Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Diamond Whip - the daughter ❯ Chapter 17
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By: millerthebubbles 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.25.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
oh dear lord I despise having to do a disclaimer, it’s not like I own FMAThe thick pages of the dozen or so open books that were sprawled across the table; turned as a breeze let itself in through the open window. And there amongst the hardbound texts sat Mary, sitting in a large stuffed chair that she scooted up to the table, with her head down in one of the books. She wasn’t sleeping, but she wasn’t awake, he eyes were closed and her thoughts were so deep that it was almost dreamlike. Images in her head flashed before her eyes, thousands of them, some of them she didn’t even recognize. The day and night spells started coming not to long ago where she would lose focus, lost in a supposed memory or a thought. Now she sat there with her head against the book, thinking, trying to analyze her state, but the images wouldn’t leave her, especially one.
“Mary, look over there. That blue star over there” Edward said sliding Mary in close to him on the soft warm ground and with one hand on her neck and the other pointing in the direction of the sky.“That star that your looking at, was just recently discovered, it hasn’t been named yet. But, they already say it is the most beautiful one yet.” He said watching Mary’s face as she concentrated on the tiny dot in the sky.
“They should name it Judas.” Mary declared, keeping her eyes focused on the star she settled herself into Ed’s side, allowing his warm touch to cascade around her body.
“Why?” Ed asked still watching Mary’s concentrated face.
“Because, that star is the freest thing in the galaxy and it should be named after the freest person I’ve ever known, it should be named after an artist.” she said, not allowing any hint of who the Judas she spoke of was.
“And you don’t think the free-spirited Mary, isn’t free?” Ed asked trying not to think of the man she wanted the star to be called.
“I’d give anything for a freedom like Judas had” Mary said looking to the ground away from the star and Ed’s face apparently lost in memory.
“Maybe one day you will have that” Ed suggested lightly, hoping Mary wouldn’t discourage him by disagreeing with him. She didn’t say anything but her eyebrows still twitched in discontentment. So Ed without saying anything just squeezed Mary’s arm affectionately, trying to hide the pain he felt for not understanding what Ari was looking for.
A dull thudding from outside the window caused Mary to slowly raise her head from the book on the table. She looked out towards the window, towards the thudding. She slowly rose from her seat, and glided over to the window leaning out over the sill and looking out into the vast land that lay behind the house. Not to far from the backdoor Mary spotted scar chopping wood. In the last week or so, they had reached an understanding, a complex one for all the silence it included. Mary wouldn’t ask too many questions, and when whatever the reason for her captivity was resolved, she could go home. He didn’t speak to her much too often, only encouraging her to eat something every few days when he noticed full dishes filling the kitchen sink. And when she spoke to him, she despised being lonely, and that’s really what it was. But he smiled at her, more than anyone she’d ever known, and she wouldn’t ask for a kinder gesture from him, another part of their mutual understanding. Deciding to take a break from all the reading she had been doing, she left the library and descended the multiple staircases and the walked a long hallway to the back door. She opened it slowly and walked outside, Scar’s bare back was to her as she watched him chop the wood in the setting sun. He didn’t notice she was there until he took a short breather and heard her feet shuffling the dirt around her. He turned to her, and smiled at her blank face. ‘How could God make such a dangerous beauty?’ he wondered to himself while he smiled at her. ‘Why would he make her so lovely on the outside, when on the inside the soft features melted away to the human machine she was? It’s not fair to her, and it’s not fair to all the people who can’t help themselves but fall in love with her, no matter the association. It was impossible for such a monster to be so beautiful in defying itself and what it is.’“Your wood chopping made it so I couldn’t read” Mary said breaking the silence, looking up into Scars red eyes.
“I apologize, but it’s going to be cold tonight.” he replied to her mock annoyance. He put the axe down, and went and sat down across from her on the opposite stump-made bench. He heaved a deep sigh and slouched over. Looking at his feet on the solid brown, acutely aware that the girl was watching him with those intense green-blue eyes. He couldn’t stand it, but he loved it, how she watched him without the least bit shyness or care to how it affected him, she just watched until she understood, she had him figured out and he knew it, but she still watched him.
