Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Protection ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Hello universe! *pokes with a yard stick* Ha! You're it *runs* :P As you know I am retarded, and if you didn't*pats shoulder* you poor soul.

Okay, I just bought the volume seven DVD for FMA, I've seen the latest episodes and everything, I just like going back and watching them over. It helps out with ideas for my art and of course, this story.

 

Arakawa owns her stuff, I own mine. As I've said, yaoi warnings and eventually… I may give you a FULL lemon, not just the little wussy scenes of kissing and touching. Blah! I mean the real deal. Hells yeah! Excited? Maybe not but I am *squees* I still haven't written a full lemon yet, so I will force myself not to have a major nosebleed and eventually write a lemon for this. With who? Heh, you'll have to see *poke*

 

Here's Chapter six of Protection, ideas, comments and flamers welcome. Enjoy *eats a doughnut*

A/N: Story still told in Scar's point of view, I may switch over to someone else, so I'll let you know if I do.

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Protection

`Chapter Six'

 

I held my breath. I was going to get caught and Alphonse wouldn't trust me anymore.

 

Quickly I backed away from the door and thrust my head around looking for a place to escape. There was only one other way than the way I had come in. Window.

I ran silently to the pane and looked for a way to open it. Not even a budge; it was either the window was jammed, or these damn arms wouldn't even allow me to open certain things properly.

The door opened and I was still in the room. Panicked I dropped to the floor and stealthily slid under his bed farthest back to the wall I could with my knees dug into my chest. I was grateful that it was pushed up against the wall; it gave me a better advantage at hiding.

 

Soft footsteps indicated Al's presence. I pulled my head inward to my neck so that I could only see to about his ankles. He was wearing large leather boots caked with a day's labor and a long pair of green pants. I looked at the boots again. He must have gone a long way to get them that mud covered; it wasn't even raining and the mud was fresh.

 

I cringed as he walked straight up to the bed and sat down to unlace his shoes. He dropped the first one and then pulled his other leg up to unlace second. That one too dropped to the floor and was pushed away with his feet. I had to find a way to get out. I couldn't be seen.

Silent as possible, I pushed my body tightly against the wall, my mechanical arm threatening to clank if I put it any closer to the hardwood floor. The bed squeaked and his feet disappeared from my view. I prayed he was going asleep; that would give me time to get out.

I thought he was going to leave until I heard him sigh gently and reach for something on his bedside table. I knew this because it fell to the floor and he bent down to retrieve it.

My lip went raw under the assault I was putting on it with my teeth. I was pretty sure if I bit down any harder that blood would be drawn.

 

He leaned down to where I could see the tip of his nose. He halted with his hand held out above the item that I believed to be a ballpoint pen. Could he see me? He stayed like that for another moment before swiftly swiping the pen in his left hand. I exhaled softly and wiped the thin layer of sweat that had beaded on my forehead. I couldn't stay here any longer without being found.

 

Alphonse, after writing in his journal, began pacing the room. I flattened my face to the floor and watched him. He was in deep thought. What about I hadn't any clue.

Suddenly he stopped where he stood and slumped down to a point where I could see his face. I panicked thinking he had just found me until I noticed he had his head lowered towards the floor. He coughed several times and quickly pulled his hand to cover his mouth. I watched in dismay as blood escaped from the creases of his fingers and dripped to the floor in thick droplets. His eyes were closed tightly and I could make out tears. He was bleeding internally.

 

I struggled against my conscience of whether to reveal myself or watch him suffer. Had he just begun bleeding or was this a long term thing that he hadn't told anybody about? I bit back tears and stared at the mattress above my head. Was my thinking he would hate me if he knew I had been in his room keeping me like this? Whatever the reason I rode out watching the bed and listening to his coughing. I couldn't take this. I had to get out.

 

Finally after what seemed to me like forever, Alphonse left the room and the door open. Now was my chance.

 

As soundless as I could be I rolled from under the bed and crept along the wall sticking my head just barely around the doorway. Clear.

I moved quickly taking a quick turn here and there. I had no idea where I was going, I didn't really explore much today in the house, mainly Al's room.

I found the hallway that led me back to the room I was staying in and tread softly down it. Almost there.

 

I felt hope as the door came into my view until `he' rounded the corner. I stopped where in my tracks staring ahead of me with anger. I thought he wouldn't have come back after this morning.

 

Mustang too simply stared at me, his dark eyes locking with mine but with a stressed look. I didn't know if I should just go into my room or try to stare him down like he was doing to me. Just as I was about to twist my doorknob he spoke, that voice made me rage inside, “Scar… you think you've got it easy, but even against Al's will, you're going to be at Central in chains. Don't think that he can help you.”

