Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist

A/N: So I wanted Ed to sing this song, but it would be boring as just a one shot so as I was listening to Requiem For a Dream, I thought up of a story that would allow me to incorporate him singing the song. So here for we go!

By the way, this takes place when Ed is 14 and Al is 12. It takes place before the manga so it is a bit of an AU since there will be an appearance by the Briggs soldiers.

Your Last Day

Chapter 1

Cramped and Suffocating.

That was how Edward was feeling at this moment. It was extremely uncomfortable and he wanted nothing more than to escape from this feeling, but of course, he was kind of stuck here for a while.

Go figure that this was all that damn Colonel's fault.

How the hell did something like this happen? All he wanted was to enjoy a two week vacation from work by relaxing with his brother in Resembool. But noooo. Even on his day offs that damn Colonel just had to pull him back to Central right after he arrived in Resembool with his brother. He had always known that Mustang was an evil psychopath who enjoyed overworking poor kids who weren't allowed to say no.

So now instead of being in Resembool and celebrating Al's birthday, who only wanted the chance to go back home and spread his birthday with Winry, Granny Pinako, and Ed, he had to disappoint his baby brother. Even if Al couldn't show it, Edward knew his brother was upset. Ignoring the fact that he could hear the disappointment in Al's voice, Ed knew his brother well enough to know that he was very upset over this fact. That was why Ed was determined to get this job done quickly and make it back to Resembool in time for Al's birthday.

So was the plan until he actually arrived in Central. Why the hell was Mustang even in Central anyway? He was supposed to be stationed in the east but when he called Ed in Resembool he said to come to Central, which just doubled the annoyance Ed was feeling for his superior. That would just make the trip longer.

And yet the moment he arrived he found that this trip was going to take a very, very long time. That thought was only reinforced by the fact that he was in a coffin six feet under! Damn that Colonel for dragging him into this.

*5*Days*Ago*

"Damn Colonel." Edward grumbled as he ambled off the train with his hands shoved into his pockets. "He's going to owe me big time for this."

"Sheesh, Chief. You seem more agitated then usual." A cheerful voice whispered in the boy's ear, which caused the boy to jerk in surprise and spin around to get a face full of cigarette smoke. He gasped in surprise, which caused him to gulp down more of the smoke so he started to gag and cough into his hands. "Oh, shit."

Ed glared at the frantic looking Lieutenant Havoc whose blue eyes were staring in horror at him. He immediately noticed that the man was wearing regular clothes, instead of his uniform, which he found strange since he thought the Lieutenant was here to pick him up.

"Chief, sorry about that. Don't tell Hawkeye about this. She'll kill me if you die of secondhand smoking." Havoc said worriedly.

Ed rolled his eyes, coughed once more into his hands, and stood up straight. "Havoc, you know how I live, correct?"

Sighing, Havoc ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. "Equivalent Exchange, correct? What do you want in return for your silence?" He muttered.

Grinning, Ed shoved his hands in his pocket once more. "Why was I called out here on my vacation?"

"Come on, Chief, you know I don't have the authority to answer such things." Havoc said with a frown.

"Then I guess Lieutenant Hawkeye will love to know how you poisoned me." Edward replied thoughtfully as he turned to head towards the exit of the station.

Grumbling, Havoc grabbed Ed's forgotten suitcase and followed the boy to the awaiting vehicle outside the station. Though it seemed Ed didn't notice it as he walked right past it until the car door opened and Mustang stepped out into the boy's path. To Ed's surprise, the Colonel was also out of his uniform. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark blue shirt underneath it.

Golden eyes blinked at the man once before his face was set into a scowl. "Son of a–" His growl stopped short and he glared angrily at his superior. "I thought I would have at least had a little bit of time before I had to deal with you again. Why hell did you call me out here, Mustang? You know I was on vacation! You allowed it!"

Ignoring the boy for a moment, Mustang opened the car door to the back seat and motioned towards it. "Get in."

