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Author's Note: This became a collaboration work with LadyRiona. This chapter was written by her. Any reviews for it I'll forward to her.
Summary: (Fullmetal AlchemistXDNAngel Gen fic) Ed sees something one night that shocks him as he looks for a way back home.
Warnings: Post series (pre-movie) FMA, pre-series for DNAngel, SPOILERS
Rating: K (G)
An Angel That Looks Like Me
The next morning, Edward waved goodbye to the innkeeper as he walked out. His rest hadn't been as fitful as he would have liked, having been kept awake by the sounds of the Azumano nightlife. Apparently, despite his feeling that the appearances of those two angels were regular, they caused quite a stir in the city. Sirens and people had kept him awake far into the night. Around two, maybe, noise had ceased for the most part.
It only made Edward realize even more how much of a country boy he was.
With a soft sigh, the young alchemist set out to find a place to eat breakfast. The innkeeper - a pleasant enough woman with three children - had suggested a small corner shop down the street. Edward decided that would probably be his best bet, as he had only wandered around long enough the previous night to find an inn.
Following his nose was enough. The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods filled the streets, intensifying as Edward reached the shop. Inside, however, was like he'd stepped into heaven. He ordered a hearty breakfast (after checking that he had enough money to pay for it; too many times had he ordered food only to find he didn't have enough money to pay for it.). The moment he bit into a still-steaming roll, Edward was bombarded by memories of his home.
This, of course, led to thoughts of just how he'd reached Azumano. The last few things he remembered before waking on the outskirts of the city was the bright blue flash of alchemical light. He'd given his body--his complete body--in an attempt to bring his brother back. Another was standing before the Gate. Briefly had he seen Al's armor that Edward remembered so well flash before him. Then had been a time of waiting that seemed to take so long, yet had not lasted at all. After that indeterminate of time, Edward had woken, once more with his automail, in this strange world.
With a sigh, Edward finished his breakfast, paid his bill plus a tip, and left the small café. Time to do some research on the Hikari family and any of their art he could find.
A few nights later, Edward walked out of the library, waving to the guard closing as he left. Of course, being there nearly all day, he had become more than acquainted with the staff, and they with his determined way of studying. As this town's only menaces seemed to be those angels, they let him stay late, after normal closing hours, to research, not asking questions. For that, Ed was very grateful.
The night air was tense; the alchemist felt like he would have been able to cut it with a knife. What was happening? It was nearly midnight and the town was buzzing still, much as it had that first night he'd come. Maybe an appearance of those angels again?
Edward shrugged, deciding not to become involved. As he passed the road to the inn, he continued walking. He had too much on his mind to retire just yet. Before Ed knew it, he was at the windmill once more, taking in its beauty. It was the same place he'd seen the angel that looked like him. That began to trouble his mind.
How strange? He knew it wasn't his look-a-like on this side of the Gate; he was dead. The Edward sitting at the base of the windmill was the only Edward left.
As Edward puzzled this, he didn't notice that the commotion down the street at a museum had picked up some. He only realized it when he felt a sudden whoosh of air from behind him. He looked up from the ground to see the black-winged angel, wings beating heavily as he increased his speed. A moment later, he disappeared behind a structure. Edward blinked.
A moment later, he heard the same shout from the other night. "DARK!" Ed turned around and saw the white-winged angel flying towards him. Another whoosh of air sent Edward toppling to the ground, flat on his face. He swore, muffled, before sitting up again.
Once he righted himself, Edward froze. The angel with white wings, and white robes was standing, perched on a slender post. Ed swallowed. The angel that looked like him.
Apparently his swallow had been loud enough to alert the angel of his presence. The tall--much taller than Edward--figure turned. Gold eyes met each other, held a gaze for a few moments, but then it was over.
The angel seemed to sense his prey from above as he set straight upward with a heavy beat of his wings.
Slowly standing up, Edward brushed himself off. Wordlessly, he walked back to the inn. It was only in his bed that Edward let out a sigh. There was hope of returning. He just had to keep trying. He'd find a Hikari, or their artwork eventually.
As his mind slowly dropped into sleep, an image of the angel flashed in his mind, and image of the angel that looked like him.