WARNING: This is YAOI. Hot, hot, hot guy on guy sex. (In later chapters, unfortunately)
Swearing is pretty much it for this chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own FMA Brotherhood, nor do I own Twilight. They belong to their respective owners. Don't sue me please; all in my possession is my laptop and a surplus of yaoi manga.
AN: The third chapter will be split into TWO parts. (Don't worry that doesn't make this chapter any shorter, word count is around 3,450, I just wanted to get this uploaded soon for you lovely readers. Oh, and I used a part of the anime from FMA Brotherhood in the beginning. I forget which one. ^^'
MEANINGS:
*** flashback/dream in this chapter
"talking"
'thinking'
Chapter Three Part One
"That person…Edward."
Taking in an amazed gasp, my eyes fill with awestruck wonder as I stare at the huge chimera before me.
"That person…Edward. That person, Edward. Big brother Ed." Realization hits me like a train and horror fills my frozen body. My eyes widen in disbelief. 'No.'
"Mr. Tucker, when did you first get your state certification?" My voice is soft, yet demanding, not containing the emotions I feel.
"Let's see…It was two years ago." He answers.
"And when did your wife leave you?" I ask in a harsher tone.
"…That was two years ago too."
Starting innocently I ask, "I just have one more question. Nina and Alexander, where are they!?"
Al's startled gasp is smothered by Tucker's frustrated voice. "Damn brat, figuring it out so quickly."
Furious, I lunge at him and push my right forearm to his throat, pinning him to the wall.
"Brother."
"Oh yeah I figured it out! You did it again!" White, hot, anger courses through my body as he struggles to get away. Ignoring him, I continue, "Two years ago it was your wife. This time you used your own daughter and her dog to transmute a talking chimera! You can only do so much with animals after all! It's much easier when you start with a human, isn't that RIGHT?!"
Tucker smiles sardonically and my chest heaves with furious breaths. "Ha, I don't see what you're so upset about, this is how we progress. Human experimentation is a necessary step. I would think a scientist would understand-"
"Shut up! Do you really think you could get away with this?!" I ask through clenched teeth. "Messing around with someone's life like that. Your own daughter!"
"Someone's life you say? Haha! You'd know all about that wouldn't you? Look at you Full Metal Alchemist. Look at your leg, your arm, your brother! Those things are also the result of messing around with somebody's life aren't they?"
"SHUT UP!" I swing my right gloved fist at him, striking him in the face, knocking that smirk and his glasses off him.
"Ha, ha, ha, we are the same. We're the same, you're just like me!"
Panicking I yell at him, "We're not!"
"Oh but yes we are. The opportunity was right in front of us and we took it. We had to even though it was against the rules."
"NO!" Bringing my fist back once more. "Not me!" I punch him again, and again, punctuating every word with a hard hit. "Alchemists don't do that!" Blood splatters on my face but I ignore it. Punching him once more I say in a desperate tone, "I'm not. I'm NO-"
Screaming, I bolt forward, my right fist clenched tightly by my side ready to deliver another sickening blow. But my wide frightened eyes find only mute white walls, not an insane alchemist.
Releasing a shuddering breath, my head throbs with sharp pain and I place my head in my hands. Groaning when something cool chills my fevered skin. 'Wait, cool?' My eyes widening in alarm, I release my head and stare down at my mismatched hands, and a beeping noise beside me speeds up.
My right, shiny, silver automail hand reflects back at me. Glancing at my normal left one, an IV is buried innocently in my skin. "Couldn't even do anything to save one little girl." I whisper.
"Ah, so you're finally awake. You're heart monitor started going crazy so I came to see if you were alright." Gasping, I turn my head to the left, unaware of the other person until just now. A handsome man dressed in a white doctor's coat, black dress pants, black shiny shoes, a light blue button up shirt and tie stands a few feet away from the uncomfortable bed I'm sitting up in. His skin is paper white pale, and his hair is a shiny straw yellow color. His smile is genuine and concern fills his honey colored eyes. 'Honey colored eyes? Great, another one.'
