A/N: As hinted before, here are two extra scenes (though it took me a real lot of time to write it). Hope you enjoy, despite the shortness!

Note for the first one: Roy does wear gloves, even though it's mentioned like only once.

Omakes

#1: Questions

"Roy?" Edward looked up from the book he was reading, idly tucking some strands of loose hair behind his ear as he looked at the vampire sitting next to him, who was engaged in his own research.

"Yes, Edward?"

"Why do you wear gloves? I've always wondered..."

Roy chuckled, putting down his book. He shrugged and removed his right glove, placing it on the table in front of them. "Give me your hand."

Though he was confused at the strange request, Edward acquiesced and Roy reached out to... shake his hand?

As soon as their hands met, Ed understood. Holding back a gasp, he took back his hand and curled it into a fist, enveloping it with his other hand.

Roy was now laughing at the look on Edward's face, putting back his glove.

"I can't believe I forgot vampires don't have natural heat!"

#2: Anniversary

Edward was staring down at the photograph in his hand, torn between wishing things had gone different while thinking it had been for the best. Since he woke up that day, he was plagued with these thoughts, and looking through the picture album only made it worse.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a very familiar voice. "Edward?"

He turned around, only to see Roy standing next to him, eyeing him with concern. "What's the matter?"

Unable to put his thoughts in words, he only tilted the photo he was holding so Roy could see it clearly. Coal-black eyes widened, but Roy didn't say anything – something for which Edward was glad.

Roy was staring down at the photo of Edward with another child who had round gold eyes, the look in them quite similar to Edward's own. The two were smiling widely, arms around each other.

"... Today is his... his eleventh birthday..." Edward trailed off, eyes glazed with tears as he stared off into the distance.

"Oh, Edward…" Roy sighed, putting his hand on Edward's shoulder. He may not have known Edward's younger brother, but from all the subtle compliments he heard throughout the months, he knew Edward had thought highly of Alphonse.

"Hmm, I wonder what ability Al would have. He always wanted to help people... probably bio-manipulation or something."

"Al and I did a lot of research together. He was always the one on the more theoretical side... and had more patience."

"Al never cared much about supernatural rivalry; if anything, I think he would make friends with anybody... he had that kind of personality..."

These statements were always made in the light of something Ed was doing, and Roy didn't think the werewolf even realised what he had said.

"I... I wish I had..." Edward shook his head, and a lone tear fell from his eyes, joined by a few more that he wiped away with the sleeve of his shirt. "Al..." he gave a low cry and focused his eyes on the ground, his bangs hiding his face.

That was all Roy needed to firmly set his decision. It was a little impulsive and on-the-spot unlike how he usually made them, but he knew it would work out well. Edward needed it.

"Wait for some time, alright?" Confused at the sudden words, Edward nodded, sitting down. Roy walked towards the phone, picking it up and dialing a number he knew by heart. The call was picked and answered within the first two rings itself.

"Hello, I am Riza Hawkeye."

"Good morning, Lieutenant." From his seat, Edward looked curiously at Roy, wondering what he was up to.

"... Colonel?" The surprise was evident. It wasn't usually that he talked to her outside of work; they had always maintained a strictly professional relationship despite rumors that said otherwise. They had too much to risk.

"I need to take a leave. I probably won't be coming for work until, hmm, two days later. It's a... family emergency."

Despite the fact that Riza was teeming with questions on the sudden break that Roy had almost never taken before, she trusted her superior. His serious tone was all that was needed to convince her it was important. "Yes, sir. I'll file the necessary paperwork at the office by today evening."

'Riza, even though today is a holiday, you do it...' Roy smiled, though he knew she couldn't see it. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I will see you day after tomorrow."

"You are welcome, sir. And you better come to the office when it's done." There was an unspoken 'call me when you come back' in her words.

The call was cut. Roy kept the phone down and then turned to Edward, from whose expression it was clear he understood it.

"What are you waiting for?"

They were at Resembool within around ten hours. And it was perfectly right to say Edward did not expect this at all.

First, they went to see the Rockbells, and Roy kept respectfully silent when the conversation moved to a boy he would never get to know at all. If Alphonse was anything like what Edward said, Roy knew it was a great loss for the world and an even greater loss for those who knew him.

The Rockbells had sufficiently warmed to Roy in the following months that Edward stayed with him after the adoption. They had even come to Central a few more times to give Edward some valuable things from his house like the photos he had. Though it was clear the trust they kept was a fragile one, Roy tried his best to uphold it. To make enemies out of the two was not a wise action; he still hadn't forgotten about Winry's wrench.

After a few hours, Edward stood up and Roy followed, goodbyes being exchanged all around.

They walked silently, Edward leading Roy through the unfamiliar village. Roy stopped right at the gate of the graveyard, but Edward gave him a pleading look and he stepped forward, trying to hide how uncomfortable he felt.

Both of them finally halted in front of a tombstone – Alphonse's – at the base of which were a bouquet of white lilies and orchids.

Edward dearly wished he had flowers at that moment, but instead, he plucked some long grass from the ground, entwining it in a practised manner as he kneeled down to be on level with the stone.

Roy stood a few feet back, watching solemnly. And he noticed with his keen eyes that whenever Edward opened his mouth to speak, he would only close it and shake his head.

'Perhaps my presence is the matter...' Since Edward looked like he wasn't going to admit it, Roy instead said aloud, "I'll be around here, Edward." The blond immediately turned to look at him, with what Roy expected would be a protest on his lips, and he added, "I have... business here."

Even though he really didn't. Not at all.

Edward must have seen through his lie, but he didn't say anything, instead giving a nod.

Walking away, Roy could hear the faintest tones of Edward's voice in the absolute silence. Sadness and regret carried in those whispers, and Roy knew within time, it would become better.

"Hey, Al... I'm sorry I didn't come here sooner. But a lot has happened since that day," Edward started, feeling himself slightly choke up. "Like meeting that bastard, going to Central... I guess I should start from the beginning..."

Edward sat there for a long time, making a crown of grass for his younger brother while speaking about everything that had happened so far. Even as he shed tears and his voice grew hoarse, when he walked out of the cemetery with Roy by his side, his heart felt the lightest it had since that October day.