My New Fan-Fic!
Yay! A new fic! This fic took me FOREVER to write. I had bad writer's block. And this fic shouldnt have as much spelling errors as my last one *blush* I used a spell check site since I use wordpad. This one isn't as angsty as Taboo but I like the way it turned out. First in a multi-chapter, Hope you like!
Title: The Soul Alchemist
Author: Frankie_the_cat
Pairing: Elricest
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Edward's hair!
Summary: "THEN YOU'LL DIE IN THAT DAMN UNIFORM!"
The door slowly squeaked open, as the short blonde state Alchemist walked into the office. The office of one "Flame Alchemist", is what the plaque on the wall next to the door said. The young boy of only 18 years of age gingerly walked further into the room, half heartily saluting the Brigadier General. He plopped down on one of the soft leather seats that faced the stern faced man's desk.
"So what's this all about Mustang?" The blonde asked coldly, "Why'd you ask to see me?"
The professional looking blonde haired woman standing in the corner of the room made her presence known, by softly placing her hand onto The boy's shoulder. "Hawkeye" is what her badge read, and by the number of stars on her shoulder it was easy to see she was ranked a Colonel. The younger blonde stiffened, confused, he never saw her face look so soft.
"Mustang, what's this all about?"
The older man sat in his chair, his stature poised and intimidating. Yet his face...
"Edward, I need you to stay calm." His voice was smooth and neutral, as always.
"Cut the crap and tell me what this is about?" Panic beginning to resinate in his tone.
"A small group of soldiers were patrolling the Drachma border on Mt. Briggs when..."
"What does this have to do with me?" The shorter Alchemist cut in, anxious.
"...When" The General went on, unphased "a small rebel group from Drachma attacked them. They were trying to steal some supplies from the camp our soldiers had set up and..."
"Get to the point Mustang!"
"...among the group of soldiers stationed there, there was a few Colonels and Lt. Colonels. There was also a state Alchemist amongst them. He..."
"A state alchemist...?"
"...he was sent there to help our troops push back another, separate, rebel force located nearby. When the two rebel groups combined, they amassed a force strong enough to completely wipe out all the soldiers stationed there. Including the state Alchemist."
"...Mustang...don't tell me...please don't tell me..."
"Edward, it was the Soul Alchemist...Alphonse...is dead."
Chapter 1. Three Years Later
"Happy birthday Alphonse." Edward whispered, blowing out the candles on the small cake that lay before him.
The apartment was small and cramped, it was military issued so Ed didn't really expect much anyway. The view from the tiny living room was nice, all of Central was visible. Ed never really noticed though, he was never there often. He would only enter the city on certain days of the year, like when he had to give his annual assessment. Or other, more personal occasions. Such as his beloved brother's birthday.
Every year, on this day, Ed would come home. To the apartment he and his brother once shared, which seemed like an eternity ago. The only reason he would end his search for the few days he stayed there, was because it was the only way he could feel close to his brother. And on a day as important as Al's birthday, it was all the more necessary.
"Happy twentieth birthday...dear brother..."
The short haired blonde cut the cake mechanically, absently placing a slice onto his plate. It was Al's favorite, chocolate with strawberry filling and fudge icing. Ed never liked it, it was too sweet for his taste. He quietly ate the cruel reminder of his brother's absence, staring into space as he did so.
One slice was all he ate, it was all he ever ate. Finishing his slice he picked up the cake from the table and threw it into the trash. Then he would wash his plate and silverware, and go to bed. That was his favorite part, going to bed. It was the bed they once shared. The bed they once held each other on cold nights in. The bed they once woke early in the morning together in. The bed in which they once...kissed.
Yes, Edward loved going to sleep in this bed. But it wasn't because it was comfortable, nor was it because it was large and spacious. No, it was because for the one moment in which Ed was between the world of the real and the world of dreams, he swore...that Alphonse was laying there next to him, safe and alive.
*
Edward only ever came to Central for special occasions, but he didn't mind staying for a few days. And where else was he going to get his automail repaired?
'Rockbell Automail' The sign above the door read. Edward hesitantly stepped in looking around finding no one in the lobby. "Hello? Winry? It's me E..."
