This is just something I randomly thought of whilst reading a fanfic by Sakaki's Little Sis1.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. Or the characters. All I own is Tseng a Christmas dice (don't ask) TT
Warnings: Um… Ed gets hurt but that's about it in this chapter. Rating may go up, depending on the content of later chapters.
Enjoy!
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"Wow." Alphonse exclaimed as he watched the experience knife juggler. "He's really good."
"Uh-huh." Edward replied absently. He wasn't really listening; he had always found street performers to be weird…
As the knife count went up, Al could see the juggler was started to struggle. Five knives… I really hope he doesn't drop one…
As he watched, Al noticed that the juggler was starting to throw the knives a little higher to he wouldn't drop them. And, as fate would have it, one knife went a little too high.
The juggler, seeing this, caught the remaining four knives with ease before stepping to one side, ready to catch the rouge knife.
As it flew up into the air, the knife spun once before starting to fall towards the earth. Before anyone could react, the blade embedded itself in Al's outstretched hand. Oops…
Several people gasped. "Uh… it's ok," He said, trying to reassure them as he removed the blade. "The armour's really thick so-" Al was suddenly interrupted by a pained cry, coming from his left.
Turning sharply, Al was horrified to see Ed clutching his left hand in pain, as blood slowly began to soak the sleeve of his jacket.
"Brother!" Al exclaimed, discarding the knife and coming to his brother's side. "What happened?"
"…I …I don't know…" Ed stuttered in disbelief. "It just… came out of nowhere."
"Let me see it!" A voice insisted. Both brothers looked up to see a man coming towards them, holding a small medical kit.
Kneeling down beside them, the man placed the kit on the floor. "My name is Tseng. I'm a doctor." He said reassuringly before taking hold of Ed's arm and gently peeling back the now-red glove.
"Hm." Tseng said after a while. He then released Ed's arm and took out a small bottle of water from the medical kit. "Looks like a knife wound." He said as he pouring some of the water on a cloth and started to clean the blood off of the injured hand.
"How?" Al asked, watching as his brother winced slightly at the contact of the cloth.
"I don't know." Tseng admitted. "Did anyone brush past you?" He asked Ed who shook his head.
"No. It happened when the knife fell." Ed said, trying to hide his pain for Al's sake.
"That's very odd." Tseng said as he finished bandaging Ed's hand. "Well, the good thing is, it's not infected and it should be alright. Just make sure you clean it and change the bandages regularly."
"Thank you, Sir." Al said politely as Tseng gathered his things before standing and giving the boys a small bow.
"Take care." He said and turned, disappearing into the crowd.
Soon people began to continue with their own business and life in East City continued as usual.
Ed turned to Al. "What do you think caused it?" He asked.
Al looked at his brother, slightly taken a back; his brother never asked such questions. He was always the one to ask thing like that.
"I don't know, brother." He replied after a while.
"We should head to Central." Ed said, changing the subject. "I've gotta give in this stupid report to Mustang." He added with a grimace.
"Yeah."
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In the shadows of a side street, a tall, slender figure watched the two brothers as they made their way through the crowd and towards the train station.
"Did it work?" An almost cruel voice asked from the shadows, soon followed by its owner.
Lust smirked as Envy came to stand beside her. "The plan is working perfectly." She said. "The more we hurt the younger brother, the more the older will suffer."
"And then he'll be out of our way for good."
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