For Your Own Good
Disclaimers: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist you can bet Hughes wouldn't have died. XP So no, I don't own it.
Been a while. I apologize. Weak, I know. But you all probably don't wanna hear it anyway.
LAST
TIME ON FYOG
"They'll
be leaving tomorrow," came Hughes' bodiless voice from the
receiver.
"Good,"
said Roy. And he meant it.
The
Fullmetal Alchemist was as good as gone.
"I'm
sorry, Alphonse."
"You
didn't fail me, Edward," said Alphonse gently, moving his hand
down inside the curve Edward's palm of flesh and bone.
"Full
Metal, what a surprise," came the familiar voice.
"Not
Full Metal at the moment."
"So
you two heading back home?"
"Just
waiting out my suspension I suppose."
"Doesn't
sound like you," Havoc said lightly, exhaling a puff of smoke
towards the sky.
"What
about Scar?"
"You
are in no condition to confront Scar."
"That's
so reckless, brother."
"I
know."
Winry
was not going to be pleased.
Chapter Eight: The Branch of Olive
"Never
try to outstubborn a cat."
-Robert
A. Heinlein
Pinako looked up from her current project, a lighter more durable prosthetic limb for the man just down the lane, to see Winry marching her way to the door. Blinking, the old woman straightened her glasses and cleared her throat.
"Something wrong, Winry- dear?"
Winry gripped the doorknob, turning back to her grandmother- the hard look on her face softening instantly. Pinako didn't need an answer. She could tell the way her cheeks were flushed- blonde hair left in messy dangles around her face. It had to have something to do with those boys.
"Edward and Alphonse aren't coming I suppose?" Pinako asked sincerely, going back to tinkering with the limb again.
"Oh, they are coming alright," Winry said sternly. Pinako heard the slap of a wrench against her granddaughter's palm and secretly wished Edward luck.
"What made them change their mind?" Pinako asked almost indifferently. She had some difficultly with her screw- and was currently fighting to keep it in place. It was tricky- but she loved the fight the mechanics gave her. Made it all the more rewarding when they finally fell under her will.
"It doesn't matter," Winry answered after a pause. "Edward's hurt. And he needs to come home."
Winry turned back to her grandmother, her face growing all the more pink. "He can't keep doing this to himself. He'll… He might not come back the next time."
"And what do you plan to do about it?"
"I'm gonna drag him back to Risenbool," Winry snapped dropping her suitcase down beside her feet in a very definite manner. With that she then picked up her suitcase again, kicked open the door, and went headed out the long trek for the station.
She still had several hours before the train would even be at the station.
Pinako merely smiled at her granddaughter's departure. Without even looking up from her work, she called, "Have fun then, dear."
"I called her. I called Winry, Niisan," said the giant suit of armor over his shoulder after having gently set the receiver of the payphone back in its cradle.
His brother sat only a few feet way on a stone wall- his legs draped over the side and swinging with his impatience. He was still too short for his feet to touch the ground at that height.
Edward looked up, knocking his hair out of his eyes lazily with a toss of his head. "How'd she take it?"
"Well…" Alphonse scratched the top of his metal head sheepishly. "She wasn't… happy."
"That will probably give us a day or so," Edward sighed lightly pressing off his arms so that he could swing himself to his feet. He was moving better now with his adrenaline strung around a purpose. It almost appeared as if there was nothing wrong with him at all- that the bandages were nothing more than some new eccentric fashion statement.
"A day or so?"
"Before she comes to beat my face in," explained Edward with a wry smile.
"Oh." What else was there to say?
Edward turned and lazily made his way down the street. Alphonse followed warily, not sure what his brother was planning. They traversed in silence for a great deal of time crossing quaint stone bridges and impressively designed structures credited all to Central's elegant military style. When they started making their way into the residential areas, Alphonse decided to speak.
"Why even call Winry at all, Niisan?"
Edward turned his head slightly so he could meet his brother's red soulless eyes with his own. "So that if we mess up, someone will be looking for us."
His response turned Alphonse's already inanimate insides cold. They walked on a few more paces. Alphonse hadn't seemed to yet learn his lesson about asking too many questions, for it wasn't long before he asked another.
"Where are we going?"
"Hm? Don't you know?"
