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It isn't more Hidden Costs *hids from Envy*, nor is it the next drabble, but it is fic. I'm not sure where it came from, and it's not my normal style, so I pled with you to bear with it and tell me what you think. It has one tiny referrence to Episode 50, the same as my last drabble challenge answer. Actually, think of this as a prequel to the Envy/Ed drabble I just did.
Impossible
Edward Elric like to do the impossible.
First had been the human transmutation. That was near impossible, but something at least a few other people were capable of, at least if the sheer number of homunculi were any indication. However, nobody was known to do a soul transmutation directly afterwards and survive. Hell, it was unheard of for anyone to survive a soul transmutation at all.
Next had been joining the State Alchemists at the age of twelve. Ed knew that Al would have been right behind him, but that was okay. Al was his brother, and almost as good as Ed was.
Ed had killed a homunculus. He hadn’t meant to , but it had happened. Given how hard it was to do, Ed was pretty sure that it was a rarity for a human to slay one of those semi-immortal creatures.
Then had come the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone. Though Ed had to share that with Roy. Both denied any responsibility for the city wide orgy that resulted, though. They denied that as well as the mass of pregnancies that follow said orgy. Central hospitals were very busy nine months later.
Being the focus of that much creative energy had resulted in an interesting side effect. The Stone had formed inside of Ed, and the one attempt to remove it had almost killed him. That, Ed did blame on Roy.
Then had come the creation of his second homunculi.
Al.
Followed closely by his third, and the binding of a fourth.
Even with the Stone, Ed had only been able to give his brother a body of a homunculus. To give him back his original body would have cost Al his hard-won experience, forcing him back into the mind and body he had lost. So, Ed, rather than giving up the brother he had lived through so much with, had been selfish.
When Al, now flesh and blood once more, had collapsed in the array, there had been the sound of a similar collapse from behind Ed. The second body hitting the floor had been Roy’s, the dark haired man bleeding freely. Just beyond him was Envy, who was grinning quite madly.
There had been a fight. Ed didn’t really recall much, though, only a flare of anger and fear. Not for himself, but for Roy, who was so very, very pale in a growing pool of blood. And for Al, who was still unaware of his surroundings.
He remembered almost drowning in anger, in envy of everyone, in pure hatred. Then he let it flow through him. Ed remembered pulling on that anger, so familiar to him. It was so much like the anger he had carried since his mother’s death. Since his father’s abandonment.
Finally, he hit something else.
When he woke up, Envy was unconscious. Al was the same. Roy was cool, far too cold to Ed, who remembered the man being almost as hot as the flames he controlled.
And then Ed created yet a third homunculus.
When Envy woke, he had done nothing, only watched Ed. For many hours, neither of them moved. Neither had even looked at the other two homunculi. Not until Al finally began to wake up.
Envy’s first words since the fight were, “Welcome back, Pride.”
When Hawkeye had died, taken down by a bullet meant for Ed, it hadn’t take much on Roy’s part for Ed to bring her back as well. The other had come up to him after that and asked that he not do the same for them. Their friendship and loyalty were still there, but none of Mustang’s people, except for Hawkeye, wanted to follow him forever.
It was still a remarkable concept to Ed. He had created homunculi who not only remembered their human lives, but gained the benefits of being homunculi. Unfortunately, they also gained some flaws, too.
One of which was a natural inclination to follow their sinful namesake.
Once, after dealing with Roy in Lust mode, Ed had had a long sit-down talk with Envy. The eldest Sin had been spot on so far for each of the other’s naming, not to mention that he was the only real information source Ed had.
“I don’t know what you did that night, shrimp, but you changed me,” Envy had told him bluntly. “I’m not right, not anymore. I’m closer to those things you created than what I used to be. My information may not be any good.”
His tone had been bitter.
The conversation that had followed had lead to things being thrown and to Ed actually losing his temper. After that night, when Ed’s eyes glowed red, everyone, even Al, left him alone.
Wrath was still out there, and nobody knew what had become of Gluttony, but Ed still had most of the collection. Between Envy, Al, Roy, and Hawkeye, he had four of the seven. The only one missing was Greed. Ed absently wondered what would happen if they ran out of sins.
Then Winry and Scieszka were almost killed in a house fire. Scieszka did die. Winry, horribly burned herself, had tried to cry, but all she could do was moan lowly. Her eyes were too damaged to make tears. Her eyes. As a mechanic, she focused on so many tiny, tiny details. With the kind of damage Winry had received, she would never see again.
Not that she lived that long. Her last words were for Ed to save Scieszka.
