as if he did not know—to use a rather crude phrase Havoc was fond of— whether he should scratch his watch or wind his ass. It seemed like an eternity before Ed finally spoke.
“I guess he knows me too well.” That came out as a grumble, but Roy could not help the smile on his face.
Quietly, so that it would not be too jarring, he replied, “Al is your brother, Edward. He knows you better than anybody.”
For a second or two, Ed did not move. He stared at a spot on the wall to Roy’s left, not even seeming to breathe. Then, he looked up, a very familiar expression in his eyes. It was like all of those hundreds of times that Ed knew he was right, and contradicting Roy was the only way to prove it. In that same, familiar tone of disagreement, Ed said, “Stupid…” Roy flinched, but Ed continued, “…no he doesn’t. There’s a lot he doesn’t understand about me.” This confused Roy for a moment. If Al did not know him better than anyone else, who did? A sudden smack rocked his brain as Ed swiped at his head. “You’re being stupid again.”
His hand flew to the side of his head, where the flat of Ed’s auto-mail palm had connected. “What the Hell, Ed?”
The fire had come back to Ed’s eyes, the often-glimpsed spark of irritation. “Yes, idiot. Al is my brother. Yes, he knows me very well. But you know me…so much better. How the Hell else could know exactly what to say to make me want to knock you upside the head so hard that it should take a week for you to wake up? You know just what to say, exactly how to look at me, and I fly off the handle. All for your amusement. But then there are the times when you do those things…say those things…that you make me understand myself. Better than I did before.” Ed’s face was reddening again. He was still looking Roy in the eye, though, which was a vast improvement over a few minutes ago.
Not that his head hurt him any less for it. “Okay,” Roy began, “so what are you trying to say?”
Ed seemed to deflate. He looked away, and muttered, “I have to say it out loud?”
The little spark of hope was alive in Roy’s stomach again, clinging on for dear life, and he found himself smiling. “I’d like that.” Ed mumbled something, but he couldn’t understand him. “Sorry?”
Ed became even redder, and for a full minute, he did not speak. Finally, in a voice so quiet that it could barely be heard over Roy’s own breathing, he whispered, “I said, ‘love you’.” For someone that claimed to love him, Edward certainly looked miserable at the moment. Roy wished he would look happier, because he himself felt as though he would burst.
“Are you all right, Edward?” He asked, trying very hard not to jump up and do a dance of joy. The younger man looked at him as though he were insane. Reaching across the table, he took Ed’s flesh hand in his, and gave it a small squeeze. “If it makes you feel any better, I love you too.”
Something that looked suspiciously like hurt passed over Ed’s face, and he pulled his hand away. “Don’t make fun of me,” he choked out, his eyes beginning to film over with tears that refused to fall. “No you don’t. You just think you do.”
“Wh…why would you say something like that, Edward?” Roy asked, knowing that the pain was showing in his face and voice, but not caring at all. “Do you think that I can’t?”
Ed’s eyes shut tightly as he shook his head. “No…that’s not it. I know that you can. It’s there in you…I can see it. Just, you can’t love me, Roy.” Ed suddenly pushed away from the table, getting to his feet and walking swiftly from the room. Roy felt nothing that he should at the moment. After being rejected in such a way, by all rights he knew that he should feel disappointed, or sad. Instead, he merely felt a deep, burning anger. Quickly, he rose to follow.
Ed was nearly to the couch when he threw the kitchen door open. “Ed, stop!” he yelled, and Ed did. His back was turned, and he looked so…small. Roy walked slowly across the living room, coming to stand directly behind Ed. Carefully, he placed both of his hands on the younger man’s shoulders. “Why?”
Ed felt like he was dying. How was he supposed to answer that question? There was little he could do, or say to discourage Roy when he truly believed something. If he said aloud what he believed, Roy would just laugh at him. His shoulders sagged. Then he felt warmth near his right ear, and heard Roy’s voice. “Tell me,” he said, “tell me what it is I’m feeling, Edward. If it isn’t love, then what is it?”
His stomach clenched. “I don’t know,” he heard himself say, “it has to be something else.”
