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Mirrors of Yesterday	By : ZaKai Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This has been a little pet
project of mine; something that I�ve worked on for me because I wanted to write
it.� With the urging of close friends,
I�m posting it for you to read.� I�d like
to thank my beta, Masamune Reforged
upfront for his input.

If you�re
looking for sex or smut only, this story probably isn�t going to do it for
you.� I decided to post it at this site
because I felt like the content was mature enough for aff.n,
not because of NC17 content.

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Mirrors of Yesterday

I

Through the Looking Glass

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The last
thing Ed remembered was turning in time to see the out of control car hit him.� He�d tried to jump out of the way, but it had
been too late.� He remembered falling to
the ground and the fuzzy shouts of people yelling for a doctor, remembered the
pain and someone kneeling next to him, calling his name... then nothing.�

Ed thrust
his hands into the deep pockets of his brown trousers and rounded his shoulders
a bit.� It was cold, but not too cold,
and the fact that he was wearing his long brown overcoat helped.� He sighed and stared out at the rain from
where he was leaning against the side of a building; the awning of the book
shop keeping him protected from the downpour.�

A car
rumbled slowly by and he followed the blurry shape with his eyes until he could
no longer see it.� The make and model
definitely wasn�t German.� In fact, it
looked more like...� Ed sucked in his
breath and glanced again at this small shop he was standing by.� He recognized the shop.� He�d seen it several times before, but it had
been a long time since then.

A very long time.

The last
time Ed had been in East
City, he had been
sixteen.� Amestris was where he�d been
born and raised, but it was a place that had only existed in his fading
memories and in his deepest dreams for the past eighteen years.� It was a place where the science of alchemy
was a magic that was real, not just an illusion or a trick of the eye.

Ed
watched as a redheaded boy of about eleven or twelve ran through the pouring
rain toward the canopy.� The boy gasped
heavily at having to run and wiped the water out of his eyes.� After a moment, he opened the bag he was carrying
and took out a newspaper before walking into the bookstore, making the bell on
the door jingle.� A moment later, the
bell rattled again as the same boy came out and yelled a �you�re welcome� back
to the shop keeper.

Ed eyed
the boy with more interest.� The language
the kid had used hadn�t been German, English, or any of the other European
languages he�d grown used to hearing.� It
had been the language of Amestris, with a heavy eastern accent.

�Boy,� Ed
said quietly, and was slightly amused to hear the German accent as he spoke his
native tongue for the first time in a long time.� And to think there had been a time that he�d
had an Amestris accent when he spoke German or English...

The
paperboy glanced up at him in surprise and said, �Yes, sir?�

�May I
see one of your papers; just for a moment?�

The boy
ran a hand through his scraggily red hair and said warily, �These are already
paid for.�

�I�m not
going to take it; I just want to see the cover.�
You could even hold it up for a moment...�

The boy�s
green eyes flickered away as he considered this suggestion carefully, then
fished one of the newspapers out and held it up.� Ed ignored the cover story and quickly read
the date.� He thanked the boy, who
stuffed the newspaper back in the bag and ran off.�

Ed sighed
and looked up at the bright yellow canopy above him.� How was it possible that he was here?� Not just how was it possible, but how did he get
here?� He tried to focus his mind, tried
to think back, but couldn�t remember anything after the car hit him.� All he knew was that he was standing here and
it was raining.� He wanted to believe
this was a dream, but the hard stone wall he was leaning on seemed real enough
and the cold, wet air was certainly real enough to give him a chill.

He
pressed his lips together when he thought of the date printed on the
newspaper.� He�d lived in Germany for
eighteen years, but according to the newspaper, he hadn�t been gone from
Amestris at all.� In fact, according to
the newspaper, he hadn�t even left yet, and wouldn�t for almost another year...

Of
course, this was all wrong.� He
remembered coming back through the gate briefly when he was eighteen, so it
wasn�t as if time could have stood still while he was gone.� Time always went on.� Even on the other side of the gate he�d lived
with his brother for a time and had seen him fall in love, marry, and have
children...

Ed sighed
and thought of his own wife, now eight years dead.� The two years they�d had together had been nice...
not great, but okay.� But as the saying
goes, all things must come to an end.�
What they�d had... well... they�d had their problems, everyone does, but
he had cared for her...� He blinked away the sudden tears and tried to
think about something else.�

One part
of Ed supposed he should go somewhere, perhaps get out of the cold, but where
would he go?� He could go inside the
bookstore, but he had no money and wouldn�t be able to stay there very long.� Another part of him argued that this couldn�t
possibly be real, so what was the point of going anywhere?� Just let this bizarre dream, or phenomenon,
or whatever it was, pass on...