"Edward!" The shrill voice came, accompanied by a large wrench.
"Agh!" Ed shrieked painfully, falling to the floor and rubbing his head. "Damn it Winry...well I guess I deserved that."
"You sure did! Yeesh Ed, I come to Central, where you live by the way, and you still don't visit but every few months! And wait, let me guess. You need your automail tuned up."
"...Yeah..."
"..."
Ever since the death of Alphonse Winry had watched her best friend wither and decay. He was never happy, but never really sad. And his trademark Elric temper was non-existent, only a shadow of his old self remained. His physical appearance had changed dramatically as well. He now wore the standard military uniform, all blue and silver lining. His hair was cut too, short like Alphonse's hair used to be. In fact, Edward could pass as a clone of Alphonse now, only the eyes were different.
"Come on, get up. Let's get you checked out. And I expect extra for this, your supposed to make an appointment remember!"
"Okay."
The slender military man followed his old friend into the back room, as he casually removed his jacket. The automail wasn't that bad, only a few nicks and scratches. The gears and wires were a little worn, but nothing serious.
"So where have you been lately?" Winry asked, as she began to replace the necessary pieces of one of her oldest works of art.
"Oh, you know...all over." The shorter blonde replied from his position on the 'Repair' chair.
"All over eh? And where is 'All over'?"
"Well...mostly near the border between Creta and Amestries."
"Really? What for?"
"General Mustang got hold of some intel reporting that a small rebel faction from Drachma may be hiding in Creta. I decided to go check it out."
Winry kept working, quietly thinking to herself. She wasn't thinking about anything new, actually it was something she thought about constantly. Ed knew what was on her mind, it wasn't like he was hiding it very well.
"Ed..."
"I know Winry."
It was the beginning and end of the same conversation the two always had on these little visits. A conversation that Ed had at least once with almost everyone that knew him. After all, it wasn't only Winry who was startled by Ed's change in appearance and behavior. Colonel Hawkeye had tried to have a heart to heart with him a short while after he cut his hair, but to no avail. Havok had tried to talk to him as well, but he didn't get much farther that Hawkeye did. 'I know.' were the only words Edward would mutter to end those conversations before they began.
"There all done." The mechanic informed her client.
"Thanks Winry." Ed twisted and turned the newly repaired limb, testing it.
Winry set her tools away and watched the metal glint in the light as it bent and stretched. "Well..." she said as she walked over to the chair her client had placed his jacket upon, "...what are you gonna do now. Stay in Cenral for a while?". Picking up said item, she hung it out in between her arms to access it. "I never thought you'd actually wear one of these."
"Uh...yeah..." A shade of scarlet painted the blonde's face. "H-hey Winry, I gotta go so could you give me my coat." He was beginning to panic, and Winry soon found out why.
"Ed...this isn't your badge...?" Squinting at the small golden trinket, she read the name. Then read it again. "Soul alchemist...?" She pronounced.
Ed set his jaw and looked away, embarrassed by her discovery. He couldn't recall when he had began to wear the badge, but he knew it had been a long time. And up until just now, no one had noticed.
"Ed...why are you wearing Alphonse's badge...?" Her tone filled with a mixture of shock, anger, and disbelief. It was one thing to look like your dead brother, but quite another to fake people into thinking you were you dead brother.
The accused said nothing, he only stared into oblivion, a small frown on his lips.
Winry carried on, "...That's enough Ed, your not fooling anyone! Why are you going around Amestries looking like Al!? What are you trying to prove?! Ed, Alphonse is DEAD!"
"NO HE ISN'T!"
"Don't be stupid! You've read the reports! All they found was his bloody, bullet ridden, uniform and..." She froze when she spotted the scowl on her friend's face.
"...an arm..." He finished.
They sat in their own silence, the image of the gruesome sight flashing in their minds. It was a horrible thing for them to remember, but it was true. All that was found of Alphonse Elric was the jacket of his uniform, torn to shreds and bloody. Along with a badly mangled severed arm. The arm could have belonged to anyone, but it was hard to believe that theory when the arm was still wearing the jacket. It was a left arm to be exact.
"Why...why are you doing this?" The mechanic questioned sadly.
