Hello everyone. I noticed that a lot of stories and people seem to think that the colors red and black are evil. Because I'm someone who doesn't even believe in evil, I wrote this.

My motivation is because I've noticed that Edward Elric and Asura the Kishin wear very similar clothes.

By the way, this chapter takes place just after Asura becomes a Kishin and killed three of Death's Eight Powerful Warriors. For FMA, it can take place in almost any time.

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Key:

"Madness will free you from your fears." – Spoken aloud words

'Why do we need fear?' – Thoughts

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Asura was currently hiding in a forest, miles away from his father, Death. Asura was holding his head and attempting to use his newfound madness to ward away his fears, 'Why? Why did father-no…Death…why did Death send them to kill me? Can't he see that I'm scared of his death? Can't he see that I became a Kishin so that he could live? *'

Asura refused to let himself cry, 'I won't let myself cry. It'll give him pleasure in knowing that I'm weak.'

Asura didn't care that the insanity that was flowing out of his body and around him suddenly increased, both in quantity and quality.

Asura took a few deep breaths, and when he felt that he wasn't going to cry anymore, the madness that was surrounding him seemed to relax if that was possible.

When Asura felt that he was completely alone, his scarves loosened a bit, and if you looked hard enough, you could almost see his face.

Suddenly, a noise was heard.

Asura tensed, his scarves tightened, and he backed into the tree he was sitting against, 'Please don't let it be Death. Please don't let it be some of the other Warriors. Please don't let it be one of his servants. Please don't let it be Death. Please don't let it be some of the other Warriors. Please don't let it be one of his servants.'

Asura repeated those words in his head like a mantra a hundred times a second.

A few moments later, Asura could hear someone grumbling, "Stupid colonel…stupid hospitals…stupid milk…stupid military…"

Asura could hear his breathing become heavier and more rapid as the voice became louder.

As the speaker got closer.

Asura considered flying away but immediately discarded that idea due to the fact that if this was one of Death's servants, he'd be recognized and reported to Death.

Asura thought to himself, 'What should I do? Should I fight? Should I flee? Should I just kill the person before he or she finds me? What should I do? I'm so confused!'

Asura was ripped from his thoughts when a bush that was in front of him lit up in blue lightning before seeming to disappear.

Asura didn't even notice that he was gripping his own arms so hard that he cut off a bit of circulation to his arms.

Asura didn't care that he was hyperventilating.

Asura didn't care that his scarves were so tight that they were now hurting him.

Asura didn't care about any of that.

The only thing that Asura did care about was the person who was standing about ten feet away.

Asura noticed some things about the stranger right away.

The person was definitely male.

The person had long, golden hair in a braid with matching eyes.

The person was wearing black clothes with a white collarbone.

The person was wearing a red jacket.

The person was wearing white gloves.

The person was wearing black pants, with a chain coming out of one of the pockets.

The person was also…short, about four to five feet tall.

And most importantly, the person was looking right at Asura.

Asura tried to stat completely still, hoping that this person would just ignore him.

The stranger walked over to Asura and asked, "Are you alright?"

It was no surprise why the stranger asked this question, Asura's clothes were tattered due to his fight and flight from Death and his servants. Combined with the obvious fear that Asura was giving off, it was clear that something was wrong.

Asura shook his head, hoping that this person would get the hint and go away.

The person did not.

The stranger asked, "What are you doing here? Are you lost?"

Asura shook his head.

The stranger continued, "Do you mind if I sit down for a few minutes then?"

Asura was shocked that someone would even ask.

The stranger took his silence as a go ahead sign. He sat down on the roots of a nearby tree. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

The silence was broken by Asura, "Why are you here?" The golden haired boy frowned, "What do you mean? In the forest? With you? Or…here?" The last word was said so softly that Asura could barely hear it.

Asura answered, "All of them."

The answer Asura received surprised him, "I'll tell you if you show me your face."

