Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Neko's Confusion ❯ Fun With Things He Didn't Like Before ( Chapter 2 )

O_O I'm surprised at the fact that I actually got a few reviews! XD This chapter, Ed gets into milk, chocolate, and new automail… Oh, and since I forgot it last time… I don't own FMA. I wish I was Hiromu Arakawa, but I'm not. Sorry.

 

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-Chapter 2-

 

Waking up to the sunlight glaring in his eyes, Ed sat up painfully. Rubbing his head wearily, he blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the now-light living room. He hadn't noticed before, but the house was huge. "I wonder how many people live here," he mumbled. The house was furnished nicely. It had ocean-blue walls and white furniture. The couch the little Elric was sitting on was burgundy leather, and so was the gigantic (or so it seemed to him) armchair. He slid off the couch with a little thump, and limped his way into the kitchen, where his nose alerted him to a good smell. "What's that...?" he wondered, stumping towards the cupboard, where the smell seemed to be coming from. Opening it, he realized it was cool inside, and must have been kept cold with alchemy. True enough, there were circles on the sides of the cupboard, and cold air was continuously emitting from them, keeping the food inside cold. "I wonder what that smell is," said Ed, digging through the cool cupboard until he found what he was looking for: a white bottle, labeled with something he couldn't comprehend, though he could read it. There were four big block letters written there. The M was all he could really understand. He realized the bottle contained a white liquid, and it was sweet smelling and thicker than water.

 

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Upstairs, Roy was just waking up. Rubbing his forehead to rid himself of any leftover tiredness, the colonel swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up to make some breakfast. Coming downstairs, he could hear a small sloshing noise, like someone was drinking something. Shrugging, he made his way down the stairs a little further, and found himself standing in a puddle of milk. "What the...?" Bending down to examine the fluid, he found that a few feet away, Ed had drank a few bottles of his milk, getting it on his face, in his hair, and on his tail. The catboy was currently licking the excess milk off his tail. Roy stared. He knew Ed didn't like milk, and now he wondered what the hell the kid was doing. "Fullmetal?" he wondered.

 

Ed looked up. "Yeah?" he asked, tail falling out of his mouth as he did so and getting drenched again, having fallen into the puddle once more.

 

"What are you doing to my kitchen?"

 

"I was hungry," he replied. "And this smelled good, so I drank it."

 

"I see... Well, it's time to make breakfast."

 

Ed brightened up immediately, having thought the colonel was going to reprimand him for what he did to his kitchen. "Breakfast?" he asked excitedly. "What kind of breakfast?"

 

"Bacon," replied the colonel, "so hurry up and get cleaned up so I'll give you some later. We'll get some at break."

 

Ed nodded and ran off to change his clothes, but then came back looking sheepish. "I have no other clothes," he informed the older man.

 

"Oh, right," said Roy. He went upstairs and opened a drawer, pulling out some child-size clothes and coming back downstairs. "I made these last night."

 

Ed took them from him. "Thank you, Roy-san," he said, bowing, tail curling around his legs as he did so.

 

Roy stood back, stifling a laugh. Edward, once he regained his memories, would NOT be happy about acting like this. Roy didn't mind, though. This was good blackmail.

 

Edward scurried up the stairs as well as his too-big automail would allow, and returned wearing clothes that were about the size he would normally wear. He flicked a tan ear and looked up at Roy, confused. “What now?”

 

“We go to HQ,” replied the dark-haired man, nodding. “Do I have to carry you again?”

 

Edward shook his head. “No,” he answered, walking out the door. “I'll manage.”

 

Roy stared after him, shrugged, and followed the kid out to the car.

 

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When the two alchemists got to HQ, Ed found himself being stared at by everyone, so he hid behind Roy again.

 

Fuery raised his hand questioningly. “Taisa,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “is that Edward?”

 

Roy nodded. “Yes, but we don't know how he got like this. He's forgotten everything. That's all we know.”

 

“Forgotten?” asked Hughes, who was resisting the urge to hug the chimera to death. “What do you mean?”

 

“He has,” replied Hawkeye, sighing. “He can't remember anything but his name. He didn't even know he was an alchemist, let alone one of the state.”

 

“Then,” started Havoc, “we have a problem. A big one. I was expecting he was just in shock, but…”

 

“Yeah. We should look into this right away,” suggested Roy, looking to Hughes, who nodded and left. “Hughes will start investigating.”