"Should I?"
"To the scene of the crime," said Edward with air of arrogance and exaggerated flourish of his hand. He sent his brother a wide smirk and tapped his temple knowingly. "Let's play detectives again, ne?"
Alphonse knew better than to ask anything more. He clunked noisily after his brother through the path they had taken several nights before. They stopped before the dilapidated house that formerly both brothers had daringly charged into to save the life inside.
Ed's face had gone considerably paler- seeing the building up close again. Alphonse couldn't even muster a guess at what thoughts were swirling inside his mind at the sight. He almost looked like he expected something more impressive.
The burnt pieces of wood stood up around the blacked spot like skeleton ribs. The once powerful young man moved closer placing a gentle grip on one of these ribs. He looked oddly nostalgic- as if this place was once a friend. Alphonse didn't know how to reach his brother in this state. Edward was like this when mother died too.
"I can't remember anything," Edward sighed to himself, lowering his arm limply back to his side.
Just when Al was about to say something, a quiet mewing exited the chest of his suit. Ed's head turned instinctively. Alphonse wanted to move away and make some sort of protest but knew his brother knew him far too well.
"You still have that cat?" Ed asked almost indifferently. His face was a complete impassive mask. Alphonse couldn't tell what his older brother's intentions were, and it made him all the more nervous.
"It's just a little kitten, Ed," Alphonse began waving his arms in some pathetic hope to empathize his feelings. "And I mean its home burned down- it's got nowhere to go- it'll probably di- oh please can't we keep it?"
Edward moved forward and opened his brother's chest plate, pushing past the chain mail before Alphonse could try and stop him. The young boy reached inside the armor and pulled out the tiny yellowish kitten from inside.
Its beady beetle black eyes watered and fluttered at the sudden light. It looked up at Edward as Edward looked down at it. Alphonse was still pleading, shutting his open chest plate, as Edward walked away with the kitten in his hands. Edward almost seemed to be ignoring him as he carted the kitten at arms length.
"Ah, Niisan! Be careful!"
"You found it during the fire, right?" asked Edward in a quiet voice. The kitten seemed oddly comfortable at its awkward perch.
"Uh… Hai," said Alphonse slightly at a loss.
There was a silence until finally Edward said, "You promise to take care of it?"
"Huh," Alphonse swallowed his protest all at once. Edward glanced lazily over his shoulder. His eyes were shining with the mildest hint of inquiry.
"Y-you mean it N-niisan?" Alphonse sputtered hardly daring to believe his brother's sudden sense of generosity.
"Um hm," said Edward nodding to the cat as well as Alphonse. Suddenly his expression changed to one of deviance, "Besides, this cat is a key witness to the crime!"
Alphonse suddenly felt like he had been punched in the gut. The wind, if his intangible lungs even stored air, shot right out of his senses. Was that the only reason? "You're serious?"
"Of course I am," scowled Edward. He appeared almost miffed that his little brother would doubt his intentions.
Edward placed the tiny cat on the ground in front of the building and in a commanding voice, with great sweeping motions of his arms, bellowed, "Come on cat! Show us the villain! What did you see the night of the crime!"
"Niisan's gone insane…" Alphonse murmured to himself as Edward stalked circles around the tiny kitten. He was starting to wonder if perhaps he should intervene.
But despite all Edward's prodding the kitten never moved from where it was placed. It stared dully up at the both of them, expressionless.
After a time, Edward disapprovingly placed his hands at his hips. "I think you saved a dud, Al."
Alphonse disagreed, "Oliver-kun isn't a dud. You're just scaring him is all."
Edward gave his brother a questioning look. It was a mixed expression of both disgust and amusement. "You named it?"
"Uh," Alphonse rubbed the back of his metal neck. "Well… I always liked the name."
"How do you know it's a guy," interjected Edward with raised eyebrows. "Did you check?"
If Al could have blushed then he would have. To him the question was quite bold- exactly the kind of questions Edward liked to ask. "That would have been rude!"
Edward huffed at the response. He scooped the cat up in his hands and passed the little thing back to Alphonse.
"It's a girl," Ed said when placing it in his brother's cold metal hands.
"Oh um. Olive-chan, it is."
