-1FULLGAY ALCHEMIST

2nd June 2006 (I fucked a guy and all I got was this stupid fanfic wrote about me)

Stigmeister's note (I am a girl): if it starts off boring, bear with me because writing beginnings is not my fortè. I can't take all of the credit for this fanfic, thank you to Manicbash (my loyal attorney) my sister. Like an apple, she doesn't fall far from my tree. Warning: contains strong language from the start! ... and on that bombshell …

Chapter One: The world is getting ugly

And we did it again …

Edward Elric paced the streets alone, a slip of paper gripped tightly in his hand. He smiled contently to himself, keeping his eyes fixed to the pavement never leaving. His footsteps were light although echoes followed like a second pair of feet. He glanced back as if he expected something there. The darkness swept up and down the streets, tiny droplets of water followed, spattering the pavements. Ed looked upwards, cursing under his breath he quickened his pace. "Shit." He glanced at the paper again, checking the location; he was almost there. He could barely contain his excitement. Would he be free? He grinned widely allowing a spring in his step. No amount of rain in the world could ruin a day like this. His mind wandered back to his younger brother back at the hotel waiting.

Lanterns loomed in the poor light, spilling out pools of gold. The pavement glittered suddenly. A figure stood, back slumped to a lamp post. The iron lantern swung above their head casting grotesque shadows across the cobbles. Edward advanced steadily, heart beating in his chest. Something seemed slightly amiss, and he couldn't deny his nerves were getting the better of him. He swallowed loudly, as slight unease set in stopping time. The figure wore a dark coat, the high collar concealed the greater part of their face. He could just about make out a rough shock of dark hair. Ed had slowed considerably by this point.

The figure looked his way briefly. The patter of rain and resonating footsteps were all that could be heard as Edward approached, head held confidently, he forced down the feeling of apprehension. The figure nodded in greeting, turning towards the light. Edward caught his breath. He was steadily illuminated, light falling on the face of a kindly man in his late thirties with fairly broad facial features. His eyes were pale and seemingly those of a good man. Ed almost sighed in relief. He shook the strangers hand firmly and grinned.

"So you must be the 'Fullmetal Alchemist'." He stated, smiling himself. "I have heard so much of you and your quest."

"Whatever information you have for us will be great. So far we haven't been having such luck, this is a real bonus." He scratched the back of his head, pulling a puzzled expression.

The man had an urgent look about him. He seemed to stand on the balls of his feet, knees slightly bent as if he was ready to sprint. Edward couldn't help but wonder about this man. What was he running from? The mans eyes were darting about peering over Ed's shoulder. Every nerve in his body wanted him to look round, but that wasn't polite. He began to consider why he cared about his manners but was cut short as the man began to talk.

"It's important I tell you now. I can't be caught passing on this information after all." Edward nodded solemnly. "News has quickly spread of your quest. How you long to know of the cursed human transmutation." Edward nodded again hesitantly, had word really spread that fast? He was eager for them to continue, urging them with his own silence. They grinned. "You are the one who transmuted a human soul. Pretty impressive for a runt your age. So tell me. If you're really as clever as you seem, how come you weren't ever taught not to talk to strangers?"

A puzzled expression crossed Edward's face before his eyes widened, pupils nothing more than a pin prick. "Who are you?" He could feel his veins pulse in his temple, "And I'm not short!" He retaliated.

He felt a chill creep up and down his spine. He regarded the figure again, their features were a lot colder now. Once again he felt the sickening dread over came him. They laughed hollowly, shoulders heaving up and down. Edward automatically put his guard up, holding both fists in front of him throwing a punch at the distort being.

"It's all over Edward Elric!"

He heard a rush behind him, turning on his heel to face it. A fist collided with his skull in a sickening crack knocking him too the ground. He lay sprawled across the cobbled pavement blood pouring from a swollen gash across his forehead clotting. His fingers twitched slightly as his vision faded to black.

Large orbs of rain hammered the streets and against the window of the small hotel room, shaking the glass in it's frame. The sonorous sound filled the room driving one almost completely mad. Al sat in the corner on a small wooden chair. Hours had past since his older brother had left the room in search of the location described in that damned letter. Al could kick himself for letting him go. The clock clunked away the minutes in the corner of the room. He shot a glance of annoyance at the irritating object preventing his train of thought to continue any further. He couldn't stand the sound. The sound of time running out.

He strolled across the room, clumsy armour clanking as he went. He lifted the clock from the mantle checking the time. '2:44 am' It had been three hours since Edward had left. He encased the small object in his fist, feeling it buckle slightly from the pressure. He loosened his grip.

"There will be a lot to talk about." He assured himself. Realising it made him feel better he continued. "There is so much we don't yet know. This could turn out to be the best move we've made so far. If all goes to plan and I know my big brother knows what he's doing."