As much as Ed wanted to deny it, he could no longer. "...I...I have these dreams Winry. Of Al...and he's okay. And for some reason...I get this feeling when I wake up like...like it was more of a memory than a dream." It was hard to admit it, but even harder to deny it.
A frown spread across his friends lips as sadness engulfed her, "...we all miss him Ed, but you have to let go. Look what's happening to you. I mean, I have dreams of Al too, but that's all they are. Dreams."
He glared at her, "I knew you wouldn't understand." Angrily, he snatched his jacket away and made for the front door.
"...So what now Ed!" she yelled into his back, "You're just gonna keep wandering around in hopes that someone recognizes you as Al?! I'm not dumb Ed, and neither is everyone else! We all know what your doing, and you have to stop!"
Fiercly spinning around to face her he yelled back, "If that's what I have to do to find him then I'll do it till the day I die!"
"THEN YOU'LL DIE IN THAT DAMN UNIFORM!"
They bathed in silence once again, eye's burning into each others souls. It hurt Winry to see Ed like this, his eyes always sad. She couldn't understand why he had taken Alphonse's death so badly. Sure it was hard, hard for everyone, but what it had done to Ed was unbelievable. He had sworn never to wear the uniform, even after Alphonse joined the military and wore his. Not soon after Al's death, Ed was spotted in the blue symbol of the army. That's when Winry began to worry.
Rummaging through his pockets, Ed pulled out a random number of cenz, counting them then setting the required amount on the counter. "Then I guess you'll have to bury me in this damn uniform."
Winry watched her old friend walk out of her shop and proceed in the direction of military headquarters. She felt bad for what she said, but she wasn't lying. Ed would spend the rest of his days searching for his lost little brother, and it would never bring him back. "Where's the equivalent exchange in that."
*
"Hey kid, long time no see." Smoke curling from Havok's mouth as he spoke.
Havok and Breda were the only people in the small room as Ed stepped in. Breda was doing some paper work at his desk and didn't notice 'Kid' come in. Havok was...well he wasn't doing anything at all really. Just leaning back in his chair.
"Don't call me kid." Said 'Kid' closed the door and went straight for his commanding officer's office. 'Colonel Riza Hawkeye' was now printed on the small plaque, where Mustang's had once been. After three years Riza was still a Colonel, and Mustang still Brigadier General. That wasn't a surprise though, not many officers were promoted anymore, not since the old establishment took power over Amestries. To be honest, no one really wanted to be promoted, there were no wars anymore. Only border skirmishes kept the military active, and there weren't many of those anymore either.
"Sure thing...kid." Havok smirked, as 'Kid' stepped through the Colonel's door.
Riza sat at her desk, unmoving as Ed walked in and took a seat. Her hair was a bit longer, but still in the same style as it always was. Her eye's were dark too, a sign of the stressful lifestyle she was living.
Both blondes had gone through this procedure before. Ed would walk in quietly, take a seat in front of his Colonel and stay silent until she was finished doing whatever it was she was doing. Then after a moment of silence where she gathered her thoughts, as if on que...
"Hello, Edward." Just as usual.
"Hello Colonel Hawkeye."
"Did you find any clues as to the whereabouts of the Drachma rebels in Creta?"
"No. From the looks of it they hadn't been there for a long time. Looks like that intel the General got was bad."
"Yes, it would seem so. I'll expect a full report by tomorrow."
"Yes sir."
And just as always Ed would sit in the chair, ignoring his que to leave. As always Riza would ignore him for as long as she could, before she felt pity on him and gave him what he wanted.
"Okay Edward," She sighed, "the Generals heard that a small group of heavily armed men were spotted near the border of Amestries and Drachma." She didn't like doing this, feeding Ed's apatite with information. Just like Winry said, everyone knew what Ed was doing, and no one liked it.
"Thank you Colonel." Ed smiled faintly, barely visible. It was the closest thing to a real smile anyone could get out of him these days.
"Edward, this isn't legitimate intel, just something the General heard by word of mouth." She spoke as her subordinate made to leave. "I'll let you investigate it, but I won't do this again, it isn't authorized by command. Otherwise you'll be doing the paper work."
"Thanks again Colonel." He said as he closed her door behind him.
