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Humanity

By Joyfulmusic

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Inuyasha. Never have, never will.

This fanfic contains some spoilers. I haven't seen the whole series of either show so I'm not sure how they end. But that's why this is a fanfic

 

Chapter 7: Intentions

 

The next morning Alphonse got up and silently left the room, taking with him some of his brother's money. He wanted to surprise his companions with a better breakfast than soup. Besides, he had to get out of that room. Unsettling thoughts had been running through his mind since he'd lain down. It seemed that even Willa questioned her humanity. Al found it strange that she would do so. But as an outcast in a world with such a variety of creatures, he could understand.

 

Walking alone, he found most of the shops were still closed. It seemed business didn't start until eight in Fort Promise and it was only just past six. Everything was quiet and peaceful, so different from the rush everyone had been in the evening before. He'd have to find a bakery, on his own.

 

`There's one.' He noted the small shop. It was the very same one from which the veiled lady had made a phone call. Now however she was nowhere in sight. Instead the man she had spoken to who wore dark shades was working behind the counter. The scent of pastries filled the air, though Al was not able smell it. Bending down he looked at each of the signs carefully. It was hard to remember what different things had tasted like. Now it had been close to ten years since he'd lost his body and with it three out of five of his senses. As a result, when he stood he asked the cashier, “What would you recommend?”

 

The man grinned slightly, the same way Havoc would back in the world of Alchemy. “Well, none of these are what I would consider the very best.” He leaned across the counter, as if making some sort of underhanded deal. “But if you want, I can get you some of the things ma fixes especially for us.”

 

Al shook his head. He wasn't one who liked to accept things that were being offered by someone other than the owner. To him it had always seemed like stealing, which in fact it usually was. “No, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble. One of these things here will be fine.” He pointed to the hot-ham-n-cheese bagels, which would have indeed been a good choice.

 

However the supposed son of the owner wouldn't have his plans spoiled. “Don't worry about it. Ma sells these others to special people. And since you've come so early I'd say you're special enough. Maybe you're gonna take some back to a girl at home?” He grinned again.

 

“Well.” Alphonse pondered a moment. “A friend of mine and my brother. So… I suppose I can try those delicacies.” Had the man behind the counter been wearing a lighter shade of glasses, Al would have known what he was speaking with. He would have realized, just as his sibling had.

 

But this man was no fool, he was the best there was, a master at disguising his blood red eyes. Nodding he moved to the back room and packed the special surprise. It was in deed the very best. Only the sweetest could cover the taste of the sleeping medicine they contained. Unfortunately he couldn't guarantee which the girl would eat or the others would have contained poison. Instead he would simply have to kill the men after the powder took effect, which he didn't mind in the least.

 

Al paid and thanked the man. He didn't realize, as he left the donut shop, the cashier followed. The woman had taken post behind the register, her red eyes following her so called son. He was nothing of the sort, but the story of a woman and her child running a bakery was a convincing one.

 

 

Willa was brushing her hair as Alphonse came through the door. In his hand he carried the box of pastries. She smiled at him warmly. “Good morning. I was wondering where you'd gotten off to.” Using the brush she pointed to the alchemist. “Ed refuses to wake up so Pharaoh abandoned me to stay under the covers with him.”

 

She laughed slightly as she sat the comb down. Al handed her the box then walked over to gently shake his brother. The man didn't respond, so he received a little harder shake. Willa had opened the box and was examining its contents. “Are these made with short bread?”

 

Edward shot up straight. “Who are you calling so short he can't even reach the oven to bake bread!” Due to the sleep which still hung in his mind, he was raving without meaning. Then he glanced around warily. Both his roommates were staring at him. He shook his head trying to wake himself fully. “What are you two looking at?”

 

Unable to help herself, Willa laughed aloud. His response had caught her completely unawares. Alphonse was laughing too. “Brother, you are tall now. You don't have to keep coming unglued when someone says the S word.” Pharaoh came out from in under the blanket with a very dissatisfied look on his face. He wasn't a morning animal and the expression he wore proved it.

 

“Oh!” Willa had been laughing so hard she'd dropped the box and everything in it on the floor. She frowned down at them while shooing the cat away, who'd spotted the opportunity in no time flat. The last thing the group needed was a feline on a sugar high. “Oh Al I'm so sorry. I've ruined the breakfast you brought us!” She knelt down to clean up the mess, frustrated with her clumsiness.

 

“Don't worry.” He comforted, moving to help her. “It could have happened to anyone. Really, it doesn't matter.” He picked up the box, full of broken pastries and dumped it into the trash can. “I'll carry out the bag so Pharaoh won't try to tear it open later.” With that he moved to take the garbage to the dump.

 

The man from the bakery scowled when he saw what was in the bag. `Stupid fools, how could they drop such a perfect plan on the floor? Oh well, I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way.' But he knew better than to strike now. He could bide his time, waiting for that perfect moment. That was why he was the best.

 

 

Edward stretched before shifting to get off the bed. “I'm sorry I made you drop them. I guess I'm still a short kid at heart.” He smiled to Willa before standing. Her eyes were watching him and he could tell there was still a slight bit of laughter in them. Yawning, he walked into the bathroom.

 

She frowned a little. His movements reminded her of something, or rather, someone she wanted to forget. Scolding herself she turned back to the thoughts at hand. It had looked like a good breakfast, and she hadn't even gotten to try one. `Oh well. I probably don't need the sweets anyway.' Pharaoh began to demand a meal for himself, so she stood and poured out some of the dry food and milk.

 

 

“What do you mean they didn't eat them?” The woman complained in the back room of the bakery. There was no reason for caution here so her veil had been removed, revealing her pointed ears and dark purple hair. “They were prefect, you knew that! How could they possibly not eat them?”

 

The man shrugged a little. Her scolding was starting to get on his nerves. He didn't answer to anyone other than their leader. “I told you I don't know. I think they may have dropped them or something. Don't worry so much old hag, we'll get them.” His shades were off; his eyes glaring with a murderous stare.

 

“The boss wants her now!” She paced the floor, worried about her own neck. If they didn't do as ordered it could be the end of them both. She'd seen it happen before. “He's already gotten the male chosen! He wants that girl!” Turning back to the idiot, she scowled deeply. How could he have let this happen?

 

“Why?” The man's gaze narrowed. “Why that wretch over all the others? What's so important about some stupid red-head?” She wasn't exactly ugly but shouldn't have been worth so much trouble either. “He's just going to change her, like he did with the rest of us. So what difference does it make?”

 

The woman placed a hand roughly over his mouth. “Shut up you fool. You know better than to question the master.” Her voice hissed. “This one rejected his prize changeling, the one which no woman can resist. Now he wants her as a mate for that true beast he's found. To breed his own warriors so that he can control the rest of the people of this land.” How could such a dim-witted moron be so good at his job?

 

The man shrugged again, pushing the lady's hand away. “She looks like a weakling to me. Hardly any muscles at all. Besides, it's not like she's special anyway. She's not much to look at with that red hair. And those eyes…” He shook a little, at the very thought of them. “They give me the creeps.”

 

“Precisely.” The woman murmured, turning to knead the dough she'd started before this unsavory report had been made. “Those eyes hold something you cannot see. She knows things that no one else can. With that ability passed to her offspring, and the demon's strength, nothing would be able to stop them.”

 

Leaning back against the wall he put a hand to his chin. “Yes. Then we will hold a higher standing, for being the ones to capture such a girl.” He smirked slightly. The woman nodded but said nothing. They both knew that this task would be one which would prove their worth. That is, if they could find a way to pull it off.