[Steel Flame Steel] Blue Lion

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Ed thought that he might have begun to regret taking this kind of task, when he saw the black-haired man smiling at him roguely, then pointing to his left eye and shrugging innocently.Compared to Ed, Roy seemed much more comfortable. He half-lyed on his bed and waited for the blond officer to bring his dinner.

In fact, Ed's injury was worse than his own, after all, his lung was almost destroyed.But as a brigadier general, he had to deal with many problems caused by the death of the president. In fact, he had much less time to rest than Roy.Not that Roy didn't need it, but the generals thought Ed would be a better fit for the job.

"Can't you move yourself?" Ed frowned at Roy in disgust. The gentle smile on the man's face always overwhelmed him. He could accept any expression from Roy, but this one would make him He felt uncomfortable - he was obviously an incompetent bastard, why did he smile at him like that.

"It was you who said you were responsible, Ed." Roy retorted without thinking.

"I really hope you can understand my injury, Colonel." Ed maintained the posture of holding the bowl with his left hand, and then under Roy's gaze, his stable hand suddenly twitched.

It seemed uncontrollable, and Roy picked up the message from the look on Ed's face.

Roy took the bowl, his intuition told him that there must be something wrong with Ed's left hand.He knew that Ed liked to use his left hand more than his right hand, after all, it had a human touch, but this time... it seemed a little different.

"It's a nerve." Ed explained calmly, as if the wound didn't belong to him at all.The blond officer slowly raised his hand in front of him, staring seriously at the left hand that would twitch even if it was still, "Enwei's attack hurt the nerves of my left hand - I missed the best treatment In time, it will probably continue to be like this in the future.”

Compared with Roy, who looked tangled, Ed didn't have much thought about this.It is extremely lucky to be able to survive, who cares whether the nerves in the palm will leave sequelae?

Except for Roy, almost no one knew what injuries Ed had suffered, and those generals took Ed to participate in these missions that could not be refused.

After thinking for a while, Roy put the bowl in his hand on the bedside table, and then waved to Ed.

He watched the blond officer walking towards him slowly, and for some reason it always felt like he had crossed an impossible distance—like a very virtual existence like time and space.There was a thick bandage under the azure blue military uniform, and Roy guessed that Ed might even have a burning pain in breathing.

Suddenly he felt that meeting this person was probably the luckiest thing in his life.He couldn't imagine that if he had dropped out of the military academy because of his master's orders, or if it had only been a second's difference, and he had arrived before or after the officer showed up at the gates of the military academy, they would not have formed the relationship they have now.

He might stay in the office of the Eastern Command with nothing to do, ignorant of the so-called Philosopher's Stone and artificial humans, and then stare at the vacant presidential position when the entire country begins to change.Maybe he will regard Ed as a political opponent and try his best - what is more likely is that after everything is over, the fullmetal alchemist who originally belonged to the military will quietly disappear, and he may It took several years to get the news.

"I love you." He said it suddenly without thinking, it seems that only in this way can stop those unrealistic fantasies in his heart, as well as the feeling of suffocation caused by fantasies.

Ed, who was trying to test his grip strength, suddenly froze for a moment, and then showed Roy a long-awaited smile.It can illuminate all dark corners - Roy thought to himself.

"Me too." Ed said without any shyness, if his red ears were ignored.

Then Roy stroked Ed's cheek, and he seemed to be able to grow rapidly after losing one eye.When Ed observed carefully, he could no longer find the confusion that existed in Roy not long ago.The remaining black eyes became extremely gentle, followed by the cold touch of the ring.

Roy was eager to make sure of something - he found his heartbeat calmed down again after waking up from the nightmare, and when he saw Ed walking in through the door, instead of lying in a pool of blood with bruises all over his body.

"You won't leave again?" Roy asked this question the most, and Ed would take the trouble to answer it repeatedly.The blond-haired officer was a little surprised why the black-haired man would lose some sense of security. He obviously didn't see his dire situation.

