Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession's hold ❯ Chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings for OOC. This is because its an other world, abuse, years gone. You get it

 

Al quickly managed to hush the boy down and told him that when he was rested he would tell him, after all they had all the time they wanted. Ed simply sniffed and nodded. Before being given a pair of PJs. The boy blinked at them, before shaking his head slowly.

“I sleep in my top and boxers, Al.” he looked up, just missing the sour look that crossed Al's face. The kid had just got back and he was already refusing to do as he was told. He couldn't even do anything about it yet!

“Yes. I know, but they will be dirty after all this time so you should put these on to be comfortable.” Damn kid! He had just had to transmute some of his clothes for them. He wasn't certain why he wanted the boy to wear the damn things. But he did so Ed should. They weren't that bad either, black cotton, he wears black all the time! The boy gazed up at Al's face to find his eyes cold and creepy again. He couldn't decide which was scariest the insane look or the cold one.

“Okay” there didn't seem to be any point in arguing about it. He would sleep on the floor if he had too, he was exhausted even if he had only just woken up. He changed and went to sleep. Al walked out angrily clutching Ed's clothes, he now had to pay for Ed's clothes as well as food. There wasn't a cat in hells chance that Ed was going to be a state alchemist again, he wasn't leaving his side and Ed would be useless in a desk job. He growled angrily. If the damn brat was going to be a dependant child he was going to act like a child. Ed had always had listened to their mother, so he would always listen to him. That was that.

 

Ed woke up next day early and walked into the next room and Al's gaze.

“Morning.” How did that sound threatening? Damn this guy was a total jerk even if he was Al. Ed was promptly struck by a wave of guilt at his thoughts. It wasn't Al's fault. It was his. He had killed his brother once and he probably wasn't meant to be alive right now. He felt tears tickling the back of his eyes and nose, great now he was going to start crying again. He seemed to be doing that a lot at the moment. Mind he had nearly been killed yesterday along with Winry, by Barry the chopper. Not to mention Nina. He shut his eyes tightly but tears began bubbling out of them regardless. Dammit acting like a freakin girl.

Al stared emotionlessly as the young blonde ,yet again, began to cry. At least the little shit had tried to hold them back this time. Al sighed softly through his nose. Mind the boy did look cute in those pyjamas, his hair falling down all sleep ruffled, he smirked softly at his thoughts and rose to hold the boy. He had worked all night on a plan and story.

“Do you want to know what's going on now or do you want some time?”

Ed's head shot up with a vengeance “NO! I want to know now.”

“Settle back it's a long one.” He kept the basics the same and didn't change anything from the truth until Ed turned 16. “Shortly after you turned sixteen it went insane because of the homunculus, they attacked and kidnapped me.” Al smirked when Ed's eyes widened and he gasped softly. Ed was amazed at all the things he had been told he did, the Fullmetal alchemist `hero of the people' how awesome did that sound? Yep that proved it all right. he was a genius and child prodigy, which he already knew, but he was a hero who could do anything. The world thought he was great and they were right and he was the best and… he paused at the WTH look Al was giving him. He blinked and realised he`d stood up smiling like a moron. “Hehe erm what happened next?” he said giving a wide smile and rubbing his hair.

Al reprised the desire to growl, and realised Mustang may have had a point. The kid was going to drive him nuts! He was so loud! He was going to let him see Mustang after all just so he wouldn't kill the boy.

