Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness Beyond Twighlight ❯ Incureable ( Chapter 1 )

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Bry: Okay, guys...I know you're all probabl really pissed at me for starting over, but the way the other one went wasn't how I planned....sooooo.....


Yukiko: *reads over fic* You made me....emo....


Bry: Yup ^^


Yukiko: I'm not emo....


Bry: Well...at least you're not trying to kill yourself or anything ^^UUU


Yukiko: I'm not emo....


Bry: O.o;;;;;uhhhhh....okaaaayyyyy....you're not emo.....


Yukiko: I am not emo....


Chapter One: Incureable


Every day I feel it. From the moment I wake up, to the moment when I dream...no...not dream; the moment those nightmares begin. I know why I feel this way, I know perfectly, it's because of what I did. I knew that something bad was going to happen, I knew I shouldn't have done it, I knew that I shouldn't have let him come with me. There was no one else to blame, just me. Everyone else knew that as well. I had killed him, I am the reason my little brother is dead...that is why they all look at me the way they do. Coldness. Fear. Sadness. Pity. Scorn. Hate.


I feel guilty, I feel I deserve to be punished for the fate that befell him. I hear it among the gossiping whispers of women and children as I walk through the town.


She wasn't ever normal...he didn't deserve to die.


She probably forced him into it, poor child.


He was always so kind and helpful...she should have died instead.


That was it...I should have died, but I didn't, he did. Because he was scared, he was afraid of death, he loved life and only found good in those around him. While I ignored every smile, every warm embrace-though there weren't many-any notion of love. I was not afraid to die, I was prepared at all times, every waking moment...I was ready.


I wish I could apologize, to tell him that I was sorry. I would do anything to bring him back, even if it meant for me to disappear...that's all I want now...


I'm sorry....


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I heard the door creak open, but my eyes didn't flinch. I was too tired. Feet shuffled-less quiet than they were probably supposed to be-across the hard wood floor of my bedroom. I was wondering who it was, but I didn't care as much as I wanted to sleep. I was normally a quiet person anyway, no need to complain, they would be gone soon. I was facing the wall, but was forced to roll over, the dark sheets pulled from my face with the movement. I barely opened one dark-nearly black-blue eye and came to face the brightly, dark ones of my cousin. She was smiling at me, she thought it was hilarious that I was sick didn't she?


"Wake up, dumb-butt. Time to eat." I gowled quietly and rolled back to the white wall,


"Go...away..." I grumbled. I didn't like people in my room without permission, especially Keiko.


"Auntie says you have to eat now!" she was whining. One thing I hated more than her, was her annoying whining. She was four years older than me, she was twenty-years-old, I was sixteen, and she still whined like a baby to get what she wants. I just ignored her. She huffed, she was probably crossing her arms now. "Fine! I'm telling!" and I heard her shuffle back out the door, not closing it, and down the stairs. I sat up then, and glared at the door. It was fully open, exposing my empty bedroom.


The only things that ever existed in here was my bed, my bookshelf with alchmey books on it, a window and me. Sometimes my cat would be in here, but when she started bugging me I shooed her out. I reached out and pulled the covers away, throwing them against the wall. I heard my auto mail creak somewhere in the elbow joint. I glared at my arm, I hated when it creaked, that meant something might be wrong with it. And when something was wrong, I had to go to the auto mail mechanic's house...I hated it there.


The mechanic was old, and her granddaughter was the same age as me, also a mechanic herself. The old lady was the one who gave me the auto mail after the incident-I will not call it an accident-and now the granddaughter fixed it up. She was blonde, had sparkling blue eyes and was really peppy, but really strong. Whenever she got mad at me, she would throw wrenches and other tools directed at my head.


I ceased glaring at my arm when my mother stepped in the doorway. My dark eyes met her lighter eyes, but I looked away. She was giving me that look again, the look that said 'Can't-you-listen-just-this-once-?' No, I wouldn't.


I stood from my bed, bare feet touching the cold floor, and walked towards her. She attempted to stop me and brush my bangs from my face, but I stopped her hand and walked down the hall to the stairs. I stepped down those and grabbed the handle to the front door. Opening it, I walked outside into fresh air. I ignored that I was still barefoot and that I was ill.


