InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Into the Well and Through the Gate To Edward’s House We Go ❯ Ed's Story Part 3 ( Chapter 6 )

Into the Well and Through the Gate To Edward's House We Go

 

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Chapter Six- Edward's StoryPart 3

 

Munich 1923

 

“So you can see from the circumstances surrounding this scroll, I have to believe that what is written on it is as close to fact as any legend can be.” Hohenheim concluded.

 

Ed just stared at his father with a glazed look in his eyes. Even though he realized that his father had finished his retelling, he didn't know what to say. That's correct ladies and gentlemen, Edward Elric, a/k/a Fullmetal Alchemist, was rendered speechless.

 

“So what do you think? Edward. Edward? Edward, do you want to take a look at the scroll now?” his father asked as he snapped his fingers in front of Ed's face. This was not quite the reaction he had anticipated. Angry yelling or excited arm waving, most likely the former he had thought, but not stunned silence.

 

Ed quickly refocused and grabbed up the scroll to cover his embarrassment at being caught off-guard. Setting it on the table in front of him, he first examined the broken seal. It seemed to be an ordinary seal of wax, but he couldn't help but feel that there was something special about it. It almost felt like it had a trace of alchemic energy resonating from it.

 

Noticing where his son's attention lay, Hohenheim inquired, “You feel it too?”

 

Ed looked up at his father with a startled expression. “You're talking about the seal's energy right?”

 

“Yes. I didn't notice it at first, but on the way back I thought I felt a power I never expected to feel again, especially in this world. I wonder if it's the reason that the scroll doesn't look at all to be over four hundred years old”

 

“Hmph. You may be right. If it is that old, it should be brittle with age and it sure doesn't seem to be.” Ed began to slowly unroll the scroll, just enough to see what was written on it and even though his father had warned him, he was shocked to see that it was written in their native language. He of course had gained the knowledge of this world between his four trips to the gate, five if you counted the one round trip. Which meant he and his father both were able to understand all the languages of this world when needed. Unfortunately the knowledge that they acquired only seemed to come to the surface when the situation warranted it. Almost like a locked filing cabinet. “Damn! I can't believe this. It makes no sense. How on earth could it be in our language? Do you think that the person was from our world?”

 

“I do not believe that to be the case, but we cannot rule anything out, now can we? Maybe once we read the scroll it will give us the answer to this question. I only glanced at it in the shop since Kohaku was able to summarize the story. I must say it was all I could do to contain myself on the way back here.”

 

“Well let's see what we have here.” Ed then began to unwind more of the scroll, but found it to be rather difficult with only one hand. “Hey a little help here! I'm working with only one arm ya know” Ed growled as the scroll started to roll off the edge of the table.

 

Hohenheim caught the runaway end and pulled it back onto the table. “Here I'll hold the top while you roll down the other end. It would be a shame that after four centuries we demolish it in five minutes.”

 

“Har har har. You're a funny man Pops.” Ed started to study the contents of the scroll, but what caught his eye more than the words written there was the beautiful border that ran along the top and down the sides. The more closely he looked at it the more it seemed to change in front of his eyes, almost as if it was merging together to form a new design. Scooting his chair over he indicated for his father to bring his around so that he could look too. “Tell me what you see in the border.”

 

Hohenheim studied the area that his son indicated, but was unable to discern what Ed was speaking of. Then all of a sudden as he stared harder, the artwork seemed to shift right in front of his eyes. “Wait just a moment. I think I see what you mean. This somewhat reminds me of an optical illusion. I have seen other artwork that depending on what your eyes were focused on, you see something different. Although, this seems to be much more intricate or sophisticated whichever term you prefer. I would assume that if this is the case, that the artist did this for a reason. It seems like a lot of trouble to go for just a design to make it look nice.”

 

“Maybe if we stare at it long enough it will share its secrets and then again maybe were reading too much into what is simply someone's pride in their work.” Ed then returned his gaze to the top border determined to glare its answers out of it, even if his eyeballs had to fall out. Just as he was about to surrender to an unwanted, but necessary blink, the shifting began again. This time it went much quicker and before he knew it he was looking at his name emblazoned across the top of the scroll. Luckily he was still perched on the edge of his chair otherwise he would have been picking himself up off of the floor. One look over at his father showed him that he was in much the same condition. “Shit! You saw it too didn't you?”

 

“Do you realize what this means Edward?” Hohenheim excitedly asked his son.

 

“Yeah it means we're into some freaky shit!” Ed barked back.

