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New Year's Resolutions	By : Saranwyn Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Edward sat around a table with Liam, Svetlana, and two others – Cole and Erick. The leader of the rebellion was laying out his plan for them marking out everything on a map and explaining each move in detail.
“The train will leave at noon from South City in six days. That means we have to be at the station by eleven, and Svetlana will need to leave in the van at eleven thirty to be waiting at the rendezvous point, here, right before the tunnel. Cole, Erick, you’re going to set explosives and collapse the tunnel – I’ve already obtained the explosives, so that won’t be a problem. Thomas and I will be on the train. When the train stops, some of the guards will have to go check it out – which means that is our best opportunity to sneak into the car with the money and unload it onto the truck. Then, we all get away on the van. We’ll begin distribution of the money immediately. How does it sound?”
“Simple enough,” Svetlana murmured. “Are you sure it’s not too simple?”
“I’m certain. The more complicated it gets, the harder it will be to pull off. It’s best to keep it simple.”
“Alright, then there shouldn’t be any complications.” She cast a suspicious glance at Edward. “Unless someone isn’t who they say they are.” Liam cleared his throat.
“If that’s all, then meeting adjourned.” The others stood and left, leaving Liam and Edward alone.
“Do you have doubts about me?” the teen asked. Liam took a deep breath. He was, of course, obligated to be at least a little suspicious of everyone.
“I don’t want to, but…but can I ask you something? It’s been bothering me…for the past week or so.”
“What?”
“When we’re together, and in your sleep, you call out this Roy’s name. Can you tell me who he is?” Liam looked away. He had tried to battle his nervousness about the subject, but he couldn’t help but worry. Edward exhaled, smiling sadly.
“Of course, I can, Liam. If it was bothering you, you should’ve asked earlier.” Of course, he’d already prepared for this after he’d first accidentally let Mustang’s name slip out in a moment of ecstasy.
“Roy Winchester. You see, my sister and I grew up on a small town in the east,” he explained. “Roy Winchester was her teacher. After our mother died, our father wasn’t really present much in our life, you know? It was just me and my sister, Allison, really. Mr. Winchester was always kind and understanding towards us. Everyone pitied us, of course, but Mr. Winchester…he would come over and bring dinner at times, and he stayed after and tutored Allison when she struggled. After all, getting a good education is the key to getting a good job. I-it was him that paid for my automail, too. He even helped me in my own studies, too. Then, when Ally got sick, he helped us go to a bigger town to get her to a hospital, but…he couldn’t pay all the bills, as much as he wanted to. It was just more than his salary would offer. I think he thought of me as a son or something, so I never told him…about how I felt for him.”
“I see.” Liam let out a sigh of relief. “I guess I just couldn’t help but worry that when you said Roy you meant…Roy Mustang.” It was all Edward could do not to gape. How did he come to that conclusion? “It’s just…I have a bit of a history with him, so I guess it’s a fear of mine.” The teen forced a puzzled look.
“…You mean the Colonel who’s gotten a lot of recognition in the military?” Edward asked. His stomach clenched. Wow, he’s actually a lot more careful than he lets on, isn’t he?
“Yeah. I know it sounds farfetched, I just couldn’t help worrying that you were actually a spy for him or something. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” He rested his head against Liam’s shoulder. “You have to be suspicious. A lot is riding on you, after all.”
“Thanks for understanding. It’s just…you know, I’ve been told before…that I look like the Flame Alchemist in some ways.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess you do. I never thought about it.” The teen gave Liam’s hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Just…I don’t know. I feel like I’m using you.” Liam chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip from his drink.
“You are using me, Thomas. We all use people. It’s not a bad thing. I use you, too. And Svetlana. Sure it may feel a little different, but remember, I’m a grown man, I know what it means to be in a relationship with you. You don’t have to feel bad about not returning my feelings and just using me as an outlet. I’m more than happy with our relationship.”
“How can you be happy with that?”
“Because, Tom. I care about you. Part of loving you is just wanting to see you happy. It brings me pleasure just to ease your suffering.” Edward sighed. Why does he have to be so damn kind? He thought ruefully. “Don’t look so unhappy. If I can’t handle it, I’ll just call it off with you. For me, what really matters is that you’re okay.”
“You’re really not like normal people Liam. No one has ever…I mean…people aren’t that selfless.” Liam chuckled.
“Perhaps I come off a little strong, but I’m not all that great. Besides, I did push you into a relationship with me. Our first kiss was me taking advantage of your inebriated state.”
“I-I wasn’t that drunk,” Edward muttered.
“Maybe not, but you wouldn’t have done it if you’d been completely sober. And after that…well, things moved a lot faster than you wanted. I’m not entirely selfless, see?”
“Ah, but it wasn’t like I really protested that much. I mean, if I’d told you I really didn’t want it, you’d have stopped.”
“Of course. I’m not about to force you!” Liam laughed. “But you know, I’ll take your compliment anyways. Thank you, Thomas. I’m glad you think I’m nice.” Edward sighed.
