TRUE BEAUTY LIES WITHIN - revised

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairings: Eventual RoyxGirl!Ed, EdxWin, and Royai

Warnings: Genderswap, character death!

Note: This is a remake of the original version so if you read the original, you should reread this. Things will be slightly different this time around and hopefully things won't end up like last time where I end up uncomfortable. I have my reasons and it's not that I don't like the story, but like I said before, there are just some things going on in my life that have changed my pt of view on a few things like depression, etc. This story will be mostly the same but with a few differences here and there and possibly more depth and detail, and things might not happen exactly as they did before so be prepared for some change in story and plot. The author's note before this chapter explains some of the situation for this one as well.

I'm also deleting the previous chapters so if anyone wants them, don't know why you would, but if you do, just send me a message and I'll send them to you. I don't feel like coming up with a new title and making a new story so I'll continue on posting on this one. If you want to review and you have already done so previously, then you can send me a message I guess. :3

wolfmajesti is continuing the original. Check it out! 3

~Thank you, to everyone else who has reviewed. I love you all, and I'm sorry.

Kanna

Also parts of this chapter toward the end have been revised so be sure to look into it!

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Chapter 1 –

Things had not gone as planned.

He and Alphonse had originally wanted to return to Risembool after the Promised Day, and reunite with Winry, their close childhood friend. They had also wanted to stay with the Rockbells and recover and rest up until Al was healthy enough to resume his studies and travels. There had also been other reasons – reasons beyond anyone else's knowledge and comprehension. Only Al seemed to know and the younger Elric wasn't telling.

The elder brother had always had feelings for the young automail mechanic, even despite his bluster and denial, and so he had decided to pursue her further and hopefully they could live out their lives together. But no sooner had the battle ended with Father, and he had paid his final price for rescuing his brother, that dream had been squashed flat.

Any hope of claiming the young girl's heart had been left behind inside that fucking gate and now he was afraid…too much so to even voice his feelings because he knew that she would turn him down in an instant.

Not only was his automail gone and he was left to deal with an arm that was still so weak and vulnerable, he had also lost his alchemy – a major part of him that still stung whenever he tried to transmute out of pure habit. But there had also been one other problem that had arisen, something horrific that had come to his attention not long after he had returned to their small apartment.

Something had indeed gone very wrong inside that gate, but he had hidden it so well that no one knew other than Alphonse.

But it wasn't all affecting just himself, but his little brother as well. Alphonse had been horribly ill for months and it really was beginning to worry him with grief, as Al just was not getting any better. The doctors did not know what was wrong, and despite their intensive training and specialization in medicine and medical practices, the only thing they had been able to do was give him pain medication and intensive care, but even that had done little to help with the strange sickness his brother had contracted. It just wasn't right. Al had always been the healthy one when they had been nothing but children. His immune system had been so strong and sturdy and he had rarely ever gotten sick even with the flu.

So why now? Why when everything had finally started looking toward the better? It just wasn't fair.

Maybe this was his punishment for setting foot on forbidden ground. If that was the case then he could live with this curse, this change, that had been trusted upon him, but why Al? Why his little brother?

"Ed?" He blinked, startled by the groggy voice that called his name. "How long have you been sitting there?" It was Alphonse. He was awake and as always, those large brown eyes were wide with concern. "You'll get sick, Brother, if you don't rest."

This wasn't right. His breath shook as he clasped his hand around his younger brother's. Al shouldn't be concerned about him, not when he was in such bad health. Not when he was so ill that couldn't even get up and walk. It wasn't his place to worry. That job rightfully belonged to himself alone, not this sickly boy. Not this boy that had been bedridden for the past months. "I'm fine, Al…"

"But, Brother…" He shook his head as he tightened his fingers around Al's. They really needed to take him back to the doctor, but he was too afraid to admit to that, too afraid to admit that he could loose him. No, that just couldn't happen. Not to Al. Not after all they'd been through. No. He just couldn't loose his only family, and yet Alphonse was the strong one. "I'm not going to die. Please stop worrying about me."

He watched a tear slide down the brunette's cheek and he reached out to brush that tear away. Back then, he should have known, but he had fought tooth and nail to deny it, to deny any possibility. Yet, Al knew. Alphonse knew all along and that's what hurt the most.

