It had been all for him.
The dark-haired homunculus stared, in utter awe at the blonde.
Couldn't he see? He had to beat him.
The blonde, panting, wiped a bit of dark red blood from his lower lip.
He didn't want to do this to him.
The homunculus shook his head, closing his violet eyes.
They all had violet eyes and dark hair, the younger noticed.
The blonde, in exhaustion, passed out on the cold ground.
The older brushed a piece of golden hair from his face.
The homunculus picked the boy up, and carried him to safety.
He felt himself being picked up.
What are you doing?
The older smiled.
Go back to sleep, o-chibi-san.