Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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“That should’ve boiled you alive!” The man screamed in the alleyway, eyes widening larger than the full moon that illuminated the inky night sky. Four shifted his stance, noticing a smudge of grime on his metal arm that he presumably got while leaping through rooftops of Hyrule Town on this mission.
“I had you!” The criminal yelped, taking two staggering steps backwards. “ What –?”
“If it matters,” Four drawled, flinging off his red coat. “You ruined my sleeve. How about..an ⅛ of a point?”
“Y-your arm?” The man proclaimed. “It’s—automail! And there’s no transmutation circle?”
Here it is , Four anticipated. The shock. The moment of discovery. He couldn’t wait to see this loser’s face as he realized that he was the youngest state alchemist in Hyrule’s history!
“You must be him! You’re the Fullmetal Alchemist!” The enemy yelled, pointing at…
“N-no, it’s not me,” Wind held up his hands as the man ogled at his suit of armor. “I’m his younger brother!”
The man tilted his head. Then glanced at Four again and did a quick double take. “It’s you ? But he’s…a runt?”
“A runt? Can a runt do this?” Four screamed, barely tapping his hands together before slamming his left palm into the brick wall. After a faint ring, the rocks and majority of the uneven pavement transformed into a maze of pillars, instantly trapping the man in a prison of stone.
Wind’s brief sidelong look said plenty. Four merely shrugged. It serves the criminal right for calling me a—
“ You’re Four?” The loser continued, voice slightly muffled from the handful of tiny pillars prodding into his cheek. Despite that, Four seethed. Did the man have to sound so shocked? “I heard the rumors, but I can’t believe a state alchemist could be just a little kid–!”
Oh, that’s it .
“Don’t. Call. Me. Little !” Four shrieked, pounding the wall and transmuting a giant fight to knock that sucker into space—-hopefully he made it into the sun. “Runt” and “little”...Four honestly wasn’t that short! He was barely below average height for his age! It was more likely that his brother was currently 7-freaking-feet tall right now and that distorted people’s perspectives! Surely.
“ Four ,” Wind sighed, his exasperated sigh rattling an echo in his metal suit. “I don’t think the word ‘little’ was a direct insult to your height–”
“Well!” Four shouted, “Even if he didn’t mean it like that, he still pissed me off.”
“ Language .”
Unfortunately, Four could not knock off his brother’s helmet at the moment. A group of policemen were supposedly coming any minute to escort the criminal away. Although it would be hilarious, revealing that his brother was legally headless was not on Four’s to-do list for the night.
A policeman skidded to a stop just before entering the alley, barely concealing his shock as his eyes darted between the two brothers and the criminal. He signaled for three men behind him and they quickly sealed the criminal’s hands into cuffs, ensuring the man couldn’t escape. Four nodded and pressed his hand to the walls, allowing the stone to retransform into its original shape once more.
As the three police officers forcefully walked the criminal away, a recruit came up to Wind with a bright grin.
“Say!” the man cheered, offering his hand to Wind’s and grasping it with an enthusiastic shake. “You’re the Fullmetal Alchemist, aren’t you? Thanks for your help. I was skeptical at first but clearly, you’re quite the fighter—which, I guess is expected from all the stories we’ve heard about you!”
“Uh,” Wind stated ungracefully. “You’re welcome, but…I’m really not the one you should be thanking.”
“No need,” Four said, pretending like he hadn’t just been glaring daggers at the back of the policeman’s head. “We’ve got a train to catch–if all’s done here, we’ll be on our….Hey, why is it foggy?”
Mist immediately filled the air, clouding Four vision. Four tried to wave away the random fog, but it only got thicker and harder to see through.
That’s…not normal.
His only clue was a soft scuffle and a hiss of air before someone cried out “Where did he go?”
Four readied himself for the criminal to retaliate but once the mist finally thinned, there was no evidence of the criminal that they had just captured beside the faint glint of a broken handcuff glistened near a broken, leaking pipe.
“ Steam ?” Four cleared his throat. He hesitated before wailing, “Oh, come on !”
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“Seems like you underestimated your opponent tonight, Fullmetal,” Warriors drawled from his desk, elbows propped on the desk and his hands bent into fists that supported his chin. Warrior's dry, uncannily monotone voice was strangely intimidating. Four resisted the urge to fidget as he forced his posture to relax on the velvet couch. There was a weird sensation churning in his gut that might’ve been from Warrior’s lack of a reaction. Was he angry? Disappointed?
However intimidating Colonel Warriors was, though, it was nothing compared to his Second Lieutenant Artemis. The fact that she simply stood there, broad shouldered with a sternly vacant look was genuinely terrifying. Four didn’t doubt for a second that Lt. Artemis could take down anybody in Colonel Bastard’s room and not even crack her ever-present blank expression.
Wind and Four decided to guess how many weapons Lt. Artemis had on her person while on the clock. Major Twilight Armstrong had overheard their underestimated guesses and his laughter rang through the halls.
Wind sat with his gauntlets resting neatly on his knee guards, somehow representing both innocence and meekness while being a 7 foot case of metal and a little brother. He typically listened with full attention while the Colonel enjoyed the sound of his own voice.
Four propped his head up with his hands while leaning on the backrest as he asked, “Who was that guy anyways?”
“You’d know if you’d listen to the briefing I told you to listen to,” Warriors snapped immediately, unfazed. Four bit the inside of his cheek. Crap , I totally forgot about that . “But no-o-o . You just had to go charging right in…”
“Yeah yeah, I got it!” Four hissed, waving his hand. “Sorry, whatever.”
“Next time a superior tells you to pay attention, you might just try it.” Warriors huffed. Dammit, even the lieutenant looked smug! “You’ll find that next time you go against a former state alchemist, you’d be more careful.”
“Former?” Four echoed.
Warriors nodded. “The Freezer Alchemist. He has been framed for the murder of 2 civilians and 1 officer and his arrest is of top priority. He is wanted dead or alive.”
“I’m not killing anybody,” Four muttered under his breath. “You can’t make me.”
It was his own promise. His vow. That no matter what the military ordered him to do, he wouldn’t— couldn’t –become a murderer.
Warriors sighed, standing up and slowly treading across his office to gaze out on the city. The moonlight highlighted his sunken cheeks and determination in his blue eyes. “I’m not saying you need to. Be on alert though. An educated guess is that he’ll go after another state alchemist, and he knows who you are now.For tomorrow, Major Twilight will stick to your side until the Freezer Alchemist is detained.”