“Well, I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” he faked a yawn, covering his mouth. Liam reached up and pulled him into a quick kiss.
“I’ll join you in a bit,” he promised, giving Edward the keys to his house. The teen nodded and walked off. Once he was outside, his shoulders slumped. I’m sorry for leading you on like this, knowing I’m only manipulating you…
Alphonse sat in the hotel room, sighing heavily. He was worried about Edward. Sure, his brother was a free spirit and tended to just do things without telling anyone, but he’d been gone almost a month, now, and there was still no word of him. For all he knew his brother was captured or dead. If the rebellion group had caught him…No, don’t think like that, he criticized himself. He’s fine. He’s always fine. The hulking suit of armor stood, pacing the room anxiously. Why hadn’t his brother told him anything? Usually when Edward kept him in the dark, it was because he had a phenomenally bad idea that Alphonse would never agree with. But it always turned out fine, right? His mind flashed through all the times he’d had to get Edward out of situations. Their first fight with Scar, for instance. The time spent alone on the island during the first part of their training. When they’d found out about Tucker. No, he’s not always fine. Sometimes he needs help, he realized. Still, he told me to wait here for him…But I can’t do nothing! Determinedly, he went to the phone and picked it up, dialing Hughes’s work number.
“Central City Military Headquarters,” a female voice came over the phone.
“Hello, this is Alphonse Elric, I’m calling to speak to Colonel Mayes Hughes,” Alphonse replied. “My brother is Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. His identification code is A42MBC7.” There was silence on the other end as the woman checked the code.
“Alright, I’ll put you through to the Colonel.”
“Thank you.” The younger Elric waited for a while.
“Alphonse?” Hughes asked.
“Colonel! I’m so glad I could get ahold of you. I’m worried about Edward. He’s been gone three weeks now.”
“Wait, what do you mean ‘gone?’ Aren’t you with him?”
“No, he left me in South City and told me not to follow him. He didn’t even tell me where he was going. He said it would be a while, but this…I’m worried about him.”
“Did he give you an estimate on how long he would be gone?”
“Just a while. He didn’t specify.”
“Do you know what mission he was working on?”
“Something about an anarchist group.”
“Oh, that one. Right, well, the good news is that their patterns have been relatively nonviolent so far, though I suppose Edward could push anyone into violence, if he tried. Anyways, there’s only a small chance that they’ve killed him. I’ll see what we can do from this end, okay?”
“Thank you, Hughes.”
“You did the right thing, telling me.”
“I only wish I had earlier.”
“Alphonse. Everything’s going to be okay. We’ll handle things, and Ed will be back with you before you know it, okay?”
“Thank you.” Alphonse tried to sound hopeful. “Goodbye.” He hung up, sighing heavily. Ed…where are you?
Mustang glanced at the clock. He had two more hours before he could leave. Right now, he was sitting at his desk, pretending to do paperwork. Riza shot him a glance and pulled out her gun, leveling it at his head.
“No slacking off!” she barked. Things hadn’t changed between them since they’d slept together. Well, except Mustang could tell how badly Riza wanted to do it again, but he wasn’t going to give in to that. Not ever. That had been a one-time deal, only. Suddenly, Hughes came bursting into his office, without even knocking.
“Mustang-!” he started.
“Hughes, I swear if this is because your daughter lost a tooth-!” Mustang warned.
“It’s Fullmetal!” The Colonel cut him off. The Flame Alchemist’s mouth snapped shut and immediately Hughes had the attention of everyone in the room. He took a deep breath, shutting the door to cover up that he was taking a moment to compose himself. “I don’t know how to say this…”
“Just say it and be done with it? Is he injured? Dead?”
“Neither. He’s perfectly healthy, it’s just that…”
“What?”
“Alphonse called me today, said Edward has been gone three weeks and hasn’t bothered contacting him once. Apparently he ditched his brother in South City. What’s more, the rebellion hasn’t been weakened at all. If anything, they’re stronger than ever. Then, look at this newspaper printed in the town just north of where Edward was supposed to be going.” Hughes walked over and slapped a newspaper down on Mustang’s desk. Everyone got up to crowd around and see it. On the front page was a headline reading “Daring Thief Bamboozles Police Again!” And beneath it was a picture of none other than Edward Elric running down the street. His outfit had changed, and it was clear, even in black and white, that his hair had been died, but it was unmistakably the Fullmetal Alchemist.
“He’s…”
“It looks like he’s betrayed us,” Hughes supplied softly. Mustang gawked at the paper, not even sure how to process it. Edward had betrayed him? He’d joined the anarchists? Why? How could he? Did that mean he’d found a cure for Alphonse’s body, already? He stood up, furiously, his fist clenching.
“Hawkeye, handle things here,” he barked. “I’m going to get Fullmetal.”
“Sir-!”
“Don’t ‘sir’ me! I am going to get him and drag him back in chains if I have to!” Then, he left to get himself the first ticket he could to South City. Dammit, Fullmetal! What the hell are you doing?! He thought furiously as he left the building and strode out into the cold.
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