"Let me guess. I'm in the hospital?" I state in a rough voice, clearing my throat and wishing for a glass of water. My golden eyes are narrowed at him, yet he continues smiling.
"That is correct. You had a bit of an accident in P.E. and were struck in the back of the head with a volleyball." 'Well that explains the damn headache.'
"Fucking Mike." I mumble, looking away from the doctor. Lifting my right ungloved hand, I brush back golden strands from my face, annoyed my braid has been taken out, letting my just past shoulder length hair fall wherever it pleases.
"My name is Doctor Cullen and if you don't mind me saying, those are some interesting limbs you've got." Raising an eyebrow, I glance at his curious expression and scoff. Shoving the clingy light blue blanket off of me, my normal and automail legs are revealed.
"Courtesy of my ignorance." I whisper bitterly, hoping he doesn't hear.
The heart monitor beeps in the short silence and I sigh, lifting my right automail arm up and place my cold forearm on my right raised knee. "I'm guessing my little brother is in the waiting room?"
He smiles once more and agrees, "Yes, Alphonse is anxiously waiting. Though he is quiet I can tell he is really worried."
Smirking, I add, "I'm sure he is. He always has been the one to worry most out of the both of us. So Doc, can I leave now?"
"Hm, well I suppose so. Your vitals are all perfectly fine and you appear to be healthy. But, you've got to start taking care of yourself Edward." Scowling, I look away from the blonde, narrowing my eyes at the ugly mute white walls.
"When you were brought here earlier today you were far too pale." 'Look who's talking.' I think with an eye roll.
He continues in a serious voice, "You were also dehydrated and the hit to the back of the head gave you a minor concussion. Nothing too serious since you're young but you may experience headaches, dizziness, nausea, and blurred vision."
"Great." I state sarcastically. 'As if my pain level lately wasn't bad enough.'
Chuckling, he continues, "Before you go, I've prescribed some pain medication you can pick up at the pharmacy. Your clothes are on the chair beside you. After you've dressed, you can leave. Let me just remove your IV." With a practiced move, Dr. Cullen removes the IV from my hand and I hiss as it leaves my skin.
"I will leave the slip that you need to take to the pharmacist with you." Reaching my normal arm out to take the slip, my fingers skim Dr. Cullen's and I gasp. Freezing cold. People aren't supposed to be that cold.
Looking up, he's already turned away heading towards the door, but before he leaves he calls out, "Take care of yourself Edward." The door closes behind him and I set the slip on the table to the right of me.
"Hmm, weird."
Looking down at the white hospital gown I'm dressed in I grimace. When did they change my clothes anyway? Shuddering at the thought of being undressed by a totally stranger, I brush back my hair once more.
Swinging my legs off the left side of the uncomfortable bed, I land on the chilled tile floor, grasping the bed when I stumble. I quickly take off the hideous hospital gown and am relieved to see my black boxers are still where they should be. The gown lands on the tile floor and I reach for the pile of clothes set on the green arm chair next to me against the wall.
I change in a hurry, anxious to be with Al again. Finally pulling on my crimson coat and slipping on my black and red boots, I leave my hair down, seeing as the hair tie that kept it in place is gone.
Glancing out the small window next to the green arm chair, I'm relieved to see the rain has finally stopped. If only for a while. I make pick up the slip on the bed and stuff it in my left leather pocket and pull on my white gloves.
I grasp the shiny door handle, open the plain door, and enter a quiet hall way joined with a reception desk. A nurse filing paperwork stands behind the desk, paying me no mind as I walk past her to another plain door which I assume leads to the waiting room.
Preparing for another rant from Al about taking care of myself I open the door, and sure enough, Al sits in one of the many dark blue chairs with a concerned expression on his face. Smiling, I shove my gloved hands into my leather pant pockets, mindful of the slip and walk over to Al.
Looking up he stands abruptly, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Brother! Are you alright? I was teacher aiding in the library when I got called down to the office and they told me you got hurt in P.E. I wasn't allowed to ride in the ambulance with you so I drove here. I was so scared!"
"I'm alright Al. You worry too much." I tell him. His golden brown eyes search my face before he drops his arms and looks down.
