Flame and Fullmetal 300 km/h

A/N: To my reviewers: milky and kikiko, I’m glad you liked the pool scene and thought it was hot. I promise that there will be more of such tension as the story continues. Trulywished, I don’t think Ed is a player and wouldn’t ’use’ Rose (not like Roy uses Jenny), but he is trying to make a point to our womanizer. And Silver4HENTAI, would it still be our Ed if he wasn’t stubborn? ;) That’s what makes Ed/Roy fics so good, Ed’s stubborn and Roy is arrogant. No difference here.
Thank you all for your reviews. This week: many reviews, many chapters.

Warning: There WILL be violence in this chapter.


Chapter 7; Get ’em

"Can I get a drink for the lady?" Scar asked, pulling up a stool for himself and Riza at the bar next to Winry. Rose nodded, taking a knife and slicing some lemons for Riza’s favourite drink.

"So, what do you think is going to happen to those two?" Riza asked him, referring to Ed and Roy.

"Who knows? With Edward’s temper I guess Roy ending up with a black eye and Ed with a throbbing fist."

Winry giggled, popping a fry into her mouth. "So, Mr. Scar. You never told us where you and Ed come from. Care to share? You seem to be close."

”Edward didn’t tell you?” The women shook their heads. ”We both are from a small town. He got himself into trouble and I got him out of trouble once a week ever since he learned how to drive. He’s a good kid, nasty temper, but an honest, fine guy. Edward doesn’t open up to people, but he is never alone.”

”That sounds like our Colonel,” Riza commented, Winry nodding. ”That might be why they get so well along. But how about you, why are you in Central?”

"Here are your drinks," Rose broke in, setting down the beverages. "Enjoy."

"So, what about you?" Scar asked Winry when Rose went to go service other people, avoiding Riza’s question.

Winry smiled shyly over her fizzing glass of cider. "What’s there to know?"

"You tell me."

"Okay, well I moved to my grandmother when I was a kid. That was after…after my mother and father died."

"I’m sorry," he said, voice full of sincerity.

"It’s okay. I got over it a long time ago." But the look on her face said otherwise. "Anyway, to make a long story short, I got a job at the garage and now I can make enough money to support myself just fine. Not many chicks get to do a job they enjoy as much as I do.”

”Don’t get her started on cars or anything with a motor. You will be sitting her all night,” Riza gave a word of advice and Scar nodded. If he wanted to know about theses people he could just get their file at the police station.

”Seems to me that Mustang’s garage is doing well if he can afford so many professional mechanics and a restaurant at the side. Maybe the income he makes on street racers isn’t that bad. I wouldn’t be surprised if most racers get their cars wired at your garage.” Scar said, sipping on his beer and looking at Winry. She took a sip of her cider from a straw and looked at him suspiciously. Scar knew he was going too deep too fast, that this girl wasn’t stupid.

"Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, most racers wire their rides at our garage. But as I remember it, there isn’t a law saying we can’t customize cars to the driver’s needs. If they want to race illegally is their problem, not ours. Any more questions Mr. Secret Agent?"

"I’m not a secret agent," he chuckled amused, easing the tension. ‘More like FBI,’ he thought.

Winry gave him a sceptic look. But her eye caught something else. "Hey, where are Ed and Roy going?" Ed was angrily stepping out the door, Roy following after.

‘I don’t know,’ Scar thought. ‘But I don’t like it.’

A few moments later, Riza had engaged him into more conversation, making sure to steer clear of too-personal topics. Their talk became even more interesting when Riza brought up a group called the Alchemists. Rumours had it, they worked for the mafia.

"A mafia in Central?" Scar asked, swigging his beer. "You’re kidding, right? Who is so stupid to form a crime circle in a city where the government is at its best?"

"Only the biggest assholes there are in Central. They and Roy have sort of a deal."

"Deal? What kind of deal?" Scar asked, thinking he could get Roy busted for another drug ring.

"Well, for one, we don’t snitch on them, they don’t snitch on us. Secondly, we stay on our side of town, they stay on theirs." Winry made a back motion with her thumb. "Their side is on the other side of the block. In fact, this club is like the midpoint. The only place where those motorcycle-riding gangsters and we ever meet up. And we’ve nev—"

Winry couldn’t finish her sentence as a bullet whizzed by, shattering random bottles at the bar and spraying pieces of glass everywhere.