“So, who is Judas? If I could ask?” Scar suddenly shot out of the dark, lifting his eyes to meet Mary’s which suddenly filled with dry burning pain.
“How do y-” Mary began but Scar interrupted her.
“His name is on the bookmark” he said, affirming to her that he knew that she had been writing random things on the bookmarks on days when she simply was too bored to read.
“My twin brother, he along with the rest of my family, save my brother that was killed just recently, died in the fire” yes, she knew she didn’t have to explain the fire that destroyed her home, her family, and her life.“I see, why do think of him now?” Scar pressed on.
“Because, now I don’t have the freedom he used to share with me”
“You’ve lost your freedom?”
“Not the freedom you think of”
“That doesn’t matter, why is he so present in your mind now than before?”
“Because, I began to read the bible again a few days ago” Mary said plainly. A confused look crossed Scar’s face at the mention of the bible and a teenage boy named Judas. Mary began to explain.
“When Judas and I were born, we were both very healthy. But, as we got older, I progressed immensely, while he stayed the exact same. For a while people thought he was brain dead, or stupid. But I knew what had happened to him, something in his mind just wouldn’t click anymore, so he couldn’t function, and they left him alone for a while, he was confined to his room without visitors except the woman who took care of him. But, one day I decided to sneak him out. I took him to the small creek that ran by our house and began to read to him, from The Bible. Not many have heard of Christianity, but we believe in one God and his son and that is about it. But, when I read to him, he focused, I knew he understood even the things I didn’t. I kept on reading to him and soon he was an devout believer, reading the bible to him, gave him something to believe in and some kind of hope, he blossomed after that. He was slow, but he spoke to us. He saw the world around him through different eyes, everything was beautiful to him, he could see beyond his shell unlike you and I, and I always envied his freedom. No one understood him like me. I know he was alone when he died, probably praying in his room, or watching me come up the path from his window-" Mary stopped, she had brought her hand to her face and it was hidden. But, it was obvious that tears were otherwise streaming into her hand. Her shoulders shook violently with the weight of her grief that for the sake of being she could not let go.
"He was made for a better world!" she choked, " he was made for a world without war and hate, one filled with love and beauty it didn't take Gods pure creation to see, and even though he was stuck in ours, God was even crueler to him, by allowing him to die lonely!", she couldn't take anymore, she jumped to her feet and started for the house, but she was stopped by Scar's powerful hand stopping her and turning her around to face him. He took a step forward and her knees buckled, he caught her against him holding her up straight. She beat her fist into his chest over and over again trying with all her strength to resist her pain and grief, she didn't want him to console her, he didn't even know her! She gave up and leaned into him her forehead on his chest her body shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably for the first time since she watched her eldest brother die along with the last of her first family.
"I wasn't even there! He was alone! I wasn't there, I should have died with him!" She squeaked from her breathless lungs. She couldn't see it, but Scar was looking down at her, with a new understanding of the loss and loneliness she felt after losing everyone she loved, she and him weren't that different. She didn't want to be alone, even if it meant not being alive, and he had taken from her, her last chance at some of that loneliness being voided by someone who loved her, even if he was a killer. He wished she would forgive him for it, but how could she, if he couldn't do it himself?
Back at Central
The golden sunlight poured into the office, illuminating the man sitting at the lone desk. He looked down at his desk, his head in his hands, his fingers through his pitch black hair. Open on the desk, was her file, the only thing he emotionally lived for, his only true love, his daughter; Mary Blossom Young-Mustang.
"I'm so sorry Mary, I wish I could find you. I'd never let you out of my sight again, I allowed the only thing in the world I love be taken from me, stupid fool I am." he spoke to her, to wherever she may be in this vast world they lived in.