The cat curled itself up in Al's hands, perfectly content with everything and nothing at all. Alphonse flexed his fingers gently moving to put the kitten safe inside himself again. But he paused at Edward's longing look. He was staring at the resting kitten with such jealously on his face that it was almost laughable.
"Niisan," Alphonse asked awkwardly. "Is Olive a good name?"
Edward's lips made means to move and pass words but he was suddenly cut off by an interloper's voice.
"Olive, the female derivative form of Oliver. Meaning kind and affectionate," said the soft voice from behind them.
Edward and Alphonse spun on their heels to face the intruder, both harboring an indescribable bewilderment at the approach. This area had seemed almost eerily abandoned since that night. To run into another human being in such a forsaken place bore ill feelings in them both.
But what approached them was a young woman, a few years Edward's elder. Her face was lowered behind a curtain of frizzy brown hair as she spoke. An apron tightened itself over her plain dark looking clothing and the woman seemed to slump as she walked. And then it suddenly all changed. She looked up, her olive green eyes blinking cheerily as she said, "It can also mean adventurous, carefree, and mischievous! Olive is the perfect name!"
Her face was very angular. Eyes shaped like almonds and a long nose that seemed impossible to stare at, confettied as a last touch with thousands of freckles. The frizzy hair added to her sharp appearance giving her very much the look of a shrewd and dangerous looking vagabond.
"And you are?" asked Edward curtly. His eyes were pointedly focused on her nose, much to Alphonse's embarrassment. The suit of armor was trying very hard to dance across any other feature of her face besides that huge nose. It didn't matter if he hadn't any eyes to speak of. Alphonse hated to cause someone else to lose face.
Despite Edward's gaze tearing into her nose, the woman seemed completely undaunted. She smiled cutely for one with a nose so big.
"My name is Olive," she said with a flourish of her hand. "Dozo yoroshiku."
Edward was not impressed. But before he could get past his scowling disapproval, Alphonse had already decided to be friendly.
"Ah I see!" Alphonse said cheerfully, holding the kitten in his hand closer to his empty breast. "That's why you said Olive was the perfect name. It's yours."
Olive nodded pleasantly, clicking her tongue against her teeth in approval as she gave Alphonse a one-handed gun salute. "Right on, sir."
"O-oh um-" Al wasn't used to being called sir.
"That's why we certainly won't be calling this cat, Olive," interjected Edward, plucking the cat out of Alphonse's hands as if to protect it from that name. The kitten squirmed out of his grip and with graceful dexterity climbed up to the top of the golden haired boy's head. There it laid down much to Edward's annoyance, but he did little to stop it. His main focus was on this stranger.
"Omae wa…" Edward hissed. "You've been following us. What do you want here?"
Alphonse looked between his brother and the woman named Olive feverishly, worrying about a conflict starting. Instead of seeming alarmed, the girl merely shrugged and chuckled pleasantly. "Ah so you heard me, huh? Well I can't say I'm an expert at a tail job. In fact, I'm kind of new at this-"
"Cut the crap. What do you want?" snapped Edward forcefully nearly knocking the kitten off his head.
"Niisan!" said the alarmed Alphonse. His foul language often got them into trouble.
Olive merely held up her hand. It was a sign of relinquishment. Obviously she hadn't come here to start something. Edward bit back his tongue for Alphonse's sake. There was no need to attack an unwilling opponent.
"It's alright. Your anger is justified. I had no right to follow you unwarranted."
"Damn straight."
"Niisan!"
Olive smiled flashing both her brilliant smile and green eyes. For a moment or so, one could overlook the huge peak protruding from her face. It seemed to be a sincere friendly gesture. Alphonse wished he could smile back.
"I apologize. Gomen nasai. Please forgive my foolishness," said the girl bowing so deeply that tips of her long hair brushed the dirty cobblestone path. She bowed so straight and respectfully that it almost made Alphonse feel undeserving.
He looked towards his brother seeing that Edward's composure had not changed, but his expression had softened considerably.
"Forgive me!" the girl almost pleaded from her lowered position.
"Stop it," Edward grumbled, his face slightly red with irritability. "You're making a fool of us. Stand up right."
She snapped back up still entertaining that ridiculous grin underneath her ridiculously enormous nose. Edward had to look elsewhere. That nose was starting to bother him.