"Oh shit!" someone yelled. The music stopped abruptly and people began to scream and run, ducking for cover. Most people ran out of the club heading for the safety of their vehicles. Scar grabbed Winry and Riza as two more shots were fired. They hopped over the bar, almost landing on Rose and Jay who was muttering about ’insurance’, and ’who the hell was going to pay for this’. Winry breathed a sigh of relief when Havoc and the rest of the remaining crew decided to hop back there also, out of range of bullets. They heard laughter and motors being revved.

"Who do you think it is?" Falman whispered loudly.

"Who the hell do you think it is?" Breda asked. "It’s the Alchemists!"

Havoc shook his head. "We haven’t done jack-shit to them. What the hell do they want?"

Riza stood up, bringing Winry and Jenny with her. "Let’s find out."

The girls jumped over the bar, much to the males’ protests, and ran to the window. Once the men all felt it was safe to leave their hiding spaces, they joined the women. They didn’t see anything through the window, but heard two car doors slam, and the sound of a car peeling out. Moments later, a red car zoomed by followed by at least five motorcycles.

"Wait," Havoc said. "Is it just me, or was that Roy’s ride?"

"You’re right," Breda affirmed. "They must be going after Roy and Ed! What do we do?"

Riza headed for the door. "I say, we go out there, and help the Colonel kick some ass. If you’re with me, let’s go." They all followed her outside. "Everyone, jump into your rides, strap up, and follow those Alchemists. We’ll be damned if something happens to Fullmetal or the Colonel.”
They quickly assembled into groups of two’s and three’s, hopped into their cruisers, and jetted, hoping to get some action.

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"Alchemists? Who the hell are they and who is this Greed guy?" Ed asked angrily.

"He’s the bastard leading those fuckers that are behind us."

"What the hell do they want from us?"

Roy’s hands gripped tightly over the wheel. "Damn, this is all your fault!"

"My fault? Why don’t you explain how this could possibly be my fault?"

"If you weren’t so damned stubborn and would have stayed on our fucking side of the street!"

"Please Colonel-bastard, spare me! Are you telling me that those assholes are chasing us because I stepped onto ‘their’ side of the city?" Ed yelled over the sound of the roaring engine. Roy didn’t respond. He was too busy running a red light. "Geez, and I thought I had problems."

Roy growled as three motorcycles surrounded the car from the back and two sides, making it impossible for them to escape. "Pull over!" they heard one of the guys shout, pointing to the huge parking lot. Even though it was late, the lot was filled with light from the street lamps.

Roy shut the car off and looked to Ed. "Come on, Fullmetal. Just stay beside me."

Ed nodded, opening his door and stepping out making sure to stay within three feet from Roy. They were surrounded by eight men on motorcycles, each with a ho on the back with them.

One of the men with spiky black hair in tight fitting, black leather attire and a fur-collar vest gracefully stepped off his bike.

"Roy Mustang," he said smoothly. "Fancy seeing you here. Long time no see, huh? How’s it going?"

Roy growled. "Cut the shit, Greed. What the hell do you want?"

"Damn, Roy. I almost forgot you weren’t one to beat around the bush. You like to cut straight to the chase, don’t you?" The others around him chuckled. Roy was impatient. He wanted to get the fuck out of there before something happened to Fullmetal. The Alchemists weren’t ones to fuck with. "Just tell me, Roy. What are you doing on this particular side of my city?"

Ed snorted, rolling his eyes. He still couldn’t believe they were playing a juvenile game of ‘your town, my town.’

Greed turned his attention to Ed as if just noticing him. He even took off his black glasses to get a better look. Ed couldn’t make out what the expression on the man’s face meant but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, a smirk forming instead. "Ah, Roy. Aren’t you going to introduce us to your latest boy toy?"

Roy opened his mouth to say something, but Ed beat him to the punch.
"Fuck you asshole," he spat venomously.

"Oh, and he’s a little spitfire too! You sure know how to pick ‘em Roy! Hope you’re taking care of the little blond!"

The men in the back laughed some more. "I know I could take care of him!" one of the men said. Roy recognized him as Kimblee, the arrogant, golden-eyed racer who liked to blow things up. But Roy was blinded with rage by Greed’s comments. Plus, he wasn’t stupid. He knew he couldn’t take all of them alone, especially not with Ed around.

"Go fuck yourself Greed. We both know you need to."

"Such harsh words." Greed snapped his fingers. "Dorchet! Get the blond! Kimblee and you two! Hold down Roy!"

