The Empath Alchemist {Edward Elric X Reader}

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"Shit, shit, shit," (Y/n) hissed as the front door to Gracia's apartment opened.

Edward tugged her down the hall to the balcony door. The Fullmetal Alchemist was inches away from grabbing the handle to step out into the sun, when he caught a glimpse of the burly and bald man standing seven floors below: Major Alex Louis Armstrong. The large man was dressed clad in his distinctive blue uniform, the light of the late morning sun bouncing off of the back of his shiny head, which was facing the apartment's direction.

When the blue eyed man turned his face to look up into the balcony's direction, Edward cringed and whipped his entire body around.

(Y/n) watched him with wide eyes, prepared to ask him what was wrong in a whisper, but she never got the chance to. The golden eyed boy released her wrist to latch onto her shoulders and usher her away from the door. The sound of keys shuffling and boots clomping across the hardwood floors filled the teens' ears from the dining room and kitchen, causing the panic to heighten. Edward ushered (Y/n) backward, eyes searching either side of the halls for some place to hide as their feet hit the ground inaudibly.

The Mustang looked down at Ed's feet, which moved forward as hers guided her own body backward. Her attention was lifted back up to the boy's face when he shook her right shoulder. Face painted with urgency, Edward pointed to his right to a storage closet door just outside of Gracia's bedroom that (Y/n) had to tilt her head around to see. Her brows lifted and her lips parted as her mind comprehended Edward's idea. Edward let go of her to sneak over to the door.

He twisted the knob slightly, pressing his right hand to the wall as he eased the door open as quietly as possible. The space inside was small, and the room was dark. For it to have been a storage closet, (Y/n) shouldn't have expected much more than what she saw. A few boxes were stacked against the interior and some cleaning supplies littered the floor. A mop or two rested against the side of the small space, leaving a slim area for Edward and (Y/n) to step into. Ed turned to look at her and shrugged, mutely communicating that they had no other choice but to shove themselves into the suffocating space. (Y/n) couldn't even respond with her own gesture when she heard one of the Amestrian officers' voices speak up, politely requesting if they could take a look around.

The young alchemists silently screamed, grasping their heads in their hands frantically. (Y/n) pointed into the closet, mouthing an exaggerated 'go' to the boy who looked at her incredulously. Edward rapidly waved (Y/n) over, pupils shrunken as if to tell her to step inside first.

Honestly, they found the worst times to awkwardly hyper-fixate on little things within their unlabeled relationship. In this case, the little things referred to being crammed against each other in a pitch black, narrow room.

The sound of footsteps creeping toward the end of the hallway allowed no more time for them to stand around looking stupid. (Y/n) hurriedly made her way over to Ed, shoving him into the closet by aggressively pushing his back. The boy would have griped if the sound of his voice wouldn't have put their futures at risk, so he chose to focus on not losing his balance or tripping over a spray bottle as (Y/n) entered the room and swiftly closed the door behind her.

"You're elbowing me in the stomach," Edward hissed into the girl's ear from over her shoulder. She jumped, whipping her head around to stare into the direction in which she heard the blonde's voice. She couldn't see anything except for the light that spilled in from outside, under the crack in the door. Her other senses were rather overwhelming, for she'd have to rely on them now that her sight was no longer of use. Edward's gloved hand pushed her elbow away, and her ears picked up on the fifteen year old shuffling to the left from behind her.