Chapter 187 - You Chose Badly.

"Fuhrer King Bradley...I don't remember sending you an invitation." Tatsuya glanced at all the soldiers surrounding them before staring up at Fuhrer King Bradley.

"Well, your recent activities have led me to come uninvited. You wouldn't mind answering a few of my questions?"

Tatsuya glared at him, "I guess a talk over a teacup is out of option?"

"Yes..." Bradley opened his eyes, his eye flashed with an eerie light, "It's too late for that."

"Then ask..." Tatsuya didn't even blink as he said.

Fuhrer King Bradley stared down at them. Everyone in the room could feel the air becoming denser, "the place that we were about to raid in the south, Devil's Nest...did you aid its inhabitants into escaping?"

Tatsuya stayed silent for a few moments, "Your information has some flaws, Fuhrer. Or are you suggesting that somehow I knew that you didn't want us talking to the owner there and knew you would come to silence him, so we aided him in escaping? Hoping to meet at some other time to know what he knows? Something you wouldn't want us to know? Then the answer is no."

Roy Mustang, who had been silently watching the confrontation, thinking of a way to help, the two could feel his eye twitch, 'If you talk like that...I can't help you!'

He wasn't the only one Major Armstrong couldn't help but clench his fist. He could feel the sweat drip down from his body.

Fuhrer brushed aside Tatsuya's remark, unlike those two, "and did you get to talk to him?"

"Sadly, that guy is more stubborn - I was thinking you'd have gotten him by now."

"No, we are still looking for him. But I am sure we'll get him soon." Fuhrer King Bradley said, pausing he asked again, "and did you happen to meet a woman, traveling with a fat man?"

"Don't you already know that?... Isn't that why you are here?"

Fuhrer closed his eyes, letting out a breath, "Is that so...it's sad...I actually liked you. A man like you..."

Just as he was about to order, Tatsuya interrupted him, "You chose badly..."

"What's that?" Fuhrer stopped his raising arm.

"You chose badly...You should have chosen a different environment...for an ambush" Tatsuya glanced towards Miyuki, nodding at her. To which she smiled, "It seems it's my turn."

Fuhrer raised his eyebrow when he saw a flash of white lightning, "Shoot!"

Rather than Mustang's fire, or sounds of gunfires, there were just empty clicks and snaps.

"Huh!"

"What's going on?!"

"It's frozen...from inside!!"

"My hands are frozen!!" Mustang shouted.

"The land below me is frozen..." Major Armstrong stared down at the land.

Fuhrer jumped down from the upper floor, landing on the ground, pulling out his sword, "it seems I will have to finish the job."

Miyuki chuckled as if laughing at his arrogance or foolishness, "didn't Onii-sama say...You chose badly."

Fuhrer King Bradley widened his eye when he saw Miyuki open both her palm. There was a unique transmutation array on each of her palms. Different from each other.

Fuhrer King Bradley suddenly felt the creeps when he wanted to rush forth - the lights broke, plunging the room in darkness. The light coming from the open door was the only one in the room, but it didn't matter - he was close. His sword was close to cutting her neck, but Bradley stopped in his track. His eyes widened as much as they could - the unbelievable look in his eyes hadn't disappeared even as he slowly fell to their feet. Even fallen on the floor, unmoving, Bradley could hear the sounds of other soldiers falling. Even with the injuries, he tried to move, barely able to look at them, passing him by "we will meet again, Fuhrer...Next time...will be your last."

Miyuki seemed over the moon since she got to try her new Alchemy. Walking over the injured men, fallen on the ground, she even waved at Mustang, who barely had his eyes open.

Tatsuya glanced at them, their legs, hands - it was as if they were cut by a laser.

Fuhrer Bradley was the one with the most injuries - there weren't just cuts on his body. Miyuki made sure to drill holes multiple holes in his legs and arms to make sure he stays down.

Even while going to their room and putting everything into the system storage, Tatsuya said in wonder, "I didn't think I'd see that ever again..."

Miyuki happily giggled, "Yeah... I didn't think it would be possible. If it wasn't for seeing how a philosopher stone works...I might not have been able to give it that much power or any power at all."

"How does your soul feel?"