 

Hohenheim shook his head in exasperation. “Son, open your mind as well as your eyes! This has got to be the answer to getting you back home or at least a start. Why else would it be directed to you?”

 

“Um, maybe because I'm great looking and a dazzling conversationalist? Ed joked.

 

The elder Elric rolled his eyes. “Now who is the comedian?”

 

“Don't know what you're talking about Pops. Anyways, we're getting off track.” And with that both father and son returned their attention to the scroll. This time, however, it seemed that the new configuration had stayed. There for all to see, read “Edward Elric, son of Trisha and Hohenheim of the Light, brother to Alphonse heed the words written upon this parchment”.

 

`Whoa. If they wanted my attention, they got it. I'm not sure whether I should be nervous or not. Not that anything's gonna stop me now.' As Ed began to read, it seemed that the written words also began to change and before he realized what was happening, he began to see images in his mind as clear as day. Shaking himself alert, he glanced over at his father and noticed he was also in a trancelike state. Seeing this he wondered whether he should try and get his father;'s attention or continue with the scroll. True to his nature, curiosity won out and he turned back to the scroll.

 

Immediately images started to form in his mind once again. He saw a beautiful female warrior fighting a mass of what must be considered demons although they hauntingly reminded him of chimera. This fight seemed to last for several days until the moment when it seemed like the women was about to be defeated a bright light burst from her chest and the warring group was frozen in time, lifeless. Then all of a sudden a small round gem floated down to the floor of the cave that they were fighting in only to be picked up by a group of warriors.

 

Time appeared to fly by as the warriors guarded the gem in their village. Attack upon attack fell upon them over the generations until they were forced to transfer the protection to another. He saw them travel to a far off village and present their plea to another woman. This woman's identity was revealed to him as the miko, Kikyo. She was a beautiful woman with long straight ebony hair and dark brown eyes. She had a serene countenance, a calming voice and was very powerful. Her power, purity and knowledge made her the perfect protectress of the gem or the Jewel of Four Souls as he now knew it to be.

 

He then saw her blooming friendship with the half demon, InuYasha and her care of the thief, Onigumo. He saw the miko and half demon's friendship begin to evolve into something more promising only to result in betrayal due to the evil mechanizations of Naraku, who had sold his soul to demons to become a half demon himself. He also saw Kikyo pin InuYasha to an ancient tree only to die shortly there after and he watched as her burial pyre turned her remains to ashes along with the jewel. Although how a fire could destroy the jewel he really wasn't sure.

 

The next images were even more confusing. They began with a young girl dressed in a green and white uniform in a land that looked surprisingly like this one, but more evolved. `Hey rewind there for a minute. She's wearing a mini skirt! Good lord, taisa would be in nosebleed heaven.' The girl had warm chocolate eyes and thick wavy hair that was as dark as night. Ed could feel himself grow warm as he followed her movements through the scene playing out in front of him. `Why is a picture of some girl I don't even know affecting me at all?' Ed's thoughts were interrupted as he say a giant wormlike creature pull her through an old well. The next thing he knew she was in the land that the miko, Kikyo had resided. At least he assumed so since she was standing at the foot of the ancient tree gazing up at the half demon InuYasha, who was still in some form of stasis. All of a sudden Ed felt himself go cold. `Portal! She had to have gone through some type of portal to end up in the other world. Maybe that's how this can help me!' Next thing he knew she had freed InuYasha and bound him using a subduing spell with the help of an elderly miko. He watched as the jewel was broken and they began their quest to find all of the fragments before they could be used for evil. As the story progressed he saw them meet and befriend many others, some of which joined their group. On and on the story went as their journey progressed. He had to laugh at the binding necklace's effects and the jealousy of the half demon to all males that showed any interest in the girl that he now knew as Kagome. Especially, the one called Kouga. That one really rubbed the half demon the wrong way.

 

He saw the friendship and love that wove itself among the tight knit group of companions and the suffering that they all endured. The most of which bothered him was the repeated emotional injuries that Kagome received from InuYasha's pride and his constant attention towards the undead miko, Kikyo. However, he could see InuYasha's true feelings towards both women and he briefly wondered why they didn't.

 

It looked like their journey had lasted two or three years, when they came to the final battle with Naraku. He looked on as the group of friends, were joined by other allies that they had befriended over the years along with some who at one time had been considered their enemies. All of these individuals, humans and demons alike, joined to create a united front and conquered Naraku and his minions, minus the ones that defected to the dog demon's side. It seemed that the evil bastard didn't treat his underlings very well, since they couldn't wait to oppose him with extreme violence.

