Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession's hold ❯ Chapter 1 Starting ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: i do not own fullmetal alchemist if i did it would suck there you go.

Warnings: this contains (for now) hints and mild pedophillia. THATS CHILD ABUSE. may get darker and heavier.

“Still if someone took you from me brother. I think I might do the same thing.”

It couldn't be happening. NO! But the proof lay in front of him.

Dead.

His brother.

His wonderful older brother.

The words he had once said so innocently spilled from his helmet again and screaming in rage Alphonse unclenched his huge metal fist then clapped and drew the room of 200 military soldiers and 4 homunculus in to a swirling torrent of furious alchemy. He appeared at the gate with others. They were all pulled into the gate as its eyes watched greedily. Al prepared to be pulled into the gate when he was pushed into his body which aged until it was 18.

“NO!” he shrieked angrily. “I WANT BROTHER BACK.” He stopped yelling and slipped to the ground and murmured softly “I want him back and human.” The eyes of the gate stared at him mockingly.

“It takes more than that. Brat.” The voices came from around him.

“w-what” Al stuttered softly.

“Fool. True you have offered lives. And yes enough to reattach your brother's soul to his body and for him to live again. But don't you want to live with him as well?”

“I do, but there wasn't enough for both of us right?”

The smirk in it voices could be felt “no there is not. But why not make a stone and bring him back that way?”

“There isn't time his soul would pass on!”

“True, true.” Its voice was mock thoughtful “but what if the soul was kept here while you created the stone? Receiving some payment occasionally of course.”

Al looked uneasily round “he would be given his arm and leg back.”

The terms were set and a deal was made. Ed's soul was brought to the opening of the gate and held there while Al went into the world as a gifted killer.

Five years later

Mustang lay on the floor, cuts scattered across his face. the young man in front of him gazed at on calmly.

“Alphonse. Stop this.” He fell forward coughing. “He wouldn't want it. Not this. Alphonse it's too late Edward died years ago.”

He stared at the man on the floor for a moment, and then looked into his hand at the red glowing stone. “Just one more life.” Mustang lifted his head to stare at the large glowing stone. It was huge. The amount of lives that it took to make it was unimaginable. The once sweet, innocent boy raised a dagger. It was clean, ornate and lethal.

“I wouldn't want to be rude.” The blood stained man stated softly. “I knew you for many years.” He sighed softly “it's a pity brother won't see you, he'll need someone to argue with sometimes. After all he won't want to upset me.” He smiled gently at dark haired man, who blanched, and began moving away on his backside, pushing with his feet, trying to stand. The monster that was once Alphonse Elric slowly walked towards him before a group of soldiers came racing round the corner. Before a shot could be fired they vanished and the stone glowed.

“Should do.” Al gazed at the rock.

Hawkeye, Havoc and Furey rounded the corner.

“Sir!” Mustang simply continued to stare, as Al activated a transmutation circle.

The eyes at the gate simply watched as the sacrifice was made. It wasn't exactly a living being but it bore some of those qualities. This is how it spawned homunculi. It stared at the teenager that it had held for five years. They began to pull the arm and leg from within itself. Ed began to lose years, regressing to a twelve year old. At which point the arm and leg were altered slightly to fit on his body. His soul was attached and memories erased until his soul was the same age as the body. he was dressed and the spark of life was pushed into to his chest and for the first time in years his heart began beating and his lungs drew in air. Blood flowed round his body and his stomach growled. Oxygen reached his brain and his eyes shot open. sensation flowed back to him. though the only placed he really noticed was his right arm and left leg. He lay next to the gate, gasping in confusion,

The last thing he remembered was deciding to search for the philosopher's stone to restore Al's body. How he was back here? Where was Al? What was going on?

Al stared at the circle angrily. Where was he? Fucking cunts.

Mustang and the others stared in confusion when a glowing mass began to appear on the floor it raised up and began moulding itself a shape before the light flew away. Edward lay there coughing and blinking in the weak light.

“How could you do this?” Mustang screamed at Al, who blinked calmly. Ed twitched and slowly moved into a sitting position. “A homunculus. A fucking homunculus, you stupid…” the look in Al's eyes stopped him. Ed slowly looked around and found himself surrounded by people he didn't know.

A tall man with dark hair wearing a military uniform, wait Mustang, the young boy hadn't known Mustang very long and the man had aged 12 years and was covered in blood.

