Mustang dusted himself off and stood. He spoke to his men as Hawkeye handed Edward a coat. "That was a close one Fullmetal." He spoke clearly.  "Yah, wasn't it Alphonse?" Nothing. "Alphonse?" A metal hand was flung a crossed Edward's face. "Why didn't you run when you had the chance?!" Edward looked at his brother. "They could've hurt you!" He argued. "But they could have not!" "I wasn't going to take that chance!" Edward yelled, everyone stared. "Isn't that what life is? Taking chances? What was I supposed to do alone?!" Alphonse screamed. Edward sighed, looking up, letting the rain slide down his face. The sticky liquid slowly detached from his chin and he smiled. "We're a mess aren't we?" He said, letting out a small laugh. Alphonse nodded. "Did you know he was empty?"
    
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     Dākurōzu got to her office, and sat in her chair, pulling up her guitar. She gave it strum, and tightened the strings. Before she could start the song, the man burst in the room. Sighing, she set the guitar on the stand. "Hello?" She said. "Where is he?" She looked up at him. "Elric? I didn't get him yet." The man turned around, his hand on his head, frustrated. "Hey! I said in a week, not two days!" Dākurōzu explained. "I know, I know. I was just, agh." He stared at the ceiling. "What are you in a rush for?"  She asked. "He's in the way." She stared. "Of what?" He switched and looked at the floor. "Gah, just get the job done." He said as he walked out. "Geesh." She said, picking the guitar back up.