CRIMSON DESIRE
Rated M: Yaoi, incest, blood gore, all that good stuff
RoyxEd
Full Metal Alchemist: belongs to Aniplex inc and Himoru Arakawa
time period:??
All I have to really say is enjoy the story. :D
It was so silent.
The sound of freshly crisp fallen leaves of the autumn season being massacred under a foot of a delinquent and the cool breeze of mother nature breathing is the only sound to be heard.
Fucking Leaves! The delinquent thought sourly to himself as he was approaching slowly, achingly, secretively up to the residence. His eyes hungrily scaled left and right for any sudden movements.
His pants sticking to his legs like sap and his black tank top lightly sliding against his skin as he shifted, you would think he was a moving shadow.
Could the damn house be any further?! His head pulsated angrily in irritation. Patience wearing thin, his paced increased as the screams of suffering leaves continued but in shorter crumpling screeches.
His hands pressed lightly against the ridges of the abode, with his eyes gleaming in a dark auriferous shimmer from the lack of lighting he glanced at the nearest window. He made a dissatisfied grunt. His body stretched and turned in different directions looking for more entrances near his location.
Entrances not found.
Dammit he thought sullenly as he stalked near the window. He looked inside, his eyes slowly slid left and right seeing nothing but darkness as if death made himself/herself comfortable and checked in.
It was so quiet, well, what can u expect at two O'clock in the morning except a ruined drunk or a breaking and entering charade? There wasn't much thinking in this sequence except of how to open the damn window with out making a peep.
He lift the window sill over his head and scanned the area once more to confirm that there was no hair high or low of anybody else living or breathing in this room but him.
His ears listened as good as his eyes glared into the darkness.
Satisfied with his observation his body slid in with complication. Right leg first, the end of his foot tipped the hairs of the carpet, he brushed against it a few times before he pressed his foot flatly against it.
He lightly hopped making irritated grunts from trying to slide his left leg in. His left leg tapped on edge of the window making a metal tune each time he jumped.
The delinquent must admit, he hated his height; a lot. He never accepted it graciously, but he had the height of a 12 year old pansy school girl. His height felt like a scrutinizing insult (curse) to him, a way early punishment for his future criminalized misdemeanor.
He always thought there could have been a better punishment, he THOUGHT being mentally handicapped when he was born would had been better than being short as he slightly grown and matured. Well, he also thought that the replacement of being mentally handicapped was him being "physically" handicapped by his two limbs, but that was his fault in many ways.
His left hand clinched the bottom of the window for support as his right stood sturdy holding the sill open. His creaking left leg finally lifted over and landed solidly on the carpet floor.
The boy grinned to himself
He basked in glory by his "accomplishment" for a second or two until reality kicked him in the ass and yelled close the damn window and get your stupid ass upstairs!
He listened to reality and closed the window slowly; he put his pinky under the sill of the window and started to remove it until made a complete shut without a sound. Perfect.
The delinquent felt consummate, achieved, and successful. He made a mini (silent) victory dance as he made undertone 'yeses' and 'uh huhs' in the reticent room.
Click
The delinquent froze in his current victorious position
"Why are you rejoicing, Edward? Please tell me so I can see what so desirably needed to be celebrated so I can go play some music" The voice said flatly with a hint of irritation.
Edward face turned into aggravated conniption, not from the voice but how he was caught, again. His right arm slowly wiped over his face stretching the features of it out of place for a second or two, making a loud and obvious sigh at the end of it.
Ed formed a small smirk and rose his hands mildly in the air, "alright," he said, he slowly turned his body toward the figure sitting on the arm chair "my dear father" he started smugly "what kind of long lingering declamation do you have for me tonight?" clearly by how Edward said it this has happened more than twice.
"Edward…." his father sighed long and hard, "what can I really say to you as everything I speak go on deaf ears? I preach to you continuously, yet you rather go out to those hoodlum parties and charades and god knows what else. I really honestly don't know what to do with you. You're stubborn as hell and only listen to what can put you in jail and what can get you killed."
"Well, Pops maybe if you let me go have fun at times I wouldn't have to sneak out and go to charades, parties or what ever the hell you're spewing out!" Edward snapped "I bet Alphonse told you also, fucking snitch!" Ed slung his head upward knowing the room they shared was above the living area he was standing in.