There was no impatient expression on the face close at hand, and Roy heard the same disgusting and contemptuous answer—of course.

Observing carefully again, he found the puzzlement in the golden eyes, "It just suddenly feels like you will reach a place I can't reach." Roy explained thoughtfully, and he himself didn't know why there was such a boring feeling. "It's like you're going to go through a black door and get out." Then his heart, which was already perfectly fine, ached.

Ed was silent.

He knew how it was - through that black door, he would reach a world that no one could touch, a world that was not supposed to be his.He also sometimes thinks in a trance that that kind of thing must happen, and then he starts to hate this kind of self who is terrified because he has experienced it once.

Germany can only give him numbness and suffocating despair. God knows how much he missed the blue sky of Amistoris at that time, and even those never-ending journeys.

"Not confident?" Ed suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a provocative smile, "Then, as you said, it doesn't matter if you put on a shackle or a dog chain - imprison me by your side."

That smile touched Roy's deepest desire and made him smile with relief.Yes, that's right, when he can't even deal with this kind of boring fear—could it be that the war with the President has consumed all his courage and self-confidence—no, everything really started until now.

He will become the president, and then firmly lock Ed by his side.

"I feel that you are a person who will not be satisfied with the status quo...but I will not let you leave willfully." Roy took out a small red box from under the pillow, and threw it to the blond officer.

A ring, of course the same as Ed had given him—plain silver.To be honest, as soldiers, they are not suitable for rings that are too expensive. They need to perform tasks and may be entangled in danger at any time.If Ed was willing to serve him, Roy wouldn't care how much money he spent on buying expensive gifts, but the problem was that Ed wasn't interested in those at all.

Ed stared at the ring with hatred, then rejected Roy's hand, and took it roughly by himself.

"Okay, now I'm yours." He said forcefully, with a serious face, "I need to use the rest of the time to work, so get well soon, Colonel."

He left without looking back, and his footsteps were a little unsteady.Roy can bet that Ed's face covered by bangs just now definitely showed a happy smile.Happiness filled Roy's soul, and he suddenly felt that even if he was asked to review a thousand official documents in one go, it would be no problem at all.

No one would spy on the too-young State Alchemist—it was his now.

After closing the door, Ed slid along the wall and sat on the ground. He covered his hot cheek with his mechanical right hand and tried to calm himself down.He was trembling all over, every cell was screaming with excitement—like a little girl, Ed thought dissatisfiedly, trying to keep these emotions from showing on his face through the cracks in his bones—he had suffered Enough of the ridicule of those generals.

Not five years.Ed thought, he forcibly switched his mind to work, and he stood up against the wall.Because of the rapid breathing, the scar on the chest was involved.He covered his mouth and grunted, continuing to concentrate on his work.

In less than five years, Roy will probably be able to serve as the President, as long as he can successfully complete the work assigned to him by the general - he is clearing obstacles for Roy's path like a subordinate, and sent a gift for that person. own shoulders.Fullmetal Alchemist will always have his own way to solve everything, although he doesn't have any plan - let's do it.

The phone ringing that could not be ignored interrupted Ed's thinking, and he closed his eyes briefly.

"Brigadier General Elric." Ed could hear his adjutant's voice excited, and he was probably very grateful that the officer was able to successfully deal with those monster-like artificial humans, "We have destroyed all the data, and there is no down any clues."

"Very good." Ed breathed a sigh of relief, and tugged at the skirt of his clothes reflexively.As long as all the clues of the Philosopher's Stone are destroyed, those things can only be buried in the long river of history and exist as a kind of legend. "How about the negotiations with the Ishbal people?"

"It's going well." Kles smiled wryly, at least those people didn't show their pistols at them, "but it may take a long time to really resolve the conflict." Who knows how long it will take to heal each other What about interracial trauma—a decade and a half