I watched him the whole way into my room and then closed the door with my fist clenched. How I hated that man so much saying that he was going to have me at Central. I would have to be dead first.

 

Getting back to my thoughts, they lingered on Alphonse. I needed to talk to him about his health even though I believed he wouldn't say anything. If he hadn't already told his brother, then he certainly wasn't going to tell me.

 

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I paced the room several times pushing my fingers against my temples until it cause me to go dizzy. He was in pain and I was just walking around feeling guilty about it! Biting down on my bottom lip I paced a while longer fighting the inner conflict that threatened to make me go insane. A knock broke my silence. I looked up just in time to see Al's head peeking around the door.

 

“You know. You should get out more or you'll end up like Winry.” He said with a goofy smile and his eyes hidden with long, black eyelashes.

I simply turned my face away and in the blankest tone mumbled, “I don't do going out.”

His smile faded slowly and he looked down, his hair flooding to cover his eyes. “But… we could find some way, you need to get out some, it's not healthy to stay in here all the time.”

I didn't want to see him upset but I didn't feel like going out in town. Plus, how was I supposed to walk around? What was I going to do? Dress up as some kind of…

 

“See! This isn't so bad now is it?” Alphonse said with a nervous chuckle as he tied his boot lace.

I looked down at him with as much anxiety and disturbance as I could possible concoct into my expression. There was no way in heaven that I was going to go out… looking like this!

I took my mechanic thumb and forefinger, picking up a little of the pink fabric that hung loosely around my feet. No way was I going to wear a dress!

 

“Alphonse… I am not going to town.”

 

“Please.”

 

“No.”

 

“Please! At least you won't be noticed.” He said with a hopeful smile but could sense my anguish. Why me? As I went to make my statement he thrust something on the top of my head. It flared out far past my nose and had an odd looking feather going down past my shoulder. Oh hell no.

 

“Come on, you would make a pretty woman.” He mumbled with a gentle smile and then looked like he regretted it, his lip twitching as if there was something he wanted to say.

 

“Well?” I groaned with my arms crossed waiting for his response.

 

“You could pass as a… manly woman.” That was it. I took the hat off and tossed it onto his bed.

 

“I am not going to dress like that and get caught.” I started to pull the pink dress over my head that was rather tight around my waist until he put his hands on my auto mail.

 

“There is another way, but it would be awkward, much more than the dress.”

 

I stared at him for a moment. “Try me.”

 

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“See, aren't you glad you stuck with the dress?” Alphonse chirped as we walked along the cobblestone path to the main market in Risembol. Even though this dress would have brought any proud man down, they would have too chosen the dress over the other option. I shivered at the thought of having to walk down the street dressed in `that.'

 

“Oh, shut up.” I murmured with a narrowed face. Alphonse laughed under his breath and smiled up at me. This was actually the first time, besides the time when he came to that camp that I had actually felt his aura beaming. Even though I saw him only a few times, I could sense something.

 

“What?” He asked curiously to find me looking at him. I forgot that he was still there and from his point of view I was probably staring him down in thought.

 

“Nothing.” I said quickly and looked in a different direction hoping he would persist on to see what I was thinking.

 

“Oh, well,” He looked down at the cobblestone and sighed softly. “Aren't you glad to have gotten out? I was serious about if you stay in that house too long, you'll end up like Winry.” That last bit had him staring off in a distance. I fear what he went through when he first got his body back. If it wasn't his brother watching his every move, than it was the young blonde that was infatuated with mechanics and tools, poor Alphonse, I saw first hand what Winry has to offer.

 

“I guess,” I looked down at him, he was staring up with mouth agape, just waiting for me to say it, “… this is better than being in the house all the time.” Al made an odd little sound that I figured to be a laugh and hugged my arm. If it were real I bet he the circulation would now have been wore down by his weight.

 

I simply smiled down at him and stared ahead taken aback to see a man standing in front of us with a great big smile and eyes closed forming little arcs. He was about my height and looked about the same weight. Who was this guy?

 

“Alphonse! How've you been? I just got back into to town and was just about to go up to your house until I spotted you. Everything going good?” He asked switching a small package from one corner of his arm to the other. Alphonse scratched the back of his neck nervously and slipped a glance towards me.

 

“Yeah, everything's been chip, just out running errands.”

 

The man smiled warmly and nodded.” That's just like you Al, helping others out. I'm glad to here that everything's well, oh and who is this?” He asked curiously and eyed me in question. I felt ridiculous being stared at in the manner he was giving me. I was about to say something until he smiled his biggest one yet and leaned near to Alphonse.

 

“Heh, heh; you sure like them big Al, congratulations on finally getting a girlfriend!” He smacked Alphonse on the back and bowed his head to me.