"One: watch your mouth, and your brother had ever right to tell me, he only tells me cause he cares about what happens to you or what's going to happen to you and I…" his father trailed off and scrubbed his hand over his face as a sign of saying what's the point?
Talking to such a rebellious child was like talking to a brick stain steel wall, you'll be ignored and un heard.
"Brother, please," a voice said
Ed took a bitter glance at the door way, he looked in those eyes, the eyes of distress. He sighed and looked away.
Edward love his brother and could never stay mad very long, well, depending what crime was commented and how big the cost was, then there would be endless glares, sneers, and punches steaming the air between the two. In this situation he couldn't really be mad for Al caring and wanted to take the "fucking snitch" comment back. He was just angry, or angrier at the minute, but at the same time he thought maybe sometimes Al should mind his own damn business.
"Dad, just wants you to sto-Dad and I both want you to stop sneaking off to places we have no idea of especially at such late times." The sand colored haired boy walked near his father and rested his hand on his shoulder, "I SNITCH because the last thing I want is to find out one night you didn't make it home or a cop knocking on our front door saying you were found dead some where! I SNITCH because I care and I want a brother! I SNITCH because I don't know what I do if some one else I cared about so deeply died…." Alphonse gave a faint shadow over his face.
Edward was looking down at the floor with a strenuous glint in his eye.
There was a deep impending silence upon the trio. Nothing made a sound except the ticking of the clock.
What could Edward actually add to this silence but with his own vowels of objection? No. It wouldn't be right, also despondent remorseful words like "sorry" or "I'll never do it again" didn't seem to fit either. He's done it so many times, snuck out, get caught, lecture, and conclusion. If he said those words he wouldn't only be lying to his sibling and his higher origin but to himself. Cause who knows when he would do it? He probably do it tomorrow and not feeling sorry at all, so what could he say?
Same old lullaby
Same old drool and drab
Same old bull shit
"Trisha, such a wonderful mother," his father spoke, "great care giver, excellent cook, and a fantastic role model. How did she deal with it? How could she handle this rebellion?" He exhaled out of his crevice.
Ed blew off his words, "whatever," he suspired from his lips; he didn't care what else the old man had to regurgitate his way. Well, not at this time of night any way, he could deal with his shit in the morning.
"I always wondered, I question every night, how could such an angel, such a…." he trailed off, "women, could ever die, and what was her REAL cause of death. And as I observe and survey continuously I cant help to think there was something else…"
Ed whipped his head around to his father's face; you would have thought he would had snapped his neck. "What the fuck are you trying say!?" Ed foamed.
Now, Ed was an idiot but he wasn't stupid.
"Brother don-"
"No, Al I want to know what the great Hohenheim, the scientist, OUR father in trying to say!" he yelled.
"Ed, I'm just saying-"
"Oh, I know what you're trying to say you old bastard! You're saying that I'm the blame of moms death!" Ed interjected, "do you KNOW how low that is?"
Ed was blundered himself by the fact of this. The old man didn't have to finish his statement; the evidence was in the air, at the end of the sentence itself. To be blamed for one of the biggest lost in this house hold insulted and aggrieved him to no end.
"Edward, no, that's not what I'm saying at all."
"Then what did you mean!? What else have you been OBSERVING in this house except me and Al!? The fucking toaster!? " Ed vented as he pointed to the kitchen which was across the area they resided at.
"Edward, stop!" his brother screamed in desperation.
Stop? Stop what? Telling the truth? Scratching out the little details that covered up his fathers well thought out observation? Al knew as well as Edward knew what his father meant. What to stop? The partying? The screaming? The anger? The hurting? Or just stop? Yes, stop. Just stop everything, everything that's happening now and things tend to happen in this house because ofhim, the reason for his moms death, the rebellion, Edward.
Edwards sneer (slowly) turned to a flatly stern grimace "Stop…" Ed dwelled on the word that slid from his lips he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "to stop something is to keep it from happening anymore, to block, break off, halt, barricade," he said in a scratchy stern vocal, "Just make everything stop, all the pain, the distance, the whole damn problem, huh?" he scratched his chin with metallic arm.
"So, Alphonse" Edward glared at Alphonse, refolding his arms. Al slightly leaned back in surprise, his brother did scare him at times, not only with his yelling and his short temper but his glares seemed like they can burn through steel. Though Al had enough common sense to know the simple glance from the pupils from a human being couldn't melt another, but how Ed did it made it seem possible.