“Oh come on!” Four scoffed. “I don’t need a babysitter!”
“Hmm. Independent now, are we?” Warriors drawled with a sudden change of expression, smirking as he glanced at Four out of the corner of his eyes. “Since you’re so incredibly self-sufficient, tell me: how has the search to get your original bodies been going?”
Four clenched his fist. “Well, if you ever gave us more time to look–!”
“Colonel Warriors!” a voice called from the hallway moments before a man barged through the double doors with a smile bright enough to power a whole city. “Yo, Warriors! How are you doing this fine evening?”
“Yes, Lieutenant Loft?” Warriors grimaced, speaking as if his teeth were glued together from anger. The guy— Loft –seemed vaguely familiar. He was clearly an adult, but not quite as old as most of the people here. Maybe around Colonel Warrior’s age? Between his wind blown hair and infectiously joyous smile, the sense atmosphere of the room faded instantly as Lt. Loft let out a loud, easy burst of laughter.
“Oh, who are these two?” Lt. Loft gasped, looking between Four and Wind. He stared for several moments at Wind and Four could see the gears slowly turning in the man’s mind. “The…Sword brothers, right? You’re the Fullmetal Alchemist! Pleased to meet you!”
He shook Wind’s hand with enough force to rip it off. Despite not having a real expression, Four could practically sense Wind’s unease as he piped up, “I’m not the Fullmetal Alchemist. That would be my brother, over there.”
“Oh!” Loft exclaimed. “My apologies. I wasn’t expecting you to be–”
Say it, I dare you. Call me a little kid one more time and I’ll—
“-so…er, stylish!” Loft finished, shaking Foue’s hand so hard that his shoulder hurt. “Nice to meet you, Four! Wow, we really should talk about the uniforms changing to red, that’s a far better color than navy! Although, a nice forest green would be excellent too.”
“ Sky ,” Warriors sighed. “Is there a reason why you’re in my office and interrupting my meeting?”
“Yes, actually,” Loft hummed, fishing into his coat pocket and pulling out a notebook that looked more rough than Warriors’ wrinkles. Loft sniffed, revealing a picture of a woman and a young child in a small picture, both smiling with identically bright blue eyes and long, golden hair. “Little Zelda’s birthday is coming up! She’ll be three years old—can you believe it? 3! It feels like only yesterday when Sun and I got married and—”
“Sky, please,” Warriors groaned. “This really isn’t the time for this—”
“Look at her and tell me she isn’t the most beautiful little girl on the planet!” Loft cried, shoving the picture into the bastard’s face. “My little Zelda…Shame on you, Wars! And here I was going to invite you for dinner this weekend…Zelda is always asking for her beloved Uncle Wars! She misses you dearly. Speaking of dinner,” Loft continued. “I assume that this meeting was about a mission, right? I’m sure you boys are hungry, especially if you went on a mission. My wife Sunny and I would be happy to have guests at dinner tonight!”
“W-we were just going to get some food at the cafeteria,” Four tried.
“Oh, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried my wife’s apple pie!” Loft said. “That settles it. Come over to my place and stay for dinner; Sunny and Zelda will be happy to meet you!”
“That’s okay, Mr. L–uh, Lieutenant Loft!” Four coughed.
“Sky is fine,” The man nodded. “Makes me sound younger, don’t ya think? Unlike Colonel Warriors.” He shuddered. “You’re practically asking to be called an old man!”
Four couldn’t resist shooting a smirk at his superior officer from across the room. Warriors gave Sky his classic ‘pretending to be unamused but extremely disappointed’ expression. “Was that necessary?”
“Of course,” Sky grinned, wrapping his arm around Four and Wind’s shoulder and dragging them to the door without any warning. “Alright, time to go! You’re going to love Zelda, I just know it! Bye Warriors! Don’t be such a stick in the mud! And take care of him, won’t ya Artemis?”
She smiled softly. “Of course, Sky. Tell Zelda and Sunny hello for me.”
“Will do!” Sky grinned and slammed the doors closed.
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“We’re not getting kidnapped, right?” Wind commented idly as he matched Four’s begrudging pace through the nicest part of town. The street lamps showed off the signs decorated in extravagant silver that reminded Four of vines. Apartments loomed on the tops of stores, each with an overhead balcony with a couple chairs or a small garden bed secured to the wall. It had taken months to process how cramped Hyrule Town was compared to the Outset Village where Wind and Four were from. In Hyrule Town, homes and businesses were piled on top of each other like children's blocks. Despite the city’s attempts to plant trees and maintain a pathetic excuse for a ‘yard’ to make it feel free, the city truly felt like there was too much and not enough at the same time.
“He’s the Colonel’s friend,” Four whispered. “Plus, he’s not an alchemist. We could escape.”
Wind hummed. “You didn’t answer the question, though.”
Four shrugged. “We’ll find out soon enough.”
Even though it was definitely wrong, it never failed to make Four laugh whenever Wind tried to roll his eyes. It never quite worked, despite his very valiant attempts. “Brother…seriously? Would it kill you to be a bit more precautious?”
Four heaved a dramatic sigh. “It would ruin my reputation.”
“Your height already ruins your reputation–”
“Shut up, guppy .”
Sky snickered. “You two really are siblings! If you’ll believe it, Wars and I used to act the same way!”
A pause. Then–
Wind caught on to it first. “You and the Colonel are siblings ?”
Sky pressed a finger to his lip. “Yup! It’s kind of hush-hush, but since I know that you two won’t let it go until I give you a straight answer, here’s the short story: We were both adopted to the same family and raised…mostly together. We reunited as soldiers in the Sheikah War.“
Wind and Four mulled it over in the brief but content silence that followed. There wasn’t much to add or say about the massive genocide of a war that ended 9 years ago. Four had only been a child while it happened. It was hard enough to imagine Colonel Bastard as a child, much less brothers with the literal embodiment of sunshine, and much less fighting together. Those two could easily have been one of the many faces that stormed through the fields of Kakariko Village during the War.
Sky began climbing a set of stairs to a grand apartment, digging in his pockets for his keys with muttered sounds of annoyance.
“Sky?” Four dared as he followed behind the man. If he got kidnapped today, then so be it. But he had to know one thing.
“Who’s the older brother?”
Sky snorted. “Me, of course! Warriors is the little brother of the whole family.”
“See! I told you!” Four spun around to his brother. “There was no way he could be the oldest child.”
“For the record, I never said he was the oldest ,” Wind deflected, though it wasn’t very convincing from the pout in his tone. “I just figured he didn’t have any siblings.”