And another one with black hair and glasses no idea who he was.

A blonde man with blue eyes, military uniform, H...Havoc was it?

The woman. Blonde hair, long but clipped up, brown eyes. Hawkeye? Maybe, made sense. Wasn't her hair short yesterday? Why was everyone so different? The young blonde stared at them his molten gold eyes wide. They stared back.

“S-sir.” Hawkeye whispered “call me foolish but I don't think he's a homunculus. He looks A LOT younger than he did before.”

Mustang stared his dark eyes wide, it seemed he was doing little but staring recently.

“I've got to agree with you Hawkeye.” His voice sounded a little odd to him. He slowly stood up legs shaking while Ed sat with his legs curled slightly and sprawled out giving him a wide eyed look.

“But that's impossible.”

The lost expression on Ed's face was priceless. If Mustang hadn't known better he would have sworn blind he was only about 8. There was a movement behind Ed. But it was subtle and the young boy was tired.

Al stood slowly “it worked because I've been sacrificing souls for the past 5 years to keep his soul at the gate.”

“Why is he so young?” Hawkeye asked fighting the urge not to tremble, shit she was stronger than this. Al frowned. Then span the boy on his backside to stare at him. Defiantly younger, his bangs were quite a bit shorter at the front and the braided hair just reached his shoulders rather than the centre of his back. He had slightly chubby cheeks, his eye were the same gold they always had been but with a child's look of naivety and innocence.

“Good question it might just be his body though. How old are you?” he glared at the Ed, who was now out of it and seconds away from falling asleep where he sat.

“T-t-twelve.” He said around his yawn. He gazed blearily at the man in front of him.

He was tall and his eyes either appeared to have insane quality about them or a cold, calculating look. They were the same green/grey colour of his mothers. His hair was dark silky brown, framing his face and brushing his shoulders. He reminded him of Al but in a distant way. He was too dark and warped to have ever come from his sweet brother.

But when he spoke it was Al's voice, but deeper.

“Al?” he stared in confusion, this was too much for his sleep deprived brain to process. The man glared at the young blonde and his grip became vice like, soon painful and the child whimpered softly and pulled away from him. He continued to glare but stopped looking at the lost expression on Ed's face.

“I'm Alphonse Elric. As in your younger brother.” Ed's eyes widened to the size of saucepan lids and he choked out “No way.”

The insane eyes drove into the younger boys and Ed was pulled tightly into his arms. He rested his chin on the small boy's head and pulled him further into his chest. Moving his head to breathe in the, now younger, brother's scent. Al's eyes slid shut as he breathed in his brothers scent, cinnamon, Ed always smelt like that he remembered. But now he also had another scent, soft and gentle. The odd scent that children have. Not very strong but defiantly there. He hadn't noticed it as a child because he was the same, but now. Anger filled him, and he felt like ripping the boy's hair out! But calmed himself.

Ed didn't trust him yet.

The child needed to understand he belonged to him first, before he punished him for forgetting. No, once the child realised how much his being so young upset his brother he would change into a teenager again.

A sudden movement startled them.

Mustang moved.

He began walking towards the brothers, and Al lifted the boy his arms to carry him, like a mother does a baby. Mustang halted, if Al ran off now he might never see the Ed alive again; now the boy was back he felt a protective father's instinct rising in his chest and he was determined to see the boy.

“Didn't you say you wanted him to argue with me sometimes? To talk to me?”

“That was when he was going to be older. He doesn't know me. you might try to turn him against me!” Al's nostrils flared angrily and he pulled the boy tightly to his chest.

“He's mine! You're not touching him.” His voice dripped venom and had a possessive quality to them. Ed looked up from his cradle in Al's arms, confused and unnerved.

“I won't! I won't! I mean Hawkeye knows some children his age and he will need to socialise with others aside from you. So you can have time to yourself ! Children can get quite tiring. Remember how much hassle he was when you were a suit of armour? And you couldn't get tired then. You'll be exhausted!”

The cold eyes had changed to the insane look again and he pulled the boy tighter.

“I'll think about it.” he murmured softly. He clapped his hands and slammed them against the wall. A tornado built up and the younger two were covered by it.

Mustang was about to call for Alphonse to stop. But didn't.

The bastard wouldn't listen anyway.

Alphonse ran through central, clutching Ed tightly to his chest. The younger boy had fallen asleep soon after they had raced away from headquarters.

