Six Year Olds are Handfuls

Written by: YAJJ

A/N: I've wanted to do this idea for a while, but then I got the real, true inspiration from Phoenix-Fire Power's adorable child!military family group. It was called A Role Reversal. And it was awesome. Definitely a must-read. And, it was adorable. Just to let you know. :D

You know, I think from now on, if you review and you have an account, I'll message you my response. If you don't, then I'll just post it on here. I like that idea ;) But I'll still write down the names of all who reviewed... like everyone else... :D

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

"BULL$H!T!"

The entire building shook with the force of the cry. It came from the bottom floor of the Central Military Base, office of one Colonel Roy Mustang.

Mustang stared at his 15-year-old subordinate, who had slammed his hands down on his desk. He was holding a look of shock- and of hurt.

"So you haven't told a single person? I don't care if I'm a hypocrite, I'm not the one has been hiding such a secret for 24 years! I mean, what the hell were you thinking?" Edward snarled. He dug his fingers into his commanding officer's desk.

Mustang's dark eyes narrowed at him. "Fullmetal, I'm afraid that I have no idea what you're talking about."

"MORE OF IT! SHUT UP! Why haven't you told anyone about what your dad did to you?"

"What are you-"

"Don't even! I know why you have your office on the ground floor! I can't believe that I never caught this before! You're terrified of heights! Because your dad dropped you from a second story window when you were FOUR!

SMACK

Edward stumbled back in surprise. Mustang had slapped him!

"You don't even know what you're talking about, so shut up, Fullmetal!" Mustang snarled. He went around the desk to the boy. "Now get out of my office." He growled, suddenly dangerously calm.

"I'm not leaving until you confront this. I know how dangerous it is to bottle things up- I can't tell you how many people have told me that… you included!"

"Get out, Fullmetal!"

"No!"

Edward yelped when Mustang shoved him over. He stumbled, crashing into the couch and nearly tripping over it.

"Brother, dno't push it!"

"Shut up Al!" yet, even as Mustang's lean form leaned over him and grabbed his collar, this was exactly what Ed was looking for. For the man who had had his childhood so roughly yanked from him to use the smallest, most minimal way to get a part of it back- even something as childish and simple as a shove. Edward, however, did not attack back. He simply continued his vocal onslaught, knowing that he'd hate himself later. "I know that you are terrified of anything happening to your arms, and that you hate going up to the Führer's office because it's 5 stories up." Ed was slowly getting louder.

"...Shut up, Fullmetal…"

"I also know that as soon as you become Führer, you're going to make sure that you turn the desk away from the window- so your back isn't facing it and neither are you! And you're going to close the curtains and have as many candles and lights in there as possible so you don't need natural light!"

"Shut UP, Fullmetal! I swear to God, you don't even know what you're talking about!"

"I think you're pushing it brother! Don't over do it!"

"I do know what I'm talking about! Wanna know how? YOU TOLD ME!"

"I never told you such lies!"

Edward was having quite enough of Mustang. Finally, he grabbed the man's collar, pushing him back against his desk. "They're not lies! You know that! I know what happened, Al does, Hawkeye does!"

"Get offa me!"

Edward stumbled back, finally just hitting the office floor roughly. He glanced up at his commanding officer. The man's deep eyes were glowing furiously. He barely snarled out, "I will not have my subordinates speaking to me. Not in that tone. You little… you little bastard."

For once, Edward ignored the use of the word little. He attempted to stand up, but Al rushed over and held him down.

Mustang looked up at Alphonse and horror flowed into his eyes. He straightened his back, stepped backwards as though realizing what he'd called the fifteen year old, and took off. He grabbed the door handle, yanked it open and left the room, slamming it closed.

Both Ed and Al winced. "Brother?"

"Huh?"

"I… think you over did it."

End? Of the first chapter, yes.

An explanation of all of what Ed was saying will come in the next few chapters. Well, almost all of the chapters in this story will be an explanation to what Ed said.

I'll update when I can. ;D

Thanks all for reading! Please review!

~YAJJ