Sky exclaimed softly as he found the keys, grandly shoving the door open as he gestured for Wind and Four to shuffle inside.
“He was definitely the youngest and acted as such,” Sky said. “Oh, he’ll hate me for this, but you two have really grown on me. Perhaps, after dinner, you’d like to see some photos from our childhood?”
Four and Wind ran inside so fast that Wind’s armor arm threatened to fall out of socket.
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For a moment, all Four could see was little baby Aryll, her bright blond hair tied into two low buns and her wispy little bangs poking every which way as she skipped around their warm, homey living room. Wind must’ve seen it too, judging by the way he hesitated in the doorway.
But it wasn’t their sister Aryll. The young Zelda Loft carried herself excitedly and cheerfully in her blue dress with embroidered birds as she babbled in either full on sentences or random sputtering noises.
“Daddy!” she cried, stumbling towards Sky and nearly tripping herself in excitement. “Daddy’s home! Daddy!”
“Aw, come here, baby!” Sky scooped tiny Zelda into his arms, blowing a raspberry into her cheek and beaming at her delighted giggles. “Hey, where’s Momma?”
“I’m here, love,” Sky’s wife, Sunny, announced as she trailed into the entryway, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail and her apron speckled with stains. “Just in time for dinner, I—oh. Who are these two?”
“State Alchemists,” Sky replied easily. “I’m sorry for such a last minute notice, but Warriors was just going to let them eat that nasty cafeteria food for the who-knows-how-maneth time and I figured that after the mission they had tonight that they needed some real food. I’m sorry for not thinking to call you about it earlier.”
“It’s alright, I truly don’t mind,” Sunny nodded, stepping closer to press a kiss to Sky’s scruffy beard. Zelda took that as a sign of offense and began poking her own face without much coordination.
Four didn’t really know what else to do but stare at the endless family pictures lining the halls. He’d heard about Zelda, yes, but seeing her in person with her mom and dad, it…It was already bad enough being welcomed into a stranger’s home with a loving family. But this….Four told himself it was the affection that made him want to squirm instead of the envy that it truly was.
Thankfully Sunny understood whatever message Zelda was trying to say. Sky and Sunny both pressed their lips to their daughter’s face and she squealed . It genuinely hurt Four’s ears.
“I cooked somewhat of a feast tonight, so I guess everything will work out,” Sunny grinned. Even though tiny Zelda was missing two teeth, Four had no doubts that Zelda would have the best smile in history with her parent’s genetics. “What are your names?”
“I’m Four, the Fullmetal Alchemist, and that’s Wind,” Four spoke up, grateful to move on from the onslaught of tenderness. “Wind’s my little brother.”
Zelda had been disguising herself as innocence, pretending to merely babble. But she could clearly talk as she proudly proclaimed, “But you’re little!”
Wind snorted. Eye twitching, Four heaved a breath to calm down. He was 15 , he was still growing !
“Little brother!” the young girl rambled, pointing at Four. “And big brother!” She tried to reach the top of Wind’s helmet and failed entirely. “Wow, so big!”
“No,” Four gritted. Was he really arguing with a toddler? “You’ve got it backwards. I’m the big brother.”
“But you’re little ,” Zelda announced with a beaming, gummy grin. “You’re the little brother!”
Dammit .
“I am not little!” Four hissed, feeling Wind’s gauntlet’s pick him up off the ground before he could charge at the kid. “I am a state alchemist, the Fullmetal Alchemist, and–!”
"Thank you for welcoming us into your home, Mrs. Loft,” Wind said carefully. “We really appreciate it.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Sunny agreed. “I’m sure you didn’t plan for this either. My husband’s quite enthusiastic and convincing when he wants to be.”
“Hey!” Sky said with a slight laugh, following his wife into the dining room where a concerning amount of steaming hot dishes were already set on the long sage green table cloth. “I swear on my life that these two came on their own accord!”
“That’s exactly what a kidnapper would say,” Wind commented quietly, nudging Four’s shoulder.
“I don’t care as long as we get to eat some of this food,” Four hissed under his breath while he ogled at the dining table. “Quiche? Score. And think about the blackmail we could get on the Colonel!”
Wind huffed. “Utilizing childhood blackmail on our superior officer feels very illegal.”
“Wind, does it look like I’ve ever cared about how legal or illegal something is? Oh, don’t give me that look—Come on!”
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“Hey, brother?”
Typically, Wind only addressed Four as ‘brother’ if he was really, really annoyed or if he needed Four’s attention. The eldest turned on his side to observe the younger, seated at the foot of the bed. Moonlight seeped from the open window while the curtains gently swayed from the ceiling fan.
“Yeah, guppy?”
“How was the quiche?” Wind asked. “It looked really good.”
“It was,” Four reminisced. “Almost as good as Mom’s.”
“Really?” Wind exclaimed. “I’ll have to write it down then! I wish I could’ve eaten it, Ms. Sunny looked so sad that I didn’t try it.”
The familiar pang of guilt knocked on Four’s heart, forcing it to skip a beat. But he propped his head up with his arms, smiling instead. “Put it at the top of the list for later!”
“Sure,” Wind agreed, scribbling on his leather bound notebook. There was a brief silence until Wind murmured, “Zelda kind of reminded me of Aryll. Do you think she’s doing okay?”
“I’m sure she’s fine, probably happy to be causing chaos with Tetra,” Four answered easily. “Grandma already promised to keep her safe. We’ll call once we get this bad guy arrested, how about that?”
“That’s what you said last time,” Wind snickered. “I just think you’re scared of how Tetra’s going to react to hearing her precious automail getting scuffed-up.”
“I’m not scared of her, she just hates me,” Four waved a hand. “I think the only reason why she answers my calls is to talk to you.”
“Not all the time,” Wind argued, though there wasn’t much he could defend himself with. Tetra and Wind had always been close, with little Aryll leaping at any chance to hang out with the ‘cool older kids’. “And I want to hear from Aryll! It’s been so long.”
He paused. Four waited, having a suspicion that Wind wasn’t quite done yet.
“I really hope we get our bodies back soon,” Wind murmured, almost breathless. As if he was scared of confessing it.
Another round of guilt rammed into Four’s chest but he ignored it. Wind’s got it worse than him, afterall, because it’s all Four’s fault. At least he has most of his body. At least he has automail limbs instead of none. It’s his fault that he had to come up with dumb excuses to why his brother never left his armor suit, never ate, never drank, never slept . His fault that their little sister lived with Grandma, not understanding why their real house was burned or why Wind didn’t have a body.