 

I was a lose of words. Al wasn't doing any better. As soon as that sentence came out of the man's mouth his face went blank, only to be replaced by a blush that spread like a wildfire around his already rosy cheeks.

 

“W-wait, he…urm she's not my girlfriend! She's my…” Al blushed furiously as he searched for something to say, something to replace with the `girlfriend comment'. I regretted what I was about to do.

 

“I'm his aunt twice removed and in by marriage.” I said in the squeakiest, feminine voice I could conjure. Was this man blind? Could he not tell what a male and what a female were? I guess Al was right about me not getting noticed. At least not getting noticed by anyone important. The man drew closer as I pulled the hideously huge bonnet to cover part of my face, mainly my eyes and scar.

 

“Really? What's your name?”

 

Damnit, why can't I just be called aunt instead of having to give him a name? This man was really trying to pry into my background. I looked at Al who merely shrugged his shoulders. Traitor! He left me dangling there searching for a name.

 

“My name…” He drew uncomfortable closer. “Is Alexis.”

 

“Alexis ah?” He eyed me again. I was on the verge of just punching him now.

“Beautiful name.” He murmured and went to take my gloved hand. Instinctively I drew away and stared at him. Alphonse took over from there talking to the man for a couple of minutes and explaining something about me. I just stood in front of a store window looking at items. I had never been able to freely go around looking at stuff because of what I had convicted myself to. It was an odd feeling to be doing it.

Alphonse waved enthusiastically as the man left. I watched him until he faced me, ready to continue. Now that I was around him, all I could see was images of him coughing up blood, almost a sign telling me to talk with him. I was having one of my many inner battles at the moment. A slight tap on my shoulder brought me to reality.

 

“You okay?” Al looked up at me in question.

 

I straightened up and began to walk. “Just fine.” I murmured.

 

“Alexis hm?” He chuckled out and glanced at me sarcastically.

 

“I couldn't think of anything else. You left me hanging with the name thing!” I crossed my arms and glared straight ahead of me at the venders and people walking. I didn't know what to do! He wouldn't help with a name, I was about to give something ridiculous.

 

“Thank you for helping me out back there.” Al mumbled softly and scratched the back of his neck. I caught this gesture quickly and searched his face. Having lived with him for almost a month, I knew when he scratched his neck that he was nervous about something.

“Sorry that I didn't help you out.”

 

“No problem.” I barley moved my lips as I searched the crowds. He lowered his head a nodded to himself. We prodded on for a while until I felt my nerves go out. What exactly did we come here for anyways? I knew Al was making get out some, but were we just out here to walk around? It felt rather pointless.

 

As if he had read my mind, Al gazed around in a swift motion making him look like a prairie dog. He's an odd fellow; that's what made me feel a connection to him.

“Do you need anything while we're here?” He bounced his head around looking in every direction and then suddenly looked at me.

“Not really.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Didn't you have to come in here for something?” He swayed back and forth with a blank face.

 

“No, I just wanted to get you out of the house.” Figures.

 

We walked around silently; well at least I did; and looked at every vender. Al pulled me here and there to look at this and that. Was this supposed to be fun? Even if it wasn't, I was having it.

I paced beside a small book store when something caught my eye. Mutely I swayed towards the small, dusty window and squinted my eyes. There were books upon books everywhere, literally. You'd have a tough time even walking a few feet, let alone having a decent walk way. Who in the world could stand working in a place like this? I hadn't a clue but the little shop did interest me. I walked the length of the horizontal window and looked for life within the sea of novels. Nothing that I could decipher out, just books.

 

Alphonse liked books didn't he? That's it; I need to find out his birthday.

I don't know why, but I wanted to find out so I could pay him back. After all, he was generous on Valentine's Day and I didn't give him anything except a rude glare and told him to go away. I felt guilty again; I wanted to do this for him; I at the least to let him know that I care.

 

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As soon as we got back to his house I felt like throwing myself to the floor and screaming freedom! I hurried into the room I called my own and hastily yanked off every inch of garment Al had forced me to wear, from the lacy pink dress to the horrid wicker bonnet that hid my face. Freedom!

 

I lay down on the bed naked and stared at the ceiling tracing mechanical fingers along my bare chestnut skin. The cool was like ice to me, I didn't enjoy the feeling but I also didn't hate it. This touch was a reassuring thing to me, letting me know that I was alive. It is very complicated to even explain to myself, but without this alien touch, I would believe myself to be dreaming I guess you could say.

 

Lying there I began to think about my brother, how I miss him so. It seemed when I had his arm that that limb was the thing that kept me attached with his memory, but without it I've been thinking about him even more.