 

With a twinge in his chest he watched Kagome and InuYasha become closer. A little too close if the burning in his own cheeks was any indication. `Okay can we have sensors here? Do I really need to see this?' Next he saw the purification of the jewel and a flash of light. The story ended with the image of an older Kagome sitting under the ancient tree with a monk in purple robes. In front of her on a low table was the very scroll he was reading. Beside it were various colored inks and brushes. From the look of her stained hands it was obvious that she was the one that created the scroll. Before her image faded he heard her tell the monk that there was a special spell on the scroll to make it readable to the intended recipient and that it needed to be held in the charmed strongbox along with the other scrolls and items that would be needed. Then all faded to black.

 

Ed slowly became aware of his surroundings. With a groan he stood up to stretch cramped muscles. Hearing an answering maon, he looked over to see that his father was in a similar situation. `How long did that take?' he wondered. Looking out the window he saw that it was now completely dark outside. With that observation he pulled out his silver pocket watch and saw that it was slightly past midnight. “Geez. We were out for at least a few hours.” Looking over at his father he asked “Did you just experience the same thing that I did?”

 

Taking a moment to get his thoughts in order, Hohenheim replied “That depends entirely upon whether or not you just watched the lives of numerous people over the span of several years as if it was playing out right before your eyes. I have to say that it was quite remarkable. I can positively say that I have never experienced anything close to that in all my years. Well, that is not exactly true. It is somewhat akin to the gate's transfer of information just no pain or missing limbs. It certainly is a most informative way to convey a message.”

 

“I think that's putting it a bit mildly don't you think?” `Maybe a little too informative in some places' he grumpily thought to himself as he saw his father, discretely adjusting himself. `What the hell? Shit, that's all I need right now. I don't want to know that my own father became aroused at the same things as I did. That's just plain sick. Parents and sex do not belong in the same sentence. Ugh!' “You're right though. I don't think it would have had the same effect if it was just words written on paper.”

 

“Very true. Although it didn't explain why it was directed to us or at least not that I saw, I have a good idea as to how it may help you.”

 

“Portal, right?

 

“I shouldn't be surprised. After all you are my son and you always have been extremely observant.” Hohenheim surmised with no little amount of fatherly pride.

 

Ed glared at his father, but decided to let the “after all you are my son” comment slide and address the more important issues. “From what I could tell, this Kagome was able to create a portal and travel through dimension and/or time without any loss of life or limb and she was able to take that creature with her and allow it the use of the portal on its own.”

 

Hohenheim nodded his agreement as Ed continued. “Actually on second thought, I'm not sure that she created it. It seemed that the other creature pulled her through against her will at the beginning. Even so, if she can use a portal to that extent because of her miko abilities or that jewel, it's the best lead we have so far.”

 

Hohenheim smiled to himself. He knew Edward was having a hard time containing his excitement. Hell, so was he, but he also couldn't help but feel sadness start to creep in. This was possibly the beginning of the end of his life with his son, the son whose life that he had already missed out on. `Lets not start on that road, I'll have plenty of time to think about that later on.' With a clearing of his throat to get his son's attention, he suggested they turn in since it was so late.

 

Puzzled as to why his father changed the subject so fast, he started to protest, but then realized that it was a good idea. Even if he didn't go to sleep, he would be alone with his thoughts during the night and that was exactly what he needed. Also, he wanted to meet this Kohaku fellow first thing in the morning. “Yeah, good idea. Oh and I want to visit that bookstore tomorrow. Can you take me there? Or if you want, just give me the address and I should be able to find it.”

 

Actually I would prefer to go with you. Not that I don't think you can handle it Edward,” He continued as he noticed the glint in his son's eyes, “but I think two minds and two sets of ears will help us fill in any gaps. However, I do have a tutoring session first thing tomorrow morning, but that will be over by noon. If that's okay with you, we can go after that.”

 

Stretching once more before he turned towards his bed, Ed stifled a yawn before responding. “Yeah you're right and first hand knowledge is always better. Would hate to leave out something important in the retelling only to have it be the missing piece to the puzzle. That will also give me a chance to read the scroll again.”

 

Ed missed his father's smirk as he leaned over his cot to pull his sheet down, before he too started to get ready for bed Kicking off his shoes, he divested himself of his clothing and pulled on his nightshirt as his father did the same although much quicker than Ed. He still wasn't completely comfortable with using only one arm and having to keep his entire left leg straight also hindered him. He never thought he would see the day when he would miss having automail.

