Naruto Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Of Alchemists and Shinobi: The Broken Law ❯ Humans and Demons ( Chapter 7 )

Hey there. Sorry for the previous chapter, I personally thought that it was the worst chapter I've written so far. So please enjoy this better chapter than last, hopefully. And I'm really sorry, but my Alphonse in chapter five was not Ed, it was an ooc Al, so, yeah. A return to the double chapters, and there is a strong bond between two male characters, but it is not yaoi. Sorry for not having any action whatsoever in Ed's part, but I needed to do something with the characaters. Around one more chapter to go until the big day…

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Humans and Demons

 

 

The three waiting room's occupants, Atsuko, Naruto, and Edward, were impatiently waiting for Atsuko's brother, Ryuichi, to get out from surgery. Atsuko was slouched in a chair, staring mindlessly at a wall, her eyes blank, Naruto was sitting in a chair, dangling his legs and singing a song that had no melody or rhythm whatsoever, and Ed was anxiously wheeling himself around the room, motivated to thank the person who saved him, and ask him what the hell he was thinking when he decided to save him. After twenty minutes of anxious waiting, the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the hospital halls, bringing with them the exhilaration of discovery, the anxiousness of news, and the person they were waiting for.

 

“Yo,” he greeted, waving his bandaged hand.

 

“Konichiwa Ryuichi-san, how are you feeling?” asked Naruto, who stopped humming his strange songs.

 

 

“Better, thanks for asking Naruto-kun,” he replied. He then walked over to Atsuko and sat down next to her. “Atsuko-san, I'm back.” He whispered into her ear. Atsuko kept staring blankly at the wall. “Atsuko-san?”

 

“Come, otouto. We should go home,” she dictated. There was no emotion at all in her voice, it was as if controlled by another entity. She then got up and dragged Ryuichi with her out the hospital door by his good hand. She acted like this until they entered their house, which was more like a mansion. She then started doing complex handsigns:

 

Boar, ox, dog, tiger, dragon, rat, ox, rat, snake, dog, goat. “Kon rikaku no jutsu (technique of the soul separation),” she murmured. Atsuko's body then seemed to divide as one half of her body split apart from the other half, creating two different entities. One of the Atsukos retained her cerulean locks but had developed red eyes while the other retained her emerald orbs but developed pure white hair. “You have some explaining to do otouto,” stated both Atsukos in synchronization.

 

“Ano, we can work something out, can't we?” nervously asked Ryuichi.

 

“No,” bluntly replied both Atsukos.

 

“First of all, why the hell did you go and decide to fight three genin alone?” interrogated the white haired Atsuko. “You know you wouldn't have stood a snowball's chance in hell if you didn't have the Shigikame clan's kekkei genkai. And also, you were facing the one genin team whose leader hates my very essence.”

 

“We were so worried about you! We were so afraid that you would get hurt or killed by that stupid strawberry (a/n: Ichigo means strawberry)!” wailed the other Atsuko.

 

“Ugh. Did you have to separate yourself? It just makes it that much harder for me to deal with you,” complained Ryuichi.

 

“Don't talk to us that way Ryuichi, if you value your health,” threatened the two girls. Ryuichi then executed the necessary hand signs and preformed a separation of the soul technique, unique to the Akane clan. Like Atsuko, Ryuichi's body divided into two separate entites; one with raven's wing hair and gray eyes and the other having dark green hair and red eyes.

 

“First of all, I would have been able to beat those weaklings even if I didn't have Mom's bloodline, and second, I had sent Naruto to fetch one of the nurses,” retorted the red-eyed Ryuichi.

 

“Ano, I love you, but I couldn't stand around and allow a defenseless boy be hurt due to ignorance,” sadly recited the gray-eyed Ryuichi. “Akira-sama wouldn't have wanted me to let them do that to him.”

 

“Which brings us to our second point,” said the passive Atsuko. “We don't want you going near that Uzumaki boy, he's dangerous and we don't want you to get hurt,” she commanded.

 

“Have you learned nothing from Akira-sama before he valiantly gave his life? He taught us that every single human being is equal, no matter how different they might seem! Akira-sama would be mortified at your behavior,” fumed the gray-eyed Ryuichi.

 

“And anyway, there is no way he would be able to reach his full potential without me. Have you seen how he is treated at school? Nobody helps him, but everybody hurts him in some way or another. He has so much potential, it would be a shame to waste it due to something he did to save this damn village!” shouted the red-eyed Ryuichi.

 

“Do you even know what that demon did to this village otouto? He nearly destroyed it! And he can do it again to because he has the…” started the emotional Atsuko.

 

“Shut up, he knows perfectly well what is sealed inside Uzumaki-teme,” snapped the tactical Atsuko. “But did you know, Ryuichi, that if he loses control of that seal and Kyuubi is freed, our village is as good as dead?” solemnly asked the tactical Atsuko.

