Evil no good bastard! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you! Hate yoouuuuuoooooouuuu!!!!! *_* can I kill him? I hate him! *grrr* *takes huge poster with the picture of a deformed demon with a shirt that says 'Felix' on it and burns it* *then takes the ashs and then bury it in the back of Lucifer's stomach!* Go to hell bastard!!!!!!!!!

*sigh* Sorry, I really had to vent. A wonderful two updates by the way... *runs to the corner and grabs Roy x Riza plushy and huggles* yea! They're here!!! d^_^ My fave. FMA pairing! Go RxR... is there going to be any 'implied' Royai-ness by any chance? @_@ That would be so cool!

Great update by the way and I can't to read the rest! Woot woot! Go Ed x Win!

-A fellow reader

C'mon Shardy! Post more! This is getting really good! Do you WANT a riot?

*starts to pout* I know I don't usually do this out of the character disscussion...but I WILL become Winry again and I WILL beat you with a wrench if you done UPDATE!

I demand an update! Either you update of I'll have to do evil things!...
*begins plotting *

*twitch*
i..i h-hhope sh-shardy uuupdates ssssoon cu-cu-cuz im ssspazzingggg oooout!!

Wow... am I the only one who likes Felix? o.O C'mon guys, he's not all that bad. He's cute, sweet, and he just cares about Winry. Have a little mercy.

I'm also thinking this fic dosen't really register an R rating. Better safe than sorry, I guess.

Your writing is fantabulous. One pet peeve: Stop making Al call Ed "Ed" He NEVER calls Edward "Ed". It's 'brother', forever and invariably.


All that aside; I haven't been this captivated by a pregnancy fic since Dark Humor. (That's a compliment, considering the huuuge DH fangirl I am) It's so twisted, and cruel and utterly magnetic. I'm feeling awful for Winry, and I can just picture every sad emotion. Wonderful. Keep it up. (You're a fast author, aren't ya? I churn out a one shot maybe every two weeks... with chapter fics it can be months or years! T.T ::Slacker:

Anyhow... ^^!

..nothing personal Toby-chan...but Felix is a bit of a jerk...one of those lovable jerks..but a jerk none the less...

I'd rather see Winry with Al than him if he can't be with Ed...

*nods a few times, then hides as her friends nag her about her own fanfiction*

..if you will excuse me..I must hide...

arg!! Now I must cause chaos!
*lights Toby-Chan on fire, kicks Kayin in the shin, and throws a dart and Chiyo*

HEY....just lucky you're a crap shot....missed me *rasberry*

Felix? Ok? He makes Winry feel like she had to live up to his expectations, how is that ever OK!

Sorry...I just got a little wound up at having a dart thrown at me.

hey hey! watch with the kicking! I never in the world said I didn't want him dead!

*rubs her shin a few times* heck, I'd realy like to see Ed kill him...or maybe Al step in somehow..

sheeze...

I want Felix dead! Besides I was just creating trouble for fun!

Ok everybody back away from the pointy objects!!
We all need to relax, shardy will post...eventually.

*stares at computer monitor like Gluttony at people to eat*

Mooooorrrreee....... <3

I think the question Ed should ask Winry now should be "Why don't you love me?" Hehehe... she hasn't even figured out that answer yet... perhaps because she does love him? Not that it isn't so obvious....

And... shouldn't Ed be slightly concerned about Al? If he settles down with Winry and stops his research, he consigns Al to living the rest of his life in that unfeeling armor... It would be rather cruel for Winry to bring that up, ne?

I don't think Winry would stop Ed doing his research, she does care for Al very much after all.

DAMMIT, UPDATE!!!

THIS IS TAKING WAY TOO LONG!!!!!!!!! *Clicks gatling gun* Oh god, hurry up! Please! I'm begging you! *sobs* .......... Can someone here review my fanfic "So long"? Thank you........... BEGGING YOU!!! Please, update! *Holds on to Shardy's leg* PLEASE!!!!

Dear Shardy,
I am concerned forum member who is hoping that you will be able to update soon, I am worried about your safety because of the riot starting here.
I am here to see the update as soon as you can.
I will thank you not to run off or this mob may have to lynch you.
I am sorry about the bad news but it may be rather painfull for you if you don't.

A concerned member,
Le' Monkey

le le's a mob leader!