 

Sliding into bed he watched as his father extinguished the light and slumped back onto his own bed. He listened to his father get comfortable while hoping that his father went to sleep soon, so that he could be alone with his thoughts.

 

“Goodnight Edward.”

 

“G'night” Ed inwardly sighed. He was relieved that it seemed like his father would be going straight to sleep and not attempt any father and son bonding time as he sometimes did. Turning over on his side he let his mind drift to the evening's revelations. This was a huge piece of the puzzle and it was hard to believe that they had finally lucked out. `Al just a little more time. Well maybe not a little, since it looks like we'll have to travel to Japan and then more research, but I am closer. I hope you're all right. I miss you brother.' In an attempt to unwind, Ed began to sort through the images from the scroll and before he knew it he fell into a deep slumber.

 

There was the girl Kagome in front of him, looking at him with emotions that he couldn't quite comprehend. As she slowly made her way toward him she held out her arms to embrace him. Bringing one hand up to his face she lovingly cupped his cheek and he found himself leaning into her touch. She smiled as he sighed her name and brought her head to nuzzle in the crook of his shoulder. He brought his arms around her and held her tightly to him, their bodies seeming to fit perfectly together as if they had found their home. Contentment poured through his soul and he wondered if this is what it felt like to truly belong, something he hadn't felt since before his mother passed away.

 

Next thing he knew they were both laying on a hard mattress on the floor of some room and neither one of them seemed to have a stitch of clothing on. Hands ghosted over skin as breathing began to speed up. He could feel the urgency in her touch as her hands began to use more pressure and he reciprocated in full. Soft lips met strong lips and fingers intertwined with their counterparts. He could hear her make little mewling noises and he felt a certain part of his anatomy respond.

 

All of a sudden, she had taken his member in hand, stroking and squeezing while his hips began to move into her grasp. It felt so good, he couldn't believe the feeling. Nothing he had done to himself had ever felt this good. Looking down at her he could see her gazing up at him through her heavy curtain of hair with such a naughty look that he felt another surge of lust overcome him as she leaned over and licked the drop of pre cum that had begun to seep out. Without warning he felt another presence from behind him as a strong arm lifted him into a sitting position and snaked itself around to the front of his torso to hold him close to a muscular chest. All he could feel was the rightness of the situation and as he sat there being held by some unknown being, he watched as Kagome quickly brought him closer and closer to his peak. Then the person holding him, uttered in a deep voice, “Are you happy Fullmetal?” and he exploded, semen coating both himself and the girl.

 

“Gaah!” Ed woke with shout. “What the fuck was that?” `Shit! I hope I didn't wake father up!' Looking over at his father he could just make out his shape in the darkened room. `Great it looks like he's still sleeping.' Little did he know that his father was quite used to Ed vocalizations during his dreams and knew to just pretend unconsciousness until sleep once again claimed them both.

 

As Ed's breathing began to slow to normal he became aware of a wet sticky feeling in his boxers. `Dammit, I can't believe that happened.' Pulling his nightshirt away from his body he was glad to see that it hadn't spread to the sheets. `Thank god. I don't know what I would've done if I messed them up. Laundry day isn't for a couple of more days and I'm not about to sleep in cum ridden sheets until then.' Ed grimaced at the thought and swiftly threw his covers off before they could soak up any of the fluid.

 

Attempting to be as quite as possible, he got up and pulled his nightshirt over his head and discarded the soiled boxers into the hamper. Using the nightshirt, he cleaned himself off as best he could and tossed it in to join the boxers. Sneaking a peek over at the other bed to make sure that his father was still sleeping, he let out a sigh of relief and hobbled over to the chest that held his extra clothing. Pulling out a new pair of boxers, he contemplated on what to wear in place of his nightshirt since he only owned one. Remembering his current situation, he decided that he was overheated enough as it was and chose to return to bed bare chested.

 

Frowning as his head hit the pillow, he replayed the dream in his mind. Like most dreams, it was already no longer as clear as he would have hoped. He knew it was about the girl in the scroll and it was quite obvious that something had been going on between them, but he couldn't help but feel that there was something more that he just couldn't remember.

 

Sighing, he reached over to the end of his headboard and grabbed his watch. Flipping it open, he saw that there were still a couple of hours before it would be time to get up. Hanging the watch back over the post, he tried to relax and return to sleep. Thinking that maybe his mind needed to change subjects he began to imagine what his friends and family were doing back in Armestis and before he knew it he had fallen back into a deep sleep.