"I…I can't help but worry Al. This isn't normal, even by what the doctors said…" and he watched as the younger bit his lip, as he pondered over what Ed had said and over what had not been said. 'You need to go back to the hospital. I don't want you to die.'

The bedroom door suddenly opened with a soft click as a girl, Ed's age, stepped into the room. When her tired blue eyes landed on the Elrics, she heaved a sad sigh as she stepped over toward the bed. "Ed, how many times do you intend on doing this? You need to come to bed. You need to rest…" She expected him to complain or brush her comment aside with that attitude of his and insist on staying awake, but he merely sent her an uneasy look, one she couldn't quite place, as he reached out and brushed his brother's sweaty hair back away from his large weary brown eyes once more.

"Ed, worrying over him isn't going to make him get better. It's only going to make things worse for the both of you." She said sadly as she crossed her arms over her bosom with a sigh. This had been frequent for the past few weeks and it was also the main reason for why Winry was staying with Ed and Al in the first place. Ed was always worrying over Al and if it continued… "It's only going to make you sick if you keep staying up with him. You need your rest too."

"I know, Win…" He said lowly when he leaned back in the chair beside his brother's sick bed, refusing to look at her. He watched his brother's chest heave weakly and all he wanted to do was ease that pain, but he couldn't do anything, couldn't help him even in the slightest. "But this is my fault and I can't help but wonder what life would have been like if I hadn't been so foolish."

This time is was Alphonse who interrupted his thoughts…his words. "Brother, none of this is your fault, at least not all of it." Those weak fingers grasped his own tightly as the brunette rolled over in the bed and clutched his brother's much smaller hand up against his pajama clad chest. Ed heaved in distraught as he felt Al breathe in and out weakly, and Alphonse got shifted onto his side, facing both he and Winry. "This was as much my decision as it was yours. You can't hold all the blame."

"You were young."

"As were you, brother. We are only a year a part. Remember? I knew what I was doing…what I was getting myself into. That was my fault as well…" Al lowered his head, those long brown locks hanging lowly around his shoulders and across the white bed sheets as he held his brother's hand tightly.

"I don't hate you, Brother…"

And when looked up, Alphonse was smiling. His eyes practically shining as another tear ran down his pale cheek.

"But, Al…"

And without much of a warning, the brunette shot up from the bed and slung his arms around the blonde's shoulders in a surprisingly strong embrace. "…No, Ed." He managed and the elder brother could feel Al's heart hammering against his own body – way to fast to even be considered healthy. "I could never hate you, B-brother, because I owe you my life. I would have died way before now, if you hadn't been there."

Embraced by the strongest hug, Alphonse could have possibly mustered in his weakened state; all Ed could do was fight back tears – tears of joy and sadness alike. Yet for some unknown reason, Ed just couldn't seem to discern one feeling from the other. His mind too jumbled and miserable, and so he remained still and just allowed Al to talk.

"I love you, Ed…don't ever forget that." And Ed heaved sadly as the brunette tightened his hold around the blonde's shoulders with strength that should have long sense been lost to him. "I'm glad to have had you as my older brother. More so than you could ever know…" He stammered and Ed finally managed to force his arms to move as he wrapped them around his brother's trembling back, tears running freely down his raw cheeks as he couldn't help but feel the bony vertebrae of the backbone beneath the palm of his hands. It was a reminder of just how thin and frail Al actually was, and despite Al's wishes, he just couldn't help but hate himself for it.

"I won't ever stop loving you, Al." He whispered into the brown locks, his tears dampening the dark strands as he held his brother close. "…But promise me you won't go…at least not because of this."

Alphonse remained silent for a moment, his mouth holding a small frown, before those brown orbs gazed up beyond the blonde's head, fixing Winry Rockbell in their dark pools. He mouthed something to her and that was all it took before those blue eyes grew wet with her own tears, and her small mouth quenched shut in a grief stricken frown that she just couldn't seem to hide.

After a moment, her delicate fingers wiped at her own tired eyes as she forced a smile on her sweet lips. She gave him a small nod, and his own cracked lips curved upward into a weak smile as he wrapped his arms further and tighter around his brother's shoulders.

'Thank you,' he mouthed before those brown orbs drew shut.