Hmm.....*Looks at shardy's contact info* Do you want me to spam you shardy? Do you? I don't want to do that to the one person who's sanity is less than my own....but I will! j/j
but many of these people arent joking soo I hope you update because I cant hold them all back. *Calls the Destructo-tron 3000 to scare away the mob*

deep breaths you guys. hee hoo hee hoo hee hoo.
i have just noticed that we are really pathetic, is shardy's fanfic like our high?
i refuse to fall victim 2 a drug!!....well at least not again.
haha

Yes, I agree. Please update soon.

Salute,
Lemony

hey anonymous, i love ur roy sig. its so funny.

Shardy hasn't updated in a long time. .............. Damn.
........ *bursts into tears* .................Damn.

Please, take your time, Shardy. I'm sure we all want the story to be carefully written instead of rushed through to appease all the demanding fans.

*Hides in the shadows*

Whew! Sorry for taking so long you all. But like my mommy said, I need to take my time with this. I had rushed through chapter six, and when I went back to read it, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me. Not to mention, I see new reviewers (thank you all!) and it gives them time to catch up with all that's going on and not be overwhelmed with a gazillion chapters.

Plus (and this is a biggie) I had not had my Dr. Pepper and that drink is, quite literally, my muse. Without it, my creative drive goes SPLAT! But, I bought 12 of the 24 oz. bottles so I should be good to go.

BTW, I am happy to see at least ONE person likes Felix. I like Felix. I would love to have a boyfriend like him. He's not trying to make Winry live up to his expectations. She's doing that on her own. Come on, we've all been in relationships where we feel like we're not good enough even though they never indicated so. And he's not being a jerk and accusing Winry of cheating on him, either, in spite of the fact she did. As far as Felix is concerned, he is the father of Winry's baby.

Now, I understand that we all want to see Winry choose Ed, but in reality look at it this way. Felix, the softspoken, ever-trusting devoted boyfriend compared to Edward, possessive, obsessive, Winry-is-mine-whether-you-like-it-or-not-so-back-off-asshole! Comparing those two, and be honest, who makes the better boyfriend?

Anyhoo, now that that's out of the way, here is chapter seven!!

***

Chapter Seven

***

Mustang’s and Riza’s luggage arrived the next day. Concerning the number of boxes, suitcases, and baskets, they were going to be staying for quite a while to say the least. If truth be told, over three quarters of the luggage belonged to Hawkeye.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that heavy,” Riza remarked with a smile as she carried a happily panting Black Hayate in her arms. The males of the household staggered after her; Ed, Al, and Roy practically buried under the mass of belongings. She stood on the porch, observing them with crimson eyes. The temperature apparently liked the area a lot and so decided to stay, making it almost unbearably hot. Which explained why Riza wore a pair of rather short shorts, brown in color, and a white tank top that was a little tight around the upper torso. Though her hair was pinned up in its usual short style, seeing her in casual clothing was different to the Elric brothers and Mustang, to say the least.

“Hey, guys, I made you all lemonade!” Winry announced cheerfully, presenting a tray of glasses filled with ice-cubes and the cool, golden liquid. Mustang and Ed looked up at her with relieved appreciation, dropping the suitcases as they stumbled toward her…or rather the inviting promise of refreshing their parched throats.

“Aren’t you gonna pick that up?” Riza demanded light-heartedly.

“Pick it up yourself,” Roy shot back as he took a glass and began chugging.

Ed took a couple of ice-cubes out of his own glass, and placed them on his sweat-slicked neck, closing his eyes and rolling his head back, mouth slightly open in the pleasure of the glacier chill upon his burning skin.

Winry found herself observing this scene, a blush steadily growing on her face. How many times had she seen that expression on his face when she had touched the right spot or said the right thing? Next thing she knew, topaz eyes were gazing intensely at hers. Quickly she looked away, focusing her attention on the rest of the group. Hayate had now jumped out of Riza’s arms and was trotting across the yard to irritate a snoozing Den.

An invisible smirk played on his lips. Ah, so that’s the way it was going to be. She had only been acting last night for whatever reason he could not understand. She might not love him, he was beginning to believe that, but damn if she did not want him! And before he went back to HQ, he was going to make her see that!

From behind Winry, Aunt Pinako appeared, adding to the happy summer family scene. “Well, lunch is almost--” She stopped short in mid-sentence and started staring hard at Mustang.

Roy lowered his glass from his lips to blink puzzled, dark eyes at her. “What?” he asked, glancing around, wondering for a frightening moment if there was something wrong with his face.

