Edward Elric was 3 yrs. old when a terrible event ruined his way of thinking.
Hohenheim stared at his sleeping form. 'So peacefully he sleeps.' But whywas so apt to rape him. His own son.
Hohenheim had always been attracted to younger males. That was the only reason he had married Trisha... to have a son. Sure it was
incest, but little Ed's flawless skin, soft to the touch brought comfort.
Hohenheim sat on the bed and Ed stirred. He stroked his small face. Ed's eyes slowly opened. Hohenheim smiled. Ed smiled back.
"What daddy?"
"Shh.." Hohenheim pulled Ed's small shirt off.
"Daddy? What?" Ed's face showed worry.
Hohenhiem flung the covers from Ed's bed. He began to unbutton his own shirt. He scooted closer to his son's immobile body. Ed just
looked wide eyed at his father.
But then the situation changed. Hohenheim took off his belt and hooked Ed's wrist to the bed post.
'All precautions must be taken. Ed's too young to understand it's wrong. But it doesn't mean he won't try to escape.'
Ed squirmed now. What was his daddy doing?
Hohenheim grabbed Ed's pants by the buttons and ripped them off. Leaving him in his underwear.
Hohenheim did the same to his own self.
He pulled the covers over them. He put his lips over his son's and kissed his smooth thin lips.
Ed's eyes filled with tears. Daddy stop..." he whispered.
Hohenheim felt Ed's small form before him and pulled him closer. Now Ed was weeping louder.
"Hush..." Hohenheim coed, into his son's ear.
Soon neither figures wore any clothing on their bare flesh. Ed was dazed by his surroundings. And he couldn't run. Why was his daddy
doing this?
Hohenheim could hear Ed's sniffles clearly. He bent back over his son and kissed his flushed face, so pale from fear.
Soon Hohenheim was holding Ed's body close to his own so they were touching. Ed's face in Hohenheim's breast. Hohenheim ran his
hands up and down Ed's back.
Then he felt down to the young boys crotch.
Ed flinched.
Hohenheim soon went under the covers and licked Ed's small foot. Hohenheim heard Ed giggle.
He went up further a little below Ed's abdomen. Ed's foot then kicked out into Hohenheim's crotch.
Hohenheim hopped from the bed. He walked up to Ed and striked him across the face with his palm. A crack of the impact on his
nose sounded.
Ed cried, very loudly.
Hohenheim pulled on his clothing. Soon afterward he heard Trisha ascending the stairs. He untied Ed's wrist and clothed him too.
Then the door knob turned. "Hohenheim? Why did you lock the door?"
Hohenheim unlocked it and rushed past his wife and out of the house. Never to be seen afterward