Havok and Breda were still in their positions, "Oh hey Ed. Hows it going." Breda inquired finally noticing the him.
"Hey Breda, it's going good." Ed offered a weak smirk, but didn't feel anything behind it. He walked toward the door to leave, and just as he passed Havok leaning back, he nudged the chair just enough to send the man falling flat on his back. Cigarette landing next to his face. "I said, don't call me kid."
Havok rose from the ground rubbing his head, a smile on his face. "Sure thing...uh...Ed. It's good to see ya." the soldier spoke to the back of a uniform as the younger blonde walked to the door.
"Nice to see you too." Ed mumbled as he stepped out.
*
'So much green...green everywhere...and it's so dark...why is it so dark...?' Ed looked around, everything was blurry and he was disoriented. '...where am I...?'
He had a strange feeling, as if he had been here before. On further inspection of his surroundings he found he wasn't alone. There were people around him, and they were dressed funny. As his vision cleared he could see tents, and small crates, even an old pick up truck. It was a camp of some sort, and they were setting up their things for the night. Ed looked at the people, recognizing no one. He began to slowly walk into the center of it, where most of the men were.
It was as if none of them could see him, each person he walked past not even sparing a glance in his direction. Farther he went into the camp, what he was looking for unknown to him. Why was he there, what was he doing, and why does it all feel so familiar? Then, a small tent to his side caught his eye. It was like he was drawn to it, attracted to it by some mysterious force. Hesitantly he started for the tent, taking small steps as if walking into the unknown. Closer and closer he came, each step bringing him nearer to his goal, and just as he was only feet away, the tent burst open and a boy stepped out.
Unlike the others, this one looked straight into his eyes. Edward froze, the sight too much for him to bear, too much for him to believe. His eyes grew wide, his breath quickened, his heart pounded. '...it can't be...'
"ALPHONSE!" Edward gasped, as he jolted upright in his bed. His breath came hard and fast, and he was covered in a cold sweat. It was dark out and the moon shone brightly through his window. It wasn't the first time Ed had a dream like this.
After catching his breath he laid back down and looked at the night sky, the dream still haunting his thoughts. "Why does it feel so real?"
***
There you have it! I tried a new style of writing, did anyone notice? I hope you all liked it I'm really excited about this one, I already have the whole thing planned out in my head!
Title: The Soul Alchemist
Author: Frankie_the_cat
Pairing: Elricest
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Edward's hair!
Summary: "THEN YOU'LL DIE IN THAT DAMN UNIFORM!"
The door slowly squeaked open, as the short blonde state Alchemist walked into the office. The office of one "Flame Alchemist", is what the plaque on the wall next to the door said. The young boy of only 18 years of age gingerly walked further into the room, half heartily saluting the Brigadier General. He plopped down on one of the soft leather seats that faced the stern faced man's desk.
"So what's this all about Mustang?" The blonde asked coldly, "Why'd you ask to see me?"
The professional looking blonde haired woman standing in the corner of the room made her presence known, by softly placing her hand onto The boy's shoulder. "Hawkeye" is what her badge read, and by the number of stars on her shoulder it was easy to see she was ranked a Colonel. The younger blonde stiffened, confused, he never saw her face look so soft.
"Mustang, what's this all about?"
The older man sat in his chair, his stature poised and intimidating. Yet his face...
"Edward, I need you to stay calm." His voice was smooth and neutral, as always.
"Cut the crap and tell me what this is about?" Panic beginning to resinate in his tone.
"A small group of soldiers were patrolling the Drachma border on Mt. Briggs when..."
"What does this have to do with me?" The shorter Alchemist cut in, anxious.
"...When" The General went on, unphased "a small rebel group from Drachma attacked them. They were trying to steal some supplies from the camp our soldiers had set up and..."
"Get to the point Mustang!"
"...among the group of soldiers stationed there, there was a few Colonels and Lt. Colonels. There was also a state Alchemist amongst them. He..."
"A state alchemist...?"
"...he was sent there to help our troops push back another, separate, rebel force located nearby. When the two rebel groups combined, they amassed a force strong enough to completely wipe out all the soldiers stationed there. Including the state Alchemist."
"...Mustang...don't tell me...please don't tell me..."