"Brother…I can't promise you anything, but I won't go so easily. I won't just give up on life. Not when you and Winry are here to edge me onward. W-we've been through so much…so…"

When the boy's sentence cut off abruptly, Ed suddenly felt those frail arms slacken around his neck. A coughing fit wracked his small, frail frame and Al struggled just to remain upright, even with Edward's help. They needed to get him back in bed so he could rest. He was much too weak for this.

Winry seemed to notice his alarm as he suddenly had help in leveraging Alphonse up and over to the bed, where she tucked the pale teenager in and brushed his sweaty bangs back away from his face. "Al, are you alright?" She asked with worry.

The brunette stifled a cough as he gave them both a small smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. I guess I pushed myself a little too hard there."

"You're still really weak. You shouldn't be moving around so much." Winry scolded as she dipped a washrag into a bowl of ice-cold water – something Ed hadn't even seen her fetch. She then draped the damp, cold rag across his forehead to help with his fever.

"You'll just get sicker if you keep this up."

Al laughed lightly, earning a bit of a scowl from the girl as he turned his red tinted face back toward his elder brother who was obviously worrying over his condition. "Ed, I'll be okay. I just can't push myself like I use to."

Edward, feeling slightly discouraged and helpless, rested his fingers against the rise of his little brother's feverish cheek. He was so warm. "Al…" he breathed and the younger looked up at him with that sweet innocent smile he'd always had – and always will, Ed thought. He wouldn't die... "You need your rest… You'll feel better in the morning."

Alphonse just smiled back as his fingers brushed up against Ed's.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Good night, Brother…" Al said with a sleepy yawn as his eyes slid shut. Edward watched as he drifted off into a feverish night sleep, and as Al's breathing evened out as well as it possibly could, he prayed to the god – or to any deity, that he didn't believe in, that Al would make it through the night.

Even more so that he would get over this illness and live out his life as he saw fit.

"Good night, Al."

Only things did not turn out so well. For things had turned for the worse. Alphonse hadn't gotten any better. His illness had only gotten worse and without any means of treatment – other than a few doses of medication prescribed by the doctors, it had left Al bedridden for another few months and unable to care for himself. As the months had progressed, his condition had only worsened until he had become too weak and too frail to even sit up in his own bed.

And then that morning arrived, and Edward Elric had found himself seated at Alphonse's bedside once more. Only this time, things were different.

He had held tightly to his brother's frail hand, far too weak to even tremble. Al hadn't even been coherent enough at that point to even tell his own brother apart from Winry or the doctor. He had just been too far too gone to know anything anymore.

The doctor had stood by his bed, watching over them silently as Ed had tried in vain to communicate with his dying brother, and minutes later, much to everyone's surprise; Al had groggily turned his head in Edward's direction. He had said something to the elder Elric. His voice so low and so soft that no one else had been able to hear what had been said. Only Edward had heard and he had little intention of telling anyone else what Al's last words had been.

Those had been meant specially for him…

And with a smile, so gentle and sweet, Al had slipped away and Ed's heart had been smashed to pieces in a matter of seconds. Al's final words to his brother had occurred just seconds before he had passed away, and Ed just couldn't take it. Filled with grief and sorrow, he had been forced away from Alphonse's deathbed and led out the room so the doctor could tend to the body.

Winry had been there to hold him as he cried hysterically.

It wasn't even a week later when they held the funeral.

It was small. Consisting of just close friends. He had no family. Not anymore.

The funeral party contained, the Rockbells – Winry and her grandmother, as well as all their military acquaintances – including, Brigadier General Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, and the rest of the troupe. Along with Gracia and her daughter Elysia. The Xingian Prince, Ling, his companion, Ran Fan, and the little Princess, Mai, had also come. The little girl had been reduced to tears right from the start and her handmaid had done all she could to comfort the crying teen. It wasn't hard to understand really, considering how much she had come to love Al.

With the funeral coming to a close, everyone had offered their condolences before heading back to their homes. Winry and Pinako had gone to his side, asking him to walk with him when they went back to the apartment.

"Not yet…" He had said solemnly. "I'll head home in just a few minutes…" The pair merely nodded, worry clear on their faces as they offered their condolences once more before turning and heading back to the Elric apartment. Only when their footsteps had melted away into silence did he finally allow the first tear to fall. "Al..." He sniffled and he wiped at his wet eyes haphazardly, fighting the tears that refused to stop. "Look at me, I'm such a mess. I can't even stop crying."

