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The Dead Aren't Really Dead- Chapter 7

Title: The Dead Aren't Really Dead: Chapter 7
Author: sapphyre_kikyo
Beta: be_merry
Rating: This chapter PG/PG-13; overall R
Pairing: RoyxEd
Spoilers: End of the anime, Episode 25 (kinda)
Summary:They all thought he was dead, but suddenly he's back and Roy makes a rather startling revelation.
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Crossposted to: steelandsparks


Ed sat quietly at the small dinner table where Roy had left him. They'd only been there for ten minutes and already Ed was uncomfortable and wanting to go back to his quiet dorm room. While it was true that technically he and Roy had already had sex...well, maybe not. All they did was...but Ed didn't finish his thought as Roy walked back to the table, handing a cup of coffee to Ed.

"Black, right?" The General asked as he sat across the table from Edward. Ed nodded numbly, still rather nervous and now just the smallest bit horny. "What's wrong? Am I that scary, Ed?" Roy teased him.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Ed scathed at the man.

"Alright, alright..." Roy lifted his hands in a customary 'I give' gesture. "So...what would you like for dinner? I'm not accustomed to cooking for people anymore, and I don't think I own much to cook anyways. I usually just eat out."

"Oh. I could cook, if you don't mind." Roy gave him a surprised look. "What?"

"You can cook?"

"Of course I can cook!!!" Ed snapped, "When Al and I were still searching for the stone, I had to cook all of my own meals. Al couldn't taste anything so he was just a horrid cook at the time."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"Though...I do tend to make messes." He gave a small grin.

"Alright, well, we can order out too."

"Great!"

"So, what can you cook?"

"German food." He grinned then turned a bit more serious, "But that's mostly just sausage. I can cook mostly anything from scratch...though it takes a lot longer. Chicken's really good."

Roy smiled, "You'll have to cook later then. But for now...I'll go ahead and order us some Xingian food, if that's alright with you?"

"Sure. That stuff is great."
***
Alphonse groaned as he shifted and tried to sit up. He didn't make it more than an inch before a foot landed heavily on his shoulder, forcing him back down to the cold flood. "Oof." His lungs forced the sound from his lips. He couldn't feel much, that was probably due to lying on the cold floor for unknown hours but he knew that his hands were tied (they were pulsing because the ropes were so tight) as were his feet. Hobbled was what he was...like a pig in a rodeo. How embarrassing.

"You should just stay where you are, alchemist." The voice that said this was vaguely familiar but Al couldn't truly put any face with it.

"Who's there?" Just as Al was about to turn his head, the foot shifted from his shoulder to head, forcing it down on the hard ground. Al could feel the blood start to flow from a cut there. At least the blood's warm, he thought.

"Last time I saw you, small fry, you weren't small. Actually, I believe you were a seven foot piece of armor. On the ground. Glowing."

"Wha-?" Al was confused. He had been seven feet tall? That wasn't even humanly possible. Then the rest of his captor's words caught up to him. "Armor?"

"I suggest," The voice grew cold, "That you shut. UP!" The last word was punctuated by a kick to his side. The kick had enough force to send Al rolling into the wall. Now he could see his captor. He was tall, wearing a tank top and shorts. His hair was green and looked...well, rather like a tropical tree, if you asked Al. But his most noticeable feature was his violet eyes. The second more noticeable thing was an ouroboros tattoo on his left thigh. Al thought it a very odd type of tattoo.

Just then a very sudden sense of déjà vu hit him. Not only that, but he kept getting pictures of what seemed to be Ed (but much younger) fighting this person in front of him. He also (as if by magic) now knew that this was not a person at all. But a homunculus. Whatever that was.

“That’s better.” The homunculus crossed his arms smartly, smirking, “Listen, kid, I’m in charge here. Not you. If I ask a question, you answer it. If I tell you to do something, you nod and do it. Got it?” Al nodded quickly. “Good. First-where’s the pipsqueak?”

“Who?” Al demanded, confused at the creature’s own demand. Who in the world was he talking about? Another kick in the stomach stopped all those thoughts.

“I mean, brat, your brother. Edward Elric. The famous Fullmetal Alchemist.”

“My brother? How do you know my bro-” Al was silenced by a kick to the head.

“Just answer my god-damned question!!! Where the fuck is he?!”

“In Central.” Al didn’t want to tell this…thing where Ed was. But he certainly couldn’t escape from here if the thing beat him up so badly he couldn’t move.

“Where in Central?” it demanded. Al decided that the homunculus would be an it. Because it certainly wasn’t a he or a she. It was, well, an it.

Al didn’t want to tell him “At the General’s.” Not only would that give away too much, but it might get the General hurt along with his brother.

“Tell me.” it growled, kicking him into the wall again.

“He lives in the dorms.” Al muttered. He could taste the blood welling up in his mouth.

“Great. Thanks.” The thing pushed a hand through the palm tree hair of its and then walked through a large metal door that Al had failed to see earlier.

Al heaved a sigh of relief as the thing left. Maybe now he could find a way out. He looked around carefully at his new room. There was nothing special about it. Just a carved out block of cement with a metal door planted on one of the walls. There were no windows and no holes in the wall. He definitely needed to get out of there. Thankfully, the creature had left Al’s gloves on.

As quietly as Al could, he clapped his hands together and placed them on the ropes around his feet. The ropes fell to the floor and he did the same to his hands. Rubbing his wrists to ease the pain, he stood up carefully.

Walking over to the door, Al placed his ear on the door, hoping to find out if maybe he had a guard. He could hear two people talking.

“Envy sure has been smiling a lot since he brought in that kid.” One said.

“Well of course he is.” The other said, “Since he was brought back from that other place, he’s been trying to find a way to kill the Fullmetal Alchemist.”

“I thought he died?”

“I heard he came back with Envy a few months ago.”

“Wow. So how does Envy plan on killing him?”

“I think he wants to lure him here with that kid. Think it’s his brother or some shit.”

“D’ya think Envy’ll let us watch?”

“Maybe, if we keep the kid here.”

All Al wanted to do after that was get the hell out of there.
***
After dinner had been scarfed down and both men sat satisfied with their stomachs, Ed stretched and yawned. This was his thing-eating. He could do it all the time, if he felt like it, and it was something he liked to do a lot.

“Tired?” Roy inquired from across the small table.

“Eating will do that to ya.” Ed returned.

“I suppose.”

“Um…hey, Roy?” Ed had been wondering something since he had been invited over.

“Yes?”

“Er…where exactly did…uh…you want me to sleep?” Ed ducked his head sheepishly.

Roy just laughed.

“Wha-what?!” Ed demanded.

“Nothing at all, Ed.” Roy smiled at the younger man, “You can sleep wherever you’re comfortable. There’s a spare room across from mine, there’s the couch…”

“Uh.” Ed tried to duck his head again, “Wha…what about, er, your…your room?”

“There’s that too.” Roy said as if this were just a normal conversation.

“You don’t, um, mind?”

“Should I mind sleeping in the same bed as someone I love?” Roy replied.

“Well, the automail gets cold at night sometimes…and…” Ed was cut off by a small kiss from Roy.

“Don’t worry about it. I love everything about you.” Ed looked doubtful, “Including your automail.”

Ed smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Right.”
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