"This is a bad idea Father is going to kill us." Envy whined as he sat on Edward's bed and watched Ed change.
"Nothing bad will happen, I promise." Ed assured as he pulled on a pair of white gloves to hide his automail hand. Edward looked at himself in the mirror; he was dressed in a black outfit, trimmed in white with a red coat. He pulled on some boots and stuffed Envy into his pocket. He walked out to find Mustang still seated at the table. "Are you ready to go?"
Mustang sighed. "Alright." He walked down the spiral stair case to the base of the tower and looked up at Edward. "You coming?"
Edward smiled and followed, "I'm right behind you."
Mustang walked with the boy as he led the way. He turned to the boy. "How old are you?"
"16." Ed answered.
"Aren't you a bit short for your age?"
"Who are you calling so small you couldn't fry with a magnifying glass?!" Edward ranted, mad.
"I didn't say that!" Mustang stated.
"But you were thinking it!" Ed defended his response. He wasn't use to talking to people, it was odd. "So… how old are you?"
"Really? You're old." Ed said bluntly, hurting Mustang's pride a little.
"I am not old, I'm still in my twenties."
"You are almost old enough to be my father."
Mustang's eye twitched, an hour had gone by since they left the tower, and he already wanted to kill the kid.
They travelled all day and eventually they stopped, needing a break.
Ed helped collect firewood and made a pile, as Ed was out collecting wood, Mustang snapped his fingers causing the ignition gloves to create a spark and ignite the wood in front of him.
Edward came back and laid down his wood he collected and sat before the fire.
Mustang watched as the flames illuminated the teen's golden eyes. "What do you think your parents are going to do when they find you missing?"
Ed shrugged. "It really doesn't matter.'
"Are you sure that your parents won't miss you?" Mustang asked, thinking Edward was a spoiled brat that pitched a fit when he didn't get his way.
"They won't miss me." Edward said, positive by what he was saying.
"What makes you so certain?" Mustang asked with a smirk.
"I don't have any parents."
Mustang paused and looked at the kid in disbelief.
"I live with my adopted father; he told me that my parents died in a fire long ago."
"Oh… I'm sorry." Mustang thought back and remembered Ed's metal limbs. "Is that why you have automail?"
Edward nodded. "My father told me that when they took me to the hospital I was severely burned and they had to remove my arm and leg." Ed gently touched his metallic arm. "I don't mind though. What about you? Do you stay in touch with your family?"
Mustang shook his head. "My parents died when I was 6. Afterward I was shipped off to a military school. I became a high ranking officer, a colonel. I was the youngest person in all history to ever attain that rank at the mere age of 12. But I lost everything the night of the royal kidnapping."
"What do you mean?"
"I was posted to guard the royal twins the night of the kidnapping. I never left my post, yet one of the twins was gone the next morning. They stripped me of my status as a colonel and tried me as an assistant in the kidnapping. I was in prison for 10 years. I was finally released almost 6 years ago, but I am banished from Central."
"Then why are you going to risk taking me?"
"I need that crown."
Guilt hit Edward, but he wanted this. "I promise, I will return the crown to you as soon as we return after seeing Central."
Mustang nodded and laid down. "Get some rest; we have a bid day ahead tomorrow."
Edward laid down with Envy curling up beside him.
Mustang looked at the night sky. Stars were shining brightly above him. He smiled and turned to look at the sleeping teen. He wanted to face palm himself, he couldn't believe he told a complete stranger his past. He looked at the boy with golden hair. There is something off about him.