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Changing colors

Edward awoke quickly from sleep that night, his eyes bleary and his head hurting. Trying to get out of bed, he groaned, his feet didn't even get to touch the floor before he heard his younger sibling.

"Brother?" Al's voice rang out from the corner, the red glow emitting from his eyes bright. "Where are you going?"

You know what Al? Sometimes I wish you had died back then.

"For god sake, Al, im only going to the bathroom!" Edward snapped, feeling as though his auto-mail weighed a ton more heavier than it did before. "Stop trying to pry into my personal life!" Slamming the bathroom door behind him, he braced himself against the wall, his breathing heavy. He looked down at his left hand, which was shaking a bit. He'd been like this for a while now, randomly snapping and shouting at people for no apparent reason. And after that, he always felt like he wanted to hurt something.

Someone.

Anything.

"For god sake!" He yelled, punching the tiles with an auto-mail fist. "Why is this happening!" He punched it again, continuing this until the tiles surrounding him where nothing but powder.

"Brother! What are you doing!" Al screamed from behind the door.

Then my life wouldn't be so broken.

"Piss off, Al, I don't need you around right now!" He hissed, switching his hands so he was punching the wall with his real hand now. Before even realising what was happening, he could feel the blood dribbling rapidly down his arm, its hot surface awaking him from his rage.

"That's it, brother, im coming in!" Al yelled, literally breaking the door in half by sheer force. He was shocked by what he saw.

His brothers hand was covered in crimson, bone splintering out of his skin where he had punched the wall repeatedly. Blood still flowed around his fingers, dripping onto the floor below. Most of the tiles on the wall were destroyed.

I disserved it.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? You shout at me, you destroy the bathroom, you hurt yourself, what's going on?" Al shrieked, running over to a cupboard that contained bandages. No answer was heard.

"Brother, talk to me!" Al said, spinning around and eying his tired and hurt looking brother.

"You know I love you, right, Al?" He whispered, eyes lowering to the floor. "You know I'd kill myself if you were gone, right?"

"Brother?"

"Well, you know, I might as well kill myself, because your not here really, your just some memories I made and put into a suit of armour that somehow walks around."

"What are you saying, brother?" Al whimpered, taking a step back. "What do you mean?"

"Well, im saying you should just leave me alone, your making my life worse, pretending to be my family when your not." Edward said in a deathly quiet tone, tears springing to his eyes again. "Now go." He finished, pointing towards the door.

"…Im going to get you some help, Edward." Al hissed, much unlike himself, before walking out of the door and breaking into a run mid-stride.

Edward growled suddenly, stalking out of the room and sitting on the bed, injured hand still not covered. It hurt, but a least his headache was starting to go. Standing once more, he went to the front door, peaking slowly around the corner.

"Al? Where are you?" There was no sound in the corridor. Panic came again.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!" He yelled, not caring about his clothes or the fact he was in his pyjamas. "Al! Alphonse!" He screamed, running out of the hotel and into the street.

What if he doesn't come back this time…

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"Alphonse, calm down!" Roy mustang shushed, trying to get the armour to stop hyperventilating (if he could do that). "So Edward said he wanted you to go away? Well, after what he did to me yesterday, he doesn't deserve my help."

"Colonel, please!" Al begged. "I don't want him to hurt himself!"

"Alphonse, its 3'o clock in the morning, pitch dark, im not even dressed, you somehow found out where I live, and I have to be up in 2 hours to go to work-" Roy sulked, but then stopped as he noticed the pleading look in Al's eyes. "Fine, but this better be serious." He sighed, putting on some shoes.

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Of course it was Al! That's my brother! Edward mentally screeched, unconsciously running towards Central HQ. My head hurts again….

Bang!

There's that feeling again.