"Um," Alphonse began, cautiously turning his gaze to her hairline when she turned to him. "Why exactly were you following us for?"
"Oh. But weren't you two here when the fire happened?"
Both boys seemingly blanched at the question. Olive didn't notice though. She pressed a thoughtful finger against her upper lip, thinking aloud up to the sky, "I could have sworn I saw a suit of armor wandering around then."
"Olive-san! Were you here then? During the nights of the fire!" exclaimed Alphonse. Edward remained silent.
"Oh," said Olive nonplussed. "Hai. I fell asleep while working and decided to make up my hours by staying in the store late. I do that a lot actually."
She then laughed a shrill laugh making Edward cringe. "It's a wonder you aren't fired."
"Oh? But it's my store…" answered Olive blankly making both brothers twitch, somewhat appalled by her brain-dead response.
"But if you're in charge why work extra hours-"
Edward cut his brother off with a knowing hand and a shake of his head. It was best not to understand this woman's logic.
"What exactly did you see?"
She resumed her thinking pose. "Um. Well, I saw the fires across the street. I thought it was some kind of weird festival parade or something- so I decided to go out and look. And then I saw… you nearly knocked me down."
She pointed to Alphonse who guiltily shifted under her gaze. Edward looked to his little brother too.
"Is this true, Al?"
"Um… Maybe. I was in such a rush to save… um," his helmet's empty eye sockets turned to the kitten on Ed's head. "I remember I did nearly run into someone… or something. I… I don't remember."
"You said sorry," offered Olive sportingly.
"Ah yes. I wasn't sure so I…"
"And after that?" Edward pressed the woman on. "What else did you see?"
Olive scratched her head. "Not much else. I went back inside to finish closing up."
Edward's expression turned sour. Alphonse was finding it hard not to giggle. This woman was quite eccentric.
"Ah!" said Olive suddenly jabbing her finger to the sky. "I remember something else!"
Both brothers looked on with anticipation. Olive began stroking her chin again, thoughtfully pulling at her fragmented memories.
"There was this scream. Several screams. I remember because I was in the back room and thought I really had to go see what was going on as soon as I finished cleaning up," she nodded wisely. "When I finally finished, I looked through the window and saw a man out in front of one of the burning buildings. He was holding something. And there was this woman and another man- but I couldn't see them well because their backs were to the store."
"Could you describe any of them?" Alphonse pressured.
Olive's expression wasn't comforting. "Um. It was kind of dark…"
She thought for a moment more, before adding, "A tattoo. And white hair. The man who was holding something had a tattoo on his arm," she outlined weakly the stretch of the tattoo on her own arm, "and brilliant white hair. I remember thinking it was weird because I couldn't think of any old man who'd get a tattoo."
"Not only old men have white hair," retorted Edward exchanging a dark expression with his brother. They had found a lead. Scar had definitely been there.
"Well, of course old women have white hair too. But I think I'd know a man when I see him," snapped Olive completely oblivious with the information she had imparted. The brothers didn't much notice her reply.
"Olive-san. You never answered why you were following us," Alphonse said quietly, still trying to avoid staring at her nose.
"Oh, pardon. Actually, I was hoping to get an apology from you for knocking me down."
"Eh?" responded both brothers, taken aback.
"It's very rude to knock someone down without acknowledging them," pouted Olive. "I just thought you should learn that lesson."
"Oi, oi. He said he was sorry, didn't he?" spat the annoyed blonde.
"Yes, but I wanted him to say it to my face," said Olive with an air of stubbornness.
"Kisama," Edward grumbled through gritted teeth. But Alphonse surprised him by suddenly bowing to the girl and uttering a quick but otherwise quite effective apology. Olive seemed satisfied while Edward just seemed all the more irritated.
"Thank you," said the girl to both boys before biting her tongue with the most unusual expression on her face.
"What is it, Olive-san?" Alphonse asked kindly. Edward remained indifferent, trying to pull the cat from his head. It was proving difficult, as it had curled its tiny paws into his hair.
"I never got your names," said the girl with a blush rising on her cheeks.
"Ah, how rude of us!" exclaimed Alphonse who quickly turned to Edward who had managed to pull the cat from his head with a loud 'itai". The kitten seemed perfectly amused, hanging by the scruff of his neck in Edward's grip.
