I own nothing at all.
Sorry, but I do own the OCs and the plot.
Summery: Edward Elric died four years and in his ashes came forth the Light Alchemist, a soulless machine. What can Alphonse do to bring his brother back?
Warning: Blood, rape (maybe), suicide, war, weapons, cussing, yaoi, lemon.
Pairing: Elricest
I have a new name now, Alonapogostick. Don't ask, this is still RiYuYami BTW.
On with the fic.
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The Eyes Bleed Clear
© Alonapogostick AKA RiYuYami
Chapter one
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Dear Alphonse,
I wish that it didn't have to be this way, but it has to. I don't want to do this, but I have to leave you. I can't stay here, too much is on the line and you are at the very top of the line. I wish you weren't, because you are the most important thing in my life and you always will be.
God this is so hard to write.
Alphonse, I'm leaving you and everything behind because I can't afford to lose you to death because of me. So many people have been hurt or killed because of our quest and now that you have your body back and people know that you are no longer in the armor, they will come after you and use you as my weak point. I can not allow you to be used in such a way, or even be killed.
If you died…
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I would have nothing to live for…
I love you my little brother, with everything I have. I truly love you and I wish that I could spend my life with you, but I can not risk it.
Take care and good bye Alphonse.
I love you.
-Edward
All that remained of the Fullmetal Alchemist was this note, notes and books scattered all over the place, a bloody knife, and his red coat and State Alchemist pocket watch, both of which were covered in the strong scented red liquid. Everything lay in the room that the Elric brothers were staying at in the military's hotel. The window was open and a young man sat with his knees draw to his chest right under it as cool autumn night rain came in.
Honey blond hair covered the bronze eyes of one Alphonse Elric as he cried after reading the note over again, holding it to his chest.
"Nii-san… why…?"
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Through the slightly drizzle of the rain, gasp of exhaustion and pain could be heard. Blond hair stuck to light tan skin and half-dull golden eyes looked around. A massive cut was on his left arm, and yet he continued to walk on, toward the outskirts of Central. He only thought of one thing.
His little brother.
"Al… I'm… sorry…"
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TBC
I know it is short, but this is just a prologue.
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