"A bit drained...but I'll be back to normal in a few days. That thing though...it was quite thorough with its restrictions." Otherwise, even if she squandered her soul for a thousand years, it wouldn't make her feel drained.

After keeping all the things, Tatsuya put his hand on the wall, it flashed with red lightning, and it turned to sand, "hmm...it really works."

He walked out, "I see what you mean by drained...let's go to my lab...we can recuperate there."

Miyuki looked back at the house, "we can't seem to stay in for long ..."

Tatsuya's eyes turned from house to her, patting her head, "as long as you are with me...no matter where were are...it's like home."

Miyuki smiled with a light blush on her face. She held his hand that was on her head, holding it down, her fingers interlocking with his, "Yeah..."

A few miles away from Central, with nothing but trees and grass in sight till miles, Tatsuya and Miyuki walked down the stairs that led to deeper darkness. The ground moved, covering the stairs, returning the plains to as they were.

A few days passed since the incident, soon Tatsuya and Miyuki were infamous... their wanted posters were on all the walls.

In a Military Hospital,

Colonel Mustang and Major Armstrong were laid on the bed, side by side. Ed and Al had returned to Central, meeting their father and realizing some of the truth behind Human Transmutation. But they were currently here, upset over what had just happened.

"Why are Tatsuya and Miyuki wanted?! And how are you two in bed?!!" Ed shouted at Mustang, who had his finger in his ear. Trying to shut out Ed's voice. While Major Armstrong had an awkward look on his face as he sighed.

"Well, Fuhrer gave the order for an ambush...we couldn't just disobey the orders," Mustang said.

"An Ambush?! How are they? Are they ok?!" Al jumped up in worry. But he didn't realize that his question seemed to have sent Mustand and Major Alex Armstrong into depression. But it didn't escape Ed's eyes.

He looked at them in shock for a moment before his lips turned into a grin. Ed couldn't resist the touch of schadenfreude when looking at Colonel Mustang, "You got your ass kicked, didn't you!!"

Roy Mustang felt an arrow pass through his heart when Ed said it out loud. His action spoke louder than any word, causing Alphonse to tilt his head in puzzlement, "Eh...Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Major Armstrong, who had been feeling down, stared at his tightened fist, "It happened in a moment..."

"What's that?" Ed seemed to have heard something, but not too clearly.

"It happened in a short moment..." Alex Armstrong spoke in a louder voice.

Just then, the door opened, and Second Lt. Riza Hawkeye walked inside.

She glanced at all four of them before silently walking and standing beside Colonel Mustang's bed.

"Please don't mind me and continue."

Alex Armstrong sighed, "We were there...in their house...the two were surrounded by nearly a hundred guards, a few state Alchemists...and even the Fuhrer himself. There was no place to run away...but even then..."

Ed suddenly gulped, "what just happened out there?"

"There was a burst of lightning...and in next moment...the lights went out...they were broken, frozen to be precise." Mustang said, remembering everything that happened, "it didn't end there...there were snowflakes in the air, and then there were light...no lasers that passed through, injuring everyone. I want to say we were lucky, but we weren't. It was so controlled, hundreds of attacks, just causing injury on arms, legs, thighs, just enough to disable us for the moment. Only Fuhrer King Bradley was hurt hard enough for it to be called an injury." He said, showing his wrists covered by the bandages.

He let out a mocking laugh, "they did say...that Fuhrer chose badly...that trick seems to work only in dark places...but it is something to be reckoned with. I wouldn't want to meet her..at night..."

In an underground lair that lay directly below Central,

Fuhrer King Bradley or Wrath was on his knees, his head bowed to the man that sat on the throne, connected with pipes.

The man had a middle-aged appearance with golden hair, golden eyes, tall and broad.

He held a few papers in one hand while on the other, his face rested, "So you capture these sacrifices?"

"My apologies Father...I underestimated them. Next time I'll make sure to drag them in front of you."

The man Fuhrer called Father glanced at him for a moment before throwing the papers aside. With a spark of red lightning, they burned down before they fell to the ground.

"Let it be...they are out of your reach, Wrath...bring me Greed and his four mutts."

Bradley looked up in surprise, "Father, you don't plan to..."

Father, the man with golden hair and eyes, narrowed his eyes, "Yes...I plan on creating the ones that could bring them to me...I am interested in their Alchemy."