A/N- Yay! One of those stories I honestly didn't think I would feel like writing! But much to my suprise, it went perfect! Please Read and Review!
Disclaimer- I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, but if I did, every episode would have Roy Mustang in it! Roy and Ed fluff all the way! Same with the Envy and Pride fluff... Where do they come up with these great pairings?
Chapter 1- Violence... Is it the answer?
It was dark, pitch black, with only the small light illuminating from underneath the bedroom door to let the younger Elric, who was supposed to be asleep, know that someone, or something, inhabited the area aside from him. Edward was apparently in there. In fact, Ed was always in there, though Al had no idea what he did. Now that Alphonse was only ten again, he did have a habit of being afraid of the dark... Just a little.
Within the small bathroom, heavy breathing ensued just before the clatter of something metallic and sharp hit the floor, something stained with a substance everyone insane would know so much about. Ed was one of these insane people, and he knew a great deal on the matter of losing blood at a fast rate many times during the week. It was a suprise he hadn't fallen over from blood loss yet.
Why did he have such a bad cutting addiction? What was fueling this hate inside of him? Well, take a look, just a little deeper than the stress the Fullmetal Alchemist ever actually let show through...
The light at the end of the tunnel had grown dim, as far as Edward was concerned, and he didn't believe it would ever brighten again. His only hopes of that ever happening had dissapeared when Al turned back to a ten year old. Many would think this would've made him extremely happy, but it didn't. You see, Edward still had his automail intact, and he didn't like that idea. Not at all.
He'd turned greedy over the years. He wanted more than anything to be normal himself again, and looking at Al just made him all the more envious and angry at the world.
Some nights, he'd walk out of the bathroom after having cleaned the blood off the knife, plotting some way to 'accidentally' have something happen to his younger brother that could cause serious injury, and/or death. It was a vicious cycle, but it progressed. Every. Single. Night.
Within the progression, it was steadily getting worse. He hoped no one would ever discover the abnormally large amount of cuts lining his arm all the way down to his elbow. Ed hadn't forced himself to cut the wrist yet. The situation hadn't gotten quite bad enough to resort to that, and Edward wasn't sure death was the answer. Violence, for the moment, seemed to be.
Tonight, he knew something was up as he sat on the bathroom floor, kneeling against the sink and holding a cloth to his slightly bleeding upper arm. Great, now he'd need to throw another piece of laundry away. What would Winry think was happening to all of these things?
Edward really didn't care. This was what he needed to do, and he was sure of it.
But as he walked out of the bathroom, after cleaning up a little, he could sense his brother was still up, about to have one of those whiney fits. Why was Al so frightened of the dark all the sudden? It was almost as though he'd seen a ghost. Well, Ed certainly couldn't have anyone find out about his almost suicidal means, especially not his brother. That would be the worst yet. So what would he do about the situation? Perhaps it could wait until tomorrow.
A/N- So, was that a good start? I'm hoping so! Some random pairing will emerge from this, depending on how I decide to go about it. Give me your thoughts and reviews, please!