He arrived at a dingy apartment block.

Five years ago, when he had first chosen this path. He had realised a few things.

He needed money to eat and drink and clothe himself.

When Edward came back he might be weak and unable to work.

He needs an easier way of finding people to sacrifice without getting caught.

After all he needed a lot of souls. Dieing before he had them all was not a good idea. In order to get all these thing sorted he had done the simplest and readily available thing at the time and had become an assassin/hit man. He had quickly earned a lot of money as he could kill quickly and silently, and often killed more than one a night he was soon the best in business which earned him more money. So in order for his brother to have a place to stay and him to keep low key he had bought an apartment.

The building was grey with graffiti scrawled over it. Rubbish clogged up the guttering so grey slime oozed out of the drain. The door was heavy and metal with huge dents. If you were to look closely at the various notches over the door you would find drying, dried or rotten, browning blood. How it comes to be there isn't one of the most pleasant thoughts in the world or a question worth answering, all the residents knew, it was there and that was all they needed to know.

Days old and fresh sick painted the outsides wall like a disgusting anti-theft devise. Al kicked the door swiftly and slipped in before it closed. Inside a pile of vomit was under the moulding stair well. And the soft sound of sobbing could be heard, he began climbing mould covered, sodden stairs. Unnameable stains covered the walls. And some of the wall it's self lay on the floor. The air smelt of mould, piss and shit. Arguing could be heard on corridors as he climbed up, the sounds of a fist connecting with something, a crash as said something hit the floor. There was a good possibility who ever it was had just been killed. Ed frowned in his sleep and shifted, discontented. Al frowned at this, even though he was furious with Ed for being a child, he needed him to trust and love him. If the boy was scared by the environment he was in he wouldn't do that. The sounds of different sets of children screaming in anger and fear sounded from the next few floors.

The final floor where he lived was silent, perhaps too silent for the brat to be cheerful but it was welcome after the noise from the other floors. The apartment it's self was dark and bare with closed dust covered curtains. Al had the larger bedroom with a king size bed in it. Everything was perfectly clean, aside from the never opened curtains. The living room and the kitchen were in the same room and the bathroom was slightly bigger than a closet with a clean, but still dirty looking bath tub and a shower stall. The toilet seat was broken in half and on each side of the toilet it's self. The smaller bedroom had a large, single bed in it. As Ed had always preferred single beds for a typically confusing reason. It was the only room that was light and warm feeling, Al had put effort into making Ed's room comfortable and warm. So it had a thick red carpet and clean white walls. In order for his brother to decorate as he saw fit, and to keep it cosy. He walked into the room briskly then laid the boy down. Al swiftly undressed him, before stopping at his boxers. He gazed at the young boy's chest. Already starting to developing light muscles.

The man stared and slowly reached out, to touch the soft looking flesh. Ed exhaled sharply at that moment and blinked open his bleary eyes. Al shot backwards and stared at the boy, his heart beating fast.

Ed blinked around feeling disorientated, before spotting Al. he didn't fully trust the man, and his eyes scared him to death. Still.

“Al? What's going on here? I don't remember what happened. Why are your so old? How come my automail's gone? When did ya get your body back? Dammit! I just don't get it.” Ed's voice began filling with tears and he buried his head into Alphonse's chest.

Al simply stood there. For some reason he kept thinking about slipping his hands down and…

Shit. If he did that now the boy would get scared he needed his trust to make him change into a teen again. Teen? Well late teen when it happened he had been 19. But Ed being a teen was better than him being a sobbing brat. They would be closer ages. What with Al being 23 now, they couldn't be that close with Ed only 12.

His thoughts came to the idea of forcing the boy to his `will'.

He dropped his hands to the boys back and rubbed his hands across the child's soft flesh, with a slightly sadistic look in his eyes. The stupid innocent brat had no idea what he was thinking and god, if he did, would he be running for the hills.

As it was the young boy felt safe with his brother there.

He hadn't done anything as far as he knew.

He hadn't died.

He hadn't grown up ever. (Well he firmly believed he was already grown up but age still counts for something).

He had just woke up in a strange world.

A/N when i said child smell. it's kinda how babies smell, i know at 12 Ed wouldn't still smell like a baby but i wanted to put somthing werid like that in.

review please! and no flames i have a sick mind get over it