"Whoops, sorry young man!" And old lady sat on the floor with Edward after he collided with her. "I didn't mean to walk into you like that-"

"What kind of dumbass, fucked-up bitch are you? Its early in the morning; so why are you even outside!" Edward spat, his eyes following the piece of string attached to the woman's hand, that had a little Yorkshire terrier puppy attached to it, who was barking at him. "Shut the fuck-up!" Edward snarled, whacking it in the head with him auto mail. The lead snapped through sheer force, sending the dog flying somewhere into the darkness, a pitiful yowl escaping its throat.

"Corky!" The woman cried, limping after it with her walking stick as fast as she could. The dog wasn't moving anymore.

"Serves it right. Nothing messes with the full metal alchemist!" He laughed, getting up quickly, his golden eyes flashing.

"Getting a bit of a big head, aren't we?" A low voice stated, accompanied by colonel mustang, a smirk on his face. "Its ok, Alphonse, I found him!" Slowly, the pair on onyx eyes made there way over to the crying old woman, who was positioned by a lump on the floor.

"Corky's dead! She's dead!" The woman howled, Roy's face going blank. He ran over to her, carefully picking the fluffy puppy up, and inspecting the bloodied dent in its head.

"Full metal, did you-"

"I-I don't know."

"But, you're the only one here-"

"I know, but it w-wasn't my fault!"

Yeah, it was.

"Brother! How could you! It was just a puppy! And you killed it!" Al screamed towering over Edward.

"I don't know, ok! I get these headaches, and I cant think properly, and I hurt stuff, and-"

"Full metal, this is no joke. You are to come and see me tomorrow in my office. Alphonse will be staying with me for a little while, since you are to unstable to be with right now." He said, darkly, before returning to the crying woman. "Madam, please take your dog to the military police station. Don't worry, he wont get away with it. I will be there shortly to help you." The woman didn't say anything, but got up, taking her dog with her, tears streaming down her face until she disappeared from view.

Im sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you or your dog. I bet she was like family to you, right? All you had left to care about in the world, hmm? I know how it feels. I've been there before.

"Edward, go home and think about what has happened tonight. Someone will be waiting to see you about your problem tomorrow." And with that, Roy disappeared into the shadows, Telling Al to follow him.

"No, wait, Al, don't leave me!"

"Brother, do you really love me?"

"Yes, Al, I do! You're my brother, how could I not?"

"Then, brother, if you really love me, you'll leave me alone for a little while. I need to think." Al shuddered, turning around, and following the disappearing shadow of Roy, head held low.

"But Al! Wait!" Edward called, after him. Al kept walking, not giving the slightest indication that he heard.

"I can change! Its not my fault!"

Al kept walking.

"…But…I thought you'd always be there for me…"

Al isn't stopping.

"…So it turns out, dear brother, your not. So, tell me this," He whispered to himself, rain starting to fall from the still black sky. "Who can I have to love now that your gone?"

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"Nice PJ's, sir." The receptionist at the police station teased.

"Ha-ha, very funny." Roy fumed, fingers taping on the desk. "Did a woman and a dog come here?"

"No, not that ive seen."

"But I told her to come here!" Roy said desperately.

"Should I report whatever crime has happened, sir?"

"No, don't worry about it. She will do it in her own time." Roy sighed, looking over at Al, who looked a bit dejected. "Come on, were leaving."

"Ok, sir." Al said, getting up to follow the colonel once more to his house. "Don't you think Brother is going to be ok?"

"Im not sure, Al. Im sorry, I cant help your brother like this." Roy said sadly, a light bulb suddenly clicking on in his head. "Hey, Alphonse, can you tell me what happened on Wednesday, the week when you were on a mission?"

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He returned later to his blood covered bed, hand still aching, bones still showing.

I know now. No one was meant to love me.

He placed his head on his pillow, and glanced over to the bed Al was sleeping in. Sighing, he got out of his bed, and clambered into Al's, taking in the metallic scent of his brother.

I wonder who would miss me if I die.

He pulled the covers closer to his huddled frame.

No-one would.

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Wahoo, chapter two is finished! OO OMG, Ed's suicidal! Thank you to every one who reviewed my last chapter, I love Ed angst too! It kind of makes me laugh evilly and cry at the same time…Any how, comments are welcome!