Hohenheim's Mistake 2
Sighing, Hohenheim gazed down at the prone, unconscious form of his eldest son. Nearby, there lay a small pile of red stones, wet with saliva, mixed with stomach contents. He had forced William to reject all of the stones in his body, causing him to pass out toward the end from being deprived of their power. Hohenheim gently moved hair out of William's face, studying his son's chosen form in no small amount of sadness. He had seemly done everything opposite of what his natural looks should have been, pale skin instead of tan, dark hair instead of blonde, and a slender, androgynous body as compared to what should have been a broad shouldered, muscular young man. He had no foreseeable plans to kill William, his guilt, his lingering love, would not allow him to do so. However, he had a greater amount of love towards his new wife and children, which outweighed his guilt about William leading him to the next best thing he could do without killing William, incapacitating him. Despite this still being to protect his family, he felt incredibility guilty about doing this but, wasn't going to reverse it and give back his stones. He knew that's he'd most likely go back to Dante and inform her of his location and family. The results of that would be much worse than what he had already done. William, by his own hand for a second time, was going to be sickly, bedridden unable to much of anything without assistance, but it was the price he would pay for his family's safety and perhaps, redemption in William's eyes. Hohenheim gently gathered up the unconscious homunculus in his arms, his body cold, seemingly lifeless. The tooth, a baby one, the first one that William ever lost, hung around his neck, a small little charm that still held great power. He still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with William, what he really could do, but there would be no going back from this now. He also, did not want to abandon William again, defenseless, weak, like he did the first time. Hohenheim shifted his grip on William, one arm under his legs and the other holding onto his waist, William's head pressed up against his chest, his breathing labored.
Hohenheim walked back inside his house, taking heed to be quiet so he wouldn't wake up the rest of the family, if they weren't already, which he hoped that was not the case. Hohenheim took William to his private office in the basement, it had shelves full books on various subjects, tables stacked with various compounds and random items. He was going to keep his eldest son here for the time being. He didn't even allow Trisha in here, much less the boys. He knew that Trisha wouldn't be coming in here anytime soon and would alchemize the locks against the boys. He sat William on the floor, gently, and began to transmute the floor into a bed. It rose up around Envy, surrounding him. The sides of the bed, rose up about a foot over where Envy lay, leaving him in the middle of an almost basket shaped bed. "I'm so sorry William…." Hohenheiem whispered and dropped his coat on top of him before leaving the locked basement and checking on the boys. Once he was done with that, he rejoined Trisha back in their room, still thankfully asleep. He had to think of a story to tell her in the morning.
Envy let out weak groan, feeling like he had been run over by a truck driven by a rage filled Dante. "Ack….hnnn…." was all he got put, attempting to speak. Not only did he feel like he had been run over, his throat felt like he had been chugging rocks and alcohol. Wait…He had in sudden realization, he had in way been chugging rocks, or actually upchucking red stones which brought back memories of Hohenheim. His face turned into a scowl as he remembered and tried to sit up. He found, that he could not. Envy began to panic internally. He tried to focus one moving just his arm, now noticing the coat he was under. It felt like he was trying to lift twelve full Gluttonys. It wasn't going much of anywhere. He only got his arm to raise his arm an inch off the bed he was laying before dropping it back down, gasping for air. He felt like he was going to pass out from now, exhaustion. What had Hohenheim done to him? He growled at the coat, knowing it had to be his. The stupid man had probably sprinkled some of his ashes on it right?! There was no possible way he could be this weak! Even without his stones, this shouldn't be possible. His eyes darted around, but all he could see where the walls of the bed and the ceiling. He wasn't going to go out like this! He tried to move again, having even worse luck than before and black spots dancing in front of his eyes. Dante was going to be super mad at him, if he ever got out of here. Then, it hit him, he didn't know how long he had been gone, and he hadn't told master that he was leaving. She was going to think he betrayed her by running away and if for some chance he managed to get back after a long period of time, she's think it was only for the red stones and punish him for it. Truth darn it, why the heck did he think it was a good idea to come out here and try to get revenge on the greatest alchemist alone? Whatever happened next, he hoped it wouldn't involve his wellbeing diminishing. The sound a door unlocking was heard.
Please no flames, this is my first fanfic. Helpful criticism invited though. Thank you to all who read my story
