WOoT!
Hey, I finally remembered that scar was supposed to die in Leor saving Al (a little spoiler right there), but he did not. As you can so blatantly tell in my story.
Sorry for the late update, and I hope you like this chapter.
------------------------------------------
Finally, after three hours….. Ed arrived at the last stop before Diablo. Where they'd spend the night.. "a city of despicable barbarians."
Ed glanced sideways to a soldier. "shut up." the soldier glared at Ed. "shut up short ass." Ed nearly jumped and pulverized the soldier. "don't call me short." the boy/man smirked. "your tiny. Only 5'2?" Ed growled. "I'm 5'6 for your information." (I don't know…. Let's just guess…)
"anyways, I'm of a higher rank then some nameless soldier like you." the boy seemed to inflate with hot air. "at least I'm taller!" Ed placed his hands behind his head. The stone tapped his chest as he hopped down to the cement platform.
"at least I'm better looking." Ed smirked up at the soldier before he started down the street towards the nearest inn….
---------------------
"Alphonse! Where are you Alphonse!"
Al glanced up at Winery. "get Pinako! I'll handle these creatures here." Winry nodded and hurried to the bedroom to gather up her grandmother.
Glancing back, Al took some chalk and made a quick alchemic circle. Focusing, he forced in his power and brought up a spear from the steel table. (work table…) slicing through a disfigured body, Al jumped back to start killing all oncoming chimeras.
Several claws cut into Al's body. But nothing life threatening. "where… are all these monsters coming from? "
Al cleaned away all the demonic creations before he moved outside to clear a path. The field next to the house was on fire, sending plumes of black smoke up into the sky. "come on Winry!" Al cleanly sliced through matted fur.
"okay! We're right behind you Al!" Al nodded and started forward.
"why are they attacking here! What have we done wrong?" Al shook his head. "I don't know, but we'll find out Winry."
------------------------------------------
"meh… I'm so bo-red."
Ed sat up on his bed and sighed. "I wonder how Al's holding out with that psycho wrench wielding blond."
A vivid image of Winry popped into his mind, screaming her head off.
Ed sweat dropped and shook his head to dispel the image. He sighed and looked around. "I need some fresh air." Ed didn't even bother with pulling his normal jacket on over his black sleeveless top.
Shoving his feet into his boots, Ed forced his loose wavy hair into a ponytail.
Opening the window, Ed looked around and saw that the coast was clear. He leaned back them forced himself through the rather small window.
Only to crash onto the ground with nothing to grab a hold of. "ow…" shaking his head, Ed stood up and dusted himself off. "god, I can't even escape without hitting the ground." sighing with the self mockery, Ed started down the alleyway with the intent of forgetting his current predicament.
The streets were dusty with the dry heat of the desert. The night seemed especially somber in the empty streets, a few lamps were lit. "this isn't that much of an adventure."
Sticking his hands in his pockets, Ed walked down the road towards somewhere.
He didn't care where, just away from the nearest reminder of what he was forced to do. "hey pretty little thing."
Ed looked up from his musings and saw that he happened to be surrounded. "what."
"aren't you a pretty blond?"
Ed growled, and within a few minutes… knocked everyone out. "I'm not some little whore thank you."
Walking off with his hands jammed into his pockets, Ed came to a slightly busy part of town. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure no one was following him. "I wonder how the dorky looking taller soldier was doing from earlier. "hope he doesn't decide to call some soldiers up when he notices I'm not there."
"you should look ahead and not over your shoulder Fullmetal."
Ed glared at the figure before him. Just like in Leor mere months ago, Scar wore his tanned and green robes to fit in with the fakely peaceful town. It wasn't another Ishbal, or Leor. But Ishbalens were seen roving around…. Abate a bit warily.
"you shouldn't be here Fullmetal."
Ed jammed his hands into his pockets and brushed past Scar. He kept his eyes straight forward so Scar couldn't look into them. "your running away from something Fullmetal. How cowardly."
Ed didn't even discourage the slather Scar spoke. "I may be cowardly Scar. But in the end, was I ever truly brave?"
Ed looked over his shoulder at Scar and dared the rogue Ishbalen to speak.
Seeing no answer, Ed wandered off towards the bridge where a small river flowed sluggishly beneath. It was in the lesser part of town amazingly. He noted though, that Scar followed him silently. When he reached the bridge and leaned against the wooden railing, he turned to look over at Scar who was standing with his arms crossed.
"what brought this on Edward Elric?" Ed shifted to stare down at the river with his chin resting on both fleshy arms. However, Ed slowly straightened out his newly made flesh arm and stared at the stretched out fingers.
"isn't this hand amazing Scar?"
Ed spoke in a low tone that could have been downright breathy. Only, he was to focused on his hand to see what Scar's expression was. "I don't know how long it's been that I've first dreamt of retrieving my arm and leg…. Al's body."
"but now that I have it, I don't see what's so great about it."
Ed fisted his hand and didn't wince as his nails dug into his palm.
"perhaps it's the thought of when you don't have something, you miss it. But when you get what you want….. You realize it's not so great after all."
Ed laughed cynically before he let his arm flop over the edge and dangle towards the river below.