When Asura started breathing heavily, the stranger said, "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Asura turned to him in surprise; no one's ever said that to him besides Vajra. In fact, the day that Asura met the other warriors of Death, Death ordered him to show his face.

Just thinking of Death made Asura clench his fists in anger and fear made its way into his mind as he imagined all of the things that Death would do to him.

The stranger asked, "Are you all right? You seem…uncomfortable."

Asura jumped when he started speaking, but only looked at him in response to his question.

The teen stood up, gathering all of Asura's attention with the simple motions, and clapped his hands.

Asura wasn't sure what to expect from the clap, but he didn't expect the teen to slam his hands against the ground, making the same blue lightning from earlier, and creating two chairs from the ground.

When the chairs were finished, the blue lightning disappeared.

The stranger turned to face Asura, "Do you want to sit down on a chair? It has to be more comfortable than a tree's root."

Asura shook his head.

The teen frowned, "Do you want me to fix your clothes at least?"

Asura thought, 'If he does anything, I can kill him first, right?'

After a moment of debating what to do, Asura nods slowly. The stranger walks over slowly, and when he's in arms reach, he claps and touches Asura's clothes.

The blue lightning from earlier returns, Asura tenses as he feels his clothes moving without his consent.

When the blue lightning stopped and disappeared, Asura immediately noticed that his clothes, all of the clothes*, were completely fixed.

The stranger told him, "I had to make the clothes a bit thinner to fix the holes and tears."

Asura looked at himself to see if he could see any holes or tears in his outfit.

None.

Asura remembered the day that he joined Death's Eight Powerful Warriors, he remembered how Death was displeased with the amount of clothes that he wore.

Asura turned to the stranger, "Thank you."

The stranger answered, "No problem."

After a moment of silence, the stranger asked, "Hey, is it me, or does it feel…I don't know…nicer here all of a sudden?"

Asura shrugged, but he knew why the teen felt a bit more comfortable. At first, Asura's madness was what kept everyone away, everyone but this stranger for some reason, and now that Asura was beginning to accept him, so was his madness.

Asura asked, "Why are you here?"

The stranger responded, "Didn't you already ask me that?"

Asura started stuttering an apology, but he was cut off, "Don't worry about it. To be honest, I'm lost. How about you?"

Asura was silently debating with himself on whether or not to tell the stranger. He decided to tell, "My father turned against me. He sent people to kill me."

The stranger scowled, "Your father sounds like a jackass then."

Asura chuckled, "I don't think anyone's ever called him that before."

The stranger smirked, "Sounds like it's overdue then."

They both chuckled for a few moments, before the stranger asked another question, "So what are you going to do?"

Asura sighed, "I don't know. Hide until he finds me, run, look for a new hiding spot, and hide again."

The stranger scowled, "Don't do that. That would be giving that bastard of a father what he wants. Show him that you don't need him in your life, maybe knock him around a bit. Why does he want to kill you anyway?"

Asura answered, "I'm not the son he wants me to be."

The stranger growled, "Screw him then! Don't let someone else control your life! If you're good at something, keep it up."

With that the stranger turned to leave, "Sorry, but I have to look for my little brother now. We got separated and I'm starting to get worried."

Asura called out, "Wait! What's your name?"

The stranger looked back, "I'm Edward Elric. You?"

Asura gave a grin, "I'm Asura."

Ed grinned, "It was nice meeting you Asura. I wish you luck in dealing with your father."

Asura watched him leave, the whole time replaying the conversation in his head, 'Maybe I should embrace my insanity. Let it wash away all of my fears instead of just some of them. Like Ed said.'

Asura delved into insanity at that moment. It caused three things to happen, Asura decided to go back and face Death, Asura decided to spread his insanity so that no one would ever have to feel fear again, and Asura clapped…

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What did you think? It's not my best work, but for some reason, I have trouble writing Soul Eater fanfics.

I would like to dedicate this story to DragoonDraconian. She's the one who drew the story's picture.

Halfway through writing this, I decided to make this a series of one-shots based on Asura and Ed.