“We’ll get our bodies back,” Four whispered into the night. “As soon as possible. And I won’t stop until we do.”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
Wind notices Sky and Sun talking late at night. Wind and Four must capture the Freezer Alchemist. Wind meets Wolfie
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The loud whir of the fan proved to be bothersome after a few hours. The fan was made of wood, a cord dangling from the centerpiece. If Wind concentrated, he could imagine his fingers running through the grooves, maybe getting a splinter along the way. There wasn’t any dust that Wind could see, meaning it was a well-maintained guest room. What scents were Mrs. Sunny cleaning supplies? What did the room smell like? There was a flowerpot on the kitchen island, Wind remembered. Those had to smell good too—they looked so colorful and fresh.
Another loud snore drew Wind out of his mindless thoughts. He scoffed, eyeing his brother laying open on his back, his flesh hand resting on his stomach as he breathed deeply. He hadn’t woken up yet, somehow. And of course, Wind was happy that his brother finally managed to sleep tonight.
Four needed the sleep. Running through the city, jumping on rooftops and fighting bad guys clearly worked up Four’s never-satisfied appetite. But Wind had been so confident that Four would stay wide eyed awake with energy, eager and willing to chat about the books they’ve been reading together, or perhaps theories and plans for tomorrow. Wind hated himself for it, but he expected Four to jolt upright at any minute now from nightmares he never dared speak aloud, where Wind could pretend to not hear a single thing and join Four outside for a moment of solitude. A nything but sit here at the foot of a bed he couldn’t sleep in.
And the bed looked so, so soft, too…
He carefully shifted until he was laying down, helmet slightly askew on the shoulder guards. Every scuffle of metal on the floor grated his sense of hearing. The rest of the house remained painfully quiet and Wind resisted the desire to sigh. In this light, he couldn’t read—not like libraries were open at an hour like this anyway. The rattling ceiling fan became Wind’s only excuse for company for hours, besides his brother’s excessively loud breathing.
Alright, that’s enough.
Wind forced himself to his feet, taking a few steps to grasp the doorknob and pulling it before he could change his mind. Sitting in his own pity wouldn’t do anything, and he didn’t need Four to get in his frantically worried, ‘I’m-supposed-to-take-care-of-you’ mood. He planned to quickly step outside the apartments for some nighttime sightseeing. That’s all! And sure, if Wind found a litter of kittens like last month, he’d obviously keep them safe by bringing them inside. Besides, Zelda would love a kitty! He would too, but Mr. ‘ I’m Cool for Little Kid Things’ Four refused to keep pets.
“-hy you’re up, love? Is something on your mind?”
That’s Mrs. Sunny, Wind realized with a start, freezing in the hallway.
“Oh, nothing much,” Mr. Sky replied. There was a soft clink–a cup being set on the coffee table, maybe? Wind crept closer, noticing Mr. Sky hunched forwards on the fluffy green couch, hands clasped as he twisted his wedding band over and over. His gaze wasn’t on his wife, but not quite anywhere in the room. “Just…thinking.”
“I can feel you worrying,” Mrs. Sunny murmured with a soft chuckle. She scooted closer, methodically rubbing her hand along her husband’s back. “Did something happen at work? You’ve got work tomorrow too, and I don’t want you to be exhausted.”
“I…am worried, a bit,” Mr. Sky confessed. “About those boys.”
Mrs. Sunny nodded slowly. “They’re terribly young to be in the military.”
“I agree,” Mr. Sky sighed. He blinked, staring at his ring. “Do you know what people call State Alchemists? The dogs of the military. And I know I should feel better, with Wars as their officer, but somehow I…I don’t know. I’ve got this awful feeling I can’t shake about the whole situation. How did they end up here , Sun? This country has a lot of problems, but I swear there’s something m—Wind?”
Uh oh, busted!
“Sorry, Mr. Sky,” Wind said. “I didn’t mean to uh, intrude. I was going outside for air and—”
“No worries,” Mrs. Sunny interrupted. “It’s a bit late for an evening stroll. I’d feel better about your safety if you stayed inside. But I can open the windows if you’d like. Are you thirsty?”
“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Wind waved a hand, wondering how he was going to get out of this one. “And no thank you, I’m not thirsty.”
“I didn’t see you drink any water at dinner,” Mrs. Sunny countered. “You better not get dehydrated. It’s pretty hot around here, and it can’t be comfortable in your armor.”
“I’m used to it,” Wind tried. “It’s uh, part of my alchemy training.”
The excuse of wearing armor constantly as a training regiment normally worked for regular, non-alchemist citizens. And if people got curious, Wind would proclaim he was undergoing intensive training just as Four had to be able to transmute without a circle. It worked, surprisingly often.
But with Mr. Sky being a brother to Colonel Warriors, the literal Flame Alchemist , the lie felt extremely stupid. Wind didn’t miss the two adults exchanging a skeptical glance. They didn’t press him further though, so Wind counted it as a success.
“If that’s the case,” Mrs. Sunny dismissed the topic, “we’ll be heading to bed soon. Why don’t you go back to sleep? You’ve also got a busy day tomorrow.”
Wind just nodded. He knew he’d feel bad if he went outside now after Mrs. Sunny’s warnings. And based on the clock in the living room, there would only be a few more hours until sunrise. He could tolerate the ceiling fan a little longer. “Yeah, you’re right. See you in the morning, Mrs. Sunny.”
“Sleep well, Wind,” Mr. Sky called out with a smile.
“...I will.”
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Wind decided that Major Twilight Armstrong was possibly the coolest person in all of Hyrule Town. He wore a wolf pelt in the middle of summer, spikey brass knuckle gloves with alchemy carved on it, and had sick tattoos on his forehead and cheekbone. And the most important thing of all, he had a dog . The fluffiest, cutest, most pet-able dog that Wind had seen in the entire country .
Sadly, there wasn’t much time for chit-chat, much less asking to pet a cute puppy. Colonel Warriors had immediately ordered them off on the search. The criminal had set up booby traps during the night—dangerous, exploding traps that vaporized the majority of the water in a human body. This bad guy wasn’t just seeking blind revenge—he had a plan, and it couldn’t be good.
“Close off all roads, and search every square inch of the city,” Colonel Warriors’s command rang in his mind. “If you find him, shoot on site. That is an order from the Fuhrer himself. But if I find him first,” Warriors slid on his pristinely white gloves, marked by unique alchemist equations in a scarlet red, “…leave it to me.”