Roy’s hands clamped down on his shoulders before they let go entirely, only to lead the way for his arms to wrap around Ed completely. His heart felt as if it would burst from his chest, and he began to breathe faster. It must be something else. It had to be. “Edward,” Roy’s cheek was now pressed against his as he spoke. “If you’re thinking that I am only trying to…” the taller man stiffened as if in indignation, “…to sleep with you…you should stop.”
It took everything he had not to break free of Roy’s arms and yell at him. “I know you aren’t trying to seduce me,” he whispered, his voice unable to produce anything louder. “But you can’t love me. Not when…” Ed wanted to slap himself. He’d nearly said it.
“Not when what?” Roy’s voice was starting to get defensive. Ed could feel his control slipping. He didn’t want Roy to hate him for this, but he simply could not allow things to progress any further than they already had. Something wet touched his cheek, and he felt a tremble in the man holding him. Only then did he realize that it was not defensiveness in Roy’s tone. He had been trying not to cry. Ed leaned back, turning his head until he saw the wet trails that now went to his jaw line.
Letting his head rest on Roy’s shoulder, he closed his eyes. “I can’t…” he breathed, trying to explain in the only way he knew how, “…I can’t let you love me. Everyone that does is taken away…” It was true that he did get Al back, and that he had friends, but those years when his brother was only a shell of himself were unbearable. Now, with someone else in his life that meant just as much to him, Ed was not prepared to allow that person to be hurt because of him.
“Ed,” Roy began, before moving them to sit on the couch. He arranged them in a very comfortable fashion, but it still gave Ed pain. He was pressed against Roy’s chest, and the very nearness of him drove the knife of regret a little further into his chest. Fingers began carding through his hair, and Ed closed his eyes. “Ed, don’t push me away because you’re afraid.” After a short pause, he said, “I don’t want to be close to you, only to have you even farther away than before. We’re in the military, so there’s no way to guarantee that we won’t have to go to war. One or both of us may be killed. That’s no reason to put yourself through Hell because you don’t want to lose something.”
He knew he was going to be sorry later, but sometimes Roy made way too much sense. Ed buried his face in the other man’s chest, and cried. He cried so long and hard that when he was done, the front of Roy’s pajama shirt was wet. The entire time, he could hear that voice in his ear, whispering that it would be fine, that he had nothing to fear. When Ed lifted his head, he was presented with a soft tissue, which he used to wipe his face. For some reason, he felt much better. “Okay,” he said, his voice still hoarse, but with a resolute edge, “you love me, then. What now?”
Roy smiled, a soft, gentle kind of smile that Ed hadn’t ever seen on him before. He was discovering that this man had many different kinds of smiles, and so far, there weren’t any that he didn’t like. “Well,” said the dark-eyed man as he pushed a fall of hair behind Ed’s ear, “I think the first step would be getting you home.”
Ed was suddenly confused. “Home? Why?”
Yet another smile appeared, this one laced with mischief. “Because you haven’t any clothes here, and I would like to take you out.”
Golden eyes widened in surprise. “You mean…like a date?”
“No,” Roy said in a tone that bordered on lecturing, as if he were merely correcting Ed’s bad grammar. “Not like a date. Just…a date. How does lunch and a movie sound?”
Now Ed’s face broke into a massive grin, and he squeezed Roy around the middle. “Sounds good to me.”
Roy sat on the small blue couch in Ed and Al’s apartment. He wore a brown sport coat, and dark green trousers. His pale blue shirt was crisply ironed, and he had remembered to remove his shoes. But as he sat there, with Al staring at him the way he was, he could not help but feel as if he had done something dreadfully wrong.
The young man surprised him, however, when his face softened and he said, “So I guess you two are…what? Together or something?”
Ed had been in the back of the apartment for less than five minutes, so there was little chance of him walking in on this conversation. Still, he didn’t think Ed would appreciate it much if he talked about something that hadn’t really even started yet. “Something like that, yes.”
Al nodded, and then continued playing what might add up to the game of Twenty Questions. “First date today?” Roy nodded. “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking him to lunch. Then we’ll see if there is a movie that seems good enough. I’ll have him home before dark, I promise.” It was hard to resist throwing in that last bit. Alphonse truly needed to ease up. Roy was just about to say so when Twenty Questions suddenly turned into the Riot Act.