 

Ed had gotten bored, and decided to explore the office. It wasn't furnished very abundantly, just a shelf of books, the table he had hidden under last night, a desk with the slight smell of something sweet coming from it, the swivel chair that partnered the desk, and a couple of sofas with a stout table between them. He decided to investigate the smell, deciding it was possibly food. Opening the drawer he knew the stuff was in, he found himself sticking his nose into a pile of chocolate rosettes. He licked it off and hoped no one had noticed. It didn't look like anyone had, though, because the older soldiers all seemed occupied with something. He didn't care what it was. The room had some interesting furniture in it. He climbed up on one of the couches and started absentmindedly pulling up a string with a claw. Looking up, he realized Fuery was staring at him again. Ed's golden eyes widened, and he went to sit under the table again.

 

Fuery opened his mouth slightly and stared after the cat-thing as he hid under the table. “Does he always do that?” asked the master sergeant.

 

“We think so,” replied Hawkeye. “He did that last night, too.”

 

“I think me and the colonel thought it was cause of the whiskey, though,” spoke up Havoc, “I mean, we WERE drunk last night and all…”

 

“Quite what I was thinking, Havoc. But I woke up this morning and found myself standing in milk..”

 

The rest of the soldiers stared at the colonel. “Edward? MILK?” asked Hawkeye incredulously.

 

“Exactly what I thought, Lieutenant,” said Roy. “But it's true. He drank two bottles and spilled a third.”

 

“Then… wait,” said Hughes, who had come back. “Did you get any pictures?”

 

“No,” replied the colonel. “Why would I?”

 

“Blackmail,” said the other man sagely. “Perfectly perfect blackmail material.”

 

Roy stared at him. He had no idea his best friend could be so devious. “Blackmail?” he echoed. “I never thought you to be so… evil, Maes.”

 

“Well, I was suggesting it for you,” replied Hughes sheepishly. “I'm not that mean. Besides, I have to save my film for Elysia,” he added, sweatdropping slightly.

 

Roy rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he replied, “wouldn't want you to miss opportunities, now would we, Hughes?”

 

“Of course not!” retorted Hughes. “My widdle Elysia-chan…”

 

Roy sighed. “Calm yourself, Maes, she'll be blind by age five from that camera flash if you're not careful.”

 

Meanwhile, Ed had gotten bored again. His stomach growled, so he got up and stumped his way over to Roy. “I'm hungry,” he announced. “Can we go get bacon now?”

 

Hughes nearly started giggling, but held it back. Roy would probably char-broil him if he found out Hughes was laughing at him.

 

Roy nodded, scowled at Hughes, who was not keeping his laughter in well, and led Edward out the door. “We have to call your mechanic, as well,” he said, “so I'll phone her while you're eating.”

 

Ed nodded, and sat down at a table in the cafeteria to await his bacon.

 

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Roy came back from the phones, set the bacon on its tray down, and sat. “She'll be here this evening,” he told the happily munching chimera.

 

“She?” asked Ed through his bacon. “She who?”

 

“She, Winry Rockbell,” replied Roy, stealing a piece of Ed's bacon. “She'll arrive around seven, and then we'll fix your arm.” Normally, of course, Roy would probably have made Ed call himself. Under the circumstances, however, he wasn't sure Ed even knew how to use a phone anymore, let alone the Rockbell's phone number.

 

“Okay,” said Ed, scowling at Roy as he stole his bacon. “Hey…!”

 

Naturally, his disgust had made his ears flatten back, and Roy was suddenly intrigued to tweak one just to see how it worked. However, he quickly pulled up another mental barrier. He didn't want to start freaking out about cute things in front of Ed. That was part of his messed-up, womanizing personality, but he didn't feel like letting that part out at the moment.

 

“Okay,” said Ed again, snapping Roy out of his thoughts. “What do we do until then?”

 

“Well, I have to sign paperwork,” said Roy, a strange look of satisfaction crossing his face. If anyone had been eavesdropping, they would have been very confused. Everyone knew Roy Mustang didn't like paperwork. “Unless….. it doesn't exist…” His look of satisfaction had turned into a full-blown Roy smirk. He had found another use for Fullmetal's new claws.

 

“Something to rip?” asked Ed, unsheathing the things experimentally.

 

“Yes,” replied Roy. He knew Hawkeye wouldn't be happy about this, but under the circumstances… Fullmetal was like his new paper shredder or something.

 

“Okay!” said the catboy excitedly. “It'll be fun!”