“After that.” Al spoke through clenched teeth. “I was kidnapped while still in the armour. You came to save me and there was a huge fight between you and a homunculus named Envy. He distracted you by revealing he was our older half brother. Remember about dad jumping from body to body? Well it turned out he was dad and the bitch Dante's child. He stabbed you through the chest when you weren't focused. Killing you. I pulled you from the gate at a price, when you turned nineteen you would go to the gate, unless we had an equivalent exchange. The homunculus ran off and we didn't see them for a while. We made up a story for Mustang and the others. When you see them they will tell you it, so remember you have to pretend I told you the same story okay?” Ed nodded quietly, it was nerve wracking to realise he had died once. “Well after that I got my body back, but while in central I kept to the armour. When you were nineteen we were in the middle of a battle when the gate opened to take you. When it did I activated a circle on the floor meaning to drag in the homunculi we were fighting with, only the gate pulled about 200 soldiers in as well, for that exchange it kept your soul there for five years while I searched for the stone, which I found but had a lot of work trying to reach it, when I came back with the stone to central I found it in the state you saw it I activated the stone when I saw Mustang and you came through so young.” Al smirked again at the shocked look adorning Ed's face, the kid was falling for every lie without thinking about all the holes in his story. Ed stared at Al in amazement the coming back to life thing was cool and all, but Al saved his life! When he didn't need him anymore. He felt joy bubbling up inside. He had been so certain that Al hated him for destroying his body. Ed buried his head softly into Al's chest and murmured a thanks. Al hissed in a breath then pulled the boy onto his lap, he pulled him tight and kissed his neck gently. Ed pulled away looking confused but Al smiled softly at him and he settled back down. They talked for a while, ate, and read. They settled quietly into this routine for several days. This routine was all very well but it was extremely boring for an extremely active twelve year old. So he began to get fidgety and over the course of those days built up the courage to ask if he could go out sometime.

“Al? I…I've been wondering is it? You know? Okay if I go out see things and people, yeah like that Colonel Mustang?”

Al glanced up, thinking, well the brat was getting irritating with his ceaseless movements. But letting Ed do what he wanted? no chance.

“I might want to see Winry sometime as well.”

Jealousy flushed through Al's system he couldn't stop that yet either, plus Winry would hear Ed was alive and would try to see him, and god was that bitch stubborn.

“Yes. But first come here.” Ed did so obediently. Al pulled him on to his knee.

“Give me a kiss on the cheek.” Ed wrinkled his nose but didn't say anything already getting used to the fact Al loved kissing.

“Do you love me?” Ed head reared up in shock

“Of course I do!”

“Then say it.”

“I love you.”

“Why?” Ed bit his lip he didn't know why he just did.

“Because you're my lit… my brother.”

“Yes. But you love me because I saved your life, I looked after you so well, I'm kind to you when you don't deserve it and I'm YOUR older brother who loves you.” Ed nodded

“Say it.” Ed frowned

“You want to go out right?” Ed blinked getting the hint.

“I love you because you saved my life, you look after me so well, your kind to me when I don't deserve it and you're my elder brother.” He repeated the rote.

“I'll take you to the gates and give you directions inside you will meet me at 5 `o' clock. Any later and your grounded.” Ed nodded frantically he was just glad to get out of the creepy apartment.

“Get dressed, here.” Al handed Ed his red jacket, black and white edged zip up jacket and leather pants, along with the boots with the red soles. Ed realized at that point he had been wearing several different pair of PJs that Al had made for him. For some reason the man didn't want him in his normal sleepwear.

“I haven't got my tank top and underwear here, Al.” Al huffed slightly. If he gave the kid them back he would wear them at night.

“Which colour pyjamas do you want too wear tonight?” Ed got the hint loud and clear.

“The black ones.” Al handed over his tank top and white boxers.

 

As soon as the boy was dressed he was rushed out of the apartment and hurried to the stairs, which were painted with some poor saps blood. Ed promptly covered his eyes not wanting to see it but found he kept falling. Al rolled his eyes impatiently, what so now the brat was scared of a little bit of blood. Not mentioning the trail left along the floor, which leads into to an apartment where a dull thud could be heard. The military was afraid of entering the neighbourhood which wasn't surprising but as a consequence the residents had become more animalistic in their behaviour, whether it be arguments or sex.