With the confirmed murder of 5 people and several left devastatingly injured, Four had adopted a solemn attitude, keeping a determined pace and they combed through the streets, realizing that their best option was to go to the same alley as the night before in hopes the criminal would return. As the blue sky melted into orange and with no sign of the murderer, fear kept all civilian's doors locked tight and military enforcements on high alert at every corner.
And then—
The Freezer Alchemist, his clothes streaked with dirt and the entirety of his right sleeve missing, panting as he entered the alley, dropping to his knees to remove a cluster of debris from the ground.
“Still here,” the man murmured, a sinister smile creeping on his face.
“Stop right there!” Four announced, bursting into the alley with the streetlamps outlining his silhouette.
“There’s nowhere to run!” Wind added, blocking the other side of the alley with his hands open, ready in case the man chose to attack or flee.
“ Clearly ,” he man drawled, the chalk on the cobblestone road blooming into a sparkling ruby as he raised his hands to show off his masterpiece. “But who’s running?”
Beams of pure, blinding red light shot upwards, beyond the brewing storm clouds and crackling like lightning in the sky. Wind gasped, and noticed dozens of distant beams from across the city .
An alchemic reaction on this scale…it’s impossible! Unless…
“The Triforce,” Four echoed Wind’s thoughts, eyes wide with amazement and curiosity. There was no other way—this amount of energy and power had to come from the Triforce, it had to!
The red beams shifted hues into striking blue, silvery threads slithering towards the alchemic equation on the ground. Wind took a step back, frantically digging for a piece of chalk. Icicles danced on the walls, the roofs, the pipes, the air— he’s using the moisture in the air to freeze the city!
“Fullmetal,” the criminal glistened behind the prism, beams of light refracting the ice into swirls of pink, red, and blue. “You’ve sworn your life to the law as a dog of the military, but do you really know who you’re serving?”
“Who cares?” Four retorted easily. “It’s not my problem!”
“Don’t be a fool! He’s bringing this all to ruin—I’m only doing what needs to be done!” The man shouted. His hair had come undone, strands blowing as wild as his sanity while the tornado of alchemy whirred behind him with an unnatural force of energy, transfiguring into a massive ice weapon— shit, Four!
Wind slammed his palms into his equation, the ground launching him up and above the wall right behind the criminal. He instantly struck, punching and landing a powerful kick that sent the man flying straight into a metal fence. The murderer groaned, panting as he regained his composure.
“Nice work, Wind!” Four praised, stepping closer to the criminal.
“Four!” Wind cried. “No, we need to stop this alchemy! Now!”
“I know,” Four emphasizes. He stooped dangerously close to the man, barely out of arm’s length. “So, where is it? The Triforce?”
“What are you talking about?” The man wheezed slowly, clutching his side. His smile never faltered, and a metaphorical shiver raced down Wind’s spine.
“I won’t ask again,” Four hissed, jaw slamming shut. “I know you have it, so where is it? ”
The whole Triforce in legends could grant any alchemist’s greatest desire. But since it’s creation, the three pieces of unquantifiable resources have been separated into three pieces. Everlasting knowledge, unshakable courage, and the power to fulfill lifetimes of alchemy. The Triforce was everything —And if this man even had a piece of it, a fraction of the true Triforce, it could easily annihilate Hyrule Town.
Why hasn’t he, then? What else is he trying to achieve?
“And what are you going to do about it, kid?” The man seethed, smiling ear to ear. “You’re out of your league!”
The ice wall growing from the alley shot across the street, consuming all in its path as the man gleamed, easily stepping onto his creation as if it were a chariot of glory. The ice rose, towering above buildings as the layers and layers formed within a blink of an eye, an indestructible army of diamond-like ice that moved faster than any train ever made.
Wind darted to the side to avoid getting crushed, Four right behind him. A figure stood in the middle of the road, his dog barking wildly as the ice walls paved through the streets.
“Stand back!” Major Twilight yelled.
“He’s all yours!” Four yelled. Wind risked a glance behind, only to see the Major readying himself as if… wait, what is he doing? He’s not going to punch it, is he?
He punched it.
Instead of stopping the wall of terror, its path was simply redirected—with twice the amount of energy, furiously shooting straight into the buildings on Wind’s left. Screams erupted from the silence, civilians scrambling to get out of the way.
“That’s…not what I expected,” Major Twilight gulped.
“ What the hell are you doing? ” Four shrieked. “You’re making it wors –!”
The ground trembled. Strong currents of wind nearly knocked people as the ice demanded more water, more energy to support the other nearby walls of ice in a flurry. The ice walls doubled in power when connected, moving at speeds unimaginable.
“It’s merging !” Four realized. “If all the ice walls meet in the middle…ah dammit, he’s going for Central Command! Major!” Major Twilight spun around. “Wind and I are going to slow him down—Can you handle the transmutation circles?”
Wolfie barked eagerly and Major Twilight nodded, fists clenched at his side. “Consider it done, Fullmetal.”
Four nodded, clapping his hands together as he knelt to the ground. Wind didn’t waste time as he drew the symbol on the cobblestone while his brother launched in the air, propelling him at top speeds to meet up with the murderer. There wasn’t time to spare—they were already too close to Central, and the bad guy was even closer on his ice chariot!
Wind didn’t get a chance to react to Major Twilight’s gasp of concern—one second, the familiar thrum of alchemy tugged on his soul, and the next—-rooftops miles below his feet, the ice walls looking no more than garden snakes weaving through the city. His brother’s red jacket was easy enough to spot, contrasting the blur of dark grays and white.
“Brother!” Wind exclaimed, landing just in time as his brother slammed his palms onto the ice wall to counteract the criminal’s dagger-like icicles. Thankfully, Four disintegrated the ice up front, breaking the ice beneath the criminal’s stance. But it wasn’t fast enough.
He swiped at a chunk of ice in the air, one that had broken off while Four destroyed the rest below. It melted instantly, rain pouring on the top of his head. Four yelped, wincing as if it burned.
“Too slow!” The man summoned ice pillars, racing back onto his chariot wall with alarming speed, his hands open and ready, alchemy crackling in his palms and he lurched for Wind’s helmet.
The helmet went flying as Wind was knocked backwards—he kept Four close to his chest, instantly kicking once he realized the alchemist was stepping closer to investigate. Wind leapt to his feet, feeling dangerously exposed while the criminal stared in complete confusion.
“There’s no one in there!” The criminal gasped. “It’s empty? But that could only mean…your soul. It’s bonded .”