“Maybe she’s shocked that you haven’t run crying back to HQ yet from our primitive lifestyle,” Ed spat sarcastically.

“Don’t start with me, shrimp, I’m too exhausted.”

“Who you calling an infinitesimal oceanic organism!?”

“First of all, I didn’t call you that, I called you a shrimp. And second, what the hell is ‘infinitesits’ or whatever the hell it was you said?”

“I think Brother’s making up words again,” Al remarked, gently placing his load of Riza’s luggage on the ground. “He tends to do that when he gets excited.”

Aunt Pinako ignored them, and it was soon realized she was eyeing Mustang’s attire not the colonel himself. His light blue shirt was slick with sweat, rolled up at the sleeves, and half-way unbuttoned revealing a well-muscled chest. The shirt itself hung loose over a pair of slim, dark jeans. His dark bangs, wet with moisture, batted over a pair of intense, black eyes now consumed with perplexity as to why this woman was glaring at him.

“Who are you?” Pinako barked, and Roy nearly spat out his lemonade.

“Er…Colonel Roy Mustang…” he replied somewhat hesitantly, glancing at the others worriedly.

“You’re that same military whipper-snapper that came in my house last night?”

“I…was invited in…” Roy answered, and though he was pretty sure he and Riza were the only military personnel on the premises last night, better safe than sorry. Even the top-most ranks of the military were not safe from the frequent peeping tom and the occasional pervert.

“I thought so,” Pinako remarked, and, in spite of her tiny size that could rival Ed’s, snatched Mustang by the shirt and began dragging him in the house. “You all can carry on,” she called over her shoulder.

“Um…what about lunch?” Ed spoke up feebly, which was replied by only the sound of a slamming door from within the house.

***

A few minutes later, Winry and Riza stood in the kitchen, fixing a light meal for Ed (seeing as Mustang seemed to have vanished) as well as themselves. Riza had just finished making caramel and it sat boiling on the stove in its pot as she now turned her attention to the apples that went with it. “You’re not a bad cook,” Winry complemented as she chopped lettuce for the salad, having not known Riza very well and liking her anyway. There was something about the older woman’s collected demeanor that she found relaxing, a refreshment from Mr. Intense outside with his brother.

Riza, in the midst of peeling apples, gave Winry a rare, sweet smile, a little surprised that the younger girl didn’t seem too freaked out by her usual stoic silence. “Thanks, but it’s not that great. I just make enough for myself. Better than the poor excuse for nutrition they distribute in the cafeteria. And sometimes I cook for the colonel, too…upon his request.”

Winry’s blue eyes took on a sly glint. “Would you cook for Mustang, anyway, even if he didn’t ask for it?”

Was it just her or did Hawkeye’s cheeks turn a slight pink hue? “Oh no!” Riza answered, voice hardly wavering but waver it did. Then it turned back to its usual lack of expression. “Our relationship is strictly professional. The higher statuses of the military ranks hardly have the time for romantic affairs. Besides, even if our relationship was more than between a colonel and his lower officer, it’s against State protocol. The Colonel would be demoted or…”

She trailed off as if not wanting to think of the other possible punishments in store for a high ranked officer who indulged in romantic relations with a coworker. The more immature side of Winry wanted to point out that there had to be something along those lines going on; why else would Hawkeye suddenly seem frightened of Mustang’s security? However, Winry kept her mouth shut. It could very well be the case of unrequited love, and Mustang had no clue about Riza’s feelings for him. And unlike a certain someone who would show his feelings for his desired significant other regardless of the consequences, Riza was too shy (and too smart) to display her affections.

It was still cute to think about. Winry knew about Hawkeye being Roy Mustang’s number one aide and always by his side.

“But you still like him?” She had to say it, she had to. But she said it in a way that was not judgmental or prying, merely an observation.

Riza blinked at her for a moment, pausing the small knife in its peeling process. Then she smiled, crimson eyes briefly glancing downward. “Well…he is very handsome…”

It was an obvious statement, but the tone Riza used spoke much more than her words did.

“So how are things between you and Edward?” Riza inquired, growing increasingly comfortable with the girl next to her. Probably because Winry was treating her like a friend, not like some stiff-back military officer that could snap at a moment’s notice like everyone else at HQ seemed to treat her. Normally Riza was not into small chit-chat, and especially not gossip, but with the Rockbell girl she was willing to make an exception. It actually felt good, being able to be open with someone for once and hold a conversation with her on a non-professional basis.

