XV: Fight

Roy hissed and growled at the word ‘Fuhrer’. That did not bode well for the three. That man had been the bane of his existence ever since he joined the military. But Roy had to thank Bradley for bringing him closer to his lieutenant. Without Bradley’s interference he would have never been with his dog and then Maes wouldn’t exist.

“I’ll rip that bastard apart. Dumb fools didn’t check my pockets before throwing me in that god damned cage.” The Taisa purred, pulling out his ignition gloves. That would make the fight so much easier.

“You’ll be murdered before you can even get near him. Those soldiers aren’t playing around about the Fuhrer’s safety.” Havoc whined, ears falling against his skull as his tail drooped pathetically. Roy just smiled and scratched the dog’s ears.

“It’ll be all right, Jean. Don’t worry. They won’t fight back, I’m sure of it.”

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off and sighed. He knew it was pointless to argue with his Taisa.

Roy nodded and ascended the stairs, disappearing behind the door. It left Havoc and Ed alone in the darkness of the damp basement.

“Hey, lieutenant Havoc. Any chance that what you lost is down here?” Edward asked, looking up at the dog chimera. He sniffed about and sighed pathetically.

“No. If he was down here, he’d be whining. His scent would be down here as well, but I neither hear or smell him.” The dog slumped onto the ground with a whimper, he hoped he wouldn’t lose his son and his lover, but even he was doubtful at this point.

Roy closed the door and looked around. The Fuhrer sat there, drinking a cup of tea. He smiled and set the cup down.

“I was wondering when you’d get up here, Mustang. You’re lucky I sent Fullmetal down there, or you and that mutt would have starved.”

Roy snarled, ears drawing back. “You’re a bastard! A sick and twisted bastard.”

“Am I Mustang? I’m not the one who’s a feline.” He growled, getting up from behind his desk. He took his sword from his sheath and lifted his eye patch.

Roy just growled with determination. He was not going to lose to one like Bradley. There was just no way.

Roy snapped just as he narrowly dodged the sword aimed for his throat. Bradley was consumed with flame, but he continued approaching the cat chimera. His flesh was peeling off, blood boiling, but he kept coming.

His ears fell back as he snapped again, but still the homunculus came. The cat hisses and scarcely dodged the sword stroke, but not fast enough for it shredded his shoulder.

This fight seemed hopeless.

XVI: The Skull          

         Havoc heard the fight going on upstairs quite clearly and it drove him mad. It really did.

            Edward tried to calm the collie down but to do avail. Not even an ear rub would calm Roy’s worried lover.

            He whined and whimpered as the fight continued. Fire licked under the steel door, proving that Roy was still alive. But how long would that last?

            Havoc stopped whining and sniffed about. He could smell Fuhrer Bradley as if he was down there. It was like he was down there with them. Yet that was impossible unless he had a clone.

            Jean was thoroughly confused. He continued sniffing around the dungeon. He ended up near another cage covered up with a deep vermillion blanket.  He pulled it off and saw a skull inside. It seemed to grin at him with soulless eyes until Ed came over.

            “That’s it!” He said as his eyes widened. “That’s how you kill Bradley!” He shouted as he scrambled with the keys to open the cage.

            He opened the cage and pushed the skull into Havoc’s hands. He nodded toward the door. “Give this to the colonel. It’ll help him kill the Fuhrer.”

            The collie nodded and scurried up to the stairs to the door. He hesitated before opening it. He nearly screamed at what he saw.

            Bradley had Roy pinned against the wall, twisting the swords into both his shoulders. He howled in pain, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth.

            “Quick! Havoc, throw it into the fire!” Roy yelled before a scream of agony ripped through his lips. Blood stained his clothes, his face; Jean was surprised the Taisa was even alive.

            The lieutenant tossed the skull into the flames, just as Bradley charged him. The sword slide into his chest, right through the path of the bullet.

            Bradley growled, glared at Jean once last time before melting into a pool of red liquid. That left Roy and Havoc alone in the office. Soldiers rushed in to put the fire out. They stared at the two surviving chimera in shock.

            “What…happened?” One asked, still in astonishment.

            “The Fuhrer died for his illegal creation and imprisonment of chimera.” Roy said, a certain force in his voice.

            A soft whine was heard from under the Fuhrer’s desk. Havoc’s eyes widened, his ears fell back.

XVII: The End of it All

            Ed started heading over to the hospital a bit earlier than Roy wanted him to. He figured that Roy wouldn’t mind seeing his baby boy now. Besides, he was bored and honestly, so was Maes. The boy was falling asleep in Edward’s arms. And as cute as it was, the child probably missed his fathers.
            He figured Havoc would be overjoyed to see Maes again. After all, he seemed to have strong motherly instincts despite being…the father? Ed didn’t know how that worked, but who was he to judge. It was cute nonetheless.

            He was used to getting stares because of his short stature, but now it was because of Maes. No one was really used to seeing a puppy chimera before. Especially not one that looked exactly like lieutenant Havoc.

            He arrived at the hospital and saw Roy standing over Havoc’s bed. The dog chimera was still out cold, his ears twitching at the sounds of Ed’s boot steps. Roy looked up when he saw Edward approaching.

            “Is he…Ok?” The teen asked uncertainly.

            “Yeah. He’ll make a full recovery. But he’s not allowed to leave until he fully heals.” Roy reported with a slight frown. He took Maes from Ed and nuzzled his son. He giggled and wrapped his stout arms around his father’s neck. The cat purred contently as he scratched at Maes’ soft belly.

            “That’s good. What about you, Fuhrer Mustang?” The teen asked with a grin.

            “Of course. I only had my shoulders stabbed. They hurt, but I’m fine. It won’t kill me or render me useless.”

            “That’s good.” Ed looked down at Havoc. “What’s going to be your first order of business?”

            “Promote the ones who helped me to the top and clean up this country. It’s in terrible shape and has an even worse reputation.” Roy said with a sigh. He had a long road ahead of him. “Havoc will be promoted to General. He’ll also be my top adviser.”

            “Really? Is that because you sleep with him or because he actually helped you the most?” Roy chuckled and shook his head.

            “Because he’d be a big help. As would Hawkeye, so she’ll be one of my Generals as well.”

            Havoc stirred and opened his eyes. “Chief? What happened?” He asked, holding his head. The pain medication probably made him a big woozy.

            “We won, Havoc. He defeated the Fuhrer. I’m the new Fuhrer.” Roy answered with a smile.

            “That’s great, Roy! Is Maes Ok?” Roy nodded and handed their son to Jean. He cuddled the boy and nuzzled his chest. Maes giggled and batted at his father’s floppy ears. Havoc chuckled and smiled. Maes was such a good kid.

            “Jean, we need to discuss our future.” Roy said, sitting beside the dog chimera’s hospital bed.

            “Sure chief. But can we do it tomorrow? All this excitement is making me tired. Or it’s just the sedatives.” He muttered, ears falling back. His tail flopped over the edge of the bed and into Roy’s lap. The Fuhrer took it between his fingers and rubbed it gently.

The End