The symbol—painted in blood, etched onto the inside of his chest plate. His only tie to reality.
“Your arm,” The man continued, the puzzle pieces clicking in his mind. “And your brother, he lost his entire body…” He scoffed and that same, disgusting smile appeared on his face, eyes wide with amusement. “I see. You fools did it, didn’t you? You committed the ultimate taboo!” He laughed, clutching his chest and hollering with madness. “You attempted human transmutation ! Who was it for, huh? Was it worth committing the ultimate sin?”
A soul without a body and another body left permanently incomplete. Flames licking at a once-called home. A taboo, a sacrifice—a sin with incomprehensible consequences.
Was it worth it?
Was she worth it?
Wind’s only warning was Four’s soft gasp before the anger consumed him, charging forwards and smashing his metal fist straight into the man’s gut, then slamming his head into the ice. The man grunted, summoning two ice spikes so close that it nearly sliced Four’s hair off. Wind ran through the spikes to kick the man in the chest. The criminal tumbled down, gaining nasty cuts and wounds as his body crashed into the stone streets.
Four leapt after him, unrelenting. “Give it up! You’re out of water, you’re finished !”
“Aren’t you an alchemist?” The man grunted, blood seeping from his mouth. “ I’ve got plenty.”
Four realized too late—he was too close as the man touched the blood dripping down his shoulder mutated into a dagger, aimed straight at Four’s heart.
“Four!” Wind exclaimed, chopping the javelin-like weapon. It shattered, but the damage had already been done. “Four, are you okay?”
“Why can’t you fools understand?” The man screamed, painfully climbing to his feet as he cradled his arm, now littered in deep, streaming cuts. “I’m trying to save this country!”
Four collapsed to his knees, panting as he gripped the blood-dangers pierced to his shoulder—not his heart, thank goodness, but it still couldn’t be good. The wall crept closer, closer—ice crawling around the moat that surrounded Central Command, pulling the water upwards as it continued the path to break down Central’s walls from all sides.
The criminal laughed at his masterpiece, stumbling away. Wind crouched by his brother, trying to keep Four steady, but Four only swatted at him with annoyance.
“After him,” He grunted. “ Come on, we—we’re going after him!”
“ Brother, ” Wind argued.
Four grasped the two daggers in his shoulder, hissing as he ripped them from his flesh. “He won’t— I’m not done !”
Canon shots fired into the night and Wind gasped, glancing up to see where it came from. There was a burst of fire followed right after, an unnatural flame that spiraled into the sky— Colonel Warriors, it has to be!
“Four, wait ,” Wind emphasized, lightly placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You’re injured—look, it’s the Colonel! The ice has stopped moving—he did it, he’s broken a seal!”
“Don’t care ,” Four hissed, wincing as he forced himself to stand. “We’re still going after that man. I won’t let him mock us and get away with it!”
The man had long but disappeared from Wind’s line of sight. With a seal broken this close to Central, there was bound to be an army of men waiting for the criminal to appear. The ice that had been consuming Central stopped growing, receding back into the water moat below.
“I’m taking you to a medic,” Wind instructed.
“He’s over there!” Four ignored his brother, easily escaping Wind’s loose hold as he bolted for another alley. He ran off balance, squeezing his bleeding shoulder because oh right, he just got stabbed , charging headfirst in rage to fight a mass murder! How stupid can he even be!?
“Oh, come on!” Wind yelled, racing after him. “I’m trying to save your life, asshole !”
∆
“Furher Darclink? You’re here?” Four said breathlessly, probably because he just ran through the city injured ! If he wasn’t standing before Fuhrer Darclink, Wind would’ve slapped him across the face and lectured him silly.
Which, was another point. Wind came to a complete stop at the sight. Four, panting as he ogled at the ruler of the entire country, who stood at the front of a swarm of people. Wind was once again grateful to not have an expression. There was a blanket on the ground, blood stained and an unmistakable shape beneath it.
A body .
“Ah, a job well done, Fullmetal,” The Fuhrer smiled. Wind didn’t dare speak. Even without the title, Wind couldn’t help but be intimidated by the man. Everything about him screamed ‘power’---His tall, bulky frame, his perfect posture, the giant sword strapped to his back and an eyepatch concealing his left eye. The Fuhrer easily towered over Four, congratulating him as if he did good on a school project instead of helping murder a criminal.
“I came out to see if I could lend a hand,” the ruler continued easily. “And to think that I’d be the one to catch him!” He laughed a bit. “If nothing else, this will make an exciting story for my son. Oh, Fullmetal. Are you hurt? We’ve got medics here if you need. And you too, Wind.”
“Y-yes,” Wind coughed. “My brother got hurt—the bad guy stabbed him.”
“Lightly,” Four mumbled. “ Lightly stabbed.”
“There’s no such thing as lightly stabbed, idiot!”
Four didn’t respond, which instantly took Wind off guard. He expected another sassy reply, only to notice his brother stayed awfully quiet as a medic approached him, inspecting his injury. Then Wind remembered his company.
Wind stiffened, already preparing to apologize for their behavior when Fuhrer Darclink burst into laughter, an even grander smile on his face.
“Oh, you remind me of my siblings,” the Fuhrer reminisced. “I’m going to have to side with your brother on this one, Fullmetal. A quick trip to the infirmary seems needed here. Ah, I need to leave now. But take care of him, won’t you Wind?”
And then he walked away, his crimson-coated sword glistening in the moonlight.
∆
“Well, mighty Captain Warriors. You finally decided to show up for the party?”
“You can make this easy on the both of us. I’d rather not fight an old war buddy.”
“War buddy?” the man preened. “Plesae, don’t flatter yourself. I knew no friends in Kakariko, just military bastards and their damn dogs !”
Warriors ducked away to sneeze, hating the chill that trailed down his spine right after. He’d be damned before he’d admit to catching a cold after being drenched in a little water. But regardless of being ill, he couldn’t focus on any paperwork. Not with that interaction playing on loop in his head.
To think that man…he’d deny everything. He’d turn, not just on his morals but on his own so-called friends, resorting straight to murder to…to what, exactly? Prove a point? Get revenge?
Being called a dog of the military wasn’t a new phrase for alchemists. It had been around for as long as Warriors had been alive, probably longer. The Sheikah War didn’t help, though, and especially not after Order #3066. A genocide, plain and simple, executed by Warrior’s own hands. If given the chance, Warriors would trade anything to reverse the situation–but what power did he have as a measly Colonel?