"Edward, it was the Soul Alchemist...Alphonse...is dead."
Chapter 1. Three Years Later
"Happy birthday Alphonse." Edward whispered, blowing out the candles on the small cake that lay before him.
The apartment was small and cramped, it was military issued so Ed didn't really expect much anyway. The view from the tiny living room was nice, all of Central was visible. Ed never really noticed though, he was never there often. He would only enter the city on certain days of the year, like when he had to give his annual assessment. Or other, more personal occasions. Such as his beloved brother's birthday.
Every year, on this day, Ed would come home. To the apartment he and his brother once shared, which seemed like an eternity ago. The only reason he would end his search for the few days he stayed there, was because it was the only way he could feel close to his brother. And on a day as important as Al's birthday, it was all the more necessary.
"Happy twentieth birthday...dear brother..."
The short haired blonde cut the cake mechanically, absently placing a slice onto his plate. It was Al's favorite, chocolate with strawberry filling and fudge icing. Ed never liked it, it was too sweet for his taste. He quietly ate the cruel reminder of his brother's absence, staring into space as he did so.
One slice was all he ate, it was all he ever ate. Finishing his slice he picked up the cake from the table and threw it into the trash. Then he would wash his plate and silverware, and go to bed. That was his favorite part, going to bed. It was the bed they once shared. The bed they once held each other on cold nights in. The bed they once woke early in the morning together in. The bed in which they once...kissed.
Yes, Edward loved going to sleep in this bed. But it wasn't because it was comfortable, nor was it because it was large and spacious. No, it was because for the one moment in which Ed was between the world of the real and the world of dreams, he swore...that Alphonse was laying there next to him, safe and alive.
*
Edward only ever came to Central for special occasions, but he didn't mind staying for a few days. And where else was he going to get his automail repaired?
'Rockbell Automail' The sign above the door read. Edward hesitantly stepped in looking around finding no one in the lobby. "Hello? Winry? It's me E..."
"Edward!" The shrill voice came, accompanied by a large wrench.
"Agh!" Ed shrieked painfully, falling to the floor and rubbing his head. "Damn it Winry...well I guess I deserved that."
"You sure did! Yeesh Ed, I come to Central, where you live by the way, and you still don't visit but every few months! And wait, let me guess. You need your automail tuned up."
"...Yeah..."
"..."
Ever since the death of Alphonse Winry had watched her best friend wither and decay. He was never happy, but never really sad. And his trademark Elric temper was non-existent, only a shadow of his old self remained. His physical appearance had changed dramatically as well. He now wore the standard military uniform, all blue and silver lining. His hair was cut too, short like Alphonse's hair used to be. In fact, Edward could pass as a clone of Alphonse now, only the eyes were different.
"Come on, get up. Let's get you checked out. And I expect extra for this, your supposed to make an appointment remember!"
"Okay."
The slender military man followed his old friend into the back room, as he casually removed his jacket. The automail wasn't that bad, only a few nicks and scratches. The gears and wires were a little worn, but nothing serious.
"So where have you been lately?" Winry asked, as she began to replace the necessary pieces of one of her oldest works of art.
"Oh, you know...all over." The shorter blonde replied from his position on the 'Repair' chair.
"All over eh? And where is 'All over'?"
"Well...mostly near the border between Creta and Amestries."
"Really? What for?"
"General Mustang got hold of some intel reporting that a small rebel faction from Drachma may be hiding in Creta. I decided to go check it out."
Winry kept working, quietly thinking to herself. She wasn't thinking about anything new, actually it was something she thought about constantly. Ed knew what was on her mind, it wasn't like he was hiding it very well.
"Ed..."
"I know Winry."
It was the beginning and end of the same conversation the two always had on these little visits. A conversation that Ed had at least once with almost everyone that knew him. After all, it wasn't only Winry who was startled by Ed's change in appearance and behavior. Colonel Hawkeye had tried to have a heart to heart with him a short while after he cut his hair, but to no avail. Havok had tried to talk to him as well, but he didn't get much farther that Hawkeye did. 'I know.' were the only words Edward would mutter to end those conversations before they began.
"There all done." The mechanic informed her client.
"Thanks Winry." Ed twisted and turned the newly repaired limb, testing it.