"I'm sure she doesn't blame you for this" A voice chimed in. Mustangs head shot up from his hands to see Edward standing there. Mustang couldn't help but hate him, he wanted to hate anything that Mary had been taken from, everything she loved.
"She wants you to find her, not sit here mopping around like some pathetic old man who misses his charge" Edward shot coldly at him. He expected Roy to attack him, or at least say something, but nothing at all. Mustang got up from his chair and walked around towards Elric.
"But that's what you are, isn't it? You have lost everything you loved and the only thing that will ever love you back!" Edward yelled at him, trying to hurt Mustang as badly as he could for losing Mary, he had to blame Mustang, he also needed something to hate for this.
"You're right I am" Mustang said proudly towering over Edward. Then, Edward held up a manila folder. Mustang grabbed at it, and flipping it open. After scanning it's contents, he knew it to be a tip on Mary's location.
"Now isn't the time to be the pathetic father. Now you need to be the man, who turns his grieving anger into motivation, to get her back." Edward said to Mustang, who for the first time in weeks, looked like he was going to smile.
Back at the house (night time)
She tossed and turned in her bed. Her body flailing everywhere, she shifted and squirmed till she opened her eyes and sat upright in her bed to see the woman with long hair in all black sitting on her bed.
"You're mine, you belong to me! Give me what I want!", and she grabbed for Mary, grabbing her by the arms and trying to pull her towards herself. Mary began to kick and scream and plead.
"No! No! Please leave me alone, you can have it whatever you want I just don't want to be lonely anymore!"She opened her eyes, to see herself sitting up in bed her arms in midair, held by Scar, who was breathing heavily in and out his chest rising and falling, his shirt was damp where the blood that seeped from a gash on his face made contact with the cloth. Mary relaxed her unwillingly tensed muscles. Scar let go of her arms.
"I couldn't let you scream anymore, it was like someone was killing you. You won't wake up from these dreams, and you attacked me when I touched you" he offered a quick explanation. Mary's knees shot up to her chest, as a true sense of shame seeped over her.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispered. Her eyes focused on the window that shone bright by the light of the full moon. Scar looked at her, this was possibly the worst dream yet, she had only ever given him bruises before when he intervened her night terrors. But, now she went at him all out, like she was intent of killing him, as if she thought that was the only way to save herself, he knew this was killing her, not even being able to get out of bed from all the restless sleep. He decided then and there.
“Mary, I owe you the truth"
“Mary, look over there. That blue star over there” Edward said sliding Mary in close to him on the soft warm ground and with one hand on her neck and the other pointing in the direction of the sky.“That star that your looking at, was just recently discovered, it hasn’t been named yet. But, they already say it is the most beautiful one yet.” He said watching Mary’s face as she concentrated on the tiny dot in the sky.
“They should name it Judas.” Mary declared, keeping her eyes focused on the star she settled herself into Ed’s side, allowing his warm touch to cascade around her body.
“Why?” Ed asked still watching Mary’s concentrated face.
“Because, that star is the freest thing in the galaxy and it should be named after the freest person I’ve ever known, it should be named after an artist.” she said, not allowing any hint of who the Judas she spoke of was.
“And you don’t think the free-spirited Mary, isn’t free?” Ed asked trying not to think of the man she wanted the star to be called.
“I’d give anything for a freedom like Judas had” Mary said looking to the ground away from the star and Ed’s face apparently lost in memory.
“Maybe one day you will have that” Ed suggested lightly, hoping Mary wouldn’t discourage him by disagreeing with him. She didn’t say anything but her eyebrows still twitched in discontentment. So Ed without saying anything just squeezed Mary’s arm affectionately, trying to hide the pain he felt for not understanding what Ari was looking for.