Ed continued to glare at his superior with a stubborn frown. Rolling his eyes at the boy's stubbornness, Mustang put a hand on his back and shoved the boy none too gently into the car and slammed the door shut behind him. Ed landed with a flop facedown on the back seat, which caused him to growl in annoyance and push himself up.

"What the hell, Colonel?" He snapped as Havoc climbed into the driver's seat and Mustang into the passenger's seat.

"We're on a tight schedule." Mustang replied.

The teenager blinked before he looked out the window with a frown. "This is not the direction of Headquarters." He commented as he had been in Central a few times so he knew the route there. His comment was ignored by both adults so Ed sighed and crossed his arms before leaning back on the seat with his eyes glued on the window.

The car's passengers lapsed into silence. While Mustang and Havoc were fine and calm with the silence, Edward was getting fidgety. He was never one to like silence as he has always been such a loud boy. Add that to the fact that he felt like he has been kidnapped and he doesn't have a clue as to where he is being taken, it has made him quite anxious.

"Colonel," Ed muttered.

"You will know soon enough." Mustang interrupted.

Ed growled softly to himself. "Is this even a military mission? You have always given me my jobs at the office."

"Where is Alphonse?" Mustang asked, ignoring Ed's inquires.

"Resembool." Ed muttered. "I was on vacation for his birthday when you forced me to come here."

Mustang raised a brow. "His birthday? You never took it off before. Why would you now?"

"What do you care?" Ed snapped. "You obviously don't as you forced me here for unknown reasons without even asking why I couldn't be here. You didn't even ask why I was asking for a vacation when I first requested it. We could have been in a lot of trouble or really stressed out and needed the vacation, but you didn't care. My vacation was just getting me out of your hair anyway. That was all you cared about!"

The Colonel turned around in his seat to glare at the boy. "I didn't ask because you have never asked for a break before and I believed you deserved one. Plus at the time, there were no new leads, nor did I have any important missions for you."

"Then why, after only having two days off, have you called me back?" Edward demanded.

"Why did you take a break off for Alphonse's birthday this year?" Mustang retorted. "It's equivalent exchange, right, Fullmetal?"

Growling to himself, Edward turned back to the window. As he turned his head, he caught a brief glance of Havoc's tense shoulders. It seems this argument was making him uncomfortable. "There were no new leads and Al wanted a break. It was the only thing he wanted for his birthday this year. He wanted to go home and celebrate it with Winry, Granny Pinako, and me." He said bitterly. "But of course, you just had to drag me away, even though you just said there are no new missions."

Turning back around, Mustang sighed. "They weren't, but something came up. There's a parade in two days."

Ed blinked and turned back to his superior with a scowl. "You brought me back for a parade?" He asked angrily.

"No." Mustang ran a hand through his sleek black hair. "Don't interrupt. This parade will start and end at Central Command. The soldiers are expected to march in. Groups of soldiers from the north, east, south, and west were ordered here to participate in it, particularly those who served in Ishval. Since the war with Ishval ended five years ago, it is being celebrated."

Ed snorted. "Nothing worth celebrating."

Mustang shot him a glare for the interruption. "That is quite true, but it is an order. The parade will feature floats and a performance by a college band during the parade. At the end of it, which will be at Central Headquarters, there will be a ceremony that will allow both civilians and soldiers to attend."

"And why did you have to bring me here for this? It has nothing to do with me!" Ed protested, glaring out the window. He wondered what Alphonse and Winry were doing right now. Al's birthday wasn't for nine more days. He just hoped that he could make it back to Resembool for that. He could only celebrate turning thirteen once.

"You will learn soon." Mustang replied.

"I am really starting to hate that answer." Edward grumbled.

"Did you get the special automail?" Mustang asked.

Sighing, Ed turned back to his superior. "Yes, I got Northern automail. I didn't even know it existed. Why do I need it?"

The Colonel nodded to himself. "Good, good. There is a chance we'll have to go north. It's best for you to have it installed beforehand."