Suddenly,
the bell jingled again, alerting Ed to someone exiting the shop.� He continued to stare out into the rain as he
heard a wobbly voice say, �Well, I appreciate your business, and that you
actually pay me and not put it on a
tab.�

There was
a chuckle, then, �Of course.� I know how
the military works.� I would hate for you
to not be paid for these.�

The voice
grabbed at him and, as if in a dream, he turned his head to see who was
speaking.� Standing at the door were two
men.� An old man stood partially in the
shop, his white hair sticking up at odd angles; and a younger man, this one
with fine black hair, wearing a military uniform mostly covered by a long,
black coat and carrying a neatly wrapped package.� Books, Ed guessed, wrapped to protect them
from the rain.

�I�ll
hate to lose your business when you finally get transferred back to Central,�
the old man said.

The
younger man shook his head and laughed easily.�
�I don�t see that happening any time soon.�

�If you say so.� Be careful out in that rain.�

�I will,�
the military man answered and turned away as the older man gave a small wave
and shut the door.� The dark-haired man
took a step, then stopped suddenly when he saw Ed
staring at him.

The two
locked eyes for several moments before the military man nodded his head
slightly and said politely, �Excuse me.�
I�m sorry for staring, but you reminded me of someone I know and it
startled me.�

�Roy
Mustang...� Ed said quietly, the name sounding foreign on his tongue.� It was the last person he would have expected
to see in this dream that seemed not to be a dream.� The last time he�d seen the man was when
they�d been rushing to save Central, something that wouldn�t happen for another
three years, if the newspaper was to be believed.

The man�s
eyebrows knit together slightly in confusion as he said, �Yes, that�s right.�� He paused, then
asked in an unsure tone, �Do I know you?�

�I
suppose,� Ed said, and pushed himself away from the
wall.� Though he�d never grown to be as
tall as he�d have liked, Ed noticed that he was only three or so inches shorter
than his ex-commanding officer; a small detail, yet one that didn�t escape his
notice.� �My name is Edward Elric,� he
said simply.

Ed wasn�t
sure how he would react in such a
situation, but he hoped if he was ever faced with it, that he would be able to
keep as much self control as Mustang did.�
To his credit, the colonel�s eyes simply widened and he stared at Ed in
disbelief.� It was much better than
shouting or losing control of his senses.�
But then, this was Roy Mustang, and Ed remembered the man being able to
keep his emotions in check most of the time no matter what the situation.

Tucking
the box under his arm, Mustang rubbed his eyes, blinked, and looked at Ed
again.� �Well...� Mustang said
blandly.� �They say kids grow up fast,
but that�s a little too fast for me.�

Ed smiled
and nodded his head.� �Fast for you, slow
for me,� he said.

�I
see.�� Mustang shifted the package and
stared closer at Ed, inspecting him as if this were some sort of trick, and for
some reason this struck him as a little... childish?� No, that wasn�t the word, but simply... ��

Suddenly,
Ed thought again about the date he�d seen on the newspaper.� He quickly calculated a few things in his
head.� His younger self was fifteen right now, wherever he was, and that meant Mustang was...
twenty-eight... �He blinked.� That meant that at thirty-four, Ed was six
years older than the other man...

He
supposed, years ago, he would have gloated over the fact, but he had mellowed a
lot over the years, and now he only felt thoughtful.� Ed let his eyes move over Mustang�s
face.� The colonel did seem rather
young... younger than he remembered, and that was probably why.� Twenty-eight just seemed so... well... young...

�I don�t
think I�ll be here very long,� Ed said with a small smile at his previous
thoughts.� �I�m really not sure why I�m
here, and it�s a long story.�

�I have
time,� Mustang said, eyes still riveted on him.

Ed looked
around.� �The weather doesn�t lend itself
to being the type where people idly stand around and chatter.�

�You said
you won�t be here long...?� Mustang asked.

Ed
nodded.� �That�s right; or at least,
that�s what I believe.�

�I see,�
Mustang murmured thoughtfully, then asked, �Do you
have a place to stay?�

Ed raised
an eyebrow before shaking his head.� Was
Mustang offering to take him in?� That
just seemed so... un-Mustang-like.� �No, I
don�t,� Ed responded truthfully.