I looked down at where my right arm would have been drooped across my chest, instead was the lifeless auto mail; the only motion was its gears. It hurt the memories of my brother. The only image that I got of him was right before I passed out, then I got his arm. Him lying there, dead.

 

I blinked away tears and rolled onto my side. A cool air brushed against my warm stomach making me shiver softly. I felt like I had my brother at the moment, like his spirit was with me. I always turned to that hope when I was distraught, giving myself strength even in despair.

I stared ahead at that tan wall in front of me and sighed gently; I would just have to get over the fact that not even my brothers buoyant spirit would not always be with me. Something made a click; I lifted my head and looked towards the door. Closed; maybe I was losing it.

 

Just as I went to turn onto my back I felt a pressure beside me on the edge of my bed. Something soft brushed against my cheek causing me to jerk away and stare into the direction I felt it. I was about to swat around thinking it was probably a fly until the softness brushed my lips. I gasped in my throat as I felt what I believed to be a pair of lips overtake mine in gentle strokes.

I backed away until I reached the headboard; the soft touch traced along my jaw and then attacked my bare neck, something warm lapping generously at my stretched skin. I whimpered quietly and closed my eyes. What was this? There was nothing to see, but I felt… this!

My throat tightened as I tried choking out words; my lip caught as a pair of invisible hands groped there way softly along my chest, the lips still latched to my neck. I stifled a moan as the warm mouth found my collar bone. I knew now that this wasn't just some feeling I was imagining; I wasn't alone.

 

“Stop.” I whispered and went to pull my hands up and pull whatever it was from my body until a hand wrapped around the back of my neck; the invisible lips were in my ear.

“Relax.” It murmured and nibbled on my earlobe, the voice had no sort of accent; it was almost breathy, like it was being hidden by something; like the identity didn't want to be revealed.

 

My voice muted itself as a hand traced along my stomach and went round my bellybutton. I bit my bottom lip and started to pull away. If I had to I would use strength to get away.

The hands held my softly and challenged, it was like they wanted me to fight, mocking me. I glared at the emptiness and felt the thing chuckle, nothing I could actually here though.

I inhaled a sharp breath of air as the hand brushed against my length with its fingertips. I felt eyes watching my face, expecting something from me.

 

“Stop this witchcraft.” I mumbled and leaned into the touch of lips. I couldn't help but enjoy the softness against my skin, I felt my mouth open willingly and a tongue searching the depths of my mouth with warmth. I moaned softly and applied, the voice again broke my thoughts.

 

“This isn't witchcraft my dear Scar.” I groaned as the thing spoke of me; fingertips playing with the head of my length, swirling around in an erotic way.

My head cocked back as the hand wrapped itself around me and torturously began to stroke in a lengthy way making pleasure pool on my groin; I forced my eyes open and gazed ahead. Nothing. I felt, but I couldn't see.

 

“Show yourself.” I mumbled out in a throated voice; the hand was getting friendlier with its strokes and began to pump faster making my mew softly. Never had I been taken down so easily by something that I couldn't see. This was so very wrong, but I couldn't break the pleasure… rather, I didn't want to.

 

“I'm afraid I can't do that.” It cooed and trailed kisses on my chest.

 

“A-and why not?” I choked; the hand was now at a healthy pace making it hard for me to not moan when I talked; I closed my eyes as they began to glaze over; the pleasure was overwhelming me. My back arched into the strokes begging for more.

The voice chuckled at me. “Because then this wouldn't be a mystery for you to solve.” It was a mocking tone again.

 

I groaned at the hands as its touch started searing my skin. I felt my peak was coming ever so closely; my lips were taken over and the tongue again violated my mouth adding to the intensity.

Just as I was about to release the hand stopped and pulled away. I groaned and the voice laughed softly.

 

“It has been nice but now I must go my beautiful. Until next time,” The lips pecked a soft kiss on mine and I felt alone again. I was left with a confused look on my face and a rather hard length. I panted softly and looked down; I felt disgusted that I enjoyed the thing, I was violated, but I allowed it. Even now I still felt waves of pleasure in my groin. What had come over me? Why had I let myself be taken like that without even lifting a finger?

I wouldn't let it happen again.

 

 

 

 

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A/N: Yay slight lemoness! *claps* I swear that I will eventually get to a full fledge lemon just for the viewers… but appetizers are always nice aren't they? *poke*

Yesh, so that was chapter six in all its glory. Heh, my friend is going to kill me if I do any more Roy yaoi…*whispers* oh well! :P

I'm going to have Al travel some in the story… I feel that leaving him in the same place gets a bit boring, so any ideas about places? If not then I'll figure something out. *poke*

As I've said, ideas, comments and flamers are always welcome.

*flies off on giant energizer bunny*