As Ed saw there was some white stuff dripping down part of the stairs, Ed blanched thinking it was milk, gross stuff. Al smirked knowing exactly what it was and where he wished to put his own brand, soon enough. He pulled the boy quickly along after that. When they were outside he covered the boy's face with the red coats hood.

He dragged the boy through to central headquarters where he pushed the boy in the general direction of the building.

“You go in there now; here, take this to get inside.” He threw a pocket watch at the blonde. “You meet me here on time. Got it? You have 5 hours, should be plenty of time.” Alphonse's eyes burned into the young boys, his voice sharp, quick, bitter.

Ed nodded quickly all the commands going too quickly for him to follow anyway.

He rushed off into the building at high speeds looking around the shambles. Unsure of where to go, he slowly began picking his way across the rumble of various walls.

“Hey you can't go in there.” Furey ran up to him. Freezing, as the boy turned to him.

“Hi, weren't you there when I woke up the other day. With the Colonel, an Hawkeye an Havoc? Yeah I'm sure you were.” Ed beamed brightly at him, and Furey's brain nearly overloaded, this was just too confusing.

“Yes I was. Why you are back here?”

“Well I was getting really bored in that apartment cose Al won't talk a lot or well have fun, like we did ages ago. Well I reckon it's about a week now.” Ed spoke quickly still smiling, obviously bubbling with unused energy. Furey grabbed Ed's hand and pulled him towards a small building.

Mustang was inside pacing the floor. Alphonse hadn't attacked alone he had been with a bunch of mercenaries hired to trash the building. Though he was supposed to work on a set of reports along with his subordinates, his mind was on other matters. Al had said he had stored Ed's soul at the gate. So even if the boy was human he must have been affected by it right? But then why would the boy be so young. The door was swung open by Furey still pulling Ed along. Ed was pushed forward and every body in the room stopped and stared. Ed was lucky that he knew everyone in the room even if he had no memories of them. Breda, Hawkeye, Havoc and Mustang stared at the boy for several minutes before Ed started shifting. Mustang ran forward and grabbed the boys face and scanned his eyes, Ed, however panicked and knocked Mustang out for a few seconds (complete with a black eye) before he could be pacified.

Mustang stared at the boy this should be impossible. But the young boy was sitting in front off him eating like well, like Ed. He was bright and bubbly, when asked why he was so energetic he would simply say he was glad to be out of that “stinking place.” Despite Mustang's main concerns he couldn't say the boy was a homunculus. He rose and walked over to Ed; who, in turn, gazed up at him.

“I'm sorry for scaring you earlier.” Mustang apologized softly.

“And I'm sorry for knocking ya out an givin you that black eye. Looks pretty painful. Is it?” the boy's insolent attitude was so comforting to hear. No other subordinate argued with him the way Fullmetal did...had…did.

“Hmm. Well next time I'll turn you into barbequed shrimp. Right shorty?”

“WHOAREYOUCALLINGSOSMALLHECAN'TBESEENBYATELESCOPEANDWILLNEE DTOUSEALCHEMYTOBECOMETHEGREAESTTELESCOPEINTHEHISTORYOFTHEWORLD!!!!(1)” ; the short blonde alchemist shot forward, murder in his eyes and even as they caught him, Hawkeye and Havoc could feel relief flowing through them. Suddenly a singed looking grandfather clock began letting out soft gongs. Ed span quickly around, `damn 5 already', he quickly began running towards the door shouting goodbye over his shoulder.

Mustang followed quickly “where are you going?”

The boys reply was almost stolen by the wind and distance but a barely audible “Home!” was carried over to the dark haired man

Home? Home meant, Alphonse and a chance to see where they were living maybe to get the boy out of there. Mustang followed in time to see Al catch hold of the boy, who tumbled when he crashed into the young man. He wrapped his arms tightly around

 

(1)who are you calling so small he can't be seen by a telescope and will need to use alchemy to make it become the greatest telescope in the history of the world. Said by Vic mignogna, line wrote by fan it's on youtube

 

A/N if anyone thinks I should keep this up please review