Ed never denied God more than he did at that moment, when all he and Al could do was watch as Winry died. They couldn’t even hold her hand as she passed on.
Surrounded by his Sins, Ed called back both of the girls. Apparently Gluttony had been destroyed at some point, because Scieszka had took that name after her eyes opened. Winry became the next Greed.
Once again, Ed had done the impossible. He had almost completely recreated the Sins in less than five years, making them better than the originals.
It was something neither Hohenheim nor Dante had been able to accomplish.
Ed really enjoyed doing the impossible.
He had created Pride, Lust, Sloth, Greed, and Gluttony. He had bound the oldest of Sins, Envy himself, to his side. The power of the Philosopher’s Stone that kept him young had been created not with death but with life.
Years passed, and Ed grew bored. After the others had begun to grow noticeably older, the group had left. They had been hunted by some, of course, but between the six Sins and the bearer of the Stone, it had been pathetically easy to deal with any pursuers.
One day, almost out of his mind with boredom, Ed had asked the question. “I’m bored. What is there to do?” The whine was remarkably like that of a child, something he had not done in a while.
“Hunt down Wrath?” suggested Roy and Hawkeye.
Al shrugged and lounged about. “Maybe find out what happened to Father and Dante?”
Both Envy and Ed had made a rude noise as their youngest brother. A slow smile slid onto Envy’s face. “How about we take over the world? The stupid human’s won’t even notice if we do it right.”
The stupid humans comment earned him a glare or two, but, surprisingly, nobody shot the idea down. Slowly, oh so slowly, Ed began to smile as well. His look of interest was reflected by the others. He hadn’t been the only one bored. “Take over the world, hmm? Maybe we could look for Wrath and the others at the same time.”
And thus their entertainment began.
*pouts* I want to steal Envy's lovely little Sin text, but I still don't have a place to put my photo. Photobucket isn't doing free subscriptions at this time, and I'm not sure where else to go. Anyone have any suggestions?
Impossible
Edward Elric like to do the impossible.
First had been the human transmutation. That was near impossible, but something at least a few other people were capable of, at least if the sheer number of homunculi were any indication. However, nobody was known to do a soul transmutation directly afterwards and survive. Hell, it was unheard of for anyone to survive a soul transmutation at all.
Next had been joining the State Alchemists at the age of twelve. Ed knew that Al would have been right behind him, but that was okay. Al was his brother, and almost as good as Ed was.
Ed had killed a homunculus. He hadn’t meant to , but it had happened. Given how hard it was to do, Ed was pretty sure that it was a rarity for a human to slay one of those semi-immortal creatures.
Then had come the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone. Though Ed had to share that with Roy. Both denied any responsibility for the city wide orgy that resulted, though. They denied that as well as the mass of pregnancies that follow said orgy. Central hospitals were very busy nine months later.
Being the focus of that much creative energy had resulted in an interesting side effect. The Stone had formed inside of Ed, and the one attempt to remove it had almost killed him. That, Ed did blame on Roy.
Then had come the creation of his second homunculi.
Al.
Followed closely by his third, and the binding of a fourth.
Even with the Stone, Ed had only been able to give his brother a body of a homunculus. To give him back his original body would have cost Al his hard-won experience, forcing him back into the mind and body he had lost. So, Ed, rather than giving up the brother he had lived through so much with, had been selfish.
When Al, now flesh and blood once more, had collapsed in the array, there had been the sound of a similar collapse from behind Ed. The second body hitting the floor had been Roy’s, the dark haired man bleeding freely. Just beyond him was Envy, who was grinning quite madly.
There had been a fight. Ed didn’t really recall much, though, only a flare of anger and fear. Not for himself, but for Roy, who was so very, very pale in a growing pool of blood. And for Al, who was still unaware of his surroundings.
He remembered almost drowning in anger, in envy of everyone, in pure hatred. Then he let it flow through him. Ed remembered pulling on that anger, so familiar to him. It was so much like the anger he had carried since his mother’s death. Since his father’s abandonment.
Finally, he hit something else.
When he woke up, Envy was unconscious. Al was the same. Roy was cool, far too cold to Ed, who remembered the man being almost as hot as the flames he controlled.
And then Ed created yet a third homunculus.
When Envy woke, he had done nothing, only watched Ed. For many hours, neither of them moved. Neither had even looked at the other two homunculi. Not until Al finally began to wake up.
Envy’s first words since the fight were, “Welcome back, Pride.”