I held my arm with my flesh hand, it felt heavy, like it was about to fall off. I think I slept on it wrong. It was the cross between the end of winter and the begining of spring outside, it was chilly, but the grass and country side still flourished. I didn't like it.


I came up to the yellow home with a green roof. I walked up the porch steps and knocked on the wooden door...well...almost. It swung open and I was staring at a metal chest plate. Craning my neck upwards, I saw it was a suit of armor. The helmet moved to look down at me and we just stared at each other. Both mine and its expressions motionless and monotone. Its would be, seeing as it's armor.


"Al, why're you just standin' there?" The armor-I presumed to be called 'Al'-was pushed out of the way, and I moved my head back down-bangs falling back over my eyes slightly-and looked into the golden eyes of a blonde teenager. He was about and inch taller than me, that sucks. Now I'm even shorter than someone else. "Uhhhh....hi?" he asked nervously. I could tell he was intimidated by my look, his eyes averted my gaze and he looked back into the house, "Winry, I think someone's here to see you." he called. The armor had gone back into the house already, so I could clearly see Winry come from the kitchen to the doorway. Her confused eyes, quickly changed to happy ones.


"Yukiko! I haven't seen you in a while!" she giggled. She was already in her work clothes; a black tube top and lavender overalls, the arms wrapped around her waist. I looked back at the blonde boy, he had auto mail as well, I guessed he just got his fixed. "Ed, move." she ordered. He did so obediently, but I could see he didn't like being ordered around. I didn't have time to think about it, though, because Winry grabbed my flesh arm and dragged me inside and to the couch. Ed closed the door and watched, he's probably never seen someone else's auto mail fixed, just his own. "You're going to have to take off your shirt, I can't work with your long sleeves." she told me. Ed's face went red when I started pulling the black shirt up and over my head,


"I don't care if you watch." I said calmly, pulling the shirt off fully and laying it on the couch, "You've never seen someone get their auto mail fixed have you?" I then asked. He shook his head side to side, then sat down on a chair across from Winry and me. She kneeled down next to me, laying my arm on the arm of the couch, and started her work,


"Still wearing bandages?" she inquired to my chest, I grunted in reply, my chin in my other palm. I couldn't focus on her, I was staring intently at Ed, trying to figure out what he reminded me off. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your breasts, you know?" Ed's face changed to from a light pink, to a bright red.


"I'm not...I just don't have use for them." I didn't break my gaze from him. His eyes glided from where Winry was sitting to where I was, staring at him.


"What? What?!" he was frustrated, it was cute. I broke my monotone face and smiled slightly, but it was a little mischeivious, he probably thought I was planning something weird. I could tell by the look on his face. Winry stood and went to go find another tool,


"Don't worry...I'm not going to start stalking you." I told him.


"Then quit staring at me, you're freaking me out."


"No." he twitched, making my smile even more mischeivious. "I figured out what you remind me off..."


"What?" he asked, he looked curious now.


"You really want to know?" he nodded, he was getting really curious, and ticked that I wouldn't tell him. "C'mere." He walked over to me and sat down on the couch, I motioned for him to get closer so I could whisper, he did. This was actually kind of fun. "Chibi." I stated, then moved away quickly. If he was anything like me and my height issues than this was going to be hilarious.



"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE HAS TO WATCH OUT FOR ANTS SO THEY DON'T STEP ON HIM?!?!!?!?!?!???!?!" he huffed, then fell backwards. Cause: A wrench hitting him directly in the middle of the forehead. I looked back over at Winry. A smile still playing on my lips.


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"Okay! Go ahead and try it out, it should be better now." Winry wiped sweat from her forehead with a smile. She put the wrench down on the floor and stood up, pulling me up with her, but after taking two steps I fell back on my ass on the hard floor. Dizzy. "Are you alright, Yukiko?!" winry kneeled back down next to me, worry etching across her face. I held my head,


"I'm just really light headed...." I mumbled. She moved stray starnds of brown hair from my eyes and laid her hand on my forehead, but she pulled away quickly.


