Typing this just after i finished chapter 4! congratulate me! And this time, i will use jap. cant stand writing without the jap aspect. and I will always be Ed's loving onee-san! kyaa! Will post some fanfart if i can. if not, oh wells. And this chapter is short. i admit to that. :D lazy mee. And mind my Scar image.. i don't think he really seems like Scar, but oh wells, im not Arakawa. XD And i also added some Naruto stuffies? XDXD
Disclaimer
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist in any part, Square Enix and Hiromu Arakawa do. T.T Have pity on me, people! -censored- those who kidnapped and brainwashed my little younger brother!
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Lunging toward the elder brother with cursed arm crackling with Alchemic energy, Scar then hissed, 'Begone, you State Alchemist filth!' as he plunged his arm into a stunned looking Edward,
Before it fell apart, being entirely constructed out of sand.
'A 1bunshin?' Scar growled, as he dodged a swift punch aimed at his shoulder. 'You may be quick and smart, Alchemist, but you can never beat the wrath of God!' The religion crazed man cried out, before Ed took two big leaps backwards and spun around, while Scar lunged out with his still alchemised arm into the empty space where Edward had just been standing on.
Standing on one of the huge branches of the Baobab tree, Ed could not help but smile at himself. How could that lumbering idiot actually hit him? After clapping his hands once, softly, Edward then pressed his hands onto the tree trunk, as flakes of the bark peeled themselves off the trunk, to form a replica of Edward, in looks, that is.
Jumping lightly off the branch, Ed then prepared to launch a series of attacks on Scar, eventually leading him to the tree, where if Scar managed to hit the bunshin, a trap will be activated, to trip Scar and make him fall off the tree, into the arms of Edward below. If it worked.
But then again, how many of Edward's plans actually failed? So far none. Except for Sloth. But that was different, Ed pushed away the thought, they were not going to fail because of Scar.
A couple of quick leaps, and Ed landed near Scar, before he pulled a monkey face at Scar and shouted,
'Bastard! Can you actually attack me? You don't even know where i am!'
And to Ed's pleasant suprise, a couple more of his bunshins appeared, and started advancing toward Scar. He promised to thank Al later.
With the help of his many bunshins, Ed then managed to lure a positively fuming Scar to the baobab tree. Many wild punches and sweeping kicks stirred the dust, but so far only 4 of his sand bunshins had been struck down, to Scar's fury.
'God curse you!' Scar yelled, and scaled the tree to the bark replica of Ed, which looked as though it was enjoying itself in the tree, staring into the open desert.
Ed smiled.
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Then screamed.
'Damn you fing bastard!' The boy howled in agony. Scar had somehow seen through his trap, and had suddenly attacked the most secluded 'bunshin', who had been Ed. Obviously he would hide the farthest; after all, why would he join his bunshins in the attack and suffer injuries? Scar growled, realising that he had only 'demolished' a thin layer of skin off the boy's right arm.
With blood starting to from small red blobs on his arm, the alchemist then dropped to a crouch, and hurriedly clapped his hands together; while still letting out a continuous stream of curses, before plunging both hands into Scar's face, forming an impermeable shield of sand around his face, without the exception of air too.
But Scar was at no loss. His cursed arm, which had been glowing all the while, had taken a firm hold of the young alchemists shoulder, and to Ed's horror, he had found himself immobile, as though somebody had clasped his hands and legs in metal shackles, and latched them to an invisible wall.
Both started writhing in pain, as each of their methods started working on the latter.
Ed's world faded till it went black.
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'Hello. Of late, you seem to love visiting me. Really often. Im so touched. Have you got it?'
'No.. no..' Ed whimpered. It had taken him enough trouble to gain back his brother's lost body, then his lost limbs, and now this.
The mirror image of him smiled back at him, all the features perfect, except for the face. That was the only imperfection to the otherwise perfect image of Edward.
The face, which instead of having the eyes and nose and mouth, was perfectly smooth, very much like an egg. In fact, It did look like an egg. Resting on top of Edwards shoulders and growing the same long hair, tied in the same braid.