“Sir, 2nd Lt. Sky is requesting entrance.”
Warriors sighed, deflating along with it. “Let him in.”
And once he had the power, he’d fix this. Warriors would make Hyrule great again. His sacrifice wouldn’t be for nothing.
I just need more —more time and power, then I’ll make things right before it gets too out of hand.
He sneezed again. Unfortunately, he did so just as his annoyingly beloved brother entered his office.
“Wars! Are you feeling under the weather?” Sky demanded. He stepped unbearingly close, investigating Warrior’s face as if that would magically cure him. “You can take off work, you know. I’m sure your team will be twice as effective with paperwork than you’ll ever be!”
“First of all, I can do paperwork,” Warriors grumbled, sniffing. Artemis snorted but when Warriors turned to glare, she only batted her eyes and glanced away. “And secondly, I’m feeling fine.”
“Mhm,” Sky said in complete disapproval. “A day of rest won’t hurt. You’ve been up the whole night and probably haven’t slept well all week. Not a very good example for your youngest team members, hmm?”
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” Warriors muttered instead. “I am in excellent health and I'm extremely capable of filling out papers. Is there something you need, 2nd Lt. Sky?”
“I came to congratulate you,” Sky explained with a wink. “From what I’ve been hearing you’re the man of the hour!”
Warriors cringed. “Eh, I just destroyed a few transmutation circles. The Fuhrer was the one who brought him down.”
The Fuhrer. Warriors couldn’t help the distaste in his tone. Good ol’ Fuhrer Darclink, who happened to stumble upon the precise alleyway that the Freezer Alchemist had been hiding in. Warrior’s old (not) war-buddy had been severely injured from his encounter with the local trainwreck (the Fullmetal Alchemist), which of course was the exact moment the Fuhrer stepped in for the victory.
How convenient…
“Sure,” Sky shrugged. “But the Fuhrer's telling everybody that it was you. So, congrats!”
Why wouldn’t the Fuhrer take credit for it? It was his mission, his case—he ended it and had every right to claim it as his own.
And why give credit to me, of all people? Why would the Fuhrer want to keep his involvement hidden in the report?
“I can hear you thinking,” Sky chided with a soft smile. “Don’t be like that. Next time a superior tells you to take credit for something you didn’t do, you’ll do better to accept that. Pick your battles, as I always say.”
“You’ve never said that in your life —”
“Speaking of!” Sky continued, blissfully ignoring Warrior’s grumble. “How are the boys doing? I heard that they got into a scuffle.”
“By ‘scuffle’, you mean that Four has been hospitalized,” Warriors told his brother. “They’re both alright, though. According to the nurses, Four will be cleared by the morning. I’ve already got another mission waiting for them.”
“You’re all terrible about resting!” Sky wailed. “Sleeping is fantastic . A blessing to humanity—and instead of sleeping, you’re wasting time sneezing everywhere and scribbling your name on paper!”
Warriors bristled. “Again, I’m not sick, and I’ll sleep when I’m finished!” He paused, then added, “and don’t refer to the Sword brother as ‘the boys’. You make it sound like they’re your children.”
“If you won’t adopt them, I will,” Sky informed him merrily. “What a merry family we’d be!”
Another chill raced down Warrior’s spine. Sky only laughed at his reaction.
“Oh, I’m kidding,” Sky remarked. He cleared his throat. “Well, only a little bit. I can already tell Wind looks up to you as a brother figure. Maybe even Four too, if he’d ever fix his resting face.”
“I’m not their brother , I’m their officer,” Warriors argued. “Our dynamic is strictly professional s—”
“But they’re children,” Sky stressed. “I’m not sure how old Wind is, but he doesn’t sound older than 11.”
“He’s 12,” Artemis corrected gently.
“12 years old!” Sky shook his head, crossing his arms as he pondered on the realization. “They need more than a never-ending to-do list. Let them live a little first. Goddess knows why they’re even in the military this young, much less why they need to be worked to the bone!”
“ Why the Sword brothers are here is none of your business,” Warriors stated. “You have no authority to demand information from them or from me. So drop it. They’re young—so what? We were young too, you know.”
“You were 16 in the War,” Sky emphasized, gesturing with his hands. “And you were a child! Wind is 12 , and he’s probably witnessed things no child should ever see!”
Well, Sky wasn’t wrong about that one.
“What’s that thing you always say? Pick your battles?” Warriors said, fully aware it was a petty card to deal back so quickly, but Warriors decided not to care.
Sky was a breath away from overstepping a boundary that another superior wouldn’t tolerate. It was already suspicious as an outsider looking in, wondering why the Sword brothers were so heavily involved in cases surrounding the Triforce . As if Wind being trapped in a 7-foot tall case of armor wasn’t bad enough for the kid, drawing so much attention towards himself—His brother was named the new youngest state alchemist. Two years younger than Warriors had been during the Sheikah War.
Sky pursed his lips, disappointed. “I’m only concerned for people’s well being.”
“Then stop being so concerned,” Warriors argued without much heat. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “This amount of pestering is going to get you in deep trouble someday, I swear.”
Sky smiled with a small shrug. “You live, you learn, as I always say.”
"You've never said that--!"
∆
“You know,” Wind sighed as he gently pushed the wooden hospital chair back in place. “We never did find out if the bad guy had part of the Triforce.”
Four hummed, opening the door for the both of them. He fidgeted with the hems of his jacket, then shrugged casually. “No, but...Maybe it will come out in the report?”
“I–”
“Hey, Fullmetal! Kid, wait up!”
Wind and Four turned around to see Major Twilight waving them over, his dog's tail wagging happily at the sight of them. He caught up to them in the hallway, a delighted expression on his face.
“I heard you were in the hospital!” The man explained. “I’m glad you got cleared out so soon! How’re ya feelin’, kid?”
“Fine,” Four replied dazedly. “I still don’t get why the infirmary was necessary. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Getting burned by boiling rain, running all over the city, sliding off an ice cliff, and getting stabbed isn’t a big deal?” Wind scoffed.
Major Twilight propped a hand on his hip. “Your brother’s got a point, kid. That’s a loada’ stuff that most people don’t experience f’r their entire lives, much less in a single day. From the sound of that report, y’all had an adventure last night.”
“The report?” Four repeated. “It already came out?”
“Sure did,” Major Twilight nodded. “Y’all helped a ton—I was worried, hearin’ ‘bout the injuries, especially ‘cause it got messy towards the end.”
“About that,” Wind said. “What happened to the Freezer Alchemist? We saw him in the alley.”