When Hawkeye had died, taken down by a bullet meant for Ed, it hadn’t take much on Roy’s part for Ed to bring her back as well. The other had come up to him after that and asked that he not do the same for them. Their friendship and loyalty were still there, but none of Mustang’s people, except for Hawkeye, wanted to follow him forever.
It was still a remarkable concept to Ed. He had created homunculi who not only remembered their human lives, but gained the benefits of being homunculi. Unfortunately, they also gained some flaws, too.
One of which was a natural inclination to follow their sinful namesake.
Once, after dealing with Roy in Lust mode, Ed had had a long sit-down talk with Envy. The eldest Sin had been spot on so far for each of the other’s naming, not to mention that he was the only real information source Ed had.
“I don’t know what you did that night, shrimp, but you changed me,” Envy had told him bluntly. “I’m not right, not anymore. I’m closer to those things you created than what I used to be. My information may not be any good.”
His tone had been bitter.
The conversation that had followed had lead to things being thrown and to Ed actually losing his temper. After that night, when Ed’s eyes glowed red, everyone, even Al, left him alone.
Wrath was still out there, and nobody knew what had become of Gluttony, but Ed still had most of the collection. Between Envy, Al, Roy, and Hawkeye, he had four of the seven. The only one missing was Greed. Ed absently wondered what would happen if they ran out of sins.
Then Winry and Scieszka were almost killed in a house fire. Scieszka did die. Winry, horribly burned herself, had tried to cry, but all she could do was moan lowly. Her eyes were too damaged to make tears. Her eyes. As a mechanic, she focused on so many tiny, tiny details. With the kind of damage Winry had received, she would never see again.
Not that she lived that long. Her last words were for Ed to save Scieszka.
Ed never denied God more than he did at that moment, when all he and Al could do was watch as Winry died. They couldn’t even hold her hand as she passed on.
Surrounded by his Sins, Ed called back both of the girls. Apparently Gluttony had been destroyed at some point, because Scieszka had took that name after her eyes opened. Winry became the next Greed.
Once again, Ed had done the impossible. He had almost completely recreated the Sins in less than five years, making them better than the originals.
It was something neither Hohenheim nor Dante had been able to accomplish.
Ed really enjoyed doing the impossible.
He had created Pride, Lust, Sloth, Greed, and Gluttony. He had bound the oldest of Sins, Envy himself, to his side. The power of the Philosopher’s Stone that kept him young had been created not with death but with life.
Years passed, and Ed grew bored. After the others had begun to grow noticeably older, the group had left. They had been hunted by some, of course, but between the six Sins and the bearer of the Stone, it had been pathetically easy to deal with any pursuers.
One day, almost out of his mind with boredom, Ed had asked the question. “I’m bored. What is there to do?” The whine was remarkably like that of a child, something he had not done in a while.
“Hunt down Wrath?” suggested Roy and Hawkeye.
Al shrugged and lounged about. “Maybe find out what happened to Father and Dante?”
Both Envy and Ed had made a rude noise as their youngest brother. A slow smile slid onto Envy’s face. “How about we take over the world? The stupid human’s won’t even notice if we do it right.”
The stupid humans comment earned him a glare or two, but, surprisingly, nobody shot the idea down. Slowly, oh so slowly, Ed began to smile as well. His look of interest was reflected by the others. He hadn’t been the only one bored. “Take over the world, hmm? Maybe we could look for Wrath and the others at the same time.”
And thus their entertainment began.
*pouts* I want to steal Envy's lovely little Sin text, but I still don't have a place to put my photo. Photobucket isn't doing free subscriptions at this time, and I'm not sure where else to go. Anyone have any suggestions?
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He'd made Alphonse an homonculus for lack of a better solution. He'd discovered power then, power that nobody else before him had ever controlled. He could bring back the death, without fear of sacrifice. Alphonse hadn't tried to stop him when he failed to resist the idea of bringing back his lover, fallen to the last remaining sin. Faithful as always, Hawkeye wouldn't have accepted a different fate. Edward no longer needed to suffer loss. All his loved ones, he could keep with him. He did. He gave up his alchemy in the end, joining the ranks of the sins he had created. Edward had defied God all his and, in the end, he won.
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*computer makes: 'hi, I'm going to CRASH in 5 secs sounds'*
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How about more sins fics? Mmm, taking over the world. Would be cool to see just how their sins changed them. <3
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I wanted to say Schieska = Gluttony is briliant. XD And they are so going to succeed because, well, Ed and Roy plotting together can do anything, especially with such a good team as backup.
-KM
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And you can pinch your badge off my photobucket account, I don't mind ^_^
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This makes me ridiculously happy.
And now I feel like I'm slacking. *runs off to write something*
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