Edward sighed at his younger brother's persistent stare. Cradling the kitten more carefully in his hands, Edward huffed out a quick, "Edward Elric."
"And my name is Alphonse Elric. Hajimemashite!"
"Happy protector. Noble and eager," said Olive looking at each in turn. It appeared that she remembered the definitions better than the names themselves.
Olive then looked between the two boys with skeptical eyes. "Relation?"
"We're brothers," said Alphonse. "Edward is my elder."
Although Edward was sure Olive would make a comment about how astonishing it was that Edward was the older one, she didn't. In fact she took all the information in with grace, and didn't even bother to ask why Al was inside a suit of armor.
Come to think of it. She didn't even think the fires in Central were strange, thought Edward. Does anything faze her at all?
Lost in thought, Edward was caught by surprise when suddenly the tall woman was in his face. He fell back, his cheeks burning indignantly at her intrusion in his personal space. But she wasn't look at him, but instead at the kitten.
"And what's your name?" she asked inanely.
The kitten looked up at her just as blankly as she had to Edward and Alphonse. Edward was too bothered to speak so Alphonse did so for him.
"We were thinking of naming her, Olive…"
Olive looked up crossly at the armor, causing Alphonse to recoil from her.
"I didn't ask you. I asked the kitty," She snapped quite purposively. Her expression was deadpan. Olive was entirely serious.
"Peter."
"What?" Olive's anger was immediately replaced by confusion when she turned to look at Edward. Edward's face was resolute, having recovered from her earlier action.
"Her name is Peter," said Edward curtly while placing the kitten idly back on his head. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"But Peter's a guy name, Niisan," started Alphonse.
Edward didn't respond. His eyes were firmly on Olive. Finally Olive relented with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Peter, eh? Too bad."
"Hell of a lot better than Olive!"
"Peter means rock," said Olive pointedly.
Once again the woman reduced Edward to a flurry of curses. Alphonse tried to apologize for each one, but he was having trouble keeping up. When the younger brother finally had the older under control again, Olive gave a proposition.
"Would you like to come to the store with me for something to eat? I promise not to charge you," she said with a wink.
"No," said Edward without a second's hesitation. Alphonse felt otherwise. He hated to disregard hospitality.
"Niisan, perhaps we should…"
"No, Al. Have you forgotten what we are doing here?" said Edward in a hushed voice. "We need to find an Ishbal refugee camp… Doesn't Scar visit those often enough?"
"Ishbal refugees?" interjected Olive suddenly making both brothers jump.
"Don't eavesdrop!" hissed Edward irately.
"I have those in my shop sometimes," said Olive completely ignoring Edward's statement. "Red eyes, and dark skin, ne? I didn't think much of them but I suppose there must be a camp nearby. They pop by often enough- usually in pairs."
"Just what kind of shop is this?" asked Edward in bewilderment.
Olive answered him with a smile and a wink. "A café dash disguise specialty depot."
"Disguise?"
"Depot?"
Havoc wandered though the military building, puttering the last of his cigarettes between his lips. Typically it would be forbidden to smoke while on duty but being under a crazy Colonel like Roy Mustang made people over look little things like cigarettes on duty.
"Second Lieutenant Havoc," snapped an authoritative voice stopping Havoc dead on the spot. He dropped the cigarette instantly, stomping it discreetly beneath his boot while saluting the woman approaching.
"Lieutenant Colonel," said the man in return.
"At ease."
"Good," Havoc said relaxing but looking miserably at the cigarette now crushed into the carpet. He probably burned a hole in it again.
"Damn, my last one too," said Havoc miserably.
"Oh. This came for you," Hawkeye muttered, fishing into her pockets and withdrawing a small pack of cigarettes. "Dozo. From the Colonel."
"The occasion?" asked Havoc curiously.
"Hell if I know," grumbled the young woman. "I didn't even know why he couldn't just pass them to you himself. Ridiculous. Just because he can doesn't mean he should."
Shrugging, Havoc gave the pack a few hits against his wrist before flipping the already open top and withdrawing one cigarette from the tightly massed bunch. "Geez, just like the bum to give me a used pack."