 

“All the more reason to treat him like what he is, a human. If people treated him kindly and with compassion there is no way the Kyuubi could corrupt him. There's no way a demon could corrupt a person who's happy and content!” rebuttled the gray-eyed Ryuinske.

 

“You're not making this easy for me, are you? As your older sister, I will write the academy and make sure that you do not even see the demon throughout the entire school dayday,” warned the passive Atsuko.

 

“Kai,” said both Ryuinskes simultaneously. The two boys then seemed to fuse together to create the original Ryuinske. “You are no better then Ichigo and her goons, ano. Akira-sama would be crying in his grave if he saw how you've been acting recently.” And with that he walked out the door and into the night.

 

999 (evil when I'm doing a handstand)

 

After being treated for his own injuries, Ed was weary and all he wanted to do was sleep, or at least lie down and think. So after his nurse helped him get out of the wretched wheelchair and back into his bed, the last person he expected to enter the room was Naruto.

 

“Edward?” he warily asked.

 

“Yes Naruto?” I tiredly answered.

 

“Can I sleep in here with you tonight? It's really lonely sleeping by myself and…”

 

“Sure, Naruto. If it makes you feel better, I guess you can,” answered Ed.

 

So Naruto curled up like a cat and lied down on the floor next to Edward's.

 

“Oyasuminasai Edward-san,” yawned Naruto.

 

“Oyasumina…” that was all Ed could say before passing out on the hospital bed.

 

Imprisonment

 

The song on the radio ended, and two people started talking about the likely candidates for fuehrer (sp). Frey hoisted Alphonse onto his shoulder as Andrew and Mallory searched the bar for any other occupants; the bar was empty.

 

“Shit!” shouted Andrew.

 

“Brother, watch your mouth,” reprimanded Mallory. “I can hear the voices of people, many people, outside. Their clanging swords together and there are also a few hatchets and mallets.

 

“It looks like we're not getting out without a fight then,” sighed Frey. “Mallory, stay in the bar and treat to Alphonse's wounds, I want to be able to talk to him when he wakes up. Andrew, stay in here and protect Alphonse and your sister,” commanded Frey.

 

“No, I want to help you outside,” retorted Andrew.

 

“You're too young to witness a kill, Andy,” sadly smiled Frey, his amber eyes filled with brotherly protection. “However, if the need arises, you will need to fight, so use `it,'” permitted the twelve year old.

 

“I get to use `it?'” asked Andrew, his eyes filled to the brim with glee.

 

“Only if you absolutely need to,” confirmed Frey. He then took his broadsword and hoisted it onto his shoulder. `In this situation, I need to fight smarter, faster, and stronger then I ever have had to fight before. I cannot let my charges be stained by the blood of fools.' He then stepped out into the dark to face the city dwellers. And that night there was no moonlight or starlight, only torchlight lit by the prejudice of man.

 

“There he is!”

 

“It's him!”

 

“Kill him!”

 

Torture him!”

 

“Crush him!”

 

“Stab him!”

 

“Smash him!” These were the many cries of the villagers as they spotted the so called `JinchÅ«riki' exiting from the bar.

 

“He killed the boy!”

 

“He ate his own servants!”

 

“He sacrificed them to Satan!”

 

“If you can't fight without shouting every three seconds, you'll have one helluva fight!” shouted Frey. He then charged with his broadsword, slashing at every other person or so in his way. Within five seconds he had cleared through a line of five people and had slain around eight. He regrouped and attempted to do it again, but this time he was only able to slash two non-mortally before reaching the entrance of the bar. `And so it begins.'

 

After his assault the villagers were roused from their yelling sprees and were now eager to see the blood of the `Jinchūriki.' The first person to charge was a man of about twenty five who had with him a forging hammer. He tried to bring it down onto Frey's head, but was easily parried and the man found his chest had a sword, a bone sword to be precise, impaled into it; right through his heart after a minute of stalemate. While the two were stalemated, another man tried attacking with a very large cleaver. He managed to stab Frey in his shoulder before the top half of his body was separated from the bottom part, causing crimson blood to spray everywhere. Frey was now starting to breathe heavily as he pulled the cleaver from his arm. `Dammit, I can't be tired yet. I can't. I need to stay alive; for Andrew and Mallory. They need me. Dammit I can't lose!' Another man started to charge at him with two short swords as Frey unleashed a blood curdling scream. It sounded of such anguish and pain that it stopped everyone from moving, including the twins Mallory and Andrew.

 

“Mallory, did you hear that?” reluctantly asked Andrew.