�Well,
you�re welcome to stay with me for a few days if you need,� the younger man
offered slowly, seeming a little unsure with the whole situation, but curious
and wanting to know more.� Ed studied him
thoughtfully for a moment.� From what he
remembered, Roy Mustang was an arrogant bastard who enjoyed tormenting the hell
out of him, but this man...

Ed�s eyes
narrowed a little.� Was this really Roy Mustang?� Would the Mustang he knew be so generous and
so mild mannered?� Or perhaps it had been
so long that his memories weren�t serving him very well...� Perhaps... or maybe his memories couldn�t be
trusted.� After all, he�d only been a kid
at the time.� But what Ed did know was
that he didn�t have a place to stay, and right now he was cold and damp...�

When Ed
nodded, Mustang waved a hand and hurried out into the rain.� Bracing himself for the cold torrent, Ed
followed after him.� They ran for maybe
five minutes before the colonel turned and let himself into a large
building.� When Ed entered, he found
himself in a long hallway; the walls lined with doors fixed with numbers.�

Ed
blinked and wiped the water out of his eyes.�
It had never occurred to him when he was younger that the colonel might
live in an apartment, not in a house.� In
fact, he�d never thought about it at all.

When they
got to the door, Mustang reached up, brushed back his dripping bangs, and ran a
hand over his wet face before pulling his keys from his pocket.� Unlocking the door, the man let himself
inside and beckoned Ed forward.�
Following after him, Ed shut the door and looked around the small studio
apartment as the light was turned on.�
The apartment itself was old, but it was clean and in good repair.� Ed watched as the colonel slipped out of his
black overcoat and hung it on a coat rack.�

�You can
hang your coat up there,� Mustang said, indicating the rack.�

Ed nodded
slowly and slipped his coat off.� After
hanging it up, he turned, but stopped when he noticed that Mustang was still
staring at him.� Deciding to try making
the situation a little lighter, Ed smiled and put out his hand.

�A little
older, and a little taller, but still the same,� he said.� �But perhaps an introduction is in order
anyway.�

At this,
the colonel shook his head before stepping forward and taking Ed�s hand.� �Not the same.� You�re not the same at all.�� Ed�s smile faded at that and they stood there
for a moment, hands clasped together, each staring at the other.� Finally, Mustang gave his hand a last squeeze
and said, �How about something to warm you up?�
I have tea, coffee...�� He paused,
then studied Ed for a moment before adding, �Among
other things to help warm you up.�

Ed smiled
faintly and murmured, �I�ll take one of the other things.�

Mustang
nodded and said as he headed to the small kitchen, �Make yourself
at home.�

Ed waited
for a moment, watching the younger man open a cupboard to retrieve two glasses,
before wandering to the other part of the apartment.� Two large book cases, a small desk with a
chair, and a small couch filled the rest of the living space.�

He eyed
the books and nodded his approval.� His
fingers itched to pull a few out and read them.�
It had been so long since he�d read anything on alchemy that wasn�t
ridiculously simple.� The world he�d been
living in had such a primitive view on alchemy that it wasn�t even worth the
time to read the few books written on the subject.

Instead
of pulling the books out, Ed refrained and turned his gaze to the desk and couch.� The desk was neatly organized, and a couple
small picture frames sat near one corner.�
Curious, Ed moved a little closer.�
There was a picture of Mustang and Hughes in their younger days, a
picture of Mustang�s unit, and a small picture of Alphonse, large in the
hulking armor, holding a twelve-year-old Ed upside-down by his ankles.

At the
last picture, Ed smiled a little.� It was
hard to believe he�d ever been so young and carefree...� His smile faded as a sad and nostalgic
feeling washed over him.� At the time he
hadn�t felt carefree, but he had been.�
Oh, he�d had many more responsibilities and emotional baggage than many
children his age, but he�d been young and na�ve.� He�d believed he could do anything...

He didn�t
believe that anymore.

A sound
beside him made him look up, and he saw Mustang carrying two glasses.� When the man saw he had Ed�s attention, he
offered one of to Ed.� Taking the glass,
Ed sniffed at it, then took a small sip.�

�Thanks,�
he murmured, then glanced back at the picture.�
It was odd to think Roy Mustang would have a photo of him and his
brother on his desk.� He�d always thought
the pompous man was only using them for his own gains, but...