"Yea?" Al responded timidly. He shouldn't be afraid, I mean, his brother wouldn't harm him from a simple command would he? Well, this was his Edward, the same Edward that hung him out the window for stealing his toast.
"You want me to stop?" Ed asked holding his glare
Alphonse stood there for a second or two contemplating whether to answer or not. What the hell? This was his brother, its not like he's going to drown him in a bath tub! Well, as he knew anyway.
Al nodded to his question.
"Ok," Ed said simply as he closed his lids
Al and his father just stared
"I'll stop the arguing with you and dad, the sneaking out, the whole thing," Ed said as he walked to the stairs keeping his face flat, "good night."
Al looked at his brother as he ascended the stairs, then his father, then his brother again, then his father, but this time his father met eyes with him. Both of them kept the same cycle of staring and glancing at the stairs then back at each other.
He said it too smoothly too regularly, it didn't seem right. There was no remorse no sorry in his voice just a simple statement. They didn't know whether to believe in his word ot not.
"He's says he'll stop," Alphonse spoke, he took another glance at the stairs.
"But the real question is…" his father said
"Can we really trust him to go by his own word?" Al finished, he glanced at his higher relative.
They simultaneously took one more long stare at the steps then sighed
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Ed quietly swished out of his covers and flatly placed his flesh and metallic feet on the hard wood floor. He sat there for a second to two to wait for his eyes to avert to the swallowing darkness around him.
He advanced out the bed when he was sure his eyes had enough time to study and understand the adjustment it needed and cringed when the mattress protested in his weight lifting off it with a disruptive tune.
Ed clutched one of his cerulean pillows and chunked it on the floor. He slowly descended his knees on to it, he hovered his hands frontward on the floor and pushed forward for friction. It was like he was in a wheel chair, just the lack of wheels.
Oh how he missed way back (as he remembered anyways) how he could sneak pass any person or any animal with out detection; especially at Christmas. Oh, don't think his skills as a devious cat has left with his existence of his real arm and leg, oh au contraire. His skills of the pass are still there but sometimes his metallic leg squeaks in joy as it felt his owner move secretively, as if it was happy to be in a charade, but a good oil down would fix that.
Ed froze when his ear took wind of a rumpling of sheets and whispering grunts, Alphonse just having another dream. Ed advanced more to his brother's bed and extended his arm under it looking for an item he needed. Then he froze in his current position, eyes widen from being startled by a touch on his scalp
"Good kitty," Alphonse grumbled and snorted, he evading his elder brother's head with his digits. He sat there for a second and groaned in irritation for his brother's overly obsessive love for the feline companion. It seemed like a wonderfully thought out decision to keep animals steer cleared away from the porch of there house, especially cats. Though Ed didn't have clue or idea if his theory he speculated was true, but he strongly believed if Al was given a chance alone with a cat he would severely rape the kitty to eccentric dysphoria.
Ed re-treated his head back
Al hand incoherently groped the air for the 'kitty' he was just caressing with his hands "what's wrong kitty?" Al groaned in his sleep.
Ed swore he saw a glint from Alphonse pupils, so in desperation to avoid another one of those sympathetic speeches his brother had stored away in the back of throat and questions he quickly scooted his body under his youngest grasp and was rewarded with a drowsy praise.
Ed scrounged under Al's bed once more as his younger kin was busy having his own party rummaging and scrubbing through fake cat fur. Ed grinned as he grabbed a strap and retrieved it from under the mattress, his eyes squinted at the soccer bag and he saw a face of a cat on it and pushed it back under the bed, maybe it might be better to use another one his brother didn't cling on to so dearly.
His hands scrounged under the bed with its invisible eyes and finally grabbed another strap; he knew it was different cause of how the material felt. He squinted at this one also it was a dark ocean blue soccer bag, this was fine for him.
Ed didn't really feel bad for taking Al's soccer bag because (Ed referred him as) he was a soccer whore. He would practice until his calves burned for rest, if it had some kind of spring to it when bunted Al would bounce it on his foot until the rubber wears out on his shoes. Al soccer ball busted one time by it running into the poker used for the kindling the fire place, that ironically Ed was holding. Until another ball was bought for him, Al would occupy his self kicking anything that had lift to it, Ed grew extremely irritated when Al would bounce the remote on his foot pressing the buttons as it contacted with his foot and changed to a different channel.