He paced towards the window, scanning out over the dark alley passages. The weather became increasingly violent, raindrops ricocheting off the thin pane of glass introducing a low grumble in the clouds. Al listened to the low moan of the sky, stunned by the sudden flash exposing the entire town from it's blanket of darkness. The clock proceeded to thunk in his hand, it was beginning to get to him again. He slid the window open with a squeal of rusting metal. The streets were lonely. No one would be out in that weather.

"Fuck!" He howled, throwing the tiny clock out of the open window into the street. It smashed into the cobbles, splitting into hundreds of tiny shards. Each piece clicked against the pavement, sliding across the damp surface. The whole thing was steadily swallowed by the darkness. Water screeched in torrents, cascading from guttering proceeding to crash through verges winding it's way like a serpent towards the sewers. It washed away the grime leaving stone pristine. As it passed it formed deep grey puddles depositing some of the waste. It lapped at the blood on the pavement.

A young boy in his late teens lay sprawled on the stone. His eyes swept shut, his long blonde hair tangled in knots behind him. The gaping cut on his forehead had begun to knit its self together to form an intricate scar. He did not move save the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Two figures stood over him with their heads bowed, examining him in wonder. The one was a middle aged man in a long trench coat, the other a young boy also in his late teens. His raven hair jagged out roughly behind him in an almost impossible manner. He wore extremely scanty tight fitting dark clothes despite the weather; the damp caused them to cling further to his lean body. He smirked broadly in achievement, poking the fallen boy with his toe.

The older man turned to him, "Envy, you idiot!" The man stated, "You could have killed him! That wasn't part of the plan!"

Envy placed his hands on his hips scrunching his face up in distaste, "Got a bit carried away I suppose." He glanced down at the boy again, his hand twitched in agitation. "Who cares?"

"I care you idiot!" The man roared. "You should too! There are going to be a lot of people looking for him, he is our hostage!"

Envy giggled in amusement.

"What's so funny?!"

"Lust. How am I supposed to take you seriously when you look like that?" He grinned playfully, stooping down to hoist the unconscious boy over his shoulder.

The older man grimaced, checking himself over in minor disgust. "Fine then." His skin began too peel away, fragmenting to nothing. The figure beneath the convincing costume was a lot thinner and female. Her skin was very pale, almost deathly white. Her eyes were dark in her skull framed by thick eyelashes. Her dark hair fell behind her in thick curly locks, pouring down to her waist. Her outfit was tight fitting much like the other boys, although some what less revealing. Her black dress hugged her chest and waist cascading down to her ankles. "That's better." Lust muttered flexing her shoulders, easing herself back into her usual body.

Envy relieved himself to his feet, taking the heavy teen with him. He panted slightly, "Jesus, this guy weighs a ton." He bent his knees slightly under the weight. "Quick, we can't hang around here for ever. It's cold and wet. Besides, if anyone see's us were totally busted."

"I agree. This is taking way to long. We should be long gone by now, lets go." She set off at a hurried pace, her heels clicking against the pavement. She paused. "What about the blood?"

"Who cares?" Envy followed her with Edward slung over his shoulder limply. He cussed under his breath at the weight of the smaller boy as he went. "Fucking auto-mail prosthetics! Is this runt really worth our time?" He whinged.

Their footsteps diminished, dispersing in the air carrying through the tight alleyways. Buildings gazed over as silent witnesses, eyes wide emitting citrine light. The wide corridors resounded heavy footsteps as he ran past door after door counting down the numbers. There had been a power cut in the hotel. Candles littered every available surface, their attempts to light the way futile. Their tiny glimmers amongst the over powering dark was almost ghostly. As he ran his slipstream put the odd one out smoke curling and dissipating. The corridors once bustling with people were hollow.

A maid progressed her way down the hallways. She held a couple of paraffin lanterns tightly. The small box of matches bulged out of the pocket in her apron. She scanned the walls lightly with her finger tips searching for a hook setting the lanterns down clumsily causing one to topple. Grabbing a candle from a nearby ledge she illuminated the wall. The hook cast gnarled quivering shadows across the length of it as she examined it briefly.

"There you are." She whispered to herself, easing the tension in the atmosphere with the sound of her voice. She bent over the lantern removing the glass casing from the top. Fumbling in her pockets she produced the matches.

A low rumble emitted from the stairwell as if something heavy had fallen down. She paused to listen to the odd clanging for a second, it was approaching at an alarming rate. She turned up the gas in the lantern striking the match allowing it to ignite. She held it up to the stairwell entrance, her arm quivering violently. The clanging filled the entire corridor as the door flung open followed by a giant suit of armour. The maid squealed in terror, cowering against the wall as it clattered down the corridor like a liberated banshee.