A dull thudding from outside the window caused Mary to slowly raise her head from the book on the table. She looked out towards the window, towards the thudding. She slowly rose from her seat, and glided over to the window leaning out over the sill and looking out into the vast land that lay behind the house. Not to far from the backdoor Mary spotted scar chopping wood. In the last week or so, they had reached an understanding, a complex one for all the silence it included. Mary wouldn’t ask too many questions, and when whatever the reason for her captivity was resolved, she could go home. He didn’t speak to her much too often, only encouraging her to eat something every few days when he noticed full dishes filling the kitchen sink. And when she spoke to him, she despised being lonely, and that’s really what it was. But he smiled at her, more than anyone she’d ever known, and she wouldn’t ask for a kinder gesture from him, another part of their mutual understanding. Deciding to take a break from all the reading she had been doing, she left the library and descended the multiple staircases and the walked a long hallway to the back door. She opened it slowly and walked outside, Scar’s bare back was to her as she watched him chop the wood in the setting sun. He didn’t notice she was there until he took a short breather and heard her feet shuffling the dirt around her. He turned to her, and smiled at her blank face. ‘How could God make such a dangerous beauty?’ he wondered to himself while he smiled at her. ‘Why would he make her so lovely on the outside, when on the inside the soft features melted away to the human machine she was? It’s not fair to her, and it’s not fair to all the people who can’t help themselves but fall in love with her, no matter the association. It was impossible for such a monster to be so beautiful in defying itself and what it is.’“Your wood chopping made it so I couldn’t read” Mary said breaking the silence, looking up into Scars red eyes.
“I apologize, but it’s going to be cold tonight.” he replied to her mock annoyance. He put the axe down, and went and sat down across from her on the opposite stump-made bench. He heaved a deep sigh and slouched over. Looking at his feet on the solid brown, acutely aware that the girl was watching him with those intense green-blue eyes. He couldn’t stand it, but he loved it, how she watched him without the least bit shyness or care to how it affected him, she just watched until she understood, she had him figured out and he knew it, but she still watched him.
“So, who is Judas? If I could ask?” Scar suddenly shot out of the dark, lifting his eyes to meet Mary’s which suddenly filled with dry burning pain.
“How do y-” Mary began but Scar interrupted her.
“His name is on the bookmark” he said, affirming to her that he knew that she had been writing random things on the bookmarks on days when she simply was too bored to read.
“My twin brother, he along with the rest of my family, save my brother that was killed just recently, died in the fire” yes, she knew she didn’t have to explain the fire that destroyed her home, her family, and her life.“I see, why do think of him now?” Scar pressed on.
“Because, now I don’t have the freedom he used to share with me”
“You’ve lost your freedom?”
“Not the freedom you think of”
“That doesn’t matter, why is he so present in your mind now than before?”
“Because, I began to read the bible again a few days ago” Mary said plainly. A confused look crossed Scar’s face at the mention of the bible and a teenage boy named Judas. Mary began to explain.
“When Judas and I were born, we were both very healthy. But, as we got older, I progressed immensely, while he stayed the exact same. For a while people thought he was brain dead, or stupid. But I knew what had happened to him, something in his mind just wouldn’t click anymore, so he couldn’t function, and they left him alone for a while, he was confined to his room without visitors except the woman who took care of him. But, one day I decided to sneak him out. I took him to the small creek that ran by our house and began to read to him, from The Bible. Not many have heard of Christianity, but we believe in one God and his son and that is about it. But, when I read to him, he focused, I knew he understood even the things I didn’t. I kept on reading to him and soon he was an devout believer, reading the bible to him, gave him something to believe in and some kind of hope, he blossomed after that. He was slow, but he spoke to us. He saw the world around him through different eyes, everything was beautiful to him, he could see beyond his shell unlike you and I, and I always envied his freedom. No one understood him like me. I know he was alone when he died, probably praying in his room, or watching me come up the path from his window-" Mary stopped, she had brought her hand to her face and it was hidden. But, it was obvious that tears were otherwise streaming into her hand. Her shoulders shook violently with the weight of her grief that for the sake of being she could not let go.