 

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As Hohenheim finished dressing he found his gaze once again traveling over to his son. Not for the first time he wondered if he should bring up the subject of his son's dreams. Siding on the better part of valor, he thought to himself, `Not in this lifetime. If I want to lose a limb I'll go through the Gate! Thank you very much.'

 

Walking over to his son's bedside, he leaned over and shook Ed's shoulder to wake him up. “Edward. Wake up, I'm leaving now. You said you wanted to reread the scroll before I came back and we went to see Kohaku. Edward. Get up, you're breakfast is getting cold.” At that announcement, Ed's eyes sprung open and he sat up swinging his legs over the side the bed, almost knocking his father over in his haste. “En sry” he muttered as he began to stand up only to quickly sit back down as he realized that he was only clad in his boxers. Cheeks flaming, he looked to see if his father had noticed. Seeing his father getting ready for work, he let out the breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Thinking quickly, he managed to ask, “Hey pops, would you mind getting some fresh water for the wash basin so that I can clean up before breakfast.”

 

Smiling to himself, Hohenheim nodded, picked up the pitcher and left the room to procure the “needed” water. Ed then jumped from the bed as quickly as he could and promptly began dressing for the day.

 

Upon Hohenheim's return, Ed took the time to wash his face and hands and dried himself off with the worn towel that hung on a hook over the table holding the basin. Turning around he saw that his father was seated at the table waiting for him to also take his seat.

 

Breakfast this morning consisted of a small bowl of porridge, a slice of bread and some very watered down coffee. `Heck at least we have some coffee even if it is pretty weak. Beats having none, like most folks.' Ed thought to himself.

 

Soon enough they were both finished and Ed stood to clear the plates and place them back on the tray that they had been brought up on. “Here Edward. Just put that over next to the door and I'll take it down to the kitchen on my way out.” Hohenheim offered.

 

Ed gladly took his father up on the offer since really it wasn't his idea of fun to try and carry the tray in one hand while traversing the stairs with a wooden leg. Placing the tray on the small table next to the door he prepared to send his father off so that he could return to researching the scroll. Watching as his father buttoned up his coat and picked up his briefcase to hold under his arm, he tried to look as bored as possible even though he was practically boiling over with excitement.

 

Hohenhiem stooped over and picked up the tray while he waited for Ed to realize that he needed him to open the door for him. Seeing that his son seemed to be preoccupied he cleared his throat to gain his attention. “Son, can you get the door for me?” he asked.

 

Feeling a little foolish, Ed quickly limped over to the door and wrenched it open with a little more force than necessary. Grinning, Hohenhim thanked his son and reminded him that as soon as he returned they would visit the book store so that he could meet Kohaku. Grunting his agreement, Ed closed the door behind his father and sought out the object that was occupying his thoughts.

 

Taking the scroll over to his bed he laid it down and used his pillow to anchor one end of the scroll so that he could read it without help. Once again he found himself returning to another world and reliving the story as if he was there. Coming to awareness, Ed sound himself once again bothered with a persistent problem. Checking the time he saw that it was a little after eleven in the morning and he still had almost an hour before his father was to return. Deciding that he had enough time and he didn't wasn't to waste his arousal. He swiftly grabbed his nightshirt from the laundry basket and returned to his bed. Unbuttoning his pants he pulled them down below his knees along with his boxers. He then opened his shirt and laid the nightclothes on his stomach in order to catch his seed.

 

Now that he was sure he could accomplish his goal without leaving any evidence, he proceeded to take care of business.

 

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Hohenheim returned shortly after noon to a napping Edward. `I guess he needed more sleep after his was interrupted last night.' Closing the door with a snap of his wrist, it gave off enough of a sound to awaken his son.

 

Seeing Ed sit up and rub his eyes, Hohenheim pulled a notebook out of his briefcase before putting it away. Placing the notebook in his chest pocket along with a pencil and fountain pen he searched the room for the scroll. Finding it in a heap on the floor at the foot of his son's bed he shook his head at Ed's carelessness and gently picked up the scroll, making sure that he rewound it carefully.

 

Watching his father's actions, Ed felt a little embarrassed that he had forgotten about the scroll, but relieved that he had taken the time to redress before exhaustion had taken hold of him. He didn't even want to come near to imagining his father walking in the door only to be met with him sprawled out on his bed naked with the proof of his fantasies soaking into his night shirt. `God just kill me now and get it over with.' he thought to himself. Standing up he smoothed out his clothes and picked up his jacket that was slung over one of the chairs.

 

Seeing that his son was up and moving around. Hohenheim inquired, “Well Edward?” He paused for moment before continuing. “Are you ready?”