"My apologies ma'am." It muttered to the frightened girl as it carried on past.

The girl squatted on her hams for a while, regaining composure. The lantern had been blown over in the process putting out the diminutive flame. Her thoughts wondered to the suit of armour. Their had been a bit of a calamity over the latest guests, Edward and Alphonse Elric whom had checked in not to long ago. The Fullmetal Alchemist. She leapt to her feet in pursuit.

"Excuse me Sir?" She called after the animate armour. "Mr Fullmetal Alchemist! It's not safe Sir!"

Oblivious to her calls of misjudgement he fled out into the blustery weather. She stood helplessly calling out from the arched doorway. The sign directly above her head swung violently in the gusts of strong wind. She ducked back inside anxiously watching the diminishing backend of the 'boy' they were meant to be protecting. She felt like cursing but restrained by her strict upbringing, she went on to sigh her annoyance. Should she go after him? What could she do about it in her feeble state? Instead she turned on her heel for backup.

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Sun glared through the windows of the small hotel room in central. Ed and Al sat opposite each other in silence, seemingly content with each others company and the serenity of the sunrise. Edward turned the pages of a dusty leather bound book. Alphonse felt as though he should sneeze, he would have done. Ed bared his teeth in frustration, slamming the book shut sending plumes of grey ascending to the ceiling.

"We are this close! This close!" He bellowed measuring the tiny amount with his thumb and index finger before tossing the book across the room and folding his arms tightly. "I just know it! It's only just out of our reach, no matter how hard we try!"

Al nodded in silence. Ed continued to moan to himself, "I'm going to get a drink." He stated storming into the bathroom, tumbler in hand. Al remained seated shaking his hollow head steadily. His brother always made things more difficult than they really were and it frustrated him at times though he knew that if he showed it his brothers mood would become much harder to bear. His senses became alerted to a rustle at the door, he lifted him self watching the door intently. A small piece of paper slid from beneath and slipping across the carpet. Al picked it up, pulling the door open half expecting room service. Faced by an empty hallway he swung the door shut, scanning the slip in his hand.

"Big Brother?" His voice wavered.

Edwards eyes snapped open. He was crumpled on the floor; stretches of naked skin in contact with the icy stone. He shivered violently trying to lift himself; his body failed him. His mind finally focussed, the pressure in his head was intense. He cried out in agony touching his forehead. He stroked the wound tenderly. It felt quite deep and was still bleeding. "Fuck …" He moaned, pushing himself upright. His vision became crisp. Like a caged animal he was surrounded by bars. He considered his surroundings, touching his finger tips lightly on the white wash walls. The paint was like powder. Grimacing, he wiped the white residue onto his trousers.

"Wake up sleepy head." He heard a high toned voice jeer directly behind him. He spun round in an instant. He could just about make out a figure in the gloom on the other side of the bars. His head ached.

"Where the hell am I?" He managed to stammer, he crawled closer to his captor although it didn't make too much of a difference to his sight.

The other emitted a sudden high pitched cackle which may have been amusing in a differing scenario. Edward did not feel obliged to share his humour and waited patiently, scrunching his nose up at the damp musty smell of infected water. The laughed halted as suddenly as it came leaving the prison deathly quiet.

"Oh Edo, you don't half make me laugh." The other waited in silence. He could hear dripping resounding nearby. It was driving him crazy. Wherever he was he was obviously near a large body of water, he calculated. Fair enough that he knew that, but how was anyone going to find him? "And don't even think about escaping. I can promise you, it won't work." Edward snapped a challenging look, he would escape. He could feel more hot liquid pour from the wound in his forehead, he brought his hand too it again hissing in discomfort. He perished at the thought it might become infected.

"Sorry 'bout that. Got a little carried away I guess." The other giggled to himself. Edward glared at the abstract silhouette. He could just make out the approaching figure whom made no sound as they stepped. Edward recoiled, pushing his back up against the wall holding up his fists. In the dim light he could make out the sharp features on the others face. His eyes were quite large and slanted inwards slightly, eyebrows arching and thin. He had very obvious cheek bones casting shadows in the hollows of his face. His hair was an object of fascination seeming to defy the laws of gravity. The teen smirked.

"Why?" Edward asked pathetically, eyes streaming in frustration.

"It's been a long time coming boy. You won't even begin to grasp how lucky we are to have you here." He stood tall looking down on the other playfully. The boy whipped a key from his belt, turning it in the lock. He yanked the heavy bars across. Edward tensed his muscles sliding to his feet, positioning himself in fighting stance. He ignored the mocking laughter, "You can't seriously expect to fight me in that state?"

