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How to Die - Chapter 6

Title: How to Die
Author: Shell Mel
Rating: PG - 13
Warning: Some violence and near death scenes. Also for Ed's swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers for episode 22 and end of anime series.
Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang
Summary: AU Edward never though much about the incident back in lab 5 with the red water. He doesn't really remember it that much. He's seventeen now, repaying his debt by helping Mustang reach the top now Al finally has his body again. But what happens when he and Mustang become targets for assassination?
Author Notes: Alternative ending to Anime series. Prologue is based in episode 22, while the rest is a year after the series.

On the car ride over to the Armstrong estate, his subordinates did their best to explain what had happened today. Or at least what they knew so far anyway. Headquarters had been strangely empty, though the people his team did come across, were apparently not as fortunate as themselves. They confirmed he had indeed been shot. Then proceeded to tell him Fullmetal had received a head shot. The small alchemist had been laid out over their laps in the back. Roy inspected Edward’s head, but like himself, there was no real sign he had been shot. All that remained was dried blood in the boy’s hair, on his skin and on his clothes.

Upon arrival they were greeted by Armstrong’s eccentric family. They were welcoming and offered their home for as long as it was required. Something about the honour of the Armstrong’s to do with helping out friend and comrades no matter what. A doctor was summoned and would arrive shortly.

Armstrong carried Edward up to a room where he could rest comfortably while he waited for the doctor. The soft hearted man held the boy firmly in his grip, looking down sadly at the boy in his arms as if he might disappear at any moment. Roy had seen the look on his fellow alchemist before, during the war.

“There’s a bathroom just down the hall,” Armstrong informed him. “There should already be some clean towels in there. Lieutenant Hawkeye is already looking into getting some spare clothing for you.”

“Thank you,” Roy said quietly.

Roy continued down the hall with Armstrong, only to stop at the doorway when the large alchemist took the boy himself. The room was large and well decorated. White satin sheets covered the bed. Armstrong didn’t hesitate to place the rather dirty boy in the bed. Edward was placed under the sheets, Armstrong only pausing to remove Edward’s boots, before tucking him in.

Roy turned around and headed for the bathroom. In the large bed, Edward had looked so small, almost childlike. Fragile and breakable. That wasn’t Edward. That wasn’t Fullmetal. Even on his worst days in hospital, the boy never looked so close to being lost to this world. Roy couldn’t look at him anymore. He would shower, by the time he got out the doctor would be here to give them news information, and they could proceed from there.

It didn’t take Roy long before he found the bathroom down the hall. He closed the door and locked himself in. He stood there for a few moments, thinking. His thoughts were drawn to Fullmetal who was somehow connected to how he was somehow brought back to life. Roy shook his head and started to pull his jacket off. His black shirt followed, being dumped on the floor next to his jacket. They were both stained by his blood. Hopefully Hawkeye wouldn’t be too long with getting him some clean cloths. There were some dress robes in the bathroom he could use until then.

Roy hesitated as he went to take off his eye patch. He always did. He’d had many scares over the course of his life, but this was not one of his proudest battle wounds. He sighed and closed his eye as he took the eye patch off. He opened his eye again, but frowned when his second eye followed suit. Part of his vision, was blurry. He was so used to having narrowed vision that this extra part startled him. He blinked several times before looking into the nearby mirror.

There, staring back at him was Roy Mustang, the Flame alchemist, with both his eyes intact. Carefully, he touched his eye, flinching at the contact. It was real. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t possible. What the hell had Fullmetal done to him?

Roy tore out the bathroom, running down the hall shirtless, back to the room where Edward lay. What the hell had the boy done to him?! He had to know. The best doctors, alchemists and scientist told him that the damage was irreversible. The kid throws an alchemistic fit and defied everything he believed in as an alchemist. Only Edward could tear up the rules, rewrite them and somehow make it all work out. Roy had to know why, he had to how.  

The door was closed. He didn’t both to knock, he threw the door open. He had been ready to shake the boy awake and demand to know what the hell he had done. However, at the sight of everyone gathered around Fullmetal, helping to hold him up as the doctor listened to Fullmetal’s lungs, seemed to stop him. His shock and anger dissipated. He couldn’t scream at the kid, or shake him, not right now. The doctor had arrived and he didn’t seem pleased to have random people barging into the room. Everyone else looked up at him and stared. No surprise considering he was covered in blood and somehow regained his eye.

“What do you want?” The elderly man said, obviously annoyed. “Unless it’s urgent, you’ll have to wait.”

“Nothing,” He said quietly, slightly annoyed he had been so quick to race back in here.

Roy turned to leave, to get back to getting cleaned up when he heard something that made him stop. A groan. Roy looked back at the bed, as a slightly louder groan came from Fullmetal as the doctor shook him slight, obviously wanting him awake if he could manage it.

“Come on, son,” the doctor tried to gently coax the boy away. “I just need you to wake up for a little while.”

Roy could see from where he was when Fullmetal’s eyes fluttered open. The look in his eyes was dazed, as if he was somewhere far away.

“Son?” The doctor said, trying to get his patient’s attention. “Do you know where you are?”

Edward didn’t answer. He didn’t do anything actually except lean against those supporting him, his eyes drifting shut.

“Hey, hey,” the doctor said as he took Edward’s face gently in his hands, obviously not willing to let the kid sleep just yet. “Stay with me for a few minutes. Can you tell me if anything hurts? Do you feel ill?”

Edward again said nothing. He looked so lost and confused. The only change was when he started paling significantly. The doctor seemed to be quick, grabbing a nearby waste basket when the boy began to start vomiting.

“Except for you,” the doctor looked at Havoc who was holding Edward up in the sitting position. “I’d like everyone to leave. If you wait outside, I’ll talk to whomever in charge of the boy’s care when I’m done here.”

In charge of Fullmetal’s care? Practically an orphan, except for a missing father, the responsibility of Fullmetal’s carer fell to Roy, as Fullmetal’s commanding officer. For another year anyway, then that would be one less responsibility for him. He sighed as he left the room with everyone else. Figures he wasn’t even in the office and the kid was still giving him more work to do.

Roy gave Fullmetal one last look as he left the room. Figures, the kid was already asleep again.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5


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