Standing up from his seat, and walking over to where Roy now sat, Al leaned down until his face was level with Roy’s. Golden eyes hardened as he spoke, but he somehow managed to do so with a smile. “I swear on my mother’s grave, Roy, if you hurt my brother again, they’ll never find your body.” Roy’s eyes widened, and he felt a chill down his spine. How long they stayed that way, staring at one another, he did not know. But it must have been a couple of minutes at least, because Ed’s footsteps were what made Al back off. The bitch of it was that the little bastard acted as if he hadn’t suddenly threatened Roy’s life. There was a spark of dislike trying to kindle in him now, and he really wanted it to die. Roy wanted to like Al, but the young man was making it quite difficult to do so. Al did not seem to be able to forgive him for that morning.
All thoughts of his new enmity with Alphonse faded to the back of his mind when Edward emerged from the back of the apartment. He was just finishing the braid that was drawn over one shoulder, wrapping a dark brown elastic band around the end before tossing it behind him. Roy stared past Al, watching Ed’s progress as he entered the room. The dark red sweater he wore seemed to make his eyes glow, causing their golden hue shine in a way Roy had never really noticed before. Ed also wore a pair of dark gray pants, and padded through the room on black-socked feet.
It was his first words that took Roy most by surprise, however. “Al,” Ed said in an offhand sort of way as he picked lint off the arm of his sweater, “I hope you’ve decided to play nice.” The younger Elric’s face began to turn a dull reddish color, as if he were ashamed at being caught, just as his mouth drew down in a frown, because it was plain that he thought he’d get away with it. Roy suddenly felt the very strong urge to kiss Edward. As it was, he thought it might traumatize Alphonse, and he didn’t need any more reason for the kid to hate him. So, he merely stood from his seat.
“Shall we go?” he asked, offering his arm to Ed, even though he knew it would not be accepted.
He got a smack on the shoulder—by a flesh hand, thankfully—and was shoved toward the door. “You’re being stupid again, Roy,” Ed grumbled as they bent to put on their shoes.
Holding back a chuckle, Roy managed to keep his voice grave as he asked, “Can I open the door for you, or will I get clubbed in the head?”
When he looked over his shoulder, Ed was blushing. “Opening the door is fine,” Came the mumbled reply. Roy frowned. He had not meant to embarrass him, so he kept his mouth shut.
Ed smiled. It had been a good day. Their lunch was quiet, and though the movie had been sold out, it was far more pleasant to spend the afternoon browsing book shops. Roy had insisted upon walking him back up to his apartment, and Ed had not refused him. Now, unlocking his door, he could feel the weight of those dark eyes as they rested on him, and while different, he could not say that it was unpleasant. “Would you like to come in?” He asked, without looking over his shoulder.
“I think I’d like that, Edward.” Roy’s voice was very close to his ear, now. What was it about the way he drew out Ed’s name like that? He only did it part of the time, but when he did, Ed could almost feel his knees turning to jelly. He opened the door a crack, but Roy’s hand stopped him. Looking back over his right shoulder, he found himself nose to nose with Roy’s pale face. “Wait a moment.” And then he felt lips on his, soft yet insistent, and completely overwhelming. His fingers slipped from the knob they were holding, moving to take hold of the older man’s lapel. Pulling slightly brought their lips into greater contact, and he heard a low groan that he wasn’t sure was his or Roy’s.
The next few moments went by in a hazy, warm blur, until he heard a very unwelcome sound. “Ahem.” Ed gave a small jump, and Roy straightened. The intruder stood in the doorway, looking quite miffed. Blonde hair fell across a fair forehead, and light brown eyes looked sharply at the both of them. Riza Hawkeye regarded them with an air of amusement mixed with ire, if that can be believed. “I see the two of you have finally come to your senses.” Ed opened his mouth, but she silenced him with a raised hand. Riza then held out an envelope to Roy, and bid them farewell when the General had taken it.
They stood there, in the hall, Roy looking at the large manila envelope. The atmosphere had gone from intense to awkward to tense much faster than Ed had ever thought possible. “Maybe we should go in,” Ed said, feeling oddly stiff. “It probably wouldn’t be a good idea for you to read official correspondence in the hallway.” Roy nodded distractedly, and they entered the apartment. Al was sitting with his feet up on the coffee table in the living room, reading one of his cookbooks, obviously trying to figure out what he was going to make for dinner. He grumbled a greeting at Ed and Roy, not looking up from his book.