"He was made for a better world!" she choked, " he was made for a world without war and hate, one filled with love and beauty it didn't take Gods pure creation to see, and even though he was stuck in ours, God was even crueler to him, by allowing him to die lonely!", she couldn't take anymore, she jumped to her feet and started for the house, but she was stopped by Scar's powerful hand stopping her and turning her around to face him. He took a step forward and her knees buckled, he caught her against him holding her up straight. She beat her fist into his chest over and over again trying with all her strength to resist her pain and grief, she didn't want him to console her, he didn't even know her! She gave up and leaned into him her forehead on his chest her body shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably for the first time since she watched her eldest brother die along with the last of her first family.
"I wasn't even there! He was alone! I wasn't there, I should have died with him!" She squeaked from her breathless lungs. She couldn't see it, but Scar was looking down at her, with a new understanding of the loss and loneliness she felt after losing everyone she loved, she and him weren't that different. She didn't want to be alone, even if it meant not being alive, and he had taken from her, her last chance at some of that loneliness being voided by someone who loved her, even if he was a killer. He wished she would forgive him for it, but how could she, if he couldn't do it himself?
Back at Central
The golden sunlight poured into the office, illuminating the man sitting at the lone desk. He looked down at his desk, his head in his hands, his fingers through his pitch black hair. Open on the desk, was her file, the only thing he emotionally lived for, his only true love, his daughter; Mary Blossom Young-Mustang.
"I'm so sorry Mary, I wish I could find you. I'd never let you out of my sight again, I allowed the only thing in the world I love be taken from me, stupid fool I am." he spoke to her, to wherever she may be in this vast world they lived in.
"I'm sure she doesn't blame you for this" A voice chimed in. Mustangs head shot up from his hands to see Edward standing there. Mustang couldn't help but hate him, he wanted to hate anything that Mary had been taken from, everything she loved.
"She wants you to find her, not sit here mopping around like some pathetic old man who misses his charge" Edward shot coldly at him. He expected Roy to attack him, or at least say something, but nothing at all. Mustang got up from his chair and walked around towards Elric.
"But that's what you are, isn't it? You have lost everything you loved and the only thing that will ever love you back!" Edward yelled at him, trying to hurt Mustang as badly as he could for losing Mary, he had to blame Mustang, he also needed something to hate for this.
"You're right I am" Mustang said proudly towering over Edward. Then, Edward held up a manila folder. Mustang grabbed at it, and flipping it open. After scanning it's contents, he knew it to be a tip on Mary's location.
"Now isn't the time to be the pathetic father. Now you need to be the man, who turns his grieving anger into motivation, to get her back." Edward said to Mustang, who for the first time in weeks, looked like he was going to smile.
Back at the house (night time)
She tossed and turned in her bed. Her body flailing everywhere, she shifted and squirmed till she opened her eyes and sat upright in her bed to see the woman with long hair in all black sitting on her bed.
"You're mine, you belong to me! Give me what I want!", and she grabbed for Mary, grabbing her by the arms and trying to pull her towards herself. Mary began to kick and scream and plead.
"No! No! Please leave me alone, you can have it whatever you want I just don't want to be lonely anymore!"She opened her eyes, to see herself sitting up in bed her arms in midair, held by Scar, who was breathing heavily in and out his chest rising and falling, his shirt was damp where the blood that seeped from a gash on his face made contact with the cloth. Mary relaxed her unwillingly tensed muscles. Scar let go of her arms.
"I couldn't let you scream anymore, it was like someone was killing you. You won't wake up from these dreams, and you attacked me when I touched you" he offered a quick explanation. Mary's knees shot up to her chest, as a true sense of shame seeped over her.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispered. Her eyes focused on the window that shone bright by the light of the full moon. Scar looked at her, this was possibly the worst dream yet, she had only ever given him bruises before when he intervened her night terrors. But, now she went at him all out, like she was intent of killing him, as if she thought that was the only way to save herself, he knew this was killing her, not even being able to get out of bed from all the restless sleep. He decided then and there.
“Mary, I owe you the truth"