It's okay to cry."

Roy plodded over beside him, his hands in his pockets as he contemplated over what to say. Comforting a teenager, no young adult, was not something he was exactly good at. "It's getting late." He examined his pocket watch with a bored expression. "You should head on back to your apartment, Fullmetal. We don't need you getting ill as well."

"…I can't." Ed said in a very small voice. He really was just a child…a child that still needs comfort and reassurance that life would eventually work out in the end. That blonde head lowered, his bangs shielding his eyes as his tears spotted the muddy ground at his feet. "I can't go back there just yet. I can't go back to the place where Al died…it's too painful."

"The Rockbells will worry if you don't go back."

Edward shrugged. "I can't face them…"

"And why not…?" Roy's dark eyes narrowed apprehensively. "Fullmetal, you can't stay out here. You'll get sick."

"What's the big deal? Maybe I just want to join my brother. Have you even thought about that?" Edward snapped, and the Brigadier General saw red, his blood boiling as his anger spiked to raging levels.

His sudden movement had caught the grieving and possibly suicidal blonde off guard, so much so that Edward hadn't had a chance to intercept the white gloves that had snatched up his collar in a vice and powerful grip. Th ex-Fullmetal Alchemist found himself hoisted up and off the ground, his legs dangling helplessly as his hands held tightly to the ones at his throat.

"I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again, Fullmetal. Do you hear me?" The Flame growled angrily as he threw the poor teenager to the ground in a disheveled heap. "I swear, if you even consider suicide…oh so help me, Edward."

"This has nothing to do with you, Colonel Bastard." Ed snapped, his voice slightly winded and out of breath, and he forced himself to return to a stand.

"It's Brigadier General, Fullmetal, and yes it has everything to do with me." Roy spat as he glared down at the infuriating blonde, his hands back in his pocket, thankful really that he hadn't had his alchemic embroidered gloves on. "As your ex-commanding officer, Fullmetal, I believe that makes it my business, especially when my ex-subordinate is considering such stupidity. You might not be under me anymore, kid, but I still feel responsible for your wellbeing."

"Don't be an idiot." Edward said irritably, his nose in the air as he dusted himself off with the flick of his hands. "You are not responsible for me in any way. At least not anymore so why don't you just go flirt with some chick or whatever else you usually do, and just leave me alone. I'm not worth your time."

Roy was clearly un-amused. "Kid, you don't know what you are even talking about."

"Like hell I don't." Ed spat as he continued to glower up at his commanding officer with annoyance and anger. "Your reputation as a womanizer is well known all over Amestris, you idiot. I know more about you then you think I do. So don't treat me like a child that doesn't know any better."

A snort escaped the man's lips as Mustang crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I'm not treating you like a child, Fullmetal, but you really shouldn't believe everything you here." Because some things just weren't accurate.

"…So you deny the rumors?"

"Yes, Fullmetal. I don't just sleep with anything that moves for fuck's sake, and why the hell am I ever discussing this with you in the first place. I don't date men..." Roy grumbled irritably, and Ed blinked at his statement.

"How would I know? Neither do I." The blonde said lowly, his eyes down cast, and he turned and slumped down to his knees so that he was eye level with the newly placed tombstone, his fingers tracing along the engraved words that wrote out Alphonse's name. "…I…I wonder what Al would think?"

"If it's concerning your sudden thoughts of suicide, then I'm sure he would be angry and disappointed…" Roy stated offhandedly, not really expecting the blonde to really reply back, but with a small nod, Edward had proven him wrong once again.

"Al wouldn't have wanted me to feel sad and depressed, but how can I not feel this way?" Ed sniffled as his fingers traced over the 'A' and 'L'. "He was my little brother and the only family I had left…"

"You aren't alone." Roy's hand on his shoulder was gentle. His touch so comforting as his voice spoke so unusually mellow and warm. "He'll always be in your heart, Fullmetal, …you'll make it through this…" and Ed found himself overcome with uncontrollable grief and loneliness, but at the same time, he was filled with the comfort and relief of knowing that there was still someone who cared.

"You will never be alone…"

Because he was there, and all negative emotions toward his superior seemed to melt away, even if it was just for a moment.