Roy began opening the envelope, and Ed made his way toward the kitchen, intent upon making a pot of tea. The way he figured it, whatever was in that envelope must be pretty important, since Riza came all the way over here and waited for them. Therefore, he would give him a few minutes to look over it in peace.
Ten minutes later, the three of them were sitting on the couch and chairs, drinking tea, and Ed was listening to what the senior alchemist termed ‘the craziest idea the Fuhrer has ever come up with’. “According to this,” Roy said in his most businesslike tone, “the powers that be are beginning a specialized training program for the new state alchemists.” Ed nodded. So far, it sounded pretty normal, so he didn’t know what Roy was so upset about. Of course, it’s always right when your guard drops that the bomb falls. “She wants to hold the training program in a…rather harsh environment.” At that, Ed’s eyes began to narrow. If he knew that woman—and he did—then the ‘harsh environment’ would include shit-tons of snow, and very grumpy alchemists. So focused on this thought was he, in fact, that he almost missed the last part, when Roy said, “And she wants you to run the thing.”
Ed nearly dropped his cup. Blinking rapidly, he stuttered, “I…I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Roy set the papers gently down in his lap. He fixed Ed with a solemn gaze. “You’ll be leaving for Mt. Briggs in a few days, Ed. Madame Olivia has decided that you are the best candidate for creating and running this program.” Ed could not tell what Roy was thinking, because his entire face was closed, devoid of emotion. The air in the room suddenly felt very heavy, and Ed was having trouble breathing it. He was handed a small stack of papers, and Roy said, “These are the details. You’re expected to meet with Her Excellency tomorrow morning at seven to be fully briefed.”
Ed watched helplessly as Roy got up to leave. He didn’t even say goodbye when he went to the door; didn’t look back when he left. Something inside Ed felt like it was dying. Why did he do that? Why’d he have to act so cold? There was a noise from Al, something like a snort, and Ed looked up. Al looked like he was smiling. Had everyone suddenly gone mad? Very suddenly, Ed decided that he did not want to be here. Instead of sitting there impotently as he would have done, wondering what on earth was going on, he ran to the coat rack, and gathered up the jacket he’d abandoned only a few minutes earlier. Then, he made good use of the stairs.
Roy was just getting into his car when he saw Edward burst from the front door of the apartment building. His jacket was flapping open, and his hair had begun to come loose. Quite simply, the younger man looked frantic. He was also strangely beautiful. “Roy, stop!” This was what he’d been afraid of. He had not wanted to see Ed before he left, because if he did, there was no way he’d be able to let him go. Not ever. Not without it ripping his heart out of his chest. But as he stood there, one foot inside the car, half crouched, he could not leave. Ed walked around the front of the car, coming to stand very close. “Where are you going?”
He could see the hurt in Ed’s eyes, and for once wished that it wasn’t so easy to read him. This would be easier if Ed could pretend to be okay. But he never had been very good at that. “I don’t know,” he replied, because he honestly had no idea where he would have gone. He probably would end up at the bar, drown in Scotch for a while, and then go home. Because Ed leaving now, just when they had…it was too much. It was—
“Take me with you.”
“What?” Roy blurted, unable to process what had just come out of Ed’s mouth. In answer, the shorter man grabbed his coat collar and pulled him down, nearly taking his breath away completely when he kissed him. Roy’s brain turned to mush. He was unable to think; not about the fact that they were in the street, that it was just past three in the afternoon, and cars were whizzing past. People were bound to see. Somewhere in Roy’s head, he knew this, but nowhere in his mind did he care.
It was difficult to care, especially when Ed only removed his lips from Roy’s just long enough to repeat himself, “I don’t care where you’re going, Roy. Just…take me with you.” Now, at such an honest and heartfelt request, the General found himself utterly powerless to do else other than obey. In less than two minutes, they were on their way to parts unknown, together.
A/N: A note on canon and accuracy: I'm not exactly sure what it was that Trisha Elric died of. Though I've seen the Anime, I have only gotten through 1 volume of the Manga, so if there's any detail that I've missed on that account, please forgive me. For the purposes of this story, Trisha died of cancer. Also, where age is concerned, I'm basing age off of Edward, who is 20. All other ages should be adjusted accordingly in your minds, to avoid that increasingly pesky confusion over child pron.
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