"Y-You're burning up!" I looked at the blonde from the corner of my eye. and tried standing again, but was pushed to the couch by my bare shoulders. "I'm going to call your mom and I'll get Ed in here to get you comfortable! So STAY!" I twitched at her rambling and stayed as I was told. Soon after, Ed came out of the kitchen mumbling something along the lines of; "Girls are crazy!" He was holding a tub of water, most likely cold, a rag hung off the edge. I remember him telling me to lay down and then everyhting went dark.


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I heard light voices around me, then I felt my limp body being lifted from where I lay. They were going to take me home. They were going to drag me back to my mistakes and fears, no...I couldn't let that happen. The arms that were holding me were strong and firm, I knew it was Al, I wouldn't be able to hurt him.


I twisted back and forth, trying to wriggle from him, but he held on tight, so I decided to try something else. Whipping my arms upward, I hit his helmet, and rolled from his grasp. I landed on my stomach on the floor. I grunted and heard gasps and my mother squeak, a clatter around somewhere behind me said that I knocked the helmet off. I pushed myself up to my knees, an arm wrapped around my pained stomach. I looked over my shoulder and Al had quickly put his helmet back on. I stood up and was grabbed by my mom, someone had put my shirt back on me, she gripped my auto mail tightly.


"Let go." I tried to get away from her, but my frail looking mother was actually very strong. I pulled away finally, but I still felt exhausted, I moved away and hid myself behind Ed so she couldn't grab me again. "I'm not going home." I stated. Ed looked at me, but didn't move, I was gripping onto his shoulders. His auto mail was on the same side as mine so I wouldn't hurt him much. There might still be some small bruises on his flesh shoulder from my nails.


"Sweet heart, you have to come home so you can rest. Plus, I don't think Miss Pinako would want you to intrude." The small old woman spoke up.


"I don't mind Yukiko being here for as long as she wants. No intrusion at all. Winry tells me she is good with chores and cooking as well." Winry looked down at her grandmother, and smiled brightly.


"Yes, she is! She made a stew for us once when I wasn't able to because I was too busy. It was delicious!" I looked at Winry and Pinako with gratitude. They both smiled at me, the two Rockbells knew how much I hated it at my home and how much I hated being stuck there with my mother and cousin. "She is allowed to stay as long as she wants." she added. Mother looked defeated, sighing she said;


"Alright..if you don't mind...I'm going to bring clothes over for her...I'll be back soon." and she was out the door. Using Ed as my support beam, I fainted again, but into his warm back.


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I woke up again to loud yelling and the sound of metal against metal and against a partially empty head.


"OW! WINRY! OW! STOP! OW! PLEASE! OW! I! OW! GIVE! OW! UP! OW!!!!" Ed fell next to me-on the floor-close to unconsciousness. He sat up, looked over at me, and I flicked him in the head. "Hey!"


"You're really loud...." I heard a hollow snicker, it was Al. I stared at him, not really at him, more at a certain spot on his chest plate. I could see it clearly as if there wasn't a slate of metal between my line of vision and the; "Blood seal...." Al squeaked and Ed made an 'Erk' noise. "You did it too...you tried bringing someone back...who was it?" I asked Ed.


"Our mother...how did you--?" I cut him off,


"I can feel the energy from activated transmutation circles....it's something that I learned how to do after my brother and I did a human transmutation....along with being able to do alchemy without a circle." I had sat up, my knees to my chest. I looked at the floor, there was a suitcase by the side of the couch. "Our father died in the Ishbalan war." I could tell that's what Al was going to ask. His soul was so gentle and calming, he must have been a very nice person, he most likely still is.


"Is that why you have auto mail?"


"Yes..."


"Where is your brother n-....oh...." so Ed wasn't retarded. He could figure out that my brother was dead and I hadn't done anything to stop it...I had been paralyed. That day was the first time in my entire life....


I had been paralyzed with fear.


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Bry: Mmmmmmkay...that was interesting...^^


Yukiko: I am not emo....I am not emo....I am not emo....I am not--


Bry: *hits her over the head with a frying pan and hides in a closet* ^^ Read and Review PWEASE!