Okay! So i decided to do a fic about FMA :D this is three years after Ed sacrificed himself to the gate. :D
enjoy! Ohes! and i do not own FMA!
He blinked up at the light for several moments.
Huh? Where was this place? What was this place?
He looked around, his eyes widening with every inch his head turned. The walls were white, but it was hard to tell. There were runs of rust everywhere, from the ceiling to the floo-wait. No, they were going from the floor to the ceiling. The lights swinging above him were a bright florescant blue, the creaking noise that shot from them was highly annoying.
He tried to reach up to move his hair from his face, but failed. He looked down to see himself covered in a white blanket, over which were leather straps on his wrists, legs, and chest, binding him to the bed.
His heart rate increased, and his breath sped to gasps. He was terrified now.
"GOD, NO! LET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!" His screams were more like shreiks, and he felt his eyes grow damp. He struggled against the straps, his broken automail tearing into his shoulder. He grunted with pain.
"SOMEBODY!"
He was to the point where he was crying hysterically. And it worsened when a nurse walked in, rushing towards him, he struggled harder.
"Get away! Please! God, Don't TOUCH ME!" The nurse hesitated, but grabbed a large needle, and walked over.
"No... Please, god don't..." He cried harder, and just faintly heard the door open. "No... Stop... Go away... Please..."
"Brother!"
He felt a cool hand on his cheek, and flinched, crying harder.
"Brother? Brother! ...ED!"
The oldest Elric looked up at the younger, shaking. He found his voice. "...Al?"
Al smiled, and reached over again to his brother's face, but hesitated when his brother started shaking his head.
"No... Go away... You're not... Please go away... You're not Al..." He sobbed, struggling to get away, desperatley trying to edge the bed into a corner where he could cry.
"Go away... This is a trick... You're not Al... Al would never..."
"Brother..." Al looked at his brother with a hurt face. Ed looked back, and stopped, really looking.
"...Al... is it... Is it really you? Not a trick?"
Al walked forward to a still shaking Edward, and undid the straps, which, in itself, was a huge mistake.
Ed leapt up and pushed his 'brother' against a wall, a blade to his neck. The nurse gasped, and ran away terrified, leaving the brothers to work it out for themselves. Al watched his brother's face go from frightened to pissed and scary. Ed pressed the blade harder into Al's neck. "You're not Al... STOP SCREWING WITH ME!" He screamed.
Al flinched at his brother's words. They were coated with pain and mistrust. "Brother-
"STOP! JUST STOP! DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU'RE NOT AL!" His brother sobbed, his grip losening. "Don't... you're not..." He backed away, shaking his head, and ran out of the room.
"BROTHER!" He ran out to catch him, but the hallway was empty, all except for a very confused and worried Mustang running down the hall toward him. "Al?"
"Colonel! Ed, he.. He freaked out and ran..." Al looked tired and hurt.
"What?" Colonel however... "Why would that little bastard run away! What the fuck is the matter with him!"
"I haven't a clue but..." He looked scared "If we don't find him soon, he's going to get hurt."
Ed ran down the street, the rain blinding him abit. He held onto his arm, which was falling apart. Pretty soon it would be gone.
He ran as fast as he could, panting, every step sending agonizing paint throughout his body. He couldn't take it, but he HAD to keep running. He HAD to get away from that place.
He ran and ran until finally collapsing in an alleyway. His blond locks fell into his face, and he vomited up the little food he had in his stomach, and then vomited more. He was exhausted, and whimpering, his throat was sore, and he couldn't stop heaving. Finally his leg gave out and he fell. Laying there in bile, blood, and dirt, and cried.
"Dammit... Dammit..." He sobbed through his teeth, his face in the dirt and... other liquids. "Al... I need you..."
He let out a long, defeated cry, pained and broken. "AL!" He let out blood curdling calls for his lost brother. "AL!" As the night went on, he cried until he passed out, tears mixed into his features with a terrible likeliness to that of a dying animal.
Several footsteps raced through the streets, each letting out similar cries of worry.
"Ed?"
"Where are you! ED!"
"Fullmetal!"
"ED!"
"...BROTHER!"
They ran everywhere, searching through everything. Still, though... Nothing.
Until...
"Colonel! Alphonse! Come quick!"
Havoc called from a narrow alley, staring into it with such a piteous expression. Al was there within seconds, his blond hair was running over his face. His eyes were wide with hope and fear. Colonel got there seconds later, and they went into the alley.
Al gasped, and it took all he had not to vomit or cry. There lay his brother, bleeding, passed out in his own bile, covered in dirt and tears.
"Ed..."
Roy stared at the young alchemist with sad eyes, and to the sides he saw Al run towards him with tears streaming past him.
"Brother!" Al shook unconcious boy, and Roy heard a small, weak murmer... "...Al..."
The sound seemed to break the trance of shock, and everyone rushed to help the poor boy. Ed struggled, before giving up. Tears ran down his face and Mustang faught not to gasp. Ed looked so defeated.
Said boy fell limp in his brother's and Roy's arms, mumbling things about something called a Nazi. Roy and Al exchanged a glance, then looked down, listening to the quiet dronings of Ed.