"How did it go with Fullmetal?" inquired Hawkeye.
"Fine," said Havoc curtly pressing the cigarette's filter through parted lips. "He didn't stick around for the whole meal. But he seems to be doing alright. Depressed, but that's to be expected."
Havoc patted himself down for his lighter before Hawkeye pulled out and sparked up her own. She always kept one handy in case Roy's glove failed to ignite.
Havoc nodded in gratitude, holding out the end to the flame- letting it catch.
"Did he say where he was going?"
Havoc took a few deep drags but did not answer. It soon became clear that he couldn't. Making a sudden desperate and clawing motion towards his throat, he staggered backwards.
"Havoc?"
He dropped the cigarette letting out a raspy shout before collapsing to his knees. His hands around his throat. Suddenly Hawkeye knew what was happening. She lunged forwards stamping out the cigarette, and steadying the poisoned man. People were looking over their direction, over cubicles and around paperwork. No one yet made a move.
"Someone! Someone help!" Hawkeye shouted desperately. Havoc's nails were digging into her arms as he desperately tried to breathe. "Help! Someone call a doctor! Please!"
Havoc's eyes started to close. His grip on Hawkeye loosening. She kept shouting, shaking him, and telling him to hang on. The last word he heard was the half choked sob of "tasukete" before succumbing to nothingness.
To Be Continued…
Please R & R!
And so the plot thickens. Muhahaha.
I swear if anyone says Olive is a marysue I'll chop their heads off. She's as far away from me as black is to white. I'd never want to be her. In fact, I both love and hate Olive. If I met her on the street I would probably throttle her. But I like her character, large nose and all. Her fascination with name meanings also amuses me. Even if she's only a small side character, she's quite fun to write.
There would be no chance in hell of there ever being a love relationship between her and any of the characters. I swears it! Rest assured!
Peter the cat will be awesome too. Her role is even bigger than Olive's. Believe me I had about as much debate over her name as Al and Ed had. I really wanted her name to be Peter for some odd reason. But I also wanted her to be female. So this is kind of how it worked out. Silly Edo.
I used a few Japanese phrases here mostly where I felt appropriate. I didn't want to overwhelm readers with Japanese vocabulary. But I would like the story to take on the same flare as the anime did for me- who watched the end and movie in sub. I suppose I should give a little glossary for those who wish to have one.
Niisan: means "older brother". Alphonse uses this phrase a lot, which is why in the dub you hear him saying brother a lot more than Edward.
Hai: means "yes".
Dozo yoroshiku: Pleased to meet you.
Omae wa: means "you are". It's less polite than its other "anata wa".
Gomen nasai: means "I am sorry." Less polite way would be to say just "gomen".
Oi: about the same as say "oy". A way to catch someone's attention. Edward uses it sort of as a means of protests. Like to say "hey, hey. He apologized already!"
Kisama: A rude way to say "you". It literally translates as "your honorable self". I know this confused me when watching the Japanese anime- since I knew sama was a honorific of almost the highest respect. Basically it's a mocking and sarcastic remark. (Please do not use this word in Japan. Just like you shouldn't use "baka". You'll start a fight, assuredly. Heh.)
Itai: Ouch. More literally it means, "hurts".
Hajimemashite: How do you do?
Ne: informal interjection. Like saying "right?" "isn't it?" or even "hey!" Olive uses it as "isn't it?". Edward uses it as "alright?". I honestly didn't realize this was a Japanese term- until I looked it up. I often speak with ne at the end of my questions. Heh. I wonder if I watch too many subs?
Dozo: means "here". You say it when passing something to someone.
Tasukete: Help.
And any honorfics used are just really complicated little things that I can't quite explain properly. –san is unisex. –kun is male. And –chan is usually for children or females. I guess that's about as good as I can explain them.
I don't pretend to be a Japanese expert. It's an incredibly complicated language- and everything I learned here was from the constant watching of subs. I tried to use words I've actually heard characters use before. I'm actually an English major and never taken a Japanese course in my life. Please don't ask me how to speak it!
And if I've gotten anything wrong- I sincerely apologize. I try my very best to only use words I fully comprehend. It's not like I'm randomly pulling words out of a Japanese dictionary. I apologize for any spelling errors too.
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