The mass of blonde that rammed into his stomach and clutched at his clothing with those small hands was unexpected, but Mustang said nothing as he wrapped his arms gently around the boy's small quivering shoulders, and he embraced him ever so tightly as the boy cried his heart out.

He had brought the youth home after that, knowing that Old Lady Pinako would have had his head if he had even attempted to leave the kid out there alone.

"Don't let him do anything stupid."

Those had been the old woman's words when he had passed her by to go check on his grieving subordinate. She hadn't said anything else, but he wasn't exactly suicidal, and he certainly did not want to disobey those words. Because he knew that the woman had a soft spot for that boy. She treated him like her own grandchild. Who was he to go against her wishes?

And so he was here, seated on his black leather couch beside the still sobbing teen. Ever since the blonde had broken down in the cemetery, Edward had simply been inconsolable, and that had left Mustang at his wit's end.

With little idea of how to calm the boy down, he had resorted to the worst thing he could have possibly have thought of, but when you are desperate and tired, and all you want to do is relieve that pain and suffering, sometimes the wisest decisions aren't always made. Mistakes do happen and thanks to this one single event, their lives would soon be turned up on end.

….

"Fullmetal, drink this." Tear filled golden eyes shined with doubt and question as Ed was handed a large bottle of red colored wine. "It might only be temporary but it will help with the pain and the grief…" Mustang explained softly as he sunk down into the sofa beside the still quivering teenager. "It'll also help you sleep through the night."

Just the thought of having the unbearable feelings lifted off of his sub-consciousness, even for just a moment, seemed to be all Edward needed before he willingly took the bottle out of his superior's hand.

As Roy watched that bottle rise to the blonde's lips, he just couldn't help but sigh with relief. At least the boy would be able to rest well tonight, even if it was just for a short while. Though, he snickered inside, the boy would, no doubt, have one of the worst hangovers ever. Red wine tended to do that to that to him at least.

The confused and weary look that crossed the blonde's face after his first taste – something Mustang had internally laughed about, was soon overtaken by the all too familiar signs. No one was really normal while they were drunk, but as Roy had quickly learned, Edward's behavior had become quite strange and unpredictable, so much so that he couldn't quite figure out how to react around this new Edward Elric.

Mainly because his voice had groan slightly higher pitched, almost feminine, as he chattered away about things that really did not make a lot of since to the Brigadier General's ears. Roy held his own bottle and sipped at it lightly, because one of them needed to be at least a little bit sober, otherwise his house would no doubt be left in shambles.

"H-hey, where are you going?" Ed hiccupped as he took another large gulp, his cheeks and eyes slightly red from both intoxication and dried tears.

He vaguely heard the refrigerator close before Roy's voice called out from inside the kitchen. "I'm putting my wine back in the fridge."

"Why?"

He rolled his dark eyes. "Do I really need to explain myself to you, Fullmetal?" He asked as he made his way back into the living room and plopped down into his armchair, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the drunk blonde who was slouched against the cushions. The golden eyes were slightly pink, his gaze hazy and uneven. "Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore…"

Ed's lips twisted into a sad pout and he held the bottle up so he could see how much was left. Not even half. More like a quarter of a bottle. It was no wonder really that the kid was so out of it. "There isn't much left though…"

"That's even more reason for you to stop. Fullmetal, you'll end up with the world's worst hangover if you don't cork that bottle."

But Ed seemed to have other ideas and before Roy could say anything more, he had lifted the bottle back up to his lips and Mustang just gawked as the rest of that wine disappeared down the hatch. Just great. The kid was going to be uncontrollable.

The blonde giggled, his voice so abnormally high and bouncy as he waved the empty bottle around. "See, nothing left now…"

"Fullmetal, please don't blame me if you end up killing over tomorrow, because I'm not taking up the blame." Roy groaned as he propped himself up in the chair and lifted the leg rest up. That kid was just fucking crazy, but he knew better than to even try to leave the kid alone while he was this badly drunk. He didn't even want to think about what Edward could do to his house…or to himself.

So he relaxed and closed his eyes. Sleeping here in the chair wouldn't be that bad. At least he could keep an eye on the boy. Yeah, that would work.