He gasped in surprise when he felt two arms wrap around his head, "come here kitty, I'm going to take you home," Al murmured, he held tightly onto Edward and pulled. Ed muffled in protest against his brothers arms, his grip grew potent. His arms flailed for freedom and air, his arms flung forward, dropping the light bag, and pushed on his brother's arms for freedom.
He finally freed himself, hair ruffled worse than when he woke up. Ed shook his head and grimed at his brother, but his eyes turned into wide glass china plates when he saw half of his brother body magically floating in the air arms stretched out for a landing.
He thought quick on his feet and removed the pillow under his butt and thrusted it into his siblings arms. His sibling graciously accepted the last minute gift of decampment; Ed recalled a grumbling compliment towards the pillow before nuzzling it and flipping his body over towards the wall.
Ed gave a long heavy sigh holding his chest. He could only imagine how a REAL feline must feel in his siblings grasp, poor thing; he made a note to give any unfortunate cat that crossed Al path a proper burial.
He grabbed the soccer bag and slid out the room on his stomach.
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Ed filled the bag with some clothing and was now raiding the kitchen for anything that he thought as good, which was basically anything that didn't have milk in it.
He particularly pick mostly dry foods, not knowing if there would be a fridge or not, last thing he needed was rotten meat juicing its way through the leather calling for buzzers to pick at it in envy.
Ed rummaged through cabinets having mental arguments with himself, it wasn't politics or anything to do with voting for the new over seer of his country but Ed would make it into a whole big democratic deal. Who would he choose, cheese snacks or peanut butter bars? Breaking down the nutrition, cheese (though had its share of milk in it) could be relatively good for you if you didn't eat too much, according to the food pyramid. But that's when it's originally cheese itself and not formed into an artery clogging snack, at the same time Peanuts have very high protein content and a significant amounts of iron, zinc and magnesium.
Well, our young teen didn't really care about nutrition or calories at all because he had a abnormally high metabolism and the way he thought was which one would he more fun choking down his throat, so he took both boxes.
After raiding the kitchen for things he thought were so called 'Absolutely necessary' he got a pen out of a cup sitting on the side table by the arm chair in the living room and a paper that was hanging on the refrigerator. The paper was already occupied with a grade written on it from a math test he had last week; a hundred. Ed's eyes looked flatly at the paper as he re-magnet it back on the refrigerator and took one of Alphonse graded papers off of it and flipped it over on the back. He pulled out a flash light, which he found in the bathroom closet downstairs, and flashed it on the paper as he wrote.
When he was done he needed to put it somewhere his father and sibling could find it with ease, his idea was on the front door but there was no adhesive anywhere downstairs he knew of, even so, he looked for some and still failed to catch an eye on some. He did find some tape but when he found it he thought of a better place to stick it at, he snuck up upstairs, when the task was accomplished snuck back down.
He swept down and picked the soccer bag off the floor and walked to the front door. His right metallic hand clinched the door knob; he stood there feeling heavy as if he couldn't move.
He gave a huge sigh and unhinged the door.
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The night was crisp and was luke warm weather, it felt really nice to feel wind against his peach skin. His air flowed silently in the air and danced with it, the sound of crickets chirping and katydids croaking anxiously at the moon.
Dear Alphonse and pops
I have no idea where I will be by the time you read this, but I wanted to say I'm taking your advice I'm making it all stop, all the sneaking, deceiving, hurting, and lying. Please understand, I'm not doing this to be childish or for attention. I just need to think on my own for awhile and clear my head. I guess I'm just breaking apart at the seisms and need some alone time to myself for awhile, well, basically, find myself. Also because I have to admit I have been acting a little off ever since that day and finally need some real thinking time. Please don't worry about me I'll be fine.
Love, Ed
ps. I don't forgive you for blaming me you senile bastard.
He was sure, well, hoped that by that letter they will at least be able to sleep at night. Even so, any parent that knew there child was out there in a cold world would burst into distress. He hoped his family had more composure and would take it better than the way his letter was written, but knowing Alphonse he would get so concerned for his well being he'll ask squirrels to look for him. His dad on the other hand will wait day by day like a tree stump ready to be up rooted for what ever escaped from him come back, which always did, well, excluding his mother. Even so, he would wait for her to come back too with complete confidence that she will return just like everything else, and Ed was no different.