The men did so quickly, making it impossible for Ed and Roy to escape. They snatched Ed, one of the men pulling him from Roy. Three others took hold of Roy making sure he couldn’t escape. Ed kicked and screamed, trying his best to get away. "Get your hands off me you bastards!"

Roy struggled against the men that were holding him, but to no avail. He growled, frustrated. "I swear Greed! When I get my hands on you, you’re a dead son of a bitch!"

"Roy, I don’t think you realize how many of you there are, and how many of us there are."

As soon as he said this, a loud buzzing noise filled the air. Like the sound of wired motors. Everyone stopped their actions as the noise grew louder and louder until it seemed like it was coming straight from the lot. Ed gasped as he saw four cars screech into the lot, right next to Roy’s Honda. He almost shouted with joy when Scar and Riza appeared out of the first car, Winry and Armstrong from the second, Havoc and Jenny from the third and Fuery, Falman and Breda from the fourth.

Kimblee cursed. "Great. Now we’ve got to deal with the fucking Mustang team."

"You’re damn straight!" Havoc called, taking a step forward.

"Now let them go before you regret ever messing with us," Breda yelled.

Greed and his men laughed out loud. "Can you believe this? This over-weight chef man wants to take me on!" The men roared with laughter once more. Breda steamed with anger. Where he came from, he was the worst bully on the block.

While the Alchemists were busy laughing, Roy was initiating his escape. He lifted himself up, using the leverage from a guy who was clutching his arm, and spun, kicking Kimblee right in the jaw. The golden-eyed man fell to the ground, bringing another guy with him, and leaving Roy’s right hand free. He promptly punched the third in the face, dropping him to the cement.

Ed took this opportunity to make his own escape. The two men holding him were too stunned by Roy’s antics to realize what had happened to them until too late. He stomped down as hard as he could on Dorchet’s foot, emitting a loud howl from his lips. He let go of Ed’s arm to grab his throbbing foot. With his free arm, Ed elbowed the other man in the gut, causing him to clutch it and try to soothe the pain.

Now free, Ed ran to Roy’s side, the two men standing back to back. Roy smirked. "No, Greed. I don’t think you realize how many of us there are, and how many of you there are."

On the other side, Kimblee inconspicuously pulled out his A.K, aiming it at Roy’s chest. He carefully positioned his arm, hoping for the kill. A loud ring filled the air as he pulled the trigger.

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The first thing Scar did when he heard the blast, was pull out his own gun. The rest of them had already gone into action, grabbing whatever weapon in sight, and scrambling to get an Alchemist. Scar looked over at Ed and Roy to make sure they were alright over all the commotion.

Roy sported a look of pain on his face as he clutched his arm. Ed forced him to move his hand off, showing the blond his wound. Blood began to steadily seep out. Ed hurriedly took of his shirt, tearing it into two pieces. He used one as pressure on the wound and frantically tied the other onto Roy’s arm, stopping the flow of crimson liquid.

Scar sighed with relief over the all out brawl that was taking place. ‘Good. Edward’s alright, and Mustang only got a flesh wound. Looks like it’s time for me to kick some ass.’

Winry, Jenny and Riza had already caught themselves a victim. The guy began to sweat as all three women quickly ganged up on him, covering him from three sides. "Come on now ladies, we can talk about this," he said nervously.

"What do you think girls?" Jenny asked, advancing on him and twirling her knife. "Think we should give him a break?"

"Nah," answered Winry. "Then, I’ll never get any action tonight." Riza kicked him swiftly in the chest and sending him right into Winry’s fist. When he fell to the ground, Winry shook her fist in pain.

"Hawk, the next time you do that, I’m gonna kick YOUR ass." The three women looked down at the fallen Alchemist. Jenny shook her head. "That was just too easy."

Close by, Fuery and Falman held a guy down to the ground, making sure he couldn’t get up.
"Get off me you fucking assholes!" the guy yelled, frustrated.

Breda looked down at him. "Not until I get through with you." He kicked him once in the ribs. "That’s for messing with my friends!" He kicked him once more in the gut. "That’s for disturbing my night out!" The man on the ground sputtered, trying to keep consciousness. Breda brought his leg back, forcefully slamming his foot into the man’s stomach. "And that’s for calling me a fat chef!"

Falman and Fuery looked up nervously at Breda. "Whoa, Breda, take it easy," Fuery said. "You’ve got a lot of hidden anger. Maybe you should do something about that."

