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*blinks in confusion* Once again, not sure where this came from. Let me know what you think.

It was perfect.

The array was a masterpiece of design, as well it should be for the task it was design. A task he knew he could do.

It didn't matter what had happened last time. He knew where he had gone wrong, and he knew how to fix it. Ignoring the blood on his hand, he pulled his long hair back into a tail and checked over everything once more.

A form laid in the middle of the array, next to it a pile of componants. The body was disfigured, all the limbs missing. Some sat in a pile nearby, pale against the dark pool of drying blood.

Tucking away a few stray strands of golden hair, he smiled. Everything had been fixed. People who had needed to die were dead, and there was room for them. He had made sure of it.

As he knelt next to the array, he sent up a brief prayer to a god he didn't believe in.

He would get this right. He had to.

Placing his hands on the carefully drawn lines, he grinned.

The array exploded into light.

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He had not expected this when he had come to this backwater town. The rain had made the trip even less enjoyable, but he had slogged on. Mumbling something about idiot weather people, he pulled his hat down tighter, slowly accepting the fact that water was going to continue to run down his back.

Slowly, fighting the mud at ever step, he made his way to the house. It was a nice house, not what he had been expecting, especially not with the letter that sat in his pocket. Still, he had been sent to find out what he could.

Knocking on the door, he hoped that someone was home. After the third knock, however, he heard something scream, accomponied with the flash of alchemy.

He knocked the door in, hands already sliding into his pockets. What he saw made him freeze.

There was an adult, who was crouched next to two young men, boys, really. He turned, startled, letting go of the boy he held. The child scuttled back, hiding behind the slightly slimmer of the pair. Just looking at them, he could tell they were brothers.

"Who are you? What do you think you're doing, breaking down my door?" The man demanded, anger clear in his eyes.

"I'm Lt. Col. Roy Mustang," snapped the newcomer, his eyes flickering between the man and the boys. He took in the array that was on the ground, and the achingly familiar red stones that were scattered everywhere.

Stones that the slimmer boy were slowly reaching for.

Roy didn't pay that much attention to him. Neither of the boys looked old enough to be practicing alchemy, and he didn't think the stones would harm them at all. His attention focused on the man, instead. "I heard a scream. Now, who are you, and what are you doing to these children?"

The man straightened. "I am Hohenheim Elric. These are my sons, Edward and Alphonse. Now what...?"

He never finished the sentence, as there was a crackle of alchmeic reation, and a large spike drove itself through his chest. Looking down, Hohenheim had a rather stunned look on his face as he looked down. It didn't last long as another spike slammed through his head.

Feeling rather stunned himself, Roy stared at the twitching form in shock. Then he looked at the boys.

The slim one stared back for a moment before grabbing a handful of stone and crouching next to his brother. "I won't listen to him calling himself our father. He didn't come when Mother was dying, only in time to bring me and Al back." He then carefully fed the stones to the boy Roy assumed was Al.

Once the stones were gone, Ed looked at Roy again. Holding out his hands, he glared at the man. "I will say he did a good job bringing us back, he even made sure we had our alchemy." Now confusion curled behind the violet eyes that looked at Roy. "But I don't know what we're suppose to do know?"

It was against his better judgement, but Roy knew that he could use these boys. Not to mention that he wanted to find out more of the story, and there was still a letter in his pocket. A letter written in a childish hand that pleaded his father to come home to help his mother.

A father that this boy had just killed in cold blood.

"Why don't you come with me," Roy heard himself say. "I can give you someplace to stay for a while, if nothing else."

Edward looked at him, as if measuring his soul. It made Roy uncomfortable, but then the boy smiled. It was a dark smile, true, but a real one. Holding one hand out to Al, who was looking more aware of his surroundings, Ed stood up.

"Fine," he said. "We'll go with you for now, Lt. Col. Mustang, but remember this. If you hurt my brother in any way, I will kill you."

Roy knew that was no idle promise. "Agreed." Now he smiled. The chaos after the Fuhrer's death had not been pretty, but now he might have a weapon in gaining the title for himself.

"Let's leave before anyone else shows up." he finished, then stepped back into the rain. He realized that the boys weren't behind him, and he paused. There was a loud crash from inside, and as he turned to go back in, there was the roar of a fire starting.

Outlined in flames that were just starting, the boys came out. Roy smirked, and when they had reached his side, he touched the array that was in his pocket. The fire began to burn unnaturally, completely covering the house in just moments.

Ed and Al watched silently for a moment, then turned their backs. "Let's go, Mustang-san," said Al, his eyes the same violet as Ed's. "We don't need anything here."

Ed laughed. "How perfect," he chuckled. "He came back after we didn't need him, and now we won't need him ever again. Let Mother deal with him now."

All three walked away from the fire.

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