His feet lightly padded on the ground; if he had a watch on him at this time he would check it. Last time he checked it was 4 AM, and that's when he got out of bed. He didn't feel sleepy when he got up because he laid there in the bed contemplated the whole time after that small articulation between his father and sibling.
Though sleep would be gratifying, especially at such un-godly hours. Ed slightly regretted for leaving so early in the hour he probably should have waited until tomorrow or if you're going about AM time, at night today to leave.
Ed came strolling up upon his high school, his house was basically walking distance, well, if you wanted to talk and chat on the way down. It was at least 30-35 minute walk, but it didn't bother Ed, nothing like walking through Mother Nature's boundaries.
Though he chatted with very few beings in his school, he wasn't exactly notoriously well-known around his learning environment. He always thought education came before senseless babble and gossip, friends were important he admitted, but choosing the right ones you could actually commit to was the key. Though the ladies did love his facial features, the lightly peach colored skin, but those golden rare eyes always did hit them in ways Ed didn't understand himself, and he was born with them.
He was one of the highest achievers in class and never did brag (outwardly) about his high accomplishments, but lately his grades seem to be slipping dramatically. His constant ways of leaving the house at extremely late times then coming back home in such early times didn't give his learning spite any knowledgeable push. That hundred he got on his paper was more like destiny then fate, the chapter was easy to him. The rest of his classes seemed to be slipping though.
Ed eye squinted lightly as he saw a shadow lurking in the distance in the front of the school yard, it seemed to be kneeling.
"Hey," Ed said, "you alright?" he took a couple steps forward "hey, I asked if you were alright," he repeated. There still wasn't a reply, he made a irritated grunt. He folded his arms and looked at the ground where there the kneeling shadow was, he saw another shadow but it was lying down on the ground.
Ed blinked and his eyes went stern "hey, answer me!" Ed commanded
The shadow seemed to acknowledge the teen now, it stood up. Ed, having his natural instinct, knew something wasn't right. He stood, "ok, who the hell are you and what are you doing?" The teen growled. The black thing gave a toothy smile and snickered, Ed's eyes furrowed at this, something defiantly wasn't right.
The thing gave a wide grin and opened his eyes, the color of dark radiant scarlet lit from the things pupils. Ed became startled, what was wrong with his eyes? Why were they so red and lucent?
The shadow, without warning, had sprinted towards the teen in un-godly speed. Ed had done the bravest thing that any hero would do in this situation.
Run like hell.
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Ed had bolted down the street at a speed that seemed to be unnatural, but when you're being chased by something that IS unnatural it seemed natural.
What the hell is that thing!? He screamed in his head, and why is it chasing me!? Ok, I did come up to it kind of rude, but shit! Ed slightly turned to see the creature in the air.
"What the fuck it can fly too!?" he screamed, Ed's eyes went as big as a dinner plate as the creature almost landed on him from the air, but thanks to a unlimited amount of fear and the will to survive, Ed small legs picked up more speed as dirt flipped from under his feet.
The soccer bag his hand was hooked on swung against hips, he looked back, his eyes could have burst out of his sockets onto the ground at that point; two more appear.
There two more of those things?! He thought to himself, bewildered. His speed picked up as much as his legs allowed.
Ed glared into the sky, "Is this my punishment for running away!? I've heard of paying your dues, but this is more like a year of tax income don't you think!?" Ed shouted to the higher being that lived beyond the clouds.
Amounts of unlimited sweat seeped from his pores from his forehead, and dripped onto his chest. His legs start to feel strained Oh no I'm slowing up Ed thought, what if these things catch me?! What are these things?! He questioned himself again.
He heard a loud ear shattering screech behind him, slightly saw a burst of light and then a sound of a explosion ringing through the streets. Then the same sound similar to the first one, but slightly different, also echoed. He didn't know what the hell it was, what was causing that noise, or why, only thing he truly knew is that he needed to get out this fucking street.
He came upon a very old decrepit house that ranked of abandonment, he had seen this house before plenty of times; it shocked him they still haven't demolished it yet. Right now Ed wanted to thank so heartedly to the lazy corporate government for not tearing it down.
He burst into the house and slammed it behind him, hands planted against it, chest heaving unevenly, and sweat pouring from his body. He fell on his knees and hoarsely gasped for air, dropping the bag also, his chest burned a hellish pain, as if his heart wanted to crack his ribs.
He moved his body against the door still breathing extremely hard, waiting for the rest of him to catch up with him like the trail of pee he left down the road.