 

“Go, brother. Go help him. He needs help. He's falling into the darkness, his eyes, they're, they're bulging. He's spewing blood and his arms. Oh my god his arms…” Mallory moaned. She then turned away from Al, who had cloths wrapped around his cuts and bruises, and vomited. Without a second thought, Andrew ran outside and prepared to use `it' when he saw his surrogate older brother. He was covered in the blood of others, dead bodies hung from his sword.and blood dripped from his arms. And his bone swords now were tripled in length. They now started from his shoulder blades and ended around five inches above his arms. He was using them to slash the now panicked civilians, who were trying to escape his wrath. And then he turned around, and he knew that the creature in front of him wasn't his brother, it was an animal. His eyes weren't eyes anymore, they were blood red slits, and fangs grew from his mouth, oozing blood.

 

`So this is what I've been longing for all of this time; complete and utter madness. The blood, it's…it's pooling on the ground around the corpses. Why did I ever want this?' Andrew then fell to his knees and started incoherently mumbling phrases like `why, why' and `the blood, it's everywhere.' One villager saw Andrew was unprotected and tried charging at him with his bare hands to strangle him. Andrew saw the man coming, but decided that he could no longer stand living after seeing…that animal kill all of those people. The man eventually reached his target and wrapped his bloodied hands around the boy's neck and shaking his head.

 

“Demon bastard, I've got you now,” insanely laughed the attacker. However, the attacker soon found that he could no longer breathe. His eyes widened at the realization; both of his lungs had been punctured. He then vomited blood and incoherently croaked and gurgled as he lay in a pool of his own blood, his hands still loosely enclosing Andrew's neck. The now soiled Andrew looked up and found himself looking into the eyes of a true demon.

 

“Kill, to kill is my reason to live. You are the only one left child, you are my next victim,” growled the demon. He lifted up his broadsword which was now dripping with sticky red blood, but found that he could not move his arms for the final blow. Instead several ethereal hands had emerged from the ground and had plunged themselves into his chest.

 

“I call it `soul ripper.' It rips the soul from your very essence, leaving your body just an empty shell,” explained Andrew. He had completely gone over the edge. He did not care that this monster used to be his surrogate brother, he just wanted him dead.

 

“Andrew, call back your hands,” commanded a voice.

 

“But…”

 

“Now!”

 

“No! I want this monster dead, no, worse than dead. He took Frey away from me, I want him to be a shell of a monster; wandering around with no purpose in life! I want him to suffer!”

 

“Then what will happen to Frey?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“What will happen to him once you take his soul?” At this Andrew went silent. He didn't predict what would happen to Frey after Andrew had taken his soul.

 

“Release him Andrew. He's your brother,” soothingly ordered the voice. Andrew reluctantly released his grip on Frey's soul and looked up into the caramel colored eyes of Alphonse Elric. Al then hastily drew a transmutation circle on the ground and soil wrapped around Frey's lower legs and arms, binding him into place.

 

“Andrew,” said Al.

 

“Yes?” inquired Andrew.

 

“Do you remember where you found me?” inquired Al.

 

“Yeah, near the southern gates,” responded Andrew.

 

“Good, now go get Mallory, and follow the road you found me on south for three days straight and go to Resembool. Keep going straight until you find a house next to a burned down one. Go into that house and tell the person who lives there that Alphonse asked if you could stay there for awhile,” directed Al.

 

“No, I'm staying here,” firmly argued Andrew.

 

“Please, go. If that state gets here before you leave you'll be accused of the massacre of these citizens. Now please, go,” pleaded Al.

 

“Promise that you and Frey will come get us?”

 

“I promise.”

 

“Good.” Andrew then retreated back into the bar, got Mallory, and left the town, heading towards Resembool. With Andrew and Mallory gone, Al could now confront Frey.

 

“Frey, what's happened to you?” he sadly asked the imprisoned beast.

 

“Kill, I must kill!” growled the creature.

 

“No Frey, you've done enough killing. Look at yourself, you're covered in blood. What would your brother and sister think?”

 

“Brother? Sister?” he spoke as if he had never heard the words before.

 

“Yes, the ones you love and protect. Mallory and Andrew; the ones who idolize you and look up to you,” goaded Al.

 

“Mallory…Andrew…oh god…what have I done?” moaned Frey. His body slowly reverted to its original form, and Al released him of the soil, causing him to collapse into Al's arms.

 

“It's time to go home now, Frey,” soothingly said Al.

 

“Yes…home sounds good right now,” agreed a weary Frey. Al started to walk towards the gate when he heard an audible click and cool metal being pressed against the back of his skull.

 

“You are going nowhere. You two are hereby informally charged of the massacre of the civilians of Sirayia under the orders of State Alchemist Celeste Redricks, regent of State Alchemist Avlin Redricks. Now put the boy down, give me the boy's sword, and both of you put your hands in the air,” commanded a very curt, female voice. Alphonse did as the military officer commanded him to do and both him and Frey were led away from the city with a military escort to Mezzeret.

 

`So we will meet again, old friend,' thought Al as three guns were being pointed at him by the military guard.

 

And the moon never came out.