Winry sighed. “Not good,” she answered quietly.

“Really? I thought he was happy that you were having his baby. Certainly seemed happy, anyway, when he left.”

She bit her lower lip. “I already have a boyfriend, even when Ed and I--”

Riza’s mouth formed a small “o” of surprise and she nodded. She didn’t judge the child, though; she herself had made a couple of bad decisions in her teenage years. She was just lucky a baby hadn’t resulted from those bad choices. And besides, with someone as irresistible as Edward Elric, the poor girl probably didn‘t stand a chance.

Hawkeye suddenly had the mental image of Edward dressed like a vampire, fangs and all, with a sign “Seducer” flashing over his head.

“So you don’t know who the father is then?” Riza concluded softly.

Winry nodded in confirmation.

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or girl?”

Often Winry had thought about it, lying in bed waiting for sleep to retrieve her. Dr. Hein didn’t have the technology to determine the child’s sex; she would have to go to one of the hospitals in the bigger towns. In fact, in a small village like Resembool, automail engineering was really the only technology they possessed.

“Well, I’ve really hoped it would be a boy,” Winry finally answered.

“Easier to determine the child’s father?” Riza guessed.

She shrugged. “Not just that…I guess I’ve always wanted a little boy. Of course, I want a girl, too, but not as much as I want a boy.” She didn’t say this out loud, but she remembered thinking about having Ed’s child since after the first time he left Resembool. She remembered that if ever the situation came where she was pregnant with Ed’s baby, then she wanted it to be a boy; guys were more partial to boys, right? And that should she have a boy then maybe Ed wouldn’t…wouldn’t leave again…

“I see.” Riza smiled again, not taking her eyes off her apple peeling, but her expression had a dreamy look about it. “I want a little girl, if I ever do become pregnant. She’ll be straight shot like me probably.”

“Dark hair?”

“Yeah…hey!” Winry burst out giggling once Riza caught on to what she meant and Hawkeye’s face went blood red.

“I’m sorry,” Winry gasped in between breaths of laughter. “But it was too good to pass up. You really are smitten with this Mustang guy.”

Riza pointed her knife warningly at her. “Don’t get any ideas, little girl,” she said firmly, but with a wink. “Playing Cupid’s little helper was my favorite hobby, too, when I was your age. Remember, bad things happen when military officers fall in love with each other…and I’m not talking about unexpected pregnancies, either.”

“Aw, but you two are going to be living with us for a while. Who’s gonna know?”

The prospect was tempting. Very tempting. How often had she had daydreams of taboo affairs with her superior officer in the middle of nowhere, where nobody could find them? She quickly shook her head; she had to grow up and stop acting like a lovesick school girl!

“It would never work.” She chuckled as another thought struck her. “To be honest, if we went back to HQ as a couple, I don’t think he’ll be disciplined enough to keep his hands off of me…or visa versa.”

Her smile faded and she took on a grave expression that worried Winry somewhat. “I’ll be honest with you, Miss Rockbell,” Riza said quietly. “Mustang and I are not here for a pleasant visit. We explained the real situation to Mrs. Pinako, but we haven’t told the rest of you everything.”

Winry simply nodded in indication that the older woman had her complete attention.

“You see, the reason why Mustang was so quick in sending Edward home is because there’s this killer…”

“Scar? Yeah, Ed told me about him--” She cut off when she saw Riza shaking her head.

“Not Scar. This guy, whom we suspect is within our own military branch, is after a particular alchemist. For a while, we thought it was Edward he was after. We’ve been meaning to send Edward to Resembool for a while, but we thought that his sudden return home would arouse suspicion. I hate for it to sound like we were using you, but the letter Mrs. Pinako sent explaining your pregnancy with his child gave Mustang the perfect excuse. The State grants paternity leave as well as maternal.”

“I understand,” Winry said. “But why Resembool?”

“Resembool is a small village. It would be easy for Edward to detect anything strange going on, especially in his hometown. In a large city, sure Edward would be around many people, but it would be harder for him to detect danger. Granted, he is out in the open here, but so is his enemy.”

“And you two are here to give him further assistance should something go wrong,” Winry concluded. It certainly made sense. But why not tell Ed that his life was in danger?