'Another Philosopher's Stone would complete me. That was the deal. Do you have it?' The sultry, velvety voice carressed Edward, causing him to recoil at the touch.
The deal. Ed recalled. He had tricked 'himself' into thinking that after accepting the stones, his body would almost be perfect, and that the next time they met, he would have the final stone ready. Just so that he could return to this world, alive and kicking.
'DAMMIT!' Ed screamed, as his seemingly lifeless body suddenly started jerking erratically on the sand, as he stretched out both arms, with the intention to prop himself up, only to fall back to the ground, with both his arms giving out beneanth him.
'Dammit.' he huffed, as he ate dirt.
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'Nii-san!' Al screamed, as he ran toward the motionless form of his brother. Then the body jerked. Al sighed with relief. Why was he always the one who was worrying and caring, while his brother seemed not to spare a thought for him? Oh wells.
'A- arigatou, Al,' Ed said, as he saw his younger brother approach.
'Um, why?' the puzzled brother replied.
'The bunshins. Of me.' Ed said, as he gazed at the single cloud in the sky.
'Oh, those.' Al paused 'I had to make them sometime anyway. You were too busy fighting and all.. It dosent really matter.'
'And Al, i need you to help me do something.'
'Yes?'
'Help me drag Scar elsewhere. Hes not dead, just knocked out. And i don't want another fight.'
'Ah, okay!' The eager brother went, and dragged off the limp and heavy form of Scar. Obviously, Al was much stronger than he was. Ed then dragged himself to a sitting position, and slouched over his knees, brooding. Why did his mirror image actually let him off? Did he have an ulterior motive? The pale, seemingly white skin looked like it was grinning. But at who, what, why? Or was it actually grinning? Argh damn.
'Nii-san,' Al seemed slightly agitated. 'Nii-san, Scar was stirring. Let's make a move first, shall we?'
'Okay,' Ed heaved himself up, with the help of Al. With Al supproting him, the two brothers then headed back to the half-packed items, and after hurriedly stuffing them back onto/into the pack, set off, toward the berry patch.
1 Bunshin clone
Yes. Its a short chapter. AGAIN. Whats wrong with me? T.T And i planned it and all.. sighx. Please review!
Disclaimer
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist in any part, Square Enix and Hiromu Arakawa do. T.T Have pity on me, people! -censored- those who kidnapped and brainwashed my little younger brother!
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Lunging toward the elder brother with cursed arm crackling with Alchemic energy, Scar then hissed, 'Begone, you State Alchemist filth!' as he plunged his arm into a stunned looking Edward,
Before it fell apart, being entirely constructed out of sand.
'A 1bunshin?' Scar growled, as he dodged a swift punch aimed at his shoulder. 'You may be quick and smart, Alchemist, but you can never beat the wrath of God!' The religion crazed man cried out, before Ed took two big leaps backwards and spun around, while Scar lunged out with his still alchemised arm into the empty space where Edward had just been standing on.
Standing on one of the huge branches of the Baobab tree, Ed could not help but smile at himself. How could that lumbering idiot actually hit him? After clapping his hands once, softly, Edward then pressed his hands onto the tree trunk, as flakes of the bark peeled themselves off the trunk, to form a replica of Edward, in looks, that is.
Jumping lightly off the branch, Ed then prepared to launch a series of attacks on Scar, eventually leading him to the tree, where if Scar managed to hit the bunshin, a trap will be activated, to trip Scar and make him fall off the tree, into the arms of Edward below. If it worked.
But then again, how many of Edward's plans actually failed? So far none. Except for Sloth. But that was different, Ed pushed away the thought, they were not going to fail because of Scar.
A couple of quick leaps, and Ed landed near Scar, before he pulled a monkey face at Scar and shouted,
'Bastard! Can you actually attack me? You don't even know where i am!'
And to Ed's pleasant suprise, a couple more of his bunshins appeared, and started advancing toward Scar. He promised to thank Al later.