"He messed with the wrong chef," Breda said in-between pants, making the two consider twice before ever again commenting the cooking at the restaurant. Breda heard a grunt as Havoc was struck down.

Havoc was pinned beneath Dorchet, trying to get the upper hand. "No way, pretty boy," Dorchet taunted. "You’re not getting away from me!"

Havoc began to panic. He was trapped. And on top of that, the fucker was choking him! Stupid smoking, he was losing air quicker then normal! He scrambled to get a few breaths, but became frantic as oxygen wouldn’t cooperate.

"Havoc! Catch!" Breda slid Havoc a metal bar. Havoc gladly accepted it. He swung the bar, smashing Dorchet’s jaw. The man toppled off him.

Havoc stood up, dusting his pants. Breda patted him on the back. "Good work buddy."

"You know, you could have just hit him over the back of the head for me."

"Yeah, well that would have been too simple. It’s what best friends are for."
Havoc shook his head, taking a cigarette and lighting it with a lighter that fell from Dorchet’s pocket.

On the other side of the parking lot, Roy cursed softly, angry that his arm was still throbbing. He spotted Greed a few yards away, trying to avoid the fight.

‘There’s my victim,’ Roy thought giddily. He grabbed the man, throwing a punch to his face. The man recoiled, whipping the blood trickling down his chin, smirking. "Shit Mustang! Why’d you do that for?"

Roy was on the verge of attacking once more, when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. He turned to see Kimblee behind Ed, an arm around the Ed's neck and a gun to his head.

All action stopped.

"Kimblee, get your fucking hands off him!" Roy had to think fast. He grabbed Greed, holding him the same way Kimblee had Ed. "I swear I’ll break his neck Kimblee! I swear it!"

A quick flash of fear flew into Kimblee’s eyes, but was expertly replaced with smugness. "Do it." After all, Greed wasn’t a friend, he just paid him well. Even Greed was rolling his eyes.

"He’s bluffing!" Ed yelled.

"Shut up!" Kimblee warned, gripping Ed’s neck even tighter.

"Let go of him, and I’ll let go of your source of income. Then, you can get on your damn crotch rockets and go!"

Kimblee debated in his head. "You let go first."

"Kimblee, if you think I’m foolish enough to fall for your idiotic tricks, you are highly mistaken."

"Mustang, I’ve got the gun here."

"Don’t do it!" Ed warned. "He won’t play by the rules!"

Roy contemplated the pressure of what to do starting to build up. He closed his eyes, letting Greed go. He couldn’t let anything happen to Ed. Not because of some stupid feud.

"So, you’ve finally come to your senses." Kimblee smiled.

Greed cracked his neck, looking quite bored considering he had just been a hostage. He looked around and finally had his eyes on Ed for the longest time. With a yawn he stretched. ”Let him go Kimblee. You’ve had enough fun for one night.”

Obliging, Kimblee pushed Ed out of his grasp, making the young man fall to the ground. "It was nice seeing you again Roy. We should definitely do this again sometime." The Alchemists jumped onto their bikes, revving up their motors. The smell of gasoline hit the air as they peeled out, leaving the lot.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they were gone. Ed got up from the ground, wiping the dust from his eyes. "Shit!" He exclaimed. "I wish we could have kicked their asses!"

Winry and Havoc walked over to Ed, patting him on the back. "We did Ed," Winry said. "We did."

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Roy cursed silently in his head. He let the fucker Kimblee get away with it! He barely even heard the cheers his crew was giving, or felt the pats on the back he was getting. He couldn’t even focus on what the hell Jenny was whispering to him.

His eye caught Ed, who was smiling at Scar while being scolded. The younger man must have felt his gaze, because Ed turned to face him, amber eyes locking with his onyx ones. Ed smiled, almost shyly, not knowing how to thank Roy for protecting him. He looked at the ground, then back up to Roy.

"Thanks," Ed mouthed. Roy nodded. "You owe me," he mouthed back. Ed playfully rolled his eyes, receiving a slap on the back of his head from Scar. In the background, someone yelled, "Party at my place!" Roy was jolted from the stare fest that was going on between him and Ed. ‘Not another party. Do we have to celebrate every damn thing around here?’ Roy shook his head. He would probably go home, watch a few flicks, drink, and maybe call up one of the bar girls for a booty call. He almost laughed at the thought. The only person that he wanted to bone right now was Ed. And after that, he would have gotten what he wanted out of the street racer and go along his merry street racing way.

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