Fullmetal Ghoul


Fullmetal Ghoul


Ed: This is stupid. I don't want to do this. This is stupid. I've read about ghouls before. This is stupid. And now you're making me into one?! DID I MENTION THIS IS STUPID?!

Me: Shut up, shrimp.

Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE COULD RIDE A TICK AND STILL HAVE ROOM LEFT OVER?!

Me: Totally you, chibi.

Al: Stop it, Brother. Kori doesn't own Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood or Tokyo Ghoul.

Me: I WANT TO THOUGH! ARE YOU LISTENING MISS ARAKAWA?! FUNIMATION, ANIPLEX?! Oh, and by the way, Alphonse doesn't have his sense of touch, taste, or smell (like Ed in my FMA AU) and Ed still has all his limbs.


"Isaac McDougal."

Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Ghoul, raised an eyebrow at the packet that had been tossed to him earlier.

"The Freezing Ghoul?"

His human younger brother, Alphonse Elric, leaned over his brother's shoulder, his silver hair tumbling down his shoulders.

"He has a water kagune, apparently, and can both freeze or burn his opponents, and recently escaped from the State Ghoul we assigned to him," said Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Ghoul, with a bit of a swagger. Clearly, he felt important that he was able to order another State Ghoul around as he pleased. "That's all the information we have on McDougal for now, shorty."

A vein pulsed dangerously in Ed's forehead for a moment before he positively exploded.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD DROWN IN A DROPLET OF WATER?!"

Al, with a trained grace that could only be honed from years of practice, plucked his older brother from the air before the ghoul could leap at Mustang's smirking face.

"No contest. It's most definitely you, Fullmetal."

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stepped into the room smartly, her blond hair bound into a sensible bun, a stack of condemning paperwork in her arms.

"Please don't tease Edward, Colonel," sighed the woman, though it was phrased more like an order than a suggestion, and one hand went to the gun at her hip. The click of the safety being turned off echoed around the room. "I suggest you do something more productive, such as paperwork."

Mustang said hastily, "But I am being productive, Hawkeye! I'm filling in Edward about the Freezing Ghoul!"

Hawkeye quirked an eyebrow, turning towards the fifteen-year-old ghoul and his younger human brother, the former of which was mouthing "Edward" which a stupefied expression, fuming, and the latter of which was straining to hold back his raging brother.

"Right, sir..."


Isaac McDougal, the Freezing Ghoul, a former State Ghoul, stood alone in an abandoned alleyway, waiting patiently for the next foolish soldier to fall prey to his unsatiable hunger. He'd been starving for about two months now, and he was actually in danger of drooling as he waited. But he knew better than to barge into the street and attack blindly. He'd be set upon and would get carted off to prison before he'd even had a proper meal, and he much preferred the painful starvation that freedom bought than the full, but claustrophobic, confined life of an imprisoned ghoul.

A lone soldier skidded into the corner, aimed his gun at the ghoul. "Free—"

He was dead before he finished the sentence.

McDougal was ravenous, devouring the flesh quickly and discarding the bones, leaving only a bloody skeleton.

"How awful."

The young voice bounced around the confined space, and McDougal's head jerked up, his red pupils gleaming maliciously.

"To eat a human alive? It's a horrible way to die," added a higher-pitched voice, distinctly human. McDougal licked his lips, but the scent of the former voice was unlike any he'd ever smelled, and he was a cautious ghoul.

"I can think of worse, Alphonse," remarked the first voice snarkily, and McDougal squinted at the outlines in the dim light. One was painfully short, barely four foot eleven, the other slightly lanky, standing at about five feet.

"Get out of my turf, shorty," snarled McDougal. Big mistake.

The taller, Alphonse, grabbed the smaller, Edward, threw a hand over his mouth to stifle the enraged shrieks, and pleaded, "Please don't call him a degrading term for short."

Bemused, McDougal said, "Clear out. I don't eat humans that are smaller than me."

Ed, wriggling out of his brother's grasp, yelled at the top of his lungs, "HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST THAT I—I'm..."

His voice hitched, and he ceased his struggling, sagging in Al's arms, and whispered, "...Human."

His hands curled into fists and began to shake, and Al backed away, dropping Ed. He knew better than to try and restrain Ed when this happened. He could only hope Ed's kagune didn't go out of control and hurt himself.

Ed's left eye—only his left eye—gleamed red and crackled, and suddenly, two differemt kagune shot from his back—one Ukaku, one Rinkaku. Both were an uncharacteristic metallic silver.

McDougal's eyebrows shot up, but he shot his own kagune—also Ukaku—at the ghoul, though Ed dodged nimbly, his ghoul eye wide and angry; his human eye was still a striking gold, but it had dulled slightly and was glazed over; his human side had shut down.

The Freezing Ghoul scowled, raising his kagune to slice the the young ghoul down, but Al blocked it, not even blinking as the MCDougal's eyes widened and he pulled back, out of surprise more than anything.