Edward bared his teeth daring the older teen to approach. He did so, taking a confident step forward. Ed twitched lunging at the prepared teen. He ducked back kicking low catching the alchemist's shin and knocking him to the floor. The darker boy rolled his eyes as the blonde struggled on the floor. "Fucking bastard." Edward hissed glaring upwards.

"Ooh big words for such a tiny little guy." The boy jeered. "Look at the state of you." He grimaced at the sorry sight before him. "You aren't much use to us like that." He yanked the boy up by his arm feeling the bones shift uncomfortably. Edward winced, refusing to speak although the insult made him flare. A stray piece of hair fell into his eye. The darker boy grinned amusedly, swiping it out of his face for him, various expressions playing across his features. Edwards eyes narrowed slightly. 'What the fuck?!'

"This way." His captor smirked as the alchemist staggered behind him into the corridor. The passage seemed to go on forever, cage after cage after cage. He realised he had been graced with the largest cell. The other boy led him further down the stinking passage, steadily the windows lessened allowing little light to penetrate. A large arched oak door loomed ahead; judging by the amount of light in the passage it probably led further underground. Edward felt his heart sink. The taller boy struck a match, lighting a nearby torch in it's sconce. "Wait here." He ordered, turning to enter an inferior room to the left of them. Edward considered the situation but had more sense than to run for it, he was in no condition for running with the state his leg was now in. He was barely alone before the teen emerged, cuffing his hands behind his back.

He heaved the heavy door open. Bright light streamed into the passage almost blinding the captive. He squeezed his eyes shut dipping his head, allowing his hair too act as a visor. The boy giggled tugging his metal arm in a silent command to 'follow'.

He was lead out into a huge courtyard enclosed by vast stone walls. It was quite unkempt. The grass grew wild, choked with weeds. Ivy spanned the majority of the huge weathered bricks concealing them considerably. He could roughly make out the path on which he trod; now and then brick peeped out from the undergrowth. He had never known of a place like this to exist. How was anyone else going to find him? Now his eyes were adjusted it didn't seem so bright outside as he had first imagined.

He watched the back of the slimmer boy. He walked in silence, differing to his talkative nature within the prison. He wore ridiculously tight clothes consisting of just a black high necked sleeveless tank top. It ended half way down his back leaving huge expanses of pale flesh exposed to the bitter weather. Ed raised an eyebrow in curiosity; the slender teen seemed unfazed by the biting wind. To top it off he was wearing a tight pair of shorts that barely reached his knees ending just above a tiny tattoo. He examined it in awe. It's intricacy was inspiring involving a crimson moon and twisting serpent, he wondered what it meant.

The wild haired boy lit a cigarette, pinching the white stick between his lips and passing it through the flame. The end glowed orange as he drew the foul smoke into his lungs before releasing it into the atmosphere in great, grey curls. The pungent smell was bitter, forcing Ed to choke as it crept down his own throat. The other chuckled to himself, flicking the end with his finger sending ash fluttering to the ground. "Been playing it safe have we Edo?" He jeered, dragging on the object again darkening the filter. Ed glared at him with dark expressionless eyes.

"Why have you bought me out here?" Ed questioned coldly, encouraging another giggle from the older teen. "Why can't I use alchemy in that cell?"

"You'd keep your mouth shut if you knew what was good for you." Envy grimaced, regarding the blonde as a stream of smoke leaked from the corner of his mouth. "You were no use to us in that state." He offered the remainder of the drug, amusement plastered over his face. Ed glared in declination just causing Envy to laugh harder. "It'll relax you y' know." He stated, inhaling the rest of the harmful substance, tossing the end into the dirt.

"I don't need relaxing." Edward growled.

Envy dismissed him with a flick of his wrist. "Do me a favour and stamp that out." He gestured to the cigarette end smouldering in the grass.

Edward felt regret as the bars screeched back to their original state, longing to be outside again. He contemplated to himself, would he be free now if he had just ran for his life? The teen sat cross-legged on the other side; he looked bothered. Edward regarded him with morbid fascination.

"What's your name?"

The taller boy quirked an eyebrow. The 'Fullmetal Alchemist' sat a few feet away from him. His eyes were steady, they seemed full of determination yet quite non descript. He just couldn't fathom them out. The other boy was completely at his mercy, yet his expression told that it was he who was in control. "Envy." The older boy replied. Absolute silence remained between the two, it was more than Envy could be bothered with. "Get some fucking sleep." He added coldly turning and leaving Edward alone.

Stigmeister's note: Edward Elric isn't a perv. P.S. in our country, pants are trousers. Lust can shape shift in the Manga. In the eyes of Manicbash this fanfic comes before my revision (and is therefore more important than my future). Many thanks to Wolborg (my muse), and that new A.F.I album 'December Underground'. P.P.S. I apologise if the title of this production or any of it's contents offends you, and I warn you in advance, soon enough this will have 'M' plastered all over it.