True Love by Fate

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Risembool. In his bed, Alphonse shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Alphonse rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his dress, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the bathroom, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Alphonse's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'oh my god!' Alphonse shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's penis.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young alchemist of Risembool, a brother by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 17 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with seman. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Alphonse picked up the wounded brother and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

*****

'His situation is severe,' hoenhiem said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.

Alphonse could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young alchemist might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

hoenhiem sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Alphonse. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Alphonse turned and hurried to the room where the wounded brother was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the alchemist showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Alphonse with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Alphonse nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Alphonse dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured alchemist's ass. Then, taking up the brother's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

*****

'Where... where am I?'

Alphonse jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The alchemist was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

'You are in Risembool,' Alphonse told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

'My name is Edward,' said the alchemist. 'I come from Risembool. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to roy mustang in xing. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of chimera. At least 27\ surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my knife for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

Alphonse smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Edward had wound up in Risembool and Alphonse had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Edward was meant to be here, and Alphonse was meant to have found him. Why, Alphonse did not know. But it felt so certain.

It also did not hurt that Edward was one of the most beautiful individuals Alphonse had ever seen. His sleek blue hair contrasted with large, dark red eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Alphonse could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Edward had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

*****

Within three days, Edward had improved enough to leave his bed. hoenhiem gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Alphonse's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Risembool, he had not seen Alphonse at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked hoenhiem where his son could be, but hoenhiem had no answer. Alphonse was gone without a trace.

Edward desired to speak with Alphonse again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome alchemist once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Alphonse, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Alphonse was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

It wasn't until the sixth day after Edward had recovered that Alphonse returned to Risembool. He rode up the same path where Edward had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of chimera behind him. All 27\ of them.

'Here are your chimera!' he called to Edward. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

Edward stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'

'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Alphonse replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

Edward could feel his heart pounding as Alphonse spoke. Alphonse killed those chimera... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Alphonse and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave alchemist on the neck.

Alphonse laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

'Just a thank you,' Edward said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Alphonse's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

'Edward,' said Alphonse, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

Edward gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'

'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'

'Alphonse...' Edward sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

Alphonse lifted his hand to gently stroke Edward on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

Taking a deep breath, Edward said, 'Alphonse, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

A bright smile broke across Alphonse's face as soon as Edward had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

Edward took Alphonse's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'

'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Alphonse leaned in and kissed Edward softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you too, Alphonse,' Edward whispered in return.