He
glanced again at Mustang, then shook his head
slightly.� Thinking back, with the
perspective he had now, it was obvious that Mustang had been trying to protect
them, doing everything he could to help them, he�d just had his own way of
going about it.� Ed suddenly felt so
ungrateful.� This man had made it
possible for him, a child, to become
a State Alchemist, and yet he�d given the man nothing but grief...� Ed wasn�t sure that he would
have been as patient, nor did he think he would have given a little brat
like himself a chance.

�You
really are a good man, you know that?� Ed said suddenly, as this realization
hit him.

Mustang
blinked at the unexpected complement, then said, �Actually, I�m not; but thanks
for the thought.�

To this,
Ed simply shook his head before glancing around the apartment again.� �It doesn�t seem like there�s enough room
here for two,� he observed.

�There�s
room,� Mustang said, then put his drink on the desk.� Walking to the couch, he unlatched something
at the bottom, then pulled it out into a bed. ��I have work I need to do tonight.� Feel free to take the bed.�

�You
actually work?� Ed said automatically, then felt his cheeks heat.� The remark had been extremely childish, one
he would have quipped when he was a teenager, but something unacceptable coming
from an adult.

The
colonel glanced at him then gave a small, humor-filled smirk.� �That�s right.� Not only am I employed by the military, I
also work for them as well.��

Ed felt
his cheeks burn even hotter at that.�
�I�m sorry,� he said.� �That was
really inappropriate of me to say...�

To this,
Mustang�s grin faded and was replaced with a look of surprise.� Finally he murmured, �Well, it�s nice to know
you�ll eventually learn some manners.�

Ed
cleared his throat and said, changing the subject, �I don�t want to take your
bed.� I just wouldn�t feel right about
making you sleep on the floor.�

The
colonel raised an eyebrow and said mildly, �Who said I�m sleeping on the
floor?�

The
burning in Ed�s cheeks that had just been starting to fade came back with a
sudden ferocity.� He opened his mouth, then shut it again, before saying uncomfortably, �Ehm... I do like you, Mustang, but I don�t think that...�

To this,
Mustang�s lips pressed together in a way that Ed had seen many times
before.� It was how the man looked when
he was trying not to laugh.� �I told
you,� Mustang said finally.� �I have
things to work on.� I�ll do that while
you sleep.�

Ed�s
mouth clamped shut.� Embarrassed didn�t
even begin to describe how he was feeling right now.� Without another word, he quickly downed the
alcohol before walking to the kitchen.�
He helped himself to another glass, then drank
it just as quickly before putting the glass in the sink.� When he turned, Mustang was staring at him
with a worried frown.

�What?�
Ed asked peevishly.� Al often gave him
that same look, and it frustrated Ed to no end.�
He knew what it meant, seeing as how he�d seen it most often after his
wife had died.� That had been a dark time
in his life.� He�d felt as if the whole
world hated him; and, for a time, he hadn�t wanted to live in the world at
all.�

�Nothing...�
Mustang murmured, then took a sip of his own drink.� Ed frowned suddenly at the way the man had
withdrawn.� He would have expected snide
words back from Mustang, not this quiet, reflective attitude.

Ed
wandered back toward the man and said, �Well, alright then, I�m pretty tired;
so if you don�t mind, I�m going to undress and get some sleep.�

�Already?� Mustang asked in surprise.�
Pulling out his pocket watch, the man looked at it and said, �But it�s
only...�

�Yes, but
I�m tired now,� Ed said.� He really was tired�exhausted really...� He wasn�t sure how long he�d been standing
outside the bookshop, but it had been quite a while.� He�d been tired when he�d arrived at Mustang�s
apartment; but after the alcohol, he had a nice buzz going and he felt very
ready for some sleep.�

Unbuttoning
his vest, Ed said, �I... obviously don�t have any sleepwear with me...�� It wasn�t that he was asking the man to
borrow his pajamas, but if Mustang would prefer him not to sleep in his
underwear then he�d need to provide something.

�Sorry,�
Mustang said.� �I�d offer you something,
but I don�t have anything.�

Ed
frowned.� �Nothing?� he asked.� What kind of a person didn�t have something
to sleep in?

Mustang
glanced up at him slowly and said in that flat tone he remembered, �That�s
right, Full...��
A pause. ��Edward.��
Ed cocked his head.� The man had
stopped himself, but Ed had caught it and he felt slightly amused.� It had been a long time since he�d been
called �Fullmetal�.�

�Then
what do you sleep in?� he asked, then quickly closed his mouth when the man
simply stared at him.� Well... that
certainly answered that question.