With the help of his many bunshins, Ed then managed to lure a positively fuming Scar to the baobab tree. Many wild punches and sweeping kicks stirred the dust, but so far only 4 of his sand bunshins had been struck down, to Scar's fury.
'God curse you!' Scar yelled, and scaled the tree to the bark replica of Ed, which looked as though it was enjoying itself in the tree, staring into the open desert.
Ed smiled.
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Then screamed.
'Damn you fing bastard!' The boy howled in agony. Scar had somehow seen through his trap, and had suddenly attacked the most secluded 'bunshin', who had been Ed. Obviously he would hide the farthest; after all, why would he join his bunshins in the attack and suffer injuries? Scar growled, realising that he had only 'demolished' a thin layer of skin off the boy's right arm.
With blood starting to from small red blobs on his arm, the alchemist then dropped to a crouch, and hurriedly clapped his hands together; while still letting out a continuous stream of curses, before plunging both hands into Scar's face, forming an impermeable shield of sand around his face, without the exception of air too.
But Scar was at no loss. His cursed arm, which had been glowing all the while, had taken a firm hold of the young alchemists shoulder, and to Ed's horror, he had found himself immobile, as though somebody had clasped his hands and legs in metal shackles, and latched them to an invisible wall.
Both started writhing in pain, as each of their methods started working on the latter.
Ed's world faded till it went black.
-
'Hello. Of late, you seem to love visiting me. Really often. Im so touched. Have you got it?'
'No.. no..' Ed whimpered. It had taken him enough trouble to gain back his brother's lost body, then his lost limbs, and now this.
The mirror image of him smiled back at him, all the features perfect, except for the face. That was the only imperfection to the otherwise perfect image of Edward.
The face, which instead of having the eyes and nose and mouth, was perfectly smooth, very much like an egg. In fact, It did look like an egg. Resting on top of Edwards shoulders and growing the same long hair, tied in the same braid.
'Another Philosopher's Stone would complete me. That was the deal. Do you have it?' The sultry, velvety voice carressed Edward, causing him to recoil at the touch.
The deal. Ed recalled. He had tricked 'himself' into thinking that after accepting the stones, his body would almost be perfect, and that the next time they met, he would have the final stone ready. Just so that he could return to this world, alive and kicking.
'DAMMIT!' Ed screamed, as his seemingly lifeless body suddenly started jerking erratically on the sand, as he stretched out both arms, with the intention to prop himself up, only to fall back to the ground, with both his arms giving out beneanth him.
'Dammit.' he huffed, as he ate dirt.
-
'Nii-san!' Al screamed, as he ran toward the motionless form of his brother. Then the body jerked. Al sighed with relief. Why was he always the one who was worrying and caring, while his brother seemed not to spare a thought for him? Oh wells.
'A- arigatou, Al,' Ed said, as he saw his younger brother approach.
'Um, why?' the puzzled brother replied.
'The bunshins. Of me.' Ed said, as he gazed at the single cloud in the sky.
'Oh, those.' Al paused 'I had to make them sometime anyway. You were too busy fighting and all.. It dosent really matter.'
'And Al, i need you to help me do something.'
'Yes?'
'Help me drag Scar elsewhere. Hes not dead, just knocked out. And i don't want another fight.'
'Ah, okay!' The eager brother went, and dragged off the limp and heavy form of Scar. Obviously, Al was much stronger than he was. Ed then dragged himself to a sitting position, and slouched over his knees, brooding. Why did his mirror image actually let him off? Did he have an ulterior motive? The pale, seemingly white skin looked like it was grinning. But at who, what, why? Or was it actually grinning? Argh damn.
'Nii-san,' Al seemed slightly agitated. 'Nii-san, Scar was stirring. Let's make a move first, shall we?'
'Okay,' Ed heaved himself up, with the help of Al. With Al supproting him, the two brothers then headed back to the half-packed items, and after hurriedly stuffing them back onto/into the pack, set off, toward the berry patch.
1 Bunshin clone
Yes. Its a short chapter. AGAIN. Whats wrong with me? T.T And i planned it and all.. sighx. Please review!