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This is just the first part of this story. What story it will be, I'm not sure. It might be the dreaded Rejection fic that I've been taunting some of you with, it might be a new threesome story, it might end up being something totally different. Heavily inspired/influenced by another fic. You get a cookie if you can guess what it's inspired by.
It started with an argument.
Ed and Al had been discussing the rumors of war over a late dinner. Ever since Ed had been transferred under someone else’s command, he sometimes heard different things than what reached Roy.
Somehow, that had lead to the rather typical argument over Al joining the State Alchemists. Like always, they had been on very different sides of the argument, with Al wanted to do so, and Ed being just as stubborn that his little brother didn’t. Only the fact that Roy agreed with Ed had kept Al from joining for so long.
Then there had been the kiss.
It was a desperate kiss. Al was reminded of the time that he had finally worked up the courage to kiss Roy. It slightly disturbed him that it was Ed on the other side of this kiss.
Sheer shock kept Al still for a few moments. He could feel the hunger that radiated from Ed, and that was what snapped him out of his daze. That hunger was too much like Roy’s for his peace of mind. For some reason, it also made him angry.
It was that anger that made Al jerk back and swing. Ed fell back, making no effort to save himself as he hit the floor. Neither of them moved. Al panted for air, trying to get his temper under control. That failed when Ed pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Something about Ed’s expression set off warning bells in the back of Al’s mind, but that twinge of worry wasn’t able to make it past the anger that filled the rest of his brain.
“How dare you?” hissed Al. “How dare you do this now? When I finally get together with Roy, you pull this on me! Why?”
Ed said nothing, eyes curiously blank as he sat motionless in front of his brother. He didn’t even wipe away the blood that trickled down his chin from a split lip. He simply sat there in silence. Disgusted, Al turned around and stomped towards the door.
Reaching it, he paused. “Don’t come near me, Ed. Just stay away from me.”
As the door closed behind him, Al thought he heard something that sounded suspiciously like a muffled sob. His steps faltered for a moment, and then he continued on. If he stayed around, he was going to do something he regretted.
///
After the door closed, Ed’s silence was broke for just a moment. He shook as he forced the tears to stop, and the sobs died in his throat. Licking at his lip, he tasted both the painful burn of the cut and the blood that leaked from it. Al, Ed decided, could throw an excellent punch.
Shivering, Ed stood and staggered over to the desk. It took longer than he intended to get the things out, his hands were shaking so bad. Finally, he had everything together. He sat, and, ignoring the blood as it dripped onto the paper he had spread out, Ed began to write.
Dear Al,
///
Roy did not want to deliver this news. Not after Al had come home the night before, shaking and angry. It had taken forever to find out what had rattled him so badly, and then Roy decided that he wasn’t going to get in the middle of it. Ed didn’t work under his command anymore, but he was willing to lend aid when it was needed. It was also something that the brothers needed to work out for themselves, and neither would appreciate his meddling.
So he really, really didn’t want to do this.
Knocking on the door to Al’s study, Roy heard the muffled “Come in” and slowly opened the door. It could be dangerous, as his young lover had the bad habit of stacking books all over the room. One never knew when opening the door was going to cause a shift that would bring large quantities of hard books to fall on one’s head.
This time it was safe, and Roy slid into the room. There was Al, standing next to the desk as he drew an array. He had a rather good business going, and Roy was just as happy that he had something to do besides bore himself to death at home. The array looked complicated, though, so Roy stayed quiet as Al slowly completed it.
When the young man stood back with a sigh, he focused on Roy for the first time. Something in Roy’s face or stance must have betrayed his agitation, because Al frowned. “What’s wrong, Roy?”
Clearing his throat, Roy looked into space. “War’s been declared. The first groups left this morning, including several State Alchemists. All of those who are under General Hanstead’s command, in fact.”
He could actually hear Al paling. “What? But that…? Did…?”
Since it appeared that the blond wasn’t going to be able to find the words he was so desperately seeking. Taking a deep breath, Roy gave him the news.
“Fullmetal’s gone to the front.”
TBC….
