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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS SERIES, UNFORTUNATELY.

WARNING(S): Mentions of Rape/Molestation, self-harm, suicidal thoughts. Dark themes. If sensitive to any of the previously stated items, please refrain from reading. You have been warned.

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Chapter 1:

A short blonde of twelve walked through the nearly empty streets of East City alone with the exception of a few passing drunks. It was late at night and the moon was high in the sky. He had just gotten home from a long mission and his train was late. Not only that, he had to leave his brother in Resembool for the sake of the mission.

The night air was thick and Edward could feel his stomach growl in hunger. 'No one's open and I don't want to cook tonight.'

He sighed deeply and groaned. He was both tired and hungry and at the moment he didn't mind falling asleep in a nearby alley near a nice restaurant. He didn't want to go back to Tucker. He wondered whether or not Nina would be asleep. The four-year-old had grown fond of him and vice versa. Knowing the elder alchemist, he hadn't fed her. He was probably too caught up in his own studies to pay attention to his daughter.

His eyebrows furrowed at the thought, a memory of his own father going through his head. The blonde hook the thought away and picked up the pace. He hated walking at night, especially when he was tired.

Finally, Edward reached the home looked under the mat for key. Opening the door, he saw a sleeping Nina curled up next to the large dog known as Alexander. The golden dog slowly walked off of the couch and then pounced onto Ed softly, as to not wake the small girl he had been lying next to. The golden boy hung his coat and jacket on the nearby coat hanger.

Edward leaned down to look at the dog. "How about I put some food in both of your stomachs?" he asked, smiling.

The dog licked his face in appreciation, before jumping back onto the couch next to the brown-haired girl.

The blonde boy walked into the kitchen, pulling out a few pots and pans, setting them on the stove. He put a kettle on top of the stove, turning the dial. From there, he took a few veggies from the refrigerator, setting them on the cutting board.

"Nii-san…"

Ed turned around suddenly, his golden eyes widening in surprise before a smile crawled on his face. "Nina? Are you hungry?" The girl nodded, one hand wiping the sleep away from her blue eyes, yawning. She rubbed the dog's head that had appeared beside her. "Go back to the living room. The food will be done in a few minutes."

"Okay…" she replied, lying down in front of the TV.

The Fullmetal Alchemist continued to chop the vegetables, a ghost of a smile appearing across his childish face, despite the bags under his eyes that seemed to have aged him.

"Edward," he heard.

Once again, the boy turned around, but a small frown place itself onto his features. He looked at the man before him, the redhead staring at him through circular glasses. "Y-Yes, Mr. Tucker?"

The older alchemist laughed, "No need to be so formal! You've lived here long enough for you to drop such foolish formalities. However, what exactly are you doing?"

Edward by this time had turned back around to the stove. "I'm cooking. I'm guessing Nina didn't eat, and judging by your stomach you didn't either."

The Sewing Life Alchemist laughed nervously, "I suppose you're correct." He walked over to the blonde, wrapping his arms around his waist, to which Edward flinched. "You'd make such a good wife, Edward. So caring, and soft. I'd hate to see the day you leave. Now that you're brother's gone, we can have a little more fun."

The younger alchemist shook in fear and nearly began to cry as the father backed away from him. Ed could feel the breath over his neck and the smirk in his voice.

Finally, the food was done. But, by this time, the blonde was no longer hungry.

He set the girl's food on the table while putting a cup of dog food in the bowl for Alexander.

The blonde somberly walked up the stairs of the large house, knowing the longer he avoided the man, the longer it'd last.

Oh, how he hated the long aftermath of the long missions his superior would give him. The Colonel would never notice his pleading eyes. He knew it would only get worse and worse. Why stay here when he could tell someone what was happening?

He knew about Alphonse and fuck where would Nina go?

He would continuously ask himself why he stayed, when all he had to do was make it so the bastard didn't have any dirt on him. The blonde could take Nina with him, and possibly keep her out of those damned foster homes.

Ed's mind went blank as he was stripped and thrown onto the bed. He heard the soft creak of the bed and his soul ached for freedom. He was trapped, he knew. There wouldn't be an end. None of this would end and when he realized this tears began to stream down his face.

He no longer screamed when he was violated, knowing no one would ever hear him. He only screamed when Tucker told him to. The blonde lied there limp as he stared at the ceiling, a headache gradually crept up on him as his head hit the bed.

Finally, as his own heart rate had slowed down, he watched as the man left his room, leaving him a light almost loving kiss on the forehead, one a mother would give to her child. A wish of good luck when the monsters came out to play? A prayer that you would stay safe? Or perhaps a farewell as she would abandon her child in the dark for the night?

Ed could hear the gears turning in his head as his thinking reached a high level, one he'd rather not reach. He wondered if that's all this was - a sick game someone was playing, a prank gone too far? Was that all he was - a toy that would soon be broken? And oh God he felt so violated, embarrassed. He couldn't defend himself and he was afraid, although he had learned to accept his fate. Alphonse lost his body, and now he has too.

But, he felt he had not paid his price.

There this hole, where it was he couldn't tell, but he felt empty somehow. He could slowly feel his mind rotting with...pain?

As the days had gone by, everything was a blur. Everything morphed together, the colors had fused and the black and whites faded into the gray. He walked around with smile on his face, as fake as it was, they mistook it for true happiness at all the progress he was making in the library. They didn't hear the hear echoing screams that echoed in Ed's head that he later found out were his own. And the nightmares. The dreams of hell entered his sleep every night. There were several times when Ed awoke Nina in the night and the dark would bark from his screaming. That happened as often he fell on the floor for the same reasons.

He hid the bruises from everyone even himself. The blonde had long become disgusted with the image displayed in the mirror. It's not me. It's not me. This isn't what he wanted. This isn't what life was supposed to be like, but he knew things were only going to get worse and worse.

Oh, how he hated being right.

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