 

Roy couldn't keep the smirk off his face. A new way to procrastinate… and a more lasting one, too. He loved it. And he could always blame the ripped up papers on Fullmetal, because, of course, that was a valid reason. He'd just not mention he put the catboy up to it. And, of course, the First Lieutenant WOULD be mad at him. He just hoped she wouldn't pull her gun out on him. It wasn't his fault Fullmetal liked ripping things. He'd just explain the chimera had gotten into his office and stolen his paperwork before he could finish signing it. She probably wouldn't believe him, though. The pair returned to Roy's office, sat down at the two sofas, and began ripping up the paper. Well, Ed did. Roy just sat there, sniggering uncharacteristically in glee. Finally, there was no paperwork left, so Roy incinerated the pile of scraps and left the ash in the ashtray no one used on the table. Ed looked unsatisfied, so he started pulling up the string on the couch again.

 

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Finally, a soldier announced Winry's arrival. She stepped into Roy's office, led there by the same soldier. “Oh my god!” marked her entrance. “What happened to your arm? And your leg? They're huge!”

 

“We've already realized that,” replied Roy from his swivel chair. “Take a closer look at HIM, Miss Rockbell.”

 

Winry stared at Ed for a second, then yelled “OH MY GOD!” again, before running out of the room. Roy sighed, and motioned to Hawkeye, who left as well to retrieve the shocked blond. Winry came back in, slightly hyperventilating. “What happened to him?” she asked accusingly, pulling out her wrench and glaring at the thirty-year-old across the room.

 

Roy put his hands up slightly, not liking the look of that wrench. “He was transmuted,” he replied cautiously. “We don't know anything else. But he doesn't remember anyone.”

 

“Doesn't remember…” breathed Winry. “Not even Al? Does he remember his brother?”

 

“Ask him, not me,” replied Roy. “Well, Fullmetal? Do you remember your brother?”

 

“Brother..?” asked Ed confusedly. “What brother?”

 

Winry's jaw dropped, and she turned to pick up her automail tools. “Fine,” she said shakily, “come on, Ed. We'll fix your arm and leg up.” Roy guessed she would go into shock or something later. She had never seemed the stable type to him, after all.

 

“Should I leave, then?” asked Roy.

 

Winry shook her head. “We'll need you,” she replied. “He'll need to be held down.”

 

“Held down?” asked Roy sharply. “What do you mean, held down?”

 

“It'll hurt that bad,” said Winry ominously.

 

“Oh, God,” moaned Roy, “and I don't even have a God. Now I wish he didn't have claws.”

 

“Claws?” asked Winry. “What claws?”

 

“These claws,” said Roy, getting a hold of Ed's wrist and holding it up so Winry could see the extended nails.

 

“Oh… Well, Ed, lay on the couch for me. On your stomach, kay?” requested Winry, smiling at the boy. He raised an eyebrow, but obliged. “I'm going to work on his arm first,” she explained. “It'll hurt,” she warned Ed, “I have to make you almost a whole new arm. There's pieces to be replaced and the main arm circuits to be cut some. I'm only going to take this one off, so it won't hurt as much as putting the new one on.” She quickly removed the arm, Roy pressing a hand gently onto Ed's back to keep him down. Ed didn't even squeak when she took the arm off. Apparently, he still had the determination not to show how much pain he was in. Winry dropped the now too-big arm on her pile of tools and took out some new parts. “I'll start on the new one, then,” she announced, assembling the pieces with speed. “It'll be done in about an hour.”

 

Ed sat up, gripping his shoulder. “Ow,” he said, totally deadpan. Roy nearly laughed. The short alchemist still had a way with words. Ed shook his loose-haired head, and the colonel could see Ed's hair was full of tangles. Those would need to be brushed out later.

 

“So, Ed,” said Winry, “what do you know about what happened to you?”

 

Ed froze. No one had asked him this before. “Well… not much,” he replied quietly. I remember…. I went to do something… and got attacked. There was a lot of mewing going on, and I could feel furry things crawling all over me. I blacked out, and woke up last night with Roy-san and Hawkeye-san and the smoking man.” He frowned. “That's all I know.”

 

Winry shrugged. “At least you remember that much. Colonel Mustang, do you know where Al is?”

 

Roy nodded. “Fullmetal was scheduled for a briefing with me today, so his brother is probably at his dorm. We should send for him.”

 

“Do you want me to go pick him up?” asked Winry, putting a screw in place.

 

“No, I'll send some men to pick him up.” After saying this, Roy nodded to Havoc, who had come in during Winry's checkup. The blond man nodded and left.

 

 

 

 

And that's that!