He hoped that was enough description to imply ‘we found him dead, how was he killed?’ for the Major. Although Wind knew deep down what happened, there was just something…off about the situation. There was no way the Fuhrer just swooped in and killed the criminal, after Wind and Four spent forever searching!
Unless he really is that powerful…
“Oh, th’ report says Colonel Warriors finished the job,” Major Twilight murmured quietly.
“But he wasn’t there!” Four argued. “He destroyed the alchemy symbols—with you, I thought! We saw the fire, and it wasn’t anywhere near us!”
Major Twilight hesitated, pursing his lips together. “Listen, that’s just what the report said. That’s what my superior officer said as well, and that’s who I listen to.”
‘Acceptance’ didn’t exactly sit well with his brother. Especially when Four had the facts. Wind had half a mind to support Four’s argument but it would be pointless in the end. Major Twilight never said it was right or wrong. Somehow, that’s what the report came out as, whether Wind agreed or not. It wasn’t like either of them could change it.
“Did it mention anything else?” Four decided. “That guy must’ve been really strong to create all that alchemy.”
“Nothing else of notice,” Major Twilight responded after a moment.
No Triforce, then…but there was no way! There wasn’t enough ‘moisture’ in the air to create icicles powerful enough to level a city! That energy came from somewhere .
So maybe it was left out on purpose? No, why would it be? It was already suspicious enough for Colonel Warriors to get credit for the criminal’s demise, when the Fuhrer already told the brothers that this would make an exciting story to tell for his son…
Four’s eye twitched. Not a good sign.
“Major Twilight,” Wind said. “What’s your dog’s name?”
“Her name’s Wolfie,” Major Twilight blinked before answering easily, probably a bit surprised by the sudden topic change.
Wind was not ashamed to admit that he swooned a bit. Wolfie! Her name is Wolfie !
“She–”
“Can I pet her?” Wind blurted. “Please?”
Four shot him a slightly annoyed, very exasperated glare. Thank goodness Wind didn’t have a true expression, or he was sure that his face would be steaming with embarrassment. Major Twilight still hadn’t replied. Did Wind cross an unspoken rule? Sure, a strangely altered report of a huge disaster was very important to address, but…dog pets were important too.
Was Wolfie a special trained dog, then? Or a service animal? Wind knew it was really rude and pet without asking, but actually asking was okay, right?
“Yeah, sure,” the major decided. He came closer, patting Wolfie’s side. The dog stayed obediently near the man’s legs until Wind reached out with his hand extended.
The dog sniffed him a few times, cautious, but after a few moments, Wolfie’s tail began to wag and she instantly placed her head beneath Wind’s gauntlet.
“Ain’t she the best?” Major Twilight gleamed as Wolfie yipped in excitement, pressing her head into Wind’s hand, requesting affection. And who was Wind to deny such a well-mannered request?
“Aw, she’s such a good dog!” Wind exclaimed. “She’s awesome. How old is she?”
“4 years old,” Major Twilight explained. “She’s a Belgian Shepard, good with herdin’ for the farm. Ordon's got a guy named Wizzro Tucker who trained her for police dog work. Heh, he’s even got a kid named Colin that kind of reminds me of you, Wind. That kid loves dogs.”
“Colin’s right. Dogs are awesome,” Wind said in awe, a bit distracted by the dog in question licking his amor and barking when Wind briefly hesitated to scratch her ear.
“You live on a farm?” Four caught on.
“Mhm, I’m a ranchhand from Ordon,” Major Twilight answered. “Little place in th’ middle of nowhere but hey, it’s home.”
“Understandable,” Four said. “We’re from Outset Village.”
“Outset?” Major Twilight asked, receiving a nod from Four. The man paused, contemplating for a moment. “Hm. That’s about a…oh, hour or two from Ordon? Ain’t too far.”
Oh yeah, this guy was definitely from the country.
“Do you have a lot of animals?” Wind asked. “More dogs?”
“Not too many dogs, but we’ve got a lotta barn cats roamin’ around—”
“You do ? How many?”
“Geez, kid, you sure love animals,” the ranchhand laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Do you have a lot of animals at home? Wolfie really likes ya.”
“Not…anymore,” Wind replied quietly. He stood back up straight, despite Wolfie’s protests. “Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog, Major Twilight Armstrong.”
“No problem, guppy,” Major Twilight smiled. Wind stiffened, unable to repress a reaction to that stupid nickname. And of course, Four chuckled. Why in the world were so many people calling him guppy? It didn’t even make sense !
“And there ain’t no reason to call me by my full title,” Major Twilight continued. “Major Twilight’s just fine. Ah, Wolfie, no girl. He ain’t interested.”
Wolfie sat, head tilted innocently to the side, eyes wide and tail thumping on the ground as she scooted her nose towards Four's gloved hand.
“Back off, dog, I’m not gonna— hey !”
Wolfie jumped (rather majestically) directly on top of Four’s with ease. She smushed him into the floor where she could properly lick his face. Wind snorted.
“Wolfie!” Major Twilight cried, immediately tugging his dog off of Wind’s brother. “Sorry, kid! Did she hurt you?”
“Just his pride, probably,” Wind snickered as Four grumbled, dusting his coat off before shooting a wicked glare at his brother.
“No, I’m fine,” Four muttered. He glanced at a clock on the wall and his face crumbled into a grimace.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I came here to tell y’all that the Colonel’s expectin’ ya at his office,” Major Twilight admitted sheepishly. “Somethin’ about a new lead? Seemed oddly soon, considerin’ that ya just got cleared of the hospital, but–”
“Of course he does,” Four grumbled, crossing his arms. Wind could see the vein in his forehead pulsing with annoyance. “Well, thanks, Major. We’ll head over right away.”
“Alright then,” Major Twilight nodded. “See ya later and take care!”
Major Twilight waved as he returned from where he entered, Wolfie trailing close behind. Four muttered to himself under his breath.
“Come on, we need to get the information from the Colonel in his office,” Four huffed. He didn’t move though, and Wind eyed him with concern as Four simply stared at the floor for several beats. Then he sighed.
“And afterwards…we can call Aryll, before we leave,” Four admitted quietly.
“ Really? ” Wind exclaimed.
“Geez, Wind,” Four smiled. “Last time I checked, phones aren’t that intriguing."
“Aryll’s probably missed us so much!” Wind said, practically skipping down the hall and dragging his brother along with him. “I can’t wait to talk to her! I wonder what she’s been up to…”
Notes:
blinks very very innocently
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