Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Bluebird's Fantasy ❯ Reunion...sort of ( Chapter 3 )

“What the hell were you doing there Major…Major!” asked Mustang sternly. Sasuke ignored him. Until he used his name, he was not going to answer, he decided stubbornly. Mustang should realize it soon, the implications of not using a person's name in the East. That guy was from Central, he wouldn't know of the importance of a person's name. “Major…K-…Major Kusana…Major Kusanagi…?” said the colonel after a few attempts. Sasuke looked up.

“Ah, I got it right! Well then, do you have an explanation Major?”

Sasuke pretended to seriously think about it and then said:

“No.”

“What…?”

“NO, I do not have an explanation for why I was there, sir.”

“Ah… so…Did you kill that man?”

“Wha-?”

“Did you or did you not kill that man?”

Sasuke looked surprised/

“You think I killed that man?”

“You were the only one found there! A magic circle was on the ground! The coroners report he died from alchemy! Reports of gold yellow sparks were heard from dozens of people!”

“Sir…no respect intended,” started Sasuke, Mustang's eyes widened at that.

“But you know nothing of alchemy.”

“Huh?”

“Alchemy requires a written equation within a TRANS-MU-TA-TION circle. For that man to die, a transmutation circle would have to be drawn on him or on whatever killed him.”

“I presume you know something of alchemy?”

“I studied it before, in my childhood. What I told you is a principle component of alchemical practice.”

“So what else is there to alchemy?”

“T-That would take some time to explain sir…I've been told that I could bore rocks to death with my explanations…”

“Don't worry, we've got plenty of time and I've heard boring people give speeches.”

 

Alchemy : The mystical power to alter the natural world; something between magic, art and science. However since it is a science, the laws of nature, physics and the world still apply. You cannot make something out of nothing. To obtain something, something of equal value must be given in return. This applies to every day life as well. In order to get somewhere in life, you must work. You sacrifice time and energy. Sometimes the sacrifice can even be on an emotional level. To kill, it takes a piece of you with it.

 

“Envy…” he glanced up at the use of his name.

“Hmmm…?”

“What is a question?”

Of all the... “You're ASKING one!” he exclaimed lying back down.

“But what is it?” If he wasn't annoyed, he'd be amused by the sight of a sixteen year old girl sitting as if she was only 5, asking such a dumb question.

“A question is what you're asking me right now.”

“What…am I doing…right now?”

“THINK!!” What did go on in that blonde head of hers?

“I…I don't know…Envy…what am I doing?”

“You're bugging the shit outta me!”

“Oh” Silence.

“So what is a question?”

“ARGH!!!”

“Envy…?”

“A question is a thing you ask when you want an answer! Idiot Shirou-chan!”

A slight frown crossed her face but was gone quickly.

“I'm sorry Envy…”

Envy sat up. No point in trying to sleep now. Wrath quickly occupied the space he had been lying down on and put her head in his lap. He stroked her soft pale blonde hair absentmindedly. Strangely he recalled Father's words: `She's Your little sister now.'

 

 

God Damn Mustang, pretending to be all nice and sincere…and then put him on trial. He didn't have time for this. He needed to find out what was wrong with Rena. Sasuke growled and punched the wall in the hallway, which got him a couple of stares. She went missing for two weeks and suddenly pops up with those two freaks…well, one freak and a semi-normal guy except for the fact he didn't die. He had a feeling her research would have to have SOME sort of answer. But how could he possibly get out to the countryside where they had conducted their experiments? He glanced at the window. Actually…there was a way…

 

Envy was silently fuming, as was Lust he bet. He hated these `family dinners' where everyone sat and ate at the same table, politely. Father would reprimand and correct bad table manners. It was supposed to bring all eight of them a little closer. Yeah right, snorted Envy, half of the disputes originated from these stupid dinners. Wrath was being clingy and annoying at this event. She didn't like Father. One time she had showed Envy something odd. It was pyramid of power. Envy was on top followed by Lust and Greed, under them was her and Gluttony, followed by Sloth then paramecium. He had no clue where she had learned that word, or what the hell it meant, or where Father and Pride were for that matter, until he saw the rest. Father came before Pride, but both were below amoebas. Because of Wrath's clinginess, he was now stuck next to Greed on the left and Wrath on his right, and Gluttony, the world's greatest grub snatcher an arm's reach away. Lust was smacking/severing the fat guy's hands and nose to keep him from eating all the food. Presently Envy was patting Wrath's head, who was leaning on his shoulder. She didn't like being near Father. Father was however watching both him and Wrath's actions with interest.

“Hey Envy, pass the salt,” smiled Greed.

“Get it yourself blockhead,” snarled the green-haired teen.

“Now, now,” said Father waving his fork at the two of them, “Siblings must not fight. They must share. Because sharing is caring.”

“All the more reason not to,” muttered Greed, “I don't care…”

“You better, or I'll make you,” smiled Father warningly.

Gluttony was in a dilemma. He couldn't reach the turkey…he wanted to know what it tasted like. He decided to ask his second bestest sister who was closest to it.

“Wrath! Wrath!” he called, “I can't reach that!” said Gluttony who was very upset. Envy raised an eyebrow at the fat round, bald Neanderthal like man. He looked like an adult but he was more like a baby. Well actually, more of an over-grown baby… Wrath reached out and grabbed the turkey with her fork and tossed it over to Gluttony, fork and all. Gluttony caught the whole thing in his mouth.

“Look, the family morons are much better at sharing than you are!” said Father.

“Who're you calling a moron?” growled Wrath in a very uncharacteristic tone of voice. She sounded threatening and dangerous. Her voice had also lost the child-like characteristic it usually had.

“No one called anyone anything. Except for me calling Greed a blockhead,” he said patting her head, “Father didn't call anyone anything Shirou-chan” he repeated again.

“Envy?” said Father expectantly. Envy swore at him internally.

Envy picked up the salt and passed it to Lust who was on the other end of the table by extending his arm.

“Here.”

“I don't want salt”

“Take it. I'm sharing” he growled.

She took it. The last time Envy had that look in his eye, she had ended up with pink hair for a week. Envy gave Greed the sugar bowl.

“I don't want sugar.”

“Well too bad! Suck it up Rocky!”

Greed flicked Envy's head, after hardening his hands; Envy in return, dumped the salad bowl on the bigger man's head. Soon a full scale fistfight had broken out and eventually turned into a food fight. Father just sat there, resignedly, shaking his head the entire time.