Al studied the deep gash with a kind of interest on his face. "Funny thing that I can't feel pain, either," he remarked, before stepping out of the way for his brother, whose face had twisted with rage when his younger brother had been attacked.

"Don't... Touch... My... Brother!"

McDougal stared, not even caring as a spike from Ed's Ukaku caught him in the leg, his thoughts whirring in his head.

"You're a half-ghoul and a Unique... Your brother doesn't have his sense of touch..."

McDougal's conclusion made an insane smile stretch across his face, realizing that these boys were neck-deep in sin. "You two... Have committed the ultimate taboo! You've performed Ghoul Resurrection!"

Ed's two-toned eyes grew huge as he remembered the awful day that he'd cost his brother one of his most important senses.

"Dammit! Alphonse! Move!" Ed cried, staring in shock and horror as the violet light that had sucked away their mother's life force began to take Al as well.

The boy stood, swaying, his mouth open in a wail, as the violet light descended on him.

And then his brother was between him and the light.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

Ed stared at McDougal, a frozen look on his face. Then he said, in a low, deadly voice, "You know... There are some lines... You really shouldn't cross."

McDougal felt the Rinkaku before he saw it, the tentacle going right through his stomach. He felt the pain, wrapping like a vice around his middle, and the scream of agony ripping itself from his throat. Then he felt the blood. And smiled.

How stupid was the ghoul to let a starving ghoul near blood?

He lapped it up and felt energy, like caffeine, shoot through his veins. He shot his Ukaku—he vaguely heard a cry of pain, a loud "Brother!", and then the Rinkaku dropped, and McDougal scampered away, crazed laughter bubbling up from his chest.

Ed's hand found the kagune spike in his shoulder, and, wincing, tore it out. He then sniffed the air, scowled. "I let him near blood... An amateur's mistake." He then saw Al's melancholy gaze and his eyes softened. "I'm sorry, Alphonse... I know you can't smell."

"Or taste, or feel," added Al. Ed looked down, his hands curling into fists. The younger noticed and amended hastily, "I didn't mean it like that, brother! I'm grateful for everything you've done for me..."

He helped his brother up, adding, "You saved my life, you know, brother."

"Did I really?" Asked Ed bitterly, his kagune retreating. He stood up, slowly, pressing on the wound. "Is a world where you can't taste, or smell, or feel, really a world where you want to be alive?"

Al didn't answer, instead tearing a strip of the red cloth of his brother's cloak and binding the stab wound, cringing as Ed hissed.

Major Alex Louis Armstrong appeared suddenly in the alley, accompanied by the impressive mustache and gag-inducing sparkles.

"Edward Elric! Alphonse Elric! Towards which way did the menace go?" He cried. Ed monotonously pointed in the general direction of McDougal's escape. Al heaved him up by one arm, and they hurried after Armstrong, who thudded away, shining like a beacon in the gloom of the alley.

There was little to be done regarding the capture of the Freezing Ghoul, however.

McDougal (or the corpse that had once been McDougal) was lying in an increasingly growing pool of blood, and a man was standing over him, blood dripping from his blades.

Ed gaped at the tall, unwavering figure, gripping his shoulder and leaning on Al, whose jaw was also hanging open.

Fürher President King Bradley turned, his gaze falling upon the openmouthed brothers. His serious expression immediately melted into a kind smile. "My, to imagine I assisted the famed Elric brothers! This will make for a good tale for my son."


Ed raised his hand, turning it this way and that; even though it had been three years, he was still endlessly fascinated by himself.

"We never did figure out if he had a Ghoul Stone."

Ed glanced sharply at Al, who was referring to the ancient stone spoken of in legends that spoke of being able to bring something back for a sacrifice by a ghoul. Each brother dreamed of obtaining the Ghoul Stone for their own reasons: Ed, to return his brother's senses; Al, to return his brother's humanity.

"No," Ed said heavily, dropping his hand, the other finding his bandaged shoulder. Ghouls healed faster than humans, but the military insisted a special ward be put in for ghouls, and Mustang took one look at him dripping blood and had ordered, "Hospital, now", so he hadn't had much of a choice in the matter. "I guess we'll have to check out the military report."

Ed suddenly stiffened, his golden eyes narrowing. Al noticed a periodic thudding sound that seemed to grow louder and louder. Ed's eyes widened in shock, and he swayed a bit, and as a surprised and worried Al steadied him, he muttered faintly, "Oh, crap."

Major Armstrong burst into the room, clutching a bouquet of roses, adorned with sparkles. "Oh, Edward Elric, when I heard you were in the hospital, I dashed over!"

He threw off his shirt, causing both boys to scream.

"The beauty of my muscles will surely warm your heart! Don't be shy; you can touch them if you like."

"GET OUT!"


A young woman stood at the balcony of a building overlooking a small town. "Oh dear, he overused that Ghoul Stone, didn't he? Such a shame."

A bulbous man sat next to her, feasting upon a dog. He grinned up at the woman, who smiled back.

"It shall all begin very, very soon."