I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
A/N: Rated M for swearing, and mentions of violence and mutilation.
Rain pelted the east clouds obscuring the night stars in a yellow hoodie and glasses Scar walked down the street coming home from a pub that wasn't much fun he thought to himself. The day had been uninteresting everything normal and nothing exciting a certain Ishvalen had actually started to like the routine he'd fallen into. As soon as he rounded the corner someone collided into him he himself was unfazed however something was familiar about this person. Strong arms kept the young man from falling than recognition hit him. "Alphonse" hearing his name Al looked up and red eyes tried to decipher if those were tears or just rain. His question was answered when without a word the hazel eyed boy was trembling as he buried his face. Unsure of what's going on Scar just held the him close for a few minutes letting the younger calm down. "Why do you cry youngest Elric" something wasn't right though when hazel eyes looked up a large hand felt his forehead, than his own in comparison. Still not a word from the boy in his arms instead he looked confused this was not good and Scar knew it. The Ishvalen had to think fast in doing this he picked Alphonse up carrying him and searching for help in the one place he knew the younger Elric would be safe.