"It... hurts... Hey... do you... think..." He looked up at roy, his eyes closed in a weak smile. " Do you... think... I'll die... this time...? That would... be... really... great." Al looked away, not being able to listen anymore.
They stepped into the car, and Ed fell forward almost immediatley. Roy and Al caught him, but he remained limp. Everytime someone offered a lap, hed cringed away and crawl to a corner, mumbling softly about a little girl.
Al stared at his brother, crying silently. Why had his brother given so much for him? If it meant his brother would be well again, Al didn't mind being just a suit of armor... If it meant he could hear his brother's laugh, that's be fine. But now, His brother was huddled in a corner, covered in filth, crying in fear. He was shaking as well, and flinched at every movement. Just what had he endured for Al? What happened on the other side of that gate?
"...Al..." He looked over immediatley, it was the first time ed had spoken to someone besides himself.
"Yes, Brother?" He kneeled slowly on the floor, not wanting to scare him.
"Do you think... even if... you are a trick... could you... Hold me... For a while...?" Ed's eyes were wide and frightened, but they were also hurt. Al stiffled a cry and nodded, holding out his arms. His brother climbed into his embrace like he was the last solid thing left in the world. Al could feel him shaking uncontrolably, hearing a small whimper every so often. Roy and Al shared another look, then stared at the floor.
Ed clung to his brother's naked chest, still crying silently, though Al doubted he was aware. They were in the bath. Edward had refused to let go of his brother, and he had to get cleaned. So Al had gotten them both into the bath, and Roy was helping Al wash a shaking Ed.
"I'd never thought i'd see him without that gleam of confidence... without that stubborn look... without..." Roy stopped short, biting his lip. Al knew he was just as close to crying as he and the rest of them were. Ed wasn't Ed right now...
The blond repositioned himself against Al's chest, burying his face in the hollow of his shoulder. Al sighed and slowly washed the filth from his brother's hair. Ed was thinner, now that he thought about it. He was bony and hollow, like his eyes...
"Al." The adressed man looked up at a contemplative Roy. "Do you think... he'll ever get better?"
Al sighed, and looked down at the feeble 18 year old boy clinging desperatley to his chest. His blond hair flooded calmly around his shaking face.
"...Yes... I do. Ed's not the type to give up. This... This is just a speedbump... He'll get up in no time." Atleast, that's what Al kept telling himself.
Ed was curled up on the bed, covered only by a towl, his hair falling like a curtain around his face. He shivered, and kept mumbling for his brother.
"Al..."
"...Al..."
" ...Al..."
" ...Al... "
" ...Brother..."
He looked up, frantic after a while. "AL! BROTHER!" He had started to cry again when Al ran into the room, dressed only in black jeans and a pontytail. He ran over and hugged Ed, soothing him.
"It's okay, Ed, I'm still here..."
"...o... Yo...u... Pr...I..." Ed was quiet, Al didn't hear. "What?"
Ed tightened his grip. "Do you promise?" Al looked at him, hurt and pity being the main emotions, he hugged his brother tighter. "I promise..."
Roy chose right then to come in, stopping in the doorway when he saw the brothers. "Er..." Ed layed down in Al's lap, And Al motion over roy, his fingers running softly through his brother's hair.
"Have you decided what you want to do with him?" Roy was nervous, scared if Al didn't know him better.
"Yea... He stays with you and me..." Roy looked at Al like he was insane, and he only sighed. "Brother can only be with me right now... or maybe you.. i don't know, but either way, if we leave him alone, he'll get hurt. You heard how frantic he was after only being left for a few minutes..." Roy nodded, closing his eyes. "What... What do you think happened... in the gate?"
Ed flinched, and hid his eyes, curling up more.
"I don't know... " And that was the truth... Al didn't know.
Just then, Ed sat up, looking around.
"Ed?"
He looked at his brother, And smiled... His Ed smile. "I need some pants, Al..." Al just looked at him, shocked, then slowly, he smiled to, and walked over to get some sweats. "Okay, brother... whatever you like..."
The two were walking down the halls of Central. Ed's hair was down in his face, and he wore only a pair of black pants and a a white t-shirt. He had covered his arm with a black jacket. He didn't look much like Ed, Walking through that hallway, holding his younger brother's sleeve. It took most two glances before gaping. Everyone stared at the two alchemist brothers, unbelieving.
"Ed?"
The blond looked up with a blank expression, looking around. "Huh?"
"ED!" The two boys were suddenly tackled. Ed let out a surprised yelp, and Al only sighed. Luitenant Hughes was hugging Ed furiously. "It's YOU! Ed! Oh my God! I thought...! We Thought! GAH!"
Ed looked a little more than confused, then smiled. "Luitenant... It's good to see you..." He had meant to sound happy, but his voice came out somewhat strangled. Hughes looked up. "Ed? Wha-
"Sorry Hughes! We have to go!" Al stood, and pulled Ed down the hallway. "Can't keep Mustang waiting!"
Ed let himself get dragged down the hallway, looking back over his shoulder at a waving Hughes.
Al knocked on a door once, then turned the knob and pushed. Ed expected something... different than what he saw.
"SURPRISE!"
What do you think happened? :O Only Kami-sama knows!