Hello there! Welcome to Abrupt Farewell! It is a story I have been planning for a while, around a few months. But updating other stories, finals, my laziness, and writing X-Mask got in the way. This story is slightly AU. It takes place in the Soul Eater manga-verse, so they sealed up the Kishin but Kid didn't complete his lines of Sanzu so Old Man Death is still alive. It also follows the Fullmetal Alchemist manga, but Ed still has his automail arm. Because they're American, they will not use typical Japanese names or suffixes. Edward may speak in different languages, but other than that, there will be no foreign speak.
EDIT: This chapter time-skips a lot and it may become confusing. Basically, if the transition says "Death City, Present" that means the following passage will be in Death City and in the present onwards.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Soul Eater.
[ Begin Transmission ]
"ROY!"
The scream was deafening. Ear-piercing. Heart-shattering.
"NO! How... H-How..."
He was there. Curled up amongst a battlefield of flesh and blood. Rotting corpses and flies. The broken remains of buildings.
He held a Caucasian man - who seemed to have been impaled right through the heart - in his bloody arms.
"I..."
Madness...
"I'm a..."
It's everywhere...
"I'M A MONSTER!"
And so the golden boy cried.
[ End Transmission ]
Chapter One: Immortals
"Tch."
The man reclined in his rocking chair, an old, yellowed newspaper in his left hand. He gently pushed with his legs - little to no force put into it - and started to rock the chair.
"Madness in spreading."
He threw the paper on the mahogany coffee table, right next to a steaming mocha.
"I thought they fucking sealed him up on the moon already."
The man leaned forward to sip his hot drink, either not noticing or not caring that it was practically boiling. He sighed frustratedly, and rubbed his nose with his right hand - his free hand.
He abandoned his drink on the table and sat up, reaching for a dirty, patched up, dark maroon coat on a wooden coat hanger by the door. He casually put it on, wrapping it around his muscular - but small - frame. He slipped into his shoes and walked outside.
Death City was calm and peaceful, though there was a slight air of unease. Probably from the recent article, the man thought.
He looked directly at the sun, it's never-ending silent laugher spreading its mouth wide.
The man stuck up the middle finger.
- Death City, Present -
"Nice to see you again, Ed!" The voice was light, a cheerful chirp. "So you came back to Death City after the Kishin's defeat?"
The reply was sarcastic. "No shit, I'm back."
The man - Ed - grew serious. "I hear madness wavelengths have been spreading."
A sigh. "Yes, yes. It quite worries me."
"Anyway," Ed's smile tilted in a mischievous way. "I was wondering if you could... Return me to action."
"Are you sure?"
Ed answered with a grin. "Of course! I'm as chipper as ever!"
His face darkened. "Plus... I've seen some of these wavelengths and... They remind me of... Amestris in a way. It's familiar. Like I know them." His golden eyes flared, temporarily glowing for a second. "I need to find out who they are!"
The respondent gave a positive: "You can return to service, Edward. I won't stop you from trying to find out who this person is."
The smile Edward gave was almost malicious. "I'll try my best... Shinigami-Sama."
- Unknown -
It was darkness... All darkness.
What was going on?
He had so many questions.
Where was he?
Why was he here?
Who was he?
The man floated around aimlessly. The only things there were him, and the blood that was freely flowing out of the gaping wound in his heart.
What happened to him?
He could feel something... Amongst this sea of nothing. Something malicious.
Something mad.
"I see you're awake..."
The man shivered.
Who was this?
Did he know who he was?
"Roy Mustang."
- New York, 1924 -
CRASH!
The brick building collapsed it to rubble as a man smashed into it. Dust flew everywhere, and the stray bricks were thrown everywhere - up, down, in the street, on top of him -
He coughed madly, red sparks dancing across his wounded - not anymore - body. He ungracefully fell onto the floor, slightly crouched and in a defensive position.
He jumped.
High, high, high into the air. Higher than the highest buildings.
His magnificent leap was intercepted by a bolt in the wind. The man thrust his right arm forward, a tumor of shadow stopping the attacker in its tracks.
"A corrupted human, hn?" The man sneered. "How pathetic. I've been seeing a lot of these things lately."
The shield coming out from his arm morphed into a blade, which went right through the creature's heart.
The man grimaced and regret flashed through the his eyes, but it went away as soon as he swallowed the blood red soul.
"No matter how many times you consumed them, you still weren't immortal," he spat. "I hate those who play God."
A man and a woman ran up to him.
He turned around. "What is it?"
"Thank you," The man said.
"We've been hunting that one for years," the woman said.
The man who had killed the creature sighed, then froze. A look of horror slowly darkening his gaze, he slowly looked up at the two.
"Who's we?"
- Unknown -
Madness...
Madness...
Madness...
He wanted everyone in the world to experience it!
He wanted to engulf the world in it!
He laughed a howling laugh, hiccuping while his voice scratched on his vocal cords.
He laughed until he could no more.
- Death City, Present -
Maka looked up from her book to see a man sit next to her.
He was rather short, with long, golden hair in a ponytail and fierce golden eyes. He appeared to be holding a book about chemistry.
Noticing her stare, he looked up at her. "Yes?"
Make blushed slightly and said quickly, "Nothing, I just noticed you sit down."
He smiled fondly. And was that... Nostalgia?
"I'm Edward," he said.
She blinked. "Maka."
"Maka Albarn?" He asked curiously.
"Yes," Maka answered, slightly baffled. Then again, she was famous.
"Lord Death told me about you guys," Edward said. "You guys are tough."
Maka glowed at the praise. "Thank you."
Edward grinned slightly. "Of course. To anyone who's beat up a god."
And so Edward started reading his book and then was nothing to the outside world.
- Death City, Present -
"Big brother..."
There was Alphonse. Smiling. Happy. Alive.
"You didn't save us..."
Edward watched, frozen with growing horror, as a deep wound slowly grew from Al's left shoulder to his right leg. Blood dripped down slowly.
Pure hatred showed on his dear little brother's face.
"Now look..."
Then, bodies started to appear. Bloody and heavily mutilated.
Hawkeye.
Winry.
The Mustang Unit.
Ling.
Lan Fan.
"We're all dead..."
Alphonse slumped to the ground and Mustang walked up, a gaping hole where his heart should have been.
"Look... You killed me..."
And then he lunged.
Edward woke up screaming, his voice raw and tears pouring out of his eyes.
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Hasta la Pasta,
~BakedBeanFart