Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Emotion of Regret ❯ Semi-Semblance ( Chapter 5 )

 

AU: Hello to my appreciated readers and reviewers. Welcome to the last chapter (finally). This pervious one shot actually was fun to do, and I hope you like the work I spent on this last round!

 

 

 

SEMI-SEMBLANCE-

 

Erroneous… False… Lies.

 

This was not real; nor was it happening. The whole scenario had to be a large dreadful dream that miraculously came to life. “Come to life?” That in itself was a joke, a sham. How could his “life” come back to being “alive” when he just saw it get shot down, directly in front of him?

 

Rage… Hate… -Love?

 

Was that how one would describe the undying tingling in the back of his throat? The gut feeling which told him that this had to be a lie, could that be lo-? He cut his train of thought off, right there. He could not find the courage it would take to even think that… word again.

 

He finally made it back, and dared to believe the nightmare would be over… `So much for that.'

 

That idiot, smirking, smug, condescending bastard officially made it apparent that for all of his academic and alchemic knowledge, he could be so completely and utterly retarded.

 

Retarded; slow to think, an underdeveloped mind.

 

That seemed the most effective way to efficiently “label” the bastard's stupidity. After all, what kind of person would actually allow themselves to be injured like that? Oh, heroicness and nobleness could take all their properties and shove them for all he cared. Some random action of undying love- there was that word again- was hardly worth this agony.

 

Sure he'd done it more than once to protect Al. But Al was his brother that was an entirely different matter. He knew Al all of his life, and yet he found that he loved Roy Mustang just as much. Yes, loved…

 

And as he held Roy's bleeding body, Edward managed a glance up at the one who initiated such a conflict. It was not that he actually blamed the guy… After all, Ed knew fully well that the man would shoot at him eventually. So then it was Mustang's fault for getting in the way.

 

Bah! As if Ed needed such a worthless, pitiful sacrifice. He didn't want someone- especially “him”- to give up their life for him. That was strictly Edward's job and he knew it. He was the one that sacrificed himself for others, and put others ahead of himself.

 

But this raw, tearing feeling of having someone take a hit for him was not welcome. At lest he now knew how Alphonse and Winry must have felt when he had been the one to do something so stupid.

 

“Damn it… you stupid bastard,” Edward choked out through the tears slowly coursing down his face.

 

The soldier in front of him lost control of his gun as it clattered down to his feet. It may have been because he actually shot someone. Yet, from the quivering of his lower lip and the slight twitching of his eyelid, Ed somehow doubted that. After all, he had just brought down Colonel Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. The man who had nearly become the Furher. And when he quickly turned away to run, Ed thought that it might have been to get backup.

 

Though, he found himself not caring…

 

The soldier didn't matter; neither did anything else. Only Roy did. Right now, he was the only one that Ed felt deserved to have his attention.

 

It looked as though Mustang was trying to talk, and for how much Ed wanted to hear that silky voice, he found an effective way to silence Roy. Besides, they say that talking while you're injured supposedly only drains your strength.

 

But, nevertheless, Edward realized that the man had to breathe, so he removed his lips from Roy's.

 

A small amount of shock was visible through the pain-etched face that Mustang was staring at Ed with. Slowly, a quiet, small smile formed and Ed realized what he had to do.

 

If the egotistical Roy Mustang could make such a sacrifice for him, the Ed would definitely show the bastard up by topping him. And for kicks, save his life while he was at it.

 

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Mustang was sure lucky that Ed had written the letter a few months before hand. Otherwise, he may have had to wait for him to plot it out. And who knows, he could have been dead by then.

 

As Edward worriedly glanced at him, he hurriedly finished scanning the paper. Only one thing was missing to close it. Ed apologized as he dipped his metal finger into some of Roy's lost blood and carefully wrote two words at the end of the parchment. His scratchy writing read, `Alphonse' on the front.

 

And with that, Edward knew that he was ready.

 

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The Gate.

 

Looming ominous doors parted and patiently waited for Ed to walk through of his own accord. This was more of a trade than a sacrifice. It was the same as that time with Al.

 

In exchange for Roy's life Edward was fully prepared to go back to the `other world'. Truth knew how much Edward despised that dreary, morose place. Though, it hadn't the slightest idea why.

 

Deep inside, Ed hated the truth all together. He'd been running from it for what, nearly eight years? No, more than that… Probably since his father left Al and his mother alone. So when the opportunity arised for truth to manifest into an actual form, Ed couldn't hold back that immense hatred. He hated doing what the Gate and Truth wanted. But he had to remember, this was for Roy. As long as he reminded himself of that…

 

“Hurry up chibi-kun”

 

Edward's golden eyes flared at the source of the echoing voice. The shape that carried an arm and leg merely grinned at him. “Shut the hell up you asshole! And don't you dare assume that I'm short when you don't even have a real body!” Ed seethed as he stomped towards the doors.

 

Truth suddenly burst into small fist of laughter, “Good one! But, you really mustn't be so touchy!”

 

Dark light and small hands reached for Edward while he breeched the entrance. In his heart, he sent a small good bye to his former commanding officer.

 

But he was abruptly pulled out of his dazed state of mind as a cool hand clenched his fingers.

The Gate doors shut violently while Truth screamed, “You can't do that! You shrimp! That's not equivalency!”

 

A voice beside Truth persuaded chastely, “Now, now… The agreement was only for Ed to have to go; you never said anything against the other one going with him.”

 

Truth sneered, “You're lucky I owe you, Hoenheim of Light…”

 

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