Ed
stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, and used the restroom before
slipping under the covers.� While he�d
been in the other room, Mustang had moved to his desk and sat down.� Taking a small drink, Mustang began shuffling
through some papers.

With a
yawn, Ed closed his eyes and nestled into the bedding.� At first, it felt a little strange knowing
that he was sleeping in Roy Mustang�s bed.�
It was just... odd.� Besides that,
the man�s scent was all around him�in the blankets and in the pillow.� The oddity didn�t prevent him from falling
asleep in his exhausted state, though, and soon he wasn�t aware of anything.

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

Ed�s body
jerked awake at the sound of a ringing telephone.� He opened his eyes and blinked a little at
the candlelight.� He frowned and glanced
around, trying to get his bearing.� This
wasn�t his apartment... wasn�t his bed... wasn�t the smell he was used to...� His eyes settled on the man seated at the
desk and the memories of being in Amestris settled on him.� The rain... the shop... Mustang...�

The phone
rang again and he watched Mustang pick up the receiver and say mildly, �Hello?�

Just that
simple act seemed so odd to Ed.� From
what he remembered, Mustang had always answered the phone in his office with a
strong �Mustang�.� He�d never thought
that there might be a difference in the way the man would answer his own
personal phone.

There was
a moment of silence before the man rubbed at his eyes and said in that same
mild voice, �Yes, of course I�ll take the call.�
Put him through.�� Another moment
of silence then, �What do you think you�re doing calling at this time of night,
Fullmetal?�� Ed blinked.� Now that
was the tone he remembered; that strong commanding tone with the slightly
condescending edge.�

He
watched as Mustang pulled out his pocket watch and click
it open before saying, �Of course I was asleep.�
That�s what normal people do
this close to midnight.�� Another pause.� �No,
I�m not always asleep.�� Pause.� �I�m sure it does seem like a lot of sleep to
you.� See, people of normal height need
more sleep than...�

Mustang
pulled the phone away from his ear and set it down on the desk as shouting rang
from the receiver.� It must have gone on
for at least a full minute, in which time Mustang poured himself more alcohol
from the bottle on his desk and shuffled quickly through a few folders before
picking the phone back up.

�Yes, of
course I�m listening to you,� Mustang said.�
Ed tried to feel irritated, but instead he only felt slightly
amused.� If he were in the colonel�s
place, Ed probably would have shouted back, hung up, or at least given the kid
a stern lecture about telephone politeness.

The
colonel shuffled through more papers, then said, �Your report?� Oh is that what it was?� I thought you were drawing me a picture to
put on my fridge.�

Ed could
hear more ranting from the phone, and again Mustang set the receiver down.� After more paper shuffling, Mustang seemed to
find what he wanted.� Reaching over, the
colonel picked something up that Ed couldn�t see and...

Ed
blinked and leaned up on one elbow.�

Glasses?

Mustang
wore glasses?

Since when?

Sitting
up, Ed glanced at the paper the man was reading and could see that it was a
report he had written.� When the noise
from the phone quieted, Mustang once again picked it up.� He nodded before saying, �Of course I
remember what was in it.�

Ed
frowned thoughtfully at the paper in Mustang�s hand.� Wasn�t he supposed to turn the reports into Hakuro?� Why did he
still have it?

Mustang
paused, then grabbed a pad of paper and a pencil and started writing.� After a moment, he said, �I�m not a supply
clerk, Fullmetal.� Call the warehouse.� They�re the ones who issue those
things.�� A pause.� �You have a phone book, don�t you?�� Another pause.� �Yes, I could give you the number; but I want
to go back to sleep, so I�ll let you find it yourself.�� Pause.�
�Good night, Fullmetal.�

Ed could
hear his younger self shouting on the phone as Mustang hung up.� Feeling rather irritated that he�d been
treated in such a way when he was younger, Ed was about to say something when
the colonel picked up the phone again and started dialing.

Mustang
sighed heavily as he waited, then in a very professional tone said, �Yes, this
is Colonel Roy Mustang.� I have a
subordinate who will be calling to request some supplies.�� A pause.� �Major Edward Elric.�� Pause.�
�Yes, the Fullmetal, that�s right.��
Another pause, and at his angle, Ed could see a little of the small
smile that played out on Mustang�s face.�
�That�s true.� He is a good kid.�

Ed felt
his earlier irritation deflate as he listened to the colonel talk.� He�d always thought that Mustang didn�t like
him, and that the man was constantly trying to make things hard for him, but...�

As Ed
listened to the man read off the list, he finally began to understand.� Mustang hadn�t given him the number so that
he could have time to authorize the supplies.�
Ed was starting to remember this conversation, and he hadn�t realized at
the time that perhaps he wouldn�t have been able to get the supplies on his
own.� Yet, after the phone call to
Mustang, when he�d finally called the warehouse, Ed had felt a sort of pride in
being able to do this on his own because he�d been so mad at Mustang...