"I know. But I can't help it." Sighing, I smile and pull him into a hug. Shocked, he doesn't move at first but he wraps his arms around my shoulders, squeezing for a brief moment. Releasing him I reassure him, "Really. I'm perfectly fine."
He smiles and a rumbling noise fills the quiet waiting room. Al laughs, and I blush. "Shut up Al, I skipped lunch remember."
Still laughing, he says, "Oh yeah, when I got called down to the office Mike was also there along with Alice and Jasper's brother Edward Cullen." 'So the doctor is related to them.'
"Yeah, Edward's in my P.E. class. I wonder why he was there though?" I ask, my golden eyes scanning the waiting room. Only an elderly lady and a teen playing a video game occupy the room besides Al and I.
"He uh, don't get mad okay?" Al looks flustered and his eyes leave my face, looking for a distraction. Crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him I cautiously say, "Alright, I won't get mad."
"He carried you to the front office?" Al ends with a question, wary of my response. Tensing, I narrow my eyes and will away the annoyance that rises. "Well, Brother, you passed out when the volleyball hit you in the head and he volunteered. Don't be mad at him. Please Brother?"
I sigh and uncross my arms. "Fine Al. It's been quite a day and I—Wait you said Mike was also there?"
Hesitating he continues, "Um, yes. He wouldn't shut up and kept apologizing. He even wanted to ride along in the ambulance."
This time I my anger escapes and I shout, "Gah! Fucking Mike, how annoying can he get!? I told him to leave me alone and even after I yell at him he doesn't get the damn message!"
"Brother! Please keep your voice down." Al tells me in a hushed voice. I hmpf and roll my eyes.
"Oh and here is a hair tie. I thought they would take yours out to look at the back of your head so I got one I thought to take from home." Taking the see through hair tie from his outstretched hand I pull my golden strands into a low ponytail, wincing when my fingers graze a huge sore bump at the center of back of my head.
"Oww." I whine when a dull throb spreads from the bump throughout my skull. Al chuckles and I place my gloved hands back in my pockets.
"Alright Al, I'm starving and we need to pick up my pain medication from the pharmacy." We start walking toward the main sliding doors.
"Okay, we also need to pick up some groceries." I only half-listen to Al and we're almost to the doors when I see a flash of movement from the corner of my right eye. Stopping I turn my head towards the flash, and furrow my eyebrows when I see nothing. 'What the-?"
"Brother? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Turning back towards the door, I ignore the sudden feeling of being watched and pass through the doors as they slide open, leading into the parking lot.
"I'm glad the rain stopped." Al says. Humming in agreement, I look up at the cloud covered sky. The clouds range from white to grey, the colors mixing every now and then. Though it's not raining, the clouds look like they could produce it at any moment. "What time is it Al?"
He flips his wrist over and glances at his watch. "Oh it's just after six. You were sleeping for a long time." We reach our shiny black car and he unlocks the car, and we get in. Seeing my black shoulder bag is in the back seat I fasten my seat belt and Al starts the car. Backing out of the parking space he continues, "You haven't been sleeping and it concerns me Brother."
"You know I can't afford to rest Al. I've got to figure out a way back. For you." I inform him, watching the passing cars as we head towards the local grocery store.
"For us." He corrects me.
"For us." I whisper.
- (AN: You don't know how tempted I was to end the chapter here.) -
The rest of the ride is silent except for the sound of passing cars. We arrive at the grocery store and Al parks in between an empty space and a minivan. Unbuckling my seatbelt I open the car door, step out and take off my crimson coat, leaving me in my black tank top and black jacket. Laying my crimson coat on the car seat, I slam the door shut and lift my arms above my head, and stretch. Groaning, I say, "Ah, damn that feels good."
Letting my arms falls back to my sides, I am beyond relieved to feel the ache in my ports almost nonexistent. I guess sleeping helped. Plus the rain stopping probably is a factor as well.
"You seem to be feeling a lot better." Al states as we walk to the entrance of the store, greeted by automatic sliding doors yet again. The grocery store is small, with about ten aisles and a few check outs. To the left side of the store is the pharmacy and we walk in that direction, my boots squeaking with every step.
