Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of A Neko; The Heart of an Inu ❯ Book Six ( Chapter 6 )

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The bartender looked up from cleaning a glass to glance around the room. For a small bar on the edge of Amestris next to Ishbal, he sure got some famous people. A man with black hair and another man (As he assumed) wearing a large coat were off in one corner, chatting away. The black haired man was a State Alchemist. The man chuckled to himself, remembering the wanted posters that had been popping up.
Leon smirked, twirling the ice in his glass around. "Tucker, why do you think I'm here?"
A meek, low voice was heard from Tucker. "If I'm not mistaken, the military is after you. They believe me to be dead," Leon nodded, plucking a piece of ice from his glass and putting it in his mouth, thinking for a minute. "Honkytonk; Why are they after you?"
Leon chuckled, turning his attention back to his glass. "I made a foolish, such a foolish, mistake," His eyes shinned with unshed tears. "I fear for myself and my brother. I made Fullmetal a paene fehonis," Tucker's eyes widened as he gasped. A single tear fell from Leon's eyes, landing in his glass. "My dear brother; the fuhrer won't take to long to catch onto Fullmetal's absence. If he links two and two..." He trailed of; not needing to finish his sentance, for it spoke for itself.
Leon's body shook with silent tears as Tucker spoke. "I am dead to them. You are not. Show yourself. Save your brother," Leon chuckled at these words. Looking up, the streaks of tears clear on his face, he spoke.
"What a thing coming from you, The Sewing Life Alchemist," His smile was grim as he continued. "He who turned his wife and his daughter into chimeras. Such a noble thing to say," He chuckled, wiping the tears from his face as he stood up. "But I cannot. I cannot reverse what has happened to Fullmetal. But I know who can. Oh how I know . . ."
Ed looked up at the fridge, disbelief across his face. Roy actually went to work, in the snow? Ed would have assumed that they would have been snowed into the house by that point. Looking outside proved that. The snow was at least two feet high, if not three. He chuckled at the fact as he opened the fridge, grabbing a carton of orange juice. Closing the fridge, Ed set the juice on the counter a grabbed a piece of bread for the loaf nearby.
As he was sitting down, Ed heard a loud yelp. Assuming that meant the dog was up, he ate the bread.
Upstairs though, Roy Mustang had NOT gone to work, and was now staring at his black and white image in the mirror. He was a dog. A small, black dog with floppy ears and fluffy tail. He tried to speak, knowing that as an animal Edward could, but all he heard were yelps and barks.
A large wolf howled in laughter behind him. Roy turned around, noticing just how much larger Eric was than him. Eric, as a wolf, had a silver coat of fur, marred only by random splotches of white and black and seemed to be smirking.
"Heh, seems like ya found out certain side-effects, ne Mustang-taisa?" Eric said, grinning in an all too feral manor. Roy glared at the wolf.
"Country, shut up," he growled, knowing that Eric would be able to understand him. Eric laughed, rolling over so that his belly was face up. Roy sighed, trotting out of the room, Eric following close behind him.
Ed looked up from the dry cereal he was eating when he noticed the small dog and a wolf enter the room. The two were growling at each other and Ed couldn't understand them. The wolf yipped something that sounded like a taunt, getting a low growl in response.
Ed watched in amusement as the two argued, seemingly oblivious to his presence. It was only when the wolf attacked the dog that Ed separated the two. The wolf growled at him, before sitting on its hind legs, watching Ed's movements.
It was when Ed looked it the dog’s eyes that he noticed something. They were sharp, dark, and held a wisdom no dog should know.
The wolf's lips twitched before it brought them back in a grin, showing many pointed teeth. Ed looked over at it. The wolf then motioned to the note on the fridge before motioning at the dog.
Not getting it at first, Ed grabbed the note assumingly left by Roy from the fridge, turning to look at the dog, who was giving him a glance that felt like it was calling him a pipsqueak. Soon enough, Ed put two and two together. "Mustang?" The wolf nodded and howled in joy at Ed's realization.
Roy let out a breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding when Edward guessed at his name. Eric howled in delight. “Crack out the beers! The pup’s got it!” Mustang stole a glare at Eric, before turning to face Edward, nodding. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, Edward broke down laughing. “Heheh . . . Mustang . . . DOG of . . . the military . . .” Mustang growled, attacking Edward, landing square in the teens chest, knocking the wind out of the now startled Edward.
Forcing his wet nose on the teens face, Roy growled.
“How foolish two-legs can be,” Eric commented while watching Edward and Roy fight. Edward raised an eyebrow and Roy growled at Eric.
“What does that make you?” Roy commented on the comment, getting a grin form Eric.
“A SMART two-legs,” Eric commented casually. Roy’s eye twitched but he paid no attention to the wolf. He was thinking of a way to get Edward to understand him.
Eric watched in amusement as Roy tried to get Edward to understand him, before padding of to get a piece of paper and a pen.
Flamma looked up from her papers as everyone but Mizu left the room to get some lunch. “Kitten, why didn’t you tell the wolf the truth?” Mizu glanced at Flamma, sighing. Dotting the I in her last name, Mizu placed the overly elegant feather pen back into its inkwell, leaning back in the chair, arms behind her head.
“Flaming Phoenix knows as is and neither the Fullmetal child nor the wolf should need to be bothered by it yet, my dear Firecharmer,” Mizu replied, picking a dart up from the desk and throwing it at the ceiling, where it got stuck in the plaster above Hawkeye’s chair.
Flamma nodded, looking back at her paper. “Kitten, you will need to tell the Fullmetal child soon, and the wolf knows that you aren’t telling him all you know.”
“I know that well, Firecharmer. How well that is known to me you know not.” Pulling a pocket book from where else than her pocket, she recited words she had known for years. “Fehonis. Ferahomo hominis. Wild animical human. The alchemical version of a Hunan. Hunan. No scientific name to date. A race of animals with intelligence higher than that of an average human. A curse to alchemists and animals alike,” Mizu put the book away, smiling faintly. “How ironic is it that he who can help Flaming Phoenix and Fullmetal falls into that category. How cruel a mistress fate is.”
Roy and Ed looked up as the wolf returned; a piece of paper and a pen in its mouth. Laying them in front of Roy, it yipped. Roy glared at it and grabbing the pen in his mouth, scribbled something onto the paper.
Ed read what the paper wrote,
Great job, pipsqueak. Use some of your brains next time. –Mustang
Ed glared at Roy. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT EVEN A SMALL DOG WOULD BE CONSIDERED A GIANT TO HIM?!” Roy smirked, given Ed the impression that Roy was saying ‘you’. Ed hissed at Roy. The wolf just sat on its haunches before padding up. It grabbed the pen from Roy and also scribbled something on the paper. Ed read the paper again.
Damn. You two-legs are stupid. Feh. Mustang-taisa, as a dog chimera, cannot speak. His mouth is not fit for it, as is yours. I cannot speak as well. Lucky Fullmetal. -Eric
Ed stole glance at Eric, noting how similar his and Roy’s snouts were, remembering his snout as a cat.
“If I’m a two-legs, what does that make you?” He asked Eric, just noticing that the wolf came up to his chin. Eric scrawled his answer on the paper.
A SMART two-legs. As I have told Mustang-taisa. –Eric
It was then that Roy began looking tired that Ed was kind enough to take the colonel to the couch so that the chimera could sleep.
In a howl, Eric summed up simply what was happening. “Denile is a river in Africa!”