He�d
never known...� What other things had
Mustang done to help him that he�d never known about?

When
Mustang hung up, Ed watched as he tucked the report away into that same folder,
and he couldn�t help but ask, �Why do you still have that report?�

The colonel
jumped a little and turned around in his chair.�
The surprised look on his face, along with the glasses, only seemed to
emphasize how young he was; and, at that moment, Ed really felt his age.

After
getting over the initial surprise, Mustang smoothed his face back to its normal,
calm composure and said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, �I
couldn�t possibly submit those to Hakuro.� They�re too sloppy, and the man has a hard
time reading things in script anyway.�

�But...�
Ed started.

Turning
back toward his desk in that uncomfortable-looking wooden chair, Mustang said,
�I submitted typed copies to the general.�
Don�t worry.�

Ed
grimaced.� �You didn�t make Hawkeye type
them up, did you?� he asked, suddenly feeling bad for the woman.

Mustang
turned around a little in his chair and gave Ed a wryly amused look. �Of course not.� She�s
not my secretary. �No one sees your
reports but Hakuro and me.�

�Oh...� Ed muttered, feeling suddenly embarrassed.� �I just thought... because she was always
bringing work in for you and stuff...�

Mustang
was quiet for a moment before saying, �You never really knew what our jobs
were, did you?�

Ed opened
his mouth, then closed it.� No, not really.� What he really remembered was that Mustang
was often sitting at his desk going over papers and sometimes Hawkeye would
come in and deliver stuff to him.

�Hawkeye�s
job is similar to mine in that she can approve and disapprove requests.� She�s just another chain in our
department.� She goes over the less
important requests and also looks over the reports from the billing department,
which takes care of the money for the upkeep of Central Headquarters itself,
meaning the building upkeep, grounds, feeding people, etc.�

Mustang
took a drink and continued.� �She
delivers the financial reports to me as well as the more urgent or important
requests.� I read over those and either
approve or deny.� We do other things that
pertain more to military matters, but that�s the basics of our everyday work
life.�

Ed
blinked as he digested that information.�
It all sounded so...� �Boring...�
Ed said out loud.

This made
Mustang grin and he nodded.� �Yes,
very.� But this way I know everything
that is going on.� I often read over
Hawkeye�s forms as well so that I can be more informed.� That�s part of why she�s always bringing in
papers for me.�

�But... you
complained about it a lot,� Ed argued, finding it hard to believe that Mustang
had given himself more work needlessly.

The
colonel turned around and picked up a couple of papers.� �You were too young to realize we were
bantering with each other.� Your
perception was off because you didn�t understand.�

Ed slowly
rested his head back down on the pillow and thought about what Mustang had just
said.� He was right.� He hadn�t understood; yet, thinking back on
the way the older officers talked to each other now, he had no problems seeing
it.

Ed gazed
at the bottle on Mustang�s desk.� That
hadn�t been there when he�d gone to bed...

�You
should go back to sleep,� Mustang said in a distracted tone.

�What about
you?� he asked.� He was starting to feel
guilty about kicking Mustang out of his bed.�
The man surely had to be tired...

�I do
this all the time,� the colonel said with a wave of his hand.� �Don�t worry.�

Ed
frowned as it suddenly occurred to him why it had seemed that Mustang was so
lazy.� If he routinely stayed up so late
working, then he must have really needed those naps at work...� Ed closed his eyes and pulled the covers up
over his shoulders as he tried to get back to sleep.�

Good
sleep was hard for him to get any more.�
Since his wife had died, Ed hadn�t been able to sleep well at all.� Of course, he�d had the same problem after Alphonse
had married and moved away�at least until he�d gotten married himself.� And he�d had sleep problems when he�d first
come to that world, but after getting settled with Alfons, Ed found that he�d
slept much better.

Ed opened
his eyes to stare at Mustang�s back, then closed them again
as he thought about the phone conversations.�
For some odd reason, he felt as though he�d learned more about Roy
Mustang in this one night than he had all those years he�d associated with the
man...

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