“We were going to tell Edward this, too,” Riza continued, as if reading Winry’s mind. “But when the threatening letters and mail bombs continued, we realized it was not Edward this nutcase is after. Then, when Mustang’s soup was poisoned…”

“He’s after Mustang!?” Winry squeaked in attempt to keep her voice from raising above speaking level.

Riza nodded. “Apparently this guy is power-hungry, and is trying to bump Mustang off probably to assume his position as Colonel. Maybe he’s already a Colonel.” She laughed softly in spite of the severity of this situation. “We were lucky the Colonel has a stomach of iron. Otherwise, he might have died from the poison.”

“He certainly looks well for being poisoned.”

“Not enough had spread to his body to give him anything other than a fever and an upset stomach. We had to send him to the hospital to pump the rest out. The next morning, he was just fine as he always is.”

“So haven’t you questioned anybody yet?” Winry inquired.

“We can’t. We don’t have enough evidence to pinpoint a suspect, much less prove that Mustang’s the target. He survived the poisoning, which turned out to be incredibly old meat grounded into his soup. Could happen to anyone with no homicide intentions.”

They both crinkled their noses in distaste at the thought.

“So, anyway, to make a long story short, the reason we’re here is like I said: Resembool is a small village in which anything out of the ordinary can be detected easily.” Riza shifted her weight uncomfortably as she began slicing the peeled apples and placing them in a large serving bowl. “That and…Mustang wants Edward’s protection should anything go wrong.”

Winry’s eyes widened. “Really?” From all the horror stories she had heard about the Flame during the Ishbal war, she figured Mustang was more than capable of taking care of himself.

“If Mustang didn’t have such a strong stomach, he would have died,” Riza explained soberly. “And bad meat is all that would have been blamed. Which goes to show that whomever this guy is, he’s a homicidal genius. Mustang believes that if the Fullmetal Alchemist is consistently with him, then the killer would have to think twice about his moves, making himself take measures that are a bit more obvious than food poisoning.”

“Well, since Resembool is as open as you say,” Winry began, brows furrowed with thought, “couldn’t he just snipe Mustang from a distance?”

“You’re a smart kid, Winry,” Riza commented. “But this guy is smarter. Sniping Mustang would be a direct murder that would be investigated.”

“But what about the letters and mail bombs?”

“Probably sent with intention of throwing us off. Or maybe he’s not working alone. I don’t know…” These last words were whispered, and it showed that Riza was worried to death about Mustang. Winry put the knife down and took Riza’s hands in her own.

“Don’t worry,” she promised. “We’ll make sure Mustang will be safe and sound from this freak. Then you two will be able to back to HQ together.”

Riza raised a brow at the mischievous way Winry said “together”. “Thank you,” she said anyway, as she took her hands out of Winry‘s. “And I hate to do this but I must ask you a small favor. Actually, it’s more for the Colonel than myself.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“Don’t tell Edward about this. I don’t know why, but Mustang is really particular about keeping him in the dark. Must be a pride thing or something.”

“But how is Ed supposed to protect the Colonel if he has no idea?”

Riza shrugged. “Who knows? I don’t quite understand the Colonel’s logic myself. But just please don’t tell Edward, okay? At least, not until it’s absolutely necessary.”

***

“AH-CHOO!”

“You okay, Brother?” Al inquired in concern, sitting on the porch and petting one of the cats as Ed helped himself to a second glass of lemonade.

“Yeah, must be something in the air,” the older Elric replied, sitting back down next to his brother.

“How are things between you and Winry?” Al asked, having noting lately the tension between the two.

“Not good,” Ed admitted softly. “I don’t get what her deal is. One minute she’s all over me, and the next she’s telling me all this crap like I’m not the one for her and I should find love somewhere else, blah blah blah. How am I supposed to find love somewhere else if she’s carrying my kid?”

“Well, it’s not exactly like you’re giving her a choice,” Al remarked.

Ed glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I hate to break it to you, Brother, but diplomacy is not your forte.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?”

“You’re very pushy, Ed. Not to mention obsessive and possessive. You’re treating Winry like she belongs to you no matter what she feels.”

“I do not!”

“Well, around other people, you do,” Al pointed out, taking a firmness that Ed rarely heard from his younger brother. “No doubt Winry has deep feelings for you, too, otherwise she wouldn’t be pregnant with your child. We know Winry better than that; she wouldn’t have done…you know…that with you if she didn’t think she loved you. Maybe the reason she’s not telling you how she feels, is not because of her relationship with Felix, but because you’re acting like they don’t matter to you.”