As I said, I'm not sure where it's going. Depends on how the next few days go, and what I read during them. *whistles as she walks away* I like this being evil thing.
It started with an argument.
Ed and Al had been discussing the rumors of war over a late dinner. Ever since Ed had been transferred under someone else’s command, he sometimes heard different things than what reached Roy.
Somehow, that had lead to the rather typical argument over Al joining the State Alchemists. Like always, they had been on very different sides of the argument, with Al wanted to do so, and Ed being just as stubborn that his little brother didn’t. Only the fact that Roy agreed with Ed had kept Al from joining for so long.
Then there had been the kiss.
It was a desperate kiss. Al was reminded of the time that he had finally worked up the courage to kiss Roy. It slightly disturbed him that it was Ed on the other side of this kiss.
Sheer shock kept Al still for a few moments. He could feel the hunger that radiated from Ed, and that was what snapped him out of his daze. That hunger was too much like Roy’s for his peace of mind. For some reason, it also made him angry.
It was that anger that made Al jerk back and swing. Ed fell back, making no effort to save himself as he hit the floor. Neither of them moved. Al panted for air, trying to get his temper under control. That failed when Ed pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Something about Ed’s expression set off warning bells in the back of Al’s mind, but that twinge of worry wasn’t able to make it past the anger that filled the rest of his brain.
“How dare you?” hissed Al. “How dare you do this now? When I finally get together with Roy, you pull this on me! Why?”
Ed said nothing, eyes curiously blank as he sat motionless in front of his brother. He didn’t even wipe away the blood that trickled down his chin from a split lip. He simply sat there in silence. Disgusted, Al turned around and stomped towards the door.
Reaching it, he paused. “Don’t come near me, Ed. Just stay away from me.”
As the door closed behind him, Al thought he heard something that sounded suspiciously like a muffled sob. His steps faltered for a moment, and then he continued on. If he stayed around, he was going to do something he regretted.
///
After the door closed, Ed’s silence was broke for just a moment. He shook as he forced the tears to stop, and the sobs died in his throat. Licking at his lip, he tasted both the painful burn of the cut and the blood that leaked from it. Al, Ed decided, could throw an excellent punch.
Shivering, Ed stood and staggered over to the desk. It took longer than he intended to get the things out, his hands were shaking so bad. Finally, he had everything together. He sat, and, ignoring the blood as it dripped onto the paper he had spread out, Ed began to write.
Dear Al,
///
Roy did not want to deliver this news. Not after Al had come home the night before, shaking and angry. It had taken forever to find out what had rattled him so badly, and then Roy decided that he wasn’t going to get in the middle of it. Ed didn’t work under his command anymore, but he was willing to lend aid when it was needed. It was also something that the brothers needed to work out for themselves, and neither would appreciate his meddling.
So he really, really didn’t want to do this.
Knocking on the door to Al’s study, Roy heard the muffled “Come in” and slowly opened the door. It could be dangerous, as his young lover had the bad habit of stacking books all over the room. One never knew when opening the door was going to cause a shift that would bring large quantities of hard books to fall on one’s head.
This time it was safe, and Roy slid into the room. There was Al, standing next to the desk as he drew an array. He had a rather good business going, and Roy was just as happy that he had something to do besides bore himself to death at home. The array looked complicated, though, so Roy stayed quiet as Al slowly completed it.
When the young man stood back with a sigh, he focused on Roy for the first time. Something in Roy’s face or stance must have betrayed his agitation, because Al frowned. “What’s wrong, Roy?”
Clearing his throat, Roy looked into space. “War’s been declared. The first groups left this morning, including several State Alchemists. All of those who are under General Hanstead’s command, in fact.”
He could actually hear Al paling. “What? But that…? Did…?”
Since it appeared that the blond wasn’t going to be able to find the words he was so desperately seeking. Taking a deep breath, Roy gave him the news.
“Fullmetal’s gone to the front.”
TBC….
As I said, I'm not sure where it's going. Depends on how the next few days go, and what I read during them. *whistles as she walks away* I like this being evil thing.