Only his eyes had only been closed for a moment, before he suddenly felt an agonizingly painful pressure as a large weight dropped itself onto his stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Edward had a wide, drunken grin on his lips as he situated himself into a more comfortable position, his legs straddling his superior's waste.

"Fullmetal…" He wheezed. "What in the hell are you doing? Get off…"

The boy just smiled as he stayed seated, and Roy watched in disbelief as the blonde's small fingers came to rest on his own lips. Surely this kid…

His disbelief was soon replaced with alarm when the teenager's soft lips met his and all the Brigadier General could do was lay there beneath the boy, pinned to his own chair, in his own house and living room, and unable to even move an inch to stop this. What else could possibly go crazy?

The answer was unbelievable…

The touch of those lips to his own, and the feeling of Ed's weight on his pelvis, was enough to spark a reaction from the Flame's neither regions, and Roy felt himself grow hard, unbearably so.

"Mustang…" Edward hummed against his lips, his fingers digging deeply into the man's darker locks as the teenager loomed above. And as the boy pulled away, those golden eyes full of drunken desire, Roy finally realized that something wasn't quite right with this picture. His eyes immediately lowered from the blonde's heated face and down on to the boy's pants, or more precisely onto the boy's leather covered crotch.

What bothered Roy Mustang the most was not just the actions that Edward was performing, but the fact that he couldn't feel, nor see a bulge in those leather pants, and with Ed's close proximity, the blonde should have been turned on. So why wasn't he?

He could literally feel as Ed's body convulsed with pleasure when he lightly touched the blonde's crotch. The blonde's legs squeezing against his own body, as the teenager's blissful and drunken gaze drifted down to that hand.

And then as if a sudden light bulb had gone off, the blonde's eyes grew massive and Edward tried to scurry off of his superior's lap, his mind suddenly clear and sober, but Roy's grasp on his wrist prevented his escape. With a grip so strong and unbreakable, he managed to flip their positions so that Edward was pinned beneath his own weight, and locked the blonde in place.

"Get the f-fuck off!" Ed shouted and screamed, his words surprisingly strong as he struggled against his superior's hold.

"Silence!" Mustang ordered and he was met with the angriest, defiant glare he had ever seen on the teenager's face, but he also couldn't help but notice the look of dread that lingered in those golden depths as well. "What is the meaning of this?" He questioned angrily as he gestured down to the blonde's crotch.

The blonde snorted with distaste. "Meaning of w-what?"

"Don't play games with me, Fullmetal. You know exactly what I mean. Either something happened and you ended up having to have your balls and cock removed, or you've been lying this entire time about being male. Which is it?"

When Edward didn't answer, Mustang grasped the blonde's chin and forced him to look into his eyes. "Either you start talking or I'm going to practically rip these clothes off of you so I can find out for myself."

"You can't do that." He sneered with a smirk. Though the effect of that sneer was lost due to the way his words slurred together due to the effects of the alcohol. That look still managed to make Roy's blood boil hotter than ever as he fought to control his temper. "That would be sexual harassment."

Mustang just smirked. "Wanna bet, kid? You were the one that was practically humping me a moment ago. I could say that you were the one that brought it on. Who would they believe? A horny teenager or a man that knows how to keep his pants on?"

Ed stayed silent as he bit his lip. Mustang wasn't leaving him a lot of choice…not after what he had just done. Sure he was drunk and his mind hadn't exactly been functioning correctly. It still wasn't really, but what could he say? He couldn't just deny it, and so with a worried sigh, Ed's fighting ceased, much to the elder man's surprise, and the blonde slowly looked up at his ex-commanding officer, his eyes gleaming with a strong defying look of determination.

He was terrified, relentlessly so, but there really was no going back now.

"…Fine, I'll tell you what happened, but you can't tell anyone…"

Well that's chapter 1 of the new version and I have to say that I like this chapter better than the original. I brought more of Al and Winry into it and I think Al's death and funeral have a bit more an impact, at least in my opinion. Things are mostly the same plot wise but it's a whole new take and more detail, and yet Roy's still finding out the hard way. Lol Yet he doesn't know that Edward's really a girl yet at the moment…or well, is a girl now. X3 He's got his suspicions though since Ed seems to be missing his 'junk' down there. Lol btw, this is still going to be RoyRiza at first so Roy's going to be standoffish and despite the touchy touchy here, there probably won't be any more of this for a while.