When Ed didn't hear any response from Scar so he sighed and spoke again.
"Scar…. Scar!"
Ed saw that Scar was staring at his arm with narrowed eyes. "that's not your original arm Fullmetal." Ed studied his arm again and was silently thankful for not wearing his coat. he loved seeing it, without any scars and no line where the arm had connected to his shoulder.
"I suppose not. Wrath held my original. However, I believe that, that arm was destroyed when he was liquefied."
Shaking his head after thinking for an extra minute, Ed straightened and turned to face Scar. The man was still standing here he first stood.
Crimson eyes stared into Ed's.
"do you think that this arm… this leg too. That they are disgusting?"
Scar seemed deep in thought for a few minutes. "they aren't natural. Alchemically made, everything alchemically made…" Ed waved his hand. "yeah, I know. Anything alchemically made goes against Ishbalha- your god or whatever. Therefore, doesn't deserve to be in existence."
Scar snarled and slammed his hand onto the railing next to Ed. Surprising the blond enough that he jumped like some cat.
"never speak so lightly of Ishbalha Edward. You have no idea how significant that god is to any Ishbalen."
Ed's eyes were wide and he leaned backwards as if trying to shy away from Scar's wrath. The exact thing he was trying to do. Scar's face twisted and the wood cracked under his hand.
Realizing what he was doing, Scar stepped back and tried to cool himself by silently and inconspicuously taking deep breaths. "Ishbalha is what every one of my people live by, grow up by. You speak of him so lightly, I doubt you understand just what our god is to us."
Ed glared up at Scar, having to crane his neck. "I know exactly what-"
Scar slammed his fist into Ed's jaw then. Making the blond stumble back until he hit the railing, and it barely held his weight.
"your ill witted and you have no clue to how deep you in this. Nor how serious." Scar started in on Ed. Clearing away any of his past thoughts and shoving in new thoughts and points about the position everyone was in.
Ed's eyes widened slightly as he listened to what Scar said. He spoke in a low voice, but he was definitely angry. Ed realized it wasn't at himself, but anger pent up from doing nothing.
"your new Fuhrer wishes to cause another war. Not even that Fullmetal, he wants to kill any and all Ishbalens in hopes of purging this world of 'blood eyed filth'. because Ishbalens don't live by, nor accept alchemy." Scar sneered at Ed. "and he hopes that you will do it for him. You're a pawn in this never ending war Fullmetal."
"no…."
Scar trailed off.
"I'm not a pawn! Ed's eyes were wide with disgust and terror at himself.
"you hold the philosophers stone. You hold the will of making life and death. That devil Daemon realizes this and wishes to use you to full capacity."
Ed blinked and paled. "I don't want to be a pawn for him! I knew it all along, but I hate to accept it. What you don't realize…" Ed stepped forward. His disgust turned to rage. He knew in the back of his mind that he wasn't angry at Scar. But damn it! He was furious.
"and what can I do to stop this type of thing. I'm a single State Alchemist that has absolutely no real say in what goes on!" Ed ignored the throbbing in his jaw.
"I am a fucking alchemist that-" Ed's voice rose in octaves until he was nearly screaming. "can't do anything but BEND OVER BACKWARDS AND UNWILLING ALLOW MYSELF TO GET FUCKED!" ((1))
Ed screamed, tears broke through and slid down his cheeks. Burning the welt on his jaw caused by Scar. Briefly, a thought flew through Ed's brain that he wondered how no one was attracted to the yelling he did.
Another sharp hit to Ed's face. It wasn't nearly as hard. But in Ed's mental condition, he fell to his knees.
Or nearly did, however Scar grabbed his shoulder roughly and held him tightly why he roughly shook him. "who the hell are you! Mere months ago, the man I know as Edward Elric would never allow himself to be controlled like a marionette. You are a disgrace to be the runt named Edward Elric."
Ed's weight was totally dependant on Scar's hand now. If Scar let go, he would fall onto his ass.
"you disgrace yourself, disgrace your name, and disgrace every thing you stood for."
Ed closed his eyes and his tears continued to fall. "I know…. I know that Scar…. But I haven't a thing I could do… there is nothing I can do but be whipped….." Ed looked up, opening his eyes at the same times. They glinted like molten pools of gold.
"I'm just a dog….. You say so yourself… don't you Scar?"
Scar stared into the golden liquid eyes and his frown tightened. "no dog should be whipped Edward. Not even mutts." ((2))
Scar lowered his head then…
His lips covering Ed's.
--------------------------
Cliffy! WOO HOO! Hope you like this update! I really had writers block, but the reviews really helped me out of it. Thanks to you guys!
1- when Ed says that large sentence about being unwilling fucked and such. (the sentence in capital letters) he meant that he allows it to happen. Like a unwilling…. Partner. He doesn't try to do anything to stop it.
2- Scar's comment about the mutt thing. He means in several ways. One- Ed is an oddball of a state alchemist. And the other, because Scar believes half his limbs aren't his own. Like a mutt made of different parents, he is a mutt.
Enjoy and review! I hope to hit the 100 mark on this chapter. (people can dream, can't they?)