Author's note: I know this is a strange crossover to begin with and the inspiration is random but it is a great story (by my opinion) I can assure you. I will admit to there being yaoi but lemon scenes are non-existent and only implied. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Be warned that it's a long story.
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Daisukebebop
The moonlight from the window fell across the floor, reflecting off the steel armour of Alphonse. In the bed across from him was the smaller figure of his big brother Edward. His golden hair was loose from its usually restraining braid. The locks fell across his shoulders like waves of hope and freedom. But rather than his eyes being closed with calm restfulness they were instead open with concentration as Alphonse's were if he had any. Nothing could beckon Edward's weary body into slumber. No matter how tired he was he couldn't close his eyes to welcome comforting dreams.
"A drink of water?" Edward thought. He pulled himself out of the warm covers and trailed off into the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Taking up a cup and filling it with water he let the cold, refreshing drink drenched his parched throat. Back under the covers and nothing. Again nothing could send him into his sleeping stance.
"Maybe a walk might help." The thought of making his body even more tired seemed worth it.
'Alphonse?' He whispered through the midnight hush. No answer.
"He's probably pretending to sleep again." He thought with a secret chuckle. He liked to think that despite the disability Alphonse was willing to do anything to make himself seem human even despite physical appearance. He wanted so much to tell Alphonse that he was human to him but was so scared incase Alphonse would take offence. Wrestling his clothes on, he snuck out of the door and into the cold midnight air.
The park was cold and wet with dew. Soft white clouds rose from the grassy plains as Edward stuck to the hard surface of the concrete. His left leg produced a different sound to his right as the boots clopped on the floor in his each footstep. He used to be ashamed and embarrassed if other people were there to hear it but now he stepped on with confidence. He couldn't care if others taunted or pointed their fingers in disapproval. It was his life and his legs and he wouldn't let anyone tell him any different.
The bushes rustled behind. A seconds pause, he thought nothing of it and carried on. But again the rustling persisted. Turning his head slowly, he felt a wooden object make sharp impact with his head. He collapsed to the floor, his world turned blacker than the night itself.
-Hours later-
The throbbing pain of the object meeting with his head had now caught up with him. The sting was awful. Opening his eyes slowly, he was faced with a new background.
The place looked dark and dank. Tubes and wires lined the floor and all were leading to a sort of throne that faced with its back to him. The floor was of hard concrete and so were the walls. Small tables were set up at the side of the throne full of test tubes and chemicals. The odd bookshelf stood in lonesome array of the place. Edward found himself topless and chained to a stone slab that was hanging from the ceiling of the room.
Looking beneath him, he could see the mocking faces of the six homunculi, all-waiting with patient anticipation. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Pride, Sloth and Envy. All were staring with purple irises set on Edward, their prisoner.
The thrown twisted around to show the form of Dante. Her purple dress and black hair attended all of her lethal appearance.
'Ah. He's awake.' Her poisonous voice hissed.
'W-Where am I?' Edward began in his wretched confusion. 'What am I doing here?'
'Answers will become clear pipsqueak.' Envy answered with a victorious smirk. A baseball bat was twisting in his long, delicate fingers.
"He must have knocked me out." Edward agreed with himself angrily.
'As you all know.' Dante addressed her homunculi. 'There are only six of you here tonight. We are still missing the last of the homunculi. But tonight you will witness the conceiving of the last sibling!' She proclaimed in high splendour. Even the homunculi celebrated with applause.
'And what's my role in this?' Edward interrupted with malice.
'Yours is the most important of all!' She smirked. Clapping her hands, she set them on the arms of her throne and the floor opened up. A small contraption opened and rose up from the concrete floor. The machine itself wasn't much different from an injection only the syringe was larger, the needle was thicker and the substance inside wasn't completely liquid. The mass inside was itself the size and shape of a chicken's eggs only it looked more like a smooth rock, which floated in bright green liquid that slowly bubbled. He could feel his body shake and sweat with nervousness.
'You shall be… the MOTHER.' Dante laughed maliciously. The six homunculi's mouths stretched into tormenting smiles. They knew Edward wouldn't be able to escape and he himself knew he couldn't but he wanted to hope and think that there was some way of escaping the metal coils. But his feeble struggles were beginning to prove him wrong.
The syringe, which was connected to a metal arm, rose over the crowding creatures and with newly, found aim thrust itself into Edward's naval. The needle pierced his skin sharply but the pain was proving all too much for Edward. His wretched screams filled the air. As the acidic liquid of the syringe was slowly being pushed into Edward's body, his stomach muscles were contracting. Trying feebly to reject the substance. But only as the grey mass was being pushed in did Edward's screams signal the climax of the pain. The egg had penetrated his smooth skin and weighed heavy in his gut. The needle pulled away leaving a bloody mess where his naval was.
Sweat trickled down his brow from his unsuccessful efforts at rejecting the mass-like egg. His breaths were heavy with exhaustion.
'The method came from an idea your father came up with.' She smiled mockingly. 'The egg is surrounded by a viral disease that confuses the white blood cells, preventing them from rejecting and destroying the egg. The pregnancy itself will last a month before the child it's born. But HOW it's born… we'll let you guess.' She smiled wickedly.
Worry and fear clothed his face. Newly entertained fury was burning within him but it was zapping what little energy he had left. His stomach felt like it was being twisted sickly before the darkness took a hold of him making him its prisoner for the second time.