Winry set her tools away and watched the metal glint in the light as it bent and stretched. "Well..." she said as she walked over to the chair her client had placed his jacket upon, "...what are you gonna do now. Stay in Cenral for a while?". Picking up said item, she hung it out in between her arms to access it. "I never thought you'd actually wear one of these."
"Uh...yeah..." A shade of scarlet painted the blonde's face. "H-hey Winry, I gotta go so could you give me my coat." He was beginning to panic, and Winry soon found out why.
"Ed...this isn't your badge...?" Squinting at the small golden trinket, she read the name. Then read it again. "Soul alchemist...?" She pronounced.
Ed set his jaw and looked away, embarrassed by her discovery. He couldn't recall when he had began to wear the badge, but he knew it had been a long time. And up until just now, no one had noticed.
"Ed...why are you wearing Alphonse's badge...?" Her tone filled with a mixture of shock, anger, and disbelief. It was one thing to look like your dead brother, but quite another to fake people into thinking you were you dead brother.
The accused said nothing, he only stared into oblivion, a small frown on his lips.
Winry carried on, "...That's enough Ed, your not fooling anyone! Why are you going around Amestries looking like Al!? What are you trying to prove?! Ed, Alphonse is DEAD!"
"NO HE ISN'T!"
"Don't be stupid! You've read the reports! All they found was his bloody, bullet ridden, uniform and..." She froze when she spotted the scowl on her friend's face.
"...an arm..." He finished.
They sat in their own silence, the image of the gruesome sight flashing in their minds. It was a horrible thing for them to remember, but it was true. All that was found of Alphonse Elric was the jacket of his uniform, torn to shreds and bloody. Along with a badly mangled severed arm. The arm could have belonged to anyone, but it was hard to believe that theory when the arm was still wearing the jacket. It was a left arm to be exact.
"Why...why are you doing this?" The mechanic questioned sadly.
As much as Ed wanted to deny it, he could no longer. "...I...I have these dreams Winry. Of Al...and he's okay. And for some reason...I get this feeling when I wake up like...like it was more of a memory than a dream." It was hard to admit it, but even harder to deny it.
A frown spread across his friends lips as sadness engulfed her, "...we all miss him Ed, but you have to let go. Look what's happening to you. I mean, I have dreams of Al too, but that's all they are. Dreams."
He glared at her, "I knew you wouldn't understand." Angrily, he snatched his jacket away and made for the front door.
"...So what now Ed!" she yelled into his back, "You're just gonna keep wandering around in hopes that someone recognizes you as Al?! I'm not dumb Ed, and neither is everyone else! We all know what your doing, and you have to stop!"
Fiercly spinning around to face her he yelled back, "If that's what I have to do to find him then I'll do it till the day I die!"
"THEN YOU'LL DIE IN THAT DAMN UNIFORM!"
They bathed in silence once again, eye's burning into each others souls. It hurt Winry to see Ed like this, his eyes always sad. She couldn't understand why he had taken Alphonse's death so badly. Sure it was hard, hard for everyone, but what it had done to Ed was unbelievable. He had sworn never to wear the uniform, even after Alphonse joined the military and wore his. Not soon after Al's death, Ed was spotted in the blue symbol of the army. That's when Winry began to worry.
Rummaging through his pockets, Ed pulled out a random number of cenz, counting them then setting the required amount on the counter. "Then I guess you'll have to bury me in this damn uniform."
Winry watched her old friend walk out of her shop and proceed in the direction of military headquarters. She felt bad for what she said, but she wasn't lying. Ed would spend the rest of his days searching for his lost little brother, and it would never bring him back. "Where's the equivalent exchange in that."
*
"Hey kid, long time no see." Smoke curling from Havok's mouth as he spoke.
Havok and Breda were the only people in the small room as Ed stepped in. Breda was doing some paper work at his desk and didn't notice 'Kid' come in. Havok was...well he wasn't doing anything at all really. Just leaning back in his chair.
"Don't call me kid." Said 'Kid' closed the door and went straight for his commanding officer's office. 'Colonel Riza Hawkeye' was now printed on the small plaque, where Mustang's had once been. After three years Riza was still a Colonel, and Mustang still Brigadier General. That wasn't a surprise though, not many officers were promoted anymore, not since the old establishment took power over Amestries. To be honest, no one really wanted to be promoted, there were no wars anymore. Only border skirmishes kept the military active, and there weren't many of those anymore either.