"North, huh?" The boy looked at his automail hand and opened and closed it a few times. When the Colonel called him up two nights ago, he was ordered back to Central, but before he could do that, he was to change his automail to northern automail. It had confused the hell out of Edward so he mentioned it to Winry, who was incredibly excited about getting the chance to try northern automail. Though he was a bit unsure, Ed let Winry and Granny Pinako do what they needed to. Surprisingly, he was very happy with the results since the northern automail was much lighter than his old automail. He felt so much lighter. Something he hasn't felt in years. "What's up north?"

And once more, he was ignored and just fell into silence. Mustang never gave him information until it was time.

Forty minutes later Havoc slowed the car down near a warehouse. He pulled up to a door that was the size of a garage door and honked his horn in three short bursts. In the back seat, Ed raised a brow, curious as to what was going on.

A few moments later the doors were lifted, and to Ed's surprise, it was opened by Breda and Falman, who like Havoc, were dressed in regular clothes. With the door opened, Havoc drove into the warehouse. Ed twisted around in his seat to see Breda and Falman closing the door.

"What the hell is going on, Colonel?" Edward demanded, confused and very curious now.

Once again, Edward was ignored as the two adults chose to climb out of the car instead of replying to him. Getting more and more annoyed with all the ignored questions, Ed clambered out of the car and was able to fully see the inside of the warehouse. Instead of just being filled with crates, this warehouse was filled with them but they were lining the walls and going a bit inwards to make it look like the warehouse was filled with only crates. But it wasn't, and Ed knew this because Havoc drove far enough into it to bring them to the center of the warehouse which was empty of crates. Though it was empty of crates, it was not empty at all. All around were tables that were piled with files, communication equipment, guns, and ammo. On one side of the area was a movable whiteboard and a movable bulletin board. On the bulletin board was a map of the country with red and blue pins on it and red lines drawn all over the place. The whiteboard had notes written on it, but what really caught his attention about the board was that in big green letters it said, "Target: Fullmetal."

Target? Target for what? As far as he knew he didn't make any big enemies that it would require all of this to be happening in secret or to have this many soldiers around. This warehouse was full of soldiers, who were working on something or just lazing around as they waited for something. Even though they were all dressed as civilians, Ed knew they were soldiers. If not because of the way they were standing or handling the weapons, then because there was no way that Mustang would let civilians get involved in….whatever this was.

From one of the tables, Kain Fuery looked up from his radios and transmitters and smiled at Edward. "Hey Ed."

Ed blinked. "Hey, Fuery." He replied before looking back at the whiteboard in confusion. Why was someone targeting him?

"Fullmetal." Mustang barked without stopping as he was walking away from Ed. "Follow."

Rolling his eyes, Edward ran after his superior to catch up with him. When he reached him, he slowed his pace as he was led through an alley that was between two rows of crates. He figured that Mustang was leading him to a private area that would be used as his office here. What an egotistical bas–

Ed's thoughts cut themselves off when he saw that the area Mustang led him to was a square shaped area between the crates, but it was not designed like an office. It was designed like a small bedroom. It only contained a bed, a dresser, and a few books. Confused, Ed spun around to face his superior. When he did that, Mustang put his hand on his chest and pushed him onto the bed.

"This is your room for the duration of your stay here in Central." Mustang said, watching Ed's expression carefully.

As Mustang expected, Edward was shocked and started to look around at the small area his superior had claimed he was going to be living in. It was so small, Ed would have thought that the Colonel was making a sarcastic joke about his height, but the dark expression Mustang was wearing and the fact that a smirk was missing cut that thought off for Ed.

"I think I'll just stay in the dorms or better yet, find a hotel." Ed said, attempting to climb to his feet, but Mustang pushed him back down.

"I can't let you do that, Fullmetal. There is a reason I ordered you here." Mustang replied.

"And you've yet to tell me!" Ed retorted, stubbornly causing his arms. He noticed Havoc entering the small area with his suitcase, which he put at the end of the bed before standing behind Mustang. Brows furrowed, Ed frowned once more. "Where's Lieutenant Hawkeye?"

Mustang released a deep breath before looking directly into Ed's bright, confused gold eyes. "She is preparing to kill you."

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