*

Why am I doing this? He thought desperately to himself as he searched the entire town, moving at a hurried pace from one place to another, glancing all about him as he went. He cursed himself then, throat growing tighter as he became ever more frustrated with himself, and worried for Mustang. It was starting to get dark now.

Where is he?!

And then he heard a noise. It was only faint, and must be coming from a source some distance away.

He froze as he listened, pausing for a moment before running towards it.

Its him! It’s his voice!

He found Mustang shortly after.

Ken slowed to a stop, breathing heavily and staring up in shock as Mustang balanced precariously on the roof of one of the shops beside him, shouting and cackling to himself and calling out incoherently. He swayed on the spot, and was clearly not himself. Ken presumed initially that he was drunk.

‘Mustang!’ he called up to him. ‘Mustang!’

Mustang stopped his shouting for a moment, turning and staring down at Ken.

‘Heeey! What are you doing there dressed like that?’

‘What?’

‘Why did you bring the seals with you? You know they're not supposed to be here!’

He’s delusional Ken realised. He must be hallucinating.

‘Mustang!’ Ken called again. ‘Don’t move! I'm coming up to get you! Stay there!’

‘Don’t let the illuminati find us! They have secrets!’

Ken ran around the back of the building quickly, his mind suddenly fraught with worry for Mustang as he moved dangerously close to the edge.

‘The illuminati are everywhere!’ Mustang called. ‘Everywhere around us wherever we look you will find them!’

‘Mustang!’ Ken shouted to him, clambered onto the balcony railings, jumping up to catch the rooftop and climbing up. ‘Stay where you are!’

This part of the town was the part where there were only shops and no houses nearby. It was deserted at this time save for the two of them. They could both shout all night and bother no one.

It was only Ken and Mustang.

He climbed onto the rooftop, seeing Mustang standing there.

Mustang wheeled around to face him, eyes wide.

Mustang began to back away from Ken, unaware that he was heading closer to the edge.

Ken rose to his feet swiftly, rushing over to Mustang and grabbing his arm just as he was about to tip back. Ken pulled Mustang towards him, Mustang fell into him and Ken held him there, gasping heavily as his heart beat painfully in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.

‘Oh thank god…’

He pulled Mustang back from the edge of the roof and looked into his face. He was shocked to see Mustang’s pupils were huge, so large that he initially thought his eyes were black.

‘Mustang’ Ken spoke firmly. ‘What have you done?’

‘Nothing…’ Mustang whispered, ‘….nothing…’ he raised his head, smiling at Ken then. ‘It’s good to see you…’

Ken reached into Mustang’s pockets, beginning to search him. It wasn’t long before he pulled from one of the pockets a small clear plastic bag of blue tablets.

‘What is this?’ Ken demanded, showing them to him.

Mustang smiled upon seeing them.

‘You should try some’ he grinned. ‘They will make you fly.’

‘Come on’ Ken said, putting his arm around Mustang and helping him walk. ‘I'm taking you home.’