“So you’re saying that my feelings don’t matter to you as long as you can screw me anytime you pleased?”

A pang shot through Ed as he remembered the conversation between himself and Winry the previous night.

“Maybe…” Al continued, his voice becoming softer and softer. “Maybe you should just let Winry go, Brother. I’m not saying not be there when she has the baby…I mean, just let her go emotionally. Just leave her alone.”

Ed looked hard at the grass occupying the porch steps as if they would magically grow in front of him if he stared at them long enough. “I can’t,” he whispered. “If I do, I’ll lose her.”

“Not if you two are meant to be.”

He shot Al a dark look. “You know I don’t believe in that crap,” he snapped.

Al stood up, turning as if to go inside. The cat gave a glare at the jerky motion and curled back to sleep in the crooked metal arm. “Just because you don’t believe in destiny doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” he pointed out. “I figured that from what all we’ve been through, you would start to see that. But even if there is no such thing as soul mates, I do know that if you keep clinging to Winry like you do, you’ll just end up pushing her away.”

Al departed indoors, leaving Ed by himself with his thoughts. The older Elric craned his head toward the screen door to yell, “Since when did you become such an insightful know-it-all!?”

There was no response.

Then Felix showed up.

Edward was too busy staring at the grass to see him coming until a dark shadow fell over his vision. “Hello,” Felix greeted coolly, not reacting to the furious glare Ed was giving him. “Is Winry in? I promised I would check up on her today.”

He fought the urge to say something nasty in reply, to put that Mortimer bastard in his place. However, there was no provoking demeanor in his voice and Ed saw there was no reason to pick a fight with this guy, unless he wanted to make himself look like an ass. “Yeah, she’s in the kitchen,” he replied dully, looking away.

Felix was a little surprised that the shorty didn’t jump down his throat about it. Maybe Winry was right. Maybe he was just being like an overprotective brother when it came to her. “Thank you,” he replied, walking passed the small alchemist and going inside.

For a minute or two, Ed sat there, fiddling with his empty lemonade glass. Then, curiosity getting the best of him, he walked around the house, wandering to the kitchen window. Peeping in inconspicuously, he saw Winry and Riza talking with Felix. He couldn’t hear them, but the conversation looked rather pleasant. Then they started laughing. Then Riza said something and vanished out of the scene. Soon as she left, Felix took Winry in his arms and kissed her mouth tenderly. She made no protest, instead looked as though she welcomed the kiss.

Forcing back the need to burst through the glass and snatch Winry out of his hands, Ed turned and ran from the house as far as his legs could carry him. Something stung the corners of his eyes, and he could feel a warm wetness trail down one of his cheeks only to be swept away by the wind.

He couldn’t let her go! He couldn’t! He knew that if he did, he would lose her to that bastard, and he knew he couldn’t handle it if he lost her again--

“Oof!” The wind was nearly knocked out of him as he bumped into something solid, and he hit the ground hard.

“Whoa! You okay, little guy?” a familiar voice inquired.

Ed sat up and looked up at Mustang, carrying a can of kerosene. He looked different. For one thing, his light blue shirt lacked its sleeves and his jeans looked like they had been hacked off above the knees with a dull butter knife. “Where are you going in such a hurry?” Roy continued. “I tried to get your attention, but you just barreled right into me.”

“Why didn’t you just move out of the way?” Ed hissed.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Kinda difficult when you’re coming at me at such a speed.”

Ed ignored the comment. “What are you doing?” he demanded instead.

“Your aunt wanted me to come with her into the market to get some kerosene,” Mustang explained. “She’ll be back in a minute. Told me to head on to the house without her. If we’re going to indulge in conversation, can we do so while walking? This is kinda heavy.”

Ed stood up and began walking in the direction he came, this time with Mustang beside him. “Can I ask you something, Edward?” the Colonel inquired.

“Whatever.”

“Have you been crying?”

Eyes widening, Ed stared up at him. “What?”

“Well, have you? Because right before you crashed into me, I could‘ve sworn I saw a tear run down your face.”

“Of course not! It’s…allergies!”

“Funny. You’ve never had an allergy attack during the summer before.”

“They just started!” Wow, his excuse sounded stupid even to himself.

“So, it’s not about Winry?”