Pulling out the slip, I hand it to Al and tell him, "Yeah, I guess I do. Though being hit in the head with a volleyball by Annoying Mike sucked, getting all that sleep really helped."
He hands the slip over to the pharmacist and gives the woman all the necessary information. "Alright boys, it will about fifteen minutes before its ready. You can pick it up then."
"Thank you Ma'am." We both say in sync. "Oh it's no problem dearies!"
Yawning, we head to the fruit section. "Hmm, what are we going to have for dinner tonight Al?"
Passing a little girl and her mother, Al grabs a small hand basket and picks up some strawberries that are on display. "I was thinking some type of roast. It might take a while so you should eat something small now."
Al hands me the package of strawberries and I gladly take them. Opening the lid, I take a big one and take a bite. My stomach growls in appreciation and I eat a few more as Al picks up pears, apples and bananas. Throwing the leaves from the eaten strawberries in a small trashcan, I close the lid, placing the package back in the red hand basket Al is holding.
"Okay Brother, all we have left to pick up is some vegetables, bread and milk." Al informs me and I grimace.
"Milk? Why the hell do we need milk? That stuff is disgusting. You know I hate it."
"I know, but I need it to make soup tomorrow night. I've finally mastered Pinako's recipe and I would like you to try it."
Pausing for a second, Al picks up some vegetables and places them in the red basket on his left arm. He turns to face me and a sad expression is placed on his innocent face. "I miss them Brother." His tone is soft and I lower my head, jaw clenched.
"I know Al. Me too." Sorrow sweeps through me before a wave of determination fills my body and I raise my head up, looking into his golden brown eyes. "I will find a way back. Even if it takes me giving up another limb, or anything else."
"Brother, be careful. You shouldn't have to make any more sacrifices; you've already given up so much." Al's eyes bore into mine and my shoulders slump.
"I should be telling you that." Sighing, I continue as we walk towards the dairy section, "I'm going to be up all night again. So be sure to buy some more coffee as well." Al grabs a gallon of disgusting milk and sets it in the basket. We walk into the bread aisle, and he picks a loaf of bread and puts it in the basket.
Heading to where the instant coffee is, Al browses the many choices. "You shouldn't be staying up so much; it's not good for you." He picks one and tosses it to me, since the basket is too full.
"Yeah, yeah." I grumble, glancing at the can of ground coffee beans, glad that the label states it's extra strong. I'm going to need it.
We get into a checkout line with thankfully, only one person in front of us. Though they have enough stuff to feed an army. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the throb from the bump on my head spikes a little and spreads to the sides of my skull.
Sensing my pain and frustration, Al places the red basket on the black conveyer belt and turns back towards me. "You're pain medication should be ready. It's all paid for and I doubt the elderly lady will forget someone like you. Go and get it and by the time you get back I should be done and waiting for you Brother."
Rolling my eyes, I place the can of ground extra strong coffee on the conveyer belt and turn on my heel muttering, "Someone like me? What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Hearing Al's quiet laughter I walk a little faster toward the pharmacy with a scowl on my face.
When I reach the counter, the old woman is waiting with a small red and white bag. "Here you go dear." Taking the bag, I mumble thanks and open it, taking out a yellow translucent bottle with dozens of small white pills inside. Twisting the white cap, (which proves to be a little difficult due to my gloved hands) I take two and throw them in my mouth, swallowing them and grimacing at the awkward taste. Twisting the lid shut, I place it back in the bag and look towards my left, tensing for a brief moment before ducking behind a display for soap.
There, only about ten feet away from the pharmacy stands the one and only Annoying Mike Newton. 'Shit.' I definitely do not want him to see me. He's done more than enough as it is. "Mike Newton, more like Mike Nuisance." I grumble.
"Haha! That does seem to fit." Jumping, I spin around, coming face to face with someone who could rival Major Armstrong. And that's a terrifying thought.
END CHAPTER THREE
AN: This chapter was actually very easy for me to write, which is very surprising. Please let me know what you think(and if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes) and the second part of the third chapter will be out soon!