"Sure thing...kid." Havok smirked, as 'Kid' stepped through the Colonel's door.
Riza sat at her desk, unmoving as Ed walked in and took a seat. Her hair was a bit longer, but still in the same style as it always was. Her eye's were dark too, a sign of the stressful lifestyle she was living.
Both blondes had gone through this procedure before. Ed would walk in quietly, take a seat in front of his Colonel and stay silent until she was finished doing whatever it was she was doing. Then after a moment of silence where she gathered her thoughts, as if on que...
"Hello, Edward." Just as usual.
"Hello Colonel Hawkeye."
"Did you find any clues as to the whereabouts of the Drachma rebels in Creta?"
"No. From the looks of it they hadn't been there for a long time. Looks like that intel the General got was bad."
"Yes, it would seem so. I'll expect a full report by tomorrow."
"Yes sir."
And just as always Ed would sit in the chair, ignoring his que to leave. As always Riza would ignore him for as long as she could, before she felt pity on him and gave him what he wanted.
"Okay Edward," She sighed, "the Generals heard that a small group of heavily armed men were spotted near the border of Amestries and Drachma." She didn't like doing this, feeding Ed's apatite with information. Just like Winry said, everyone knew what Ed was doing, and no one liked it.
"Thank you Colonel." Ed smiled faintly, barely visible. It was the closest thing to a real smile anyone could get out of him these days.
"Edward, this isn't legitimate intel, just something the General heard by word of mouth." She spoke as her subordinate made to leave. "I'll let you investigate it, but I won't do this again, it isn't authorized by command. Otherwise you'll be doing the paper work."
"Thanks again Colonel." He said as he closed her door behind him.
Havok and Breda were still in their positions, "Oh hey Ed. Hows it going." Breda inquired finally noticing the him.
"Hey Breda, it's going good." Ed offered a weak smirk, but didn't feel anything behind it. He walked toward the door to leave, and just as he passed Havok leaning back, he nudged the chair just enough to send the man falling flat on his back. Cigarette landing next to his face. "I said, don't call me kid."
Havok rose from the ground rubbing his head, a smile on his face. "Sure thing...uh...Ed. It's good to see ya." the soldier spoke to the back of a uniform as the younger blonde walked to the door.
"Nice to see you too." Ed mumbled as he stepped out.
*
'So much green...green everywhere...and it's so dark...why is it so dark...?' Ed looked around, everything was blurry and he was disoriented. '...where am I...?'
He had a strange feeling, as if he had been here before. On further inspection of his surroundings he found he wasn't alone. There were people around him, and they were dressed funny. As his vision cleared he could see tents, and small crates, even an old pick up truck. It was a camp of some sort, and they were setting up their things for the night. Ed looked at the people, recognizing no one. He began to slowly walk into the center of it, where most of the men were.
It was as if none of them could see him, each person he walked past not even sparing a glance in his direction. Farther he went into the camp, what he was looking for unknown to him. Why was he there, what was he doing, and why does it all feel so familiar? Then, a small tent to his side caught his eye. It was like he was drawn to it, attracted to it by some mysterious force. Hesitantly he started for the tent, taking small steps as if walking into the unknown. Closer and closer he came, each step bringing him nearer to his goal, and just as he was only feet away, the tent burst open and a boy stepped out.
Unlike the others, this one looked straight into his eyes. Edward froze, the sight too much for him to bear, too much for him to believe. His eyes grew wide, his breath quickened, his heart pounded. '...it can't be...'
"ALPHONSE!" Edward gasped, as he jolted upright in his bed. His breath came hard and fast, and he was covered in a cold sweat. It was dark out and the moon shone brightly through his window. It wasn't the first time Ed had a dream like this.
After catching his breath he laid back down and looked at the night sky, the dream still haunting his thoughts. "Why does it feel so real?"
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There you have it! I tried a new style of writing, did anyone notice? I hope you all liked it I'm really excited about this one, I already have the whole thing planned out in my head!