Ed blanched. “What!? How did you--!?”

“It’s not that difficult to see extreme tension between you two,” Mustang explained, almost in the exact same words Al had used. “Not to mention, Hawkeye’s told me that Miss Rockbell is all you really talk about.”

“Well, for your information, things are just peachy between me and Winry!” Ed spat.

Mustang shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him either way. “Whatever you say, Edward,” he replied and that was the end of the conversation.

Ooo another chapter!... but Fight Club is on....*eyes begin to dart back and forth* Ahhh I cant decide what to do.....Fight Club.....no New Chapter! *begins to read* ahhh very good a chapter to settle down the angry mob! Mustang needing Eds help....thats a real shift I want Felix to be a evil character! Soo I can kill him! *sets fire to felix's pant leg*

*shudder*

Flame Alchemsist with large can of kerosine.....

*curls into a small ball and begins to cry as her small world breaks apart*

But *sniff* Ed cares *sniff* about her *sniff*. He, he, he just *sniff* looks out for her.

I'm sorry, but I have to agree with Chiyo...besides...a guy acting that mild and what not...just freaks me out...

*eyes Felix and pulls out a large mallet* If he gets too close to me..I'll squish him and put an end to his involvement with Winry, do you understand?

He's like..those fuzzy things that turn into Gremlins..and I am NOT gonna be fooled..do you hear me?!?!!

ED! MUSTANG!!!! NEED HELP!!!

I'm really just suprised that Ed hasn't tried cutting Felix into little pieces yet, but maybe that will come later.



LoL...but there is the one good gremlin....Whats his name again?

That was awesome.But the wait took forever.

Shardy's fic: my anti-drug

Actually, Shardy's fic is a drug therefore, not my anti-drug.

Dammit. Need more!!!!!!1

Gizmo

Felix must die

Woops, sorry, nervous twitch.

Actually I agree with Kayin about a too mild guy. I knew someone almost exactly like Felix.. and yes.. he was quite freaky.


Shouldn't it be past instead of passed?


^ That is my favorite line.

Well... Ed IS a playboy...sorta... XD

that chapter was so good. i hope that felix is the killer dude. flame and fullmetal kickin his ass.heehee
*felix being burned by roy and chopped up by ed*

I hope Shardy updates sooner than last time......

Randomly @ Ailuro: No, actually... past refers to time... when walking beyond someone, the word is "passed". ::beats self:: No more grammar lessons....


Btw, I have been reading this fiction for a couple days now, just got caught up... very nice, Shardy. Well-written... perhaps a little... unusual, somewhat out of character at times... but very nice. ::bows:: your understanding and usage of the english language is quite refreshing in comparison to most fiction. ♥

As a shocking as this is going to sound, I'm not very familiar with the characters...I've only seen eight or nine episodes *gasp!*...not in order, either. So, if it is a little OOC, sorry...^^;; It's just that I'm not sure how they would react in this particular situation.

Thank you all for the reviews though! ^-^


Oh...

um...no update at the moment....sorry........*runs*

Oh right. *slaps self*
"Pass" is the present form so the past form would be "passed". Sorry, temporary moment of idiocy.

EDIT: But it's not being used as a verb.. wow.. I'm so braindead.

Poor Edward ! He's fighting spirit has been broken in! Nooo! *cries* ... That vampire part was funny though , nice comical relief shardy. Can't wait till the next chapter .

Awww, Thats sooo good so far.

Keep going!

keep going keep going!!!!!!!!!!!!i can't wait for the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You better hurry up... um.....nnnnn.......

<.< >.>

...

*waits patiently knowing it takes at least a month for comics and the like to be published... and they have had worse cliffhangers...*

Please????

I hope that Shardy is not having writers block or if she is getting bored with it. I have this thing where after writing a little I get bored with it and stop writing. It's horrible it's like I want to write but my brain is telling me 'THIS IS BORING!!'.It's stinky.

Shardy, If I could send you Dr. Pepper via e-mil I would! What a really great update! Wee! Roy x Riza 'moments'. great job! By the way thank you so much for coming and reading my story by the way! d^^

Salute,
Lemony

Poor Shardy's being pressured... Although... The story's getting too good to wait...

@Lemon: I love that roy joke in your sig, it's awesome.

Okay, where's the next chapter?! *hops around like a crack fiend*

............ *twiddles thumbs* ........*watches big brother hop around* .......
This better not take long......