Disclaimer: I do not own any of Full Metal Alchemist. I own Nirvana, Neko and their children.
Author's Note: So, did we get anybody new? I hope to see new names on my list! I didn't recognize The Klutz, so they're new! Here's another chapter.
Warnings: Shonen-ai, citrus fruit flavoring.
NOTE! MOST OF THIS CHAPTER IS INSIDE THE CHEST!
"Envy?" Nirvana called as she stood up, looking around where she had fallen. "Jean?" The area around her was tinted a dark gray color, like the pictures that were from her mother's time. The trees were in full bloom, but an eclipse was slowly blocking the sun.
"Vana… We're over here!" Envy called and the black-haired woman turned to him, seeing Jean and the homunculus standing on top of a hill, looking down with interest at something.
"What is it?" She asked, running up to them, wondering why this whole area felt disturbingly natural to her. Jean pointed down to a small village where a small house on the outskirts of the town.
"Should we go down?" Nirvana asked, looking at the two as the moon moved to cover more of the sun. As Jean opened his mouth to answer, Envy started to walk down, his brows furrowed. "Yes." He answered and the two others shared a look before walking down and following him.
The smell of homemade cherry pie made Nirvana looked at the outskirted house closer. There was a large whitish looking dog on the front porch and he lifted his head as the trio walked past. His nose twitched but he didn't seem to notice that they were even there.
"Envy? Do you know where we are?" Jean asked, looking up at the sun too. Envy continued to walk towards the first woman he saw. The woman was dressed in a long light blue dress, a basket of bread in one arm.
Envy walked in front of her and tried to place his hands on her shoulders. When his hands fell though her, he grimaced and nervously rubbed his Oruborus on his thigh, a habit he had picked up.
"Do you?" Nirvana asked, tried to talk to the woman. Envy looked at the hill that they had walked down from and grimly smiled.
"We're watching a Homunculus's creation memory."
Nirvana and Jean shared an uneasy look as they walked through the town that no one even realized that they were there. "How… how do you know?" She finally got the courage to ask as Envy stopped outside a general store, an odd expression on his face.
"How do you think I got my memories back?" He asked softly, walking up the wooden steps, his hand shaped into a very clawed hand, said claws buried in his Oruborus, blood dripping down his thigh and leg, but not touching the ground.
"You had a chest?" Jean asked, peering into a dirty window, trying to see what Envy was trying to find.
"Not a chest… My Oruborus… my 'maker' unlocked it. And with his touch… came the memories. Some include what happened before you created… it all depends on the age and how long it took for the Seal to be activated…" The wooden doors opened and out stepped a pregnant woman with emerald eyes and short black hair. A man was next to her, black hair but with fuchsia eyes.
"… did you really have to tell him that?" The woman's name seemed to not reach the three surveyors as they walked past, something about the woman triggering something in Jean's mind.
"Let's follow them." He offered, but Nirvana was already on her way, her brows furrowed tightly, her eye patch digging uncomfortably into her empty socket. "Vana!" Jean called as he and Envy jogged to catch up.
"Yes … I had to! Did you see his face? Plus, now he won't be hitting on me!" Nirvana cocked her head to the side, walking next to the couple. "Tell me you at least don't want that!"
"Jean…" Envy started that unnatural soft ring to his voice, "Tell me why something here seems familiar? Or why that girl there, seems familiar?" Jean nervously twirled a cigarette between his fingers, not yet lighting it.
"Fine… I guess you had to say something. Now, let's go see if Sakura is up yet." The name was once again drowned out and they neared the outskirted house that had a small stack of smoke coming out of the chimney.
"Envy!" Nirvana called as she ran inside the wooden cabin, pictures ladening the front wall. The first picture stopped her as she stopped in front of it. It was a picture of four people. One was a small, redheaded baby in a young black-haired girl's hands. The mother had long red head while the father had black hair and green eyes.
At the bottom of the picture the family name was printed boldly. "Kirishima…" Nirvana murmured. "I guess I found Neko's house." Jean walked in as a scream echoed through the house.
"SHE'S DEAD!" the scream rang through Nirvana's ears and she shivered, thinking something was familiar about all of this. The man ran from the kitchen and Envy shot after him.
"Envy!" Nirvana called as she ran after them, walking into a child's room where the pregnant woman was collapsed, a white bundle clutched to her chest. Nirvana crouches down as the man prys open her arms and lifts the baby.
"She's dead,…. She's dead… and there's nothing I can do!" The man shook his head but Nirvana's eyes were trained on a necklace that she had just noticed around his neck. It was the Sinner's Mark, but instead of a serpent wrapped around a cross, it was a wolf, pinned to it.
"Don't! The baby!" He fell down next to her as she went into labour. Nirvana, herself, clutched her stomach, her green eyes wide as she fell to the ground.
"Oh god….. nonononono…." She started mumbling as her eyes suddenly clouded over with white.
"Nirvana!" Jean and Envy yelled as she passed out.
(((( 7 YEARS AGO: CENTRAL STATION ))))
"Mommy? Why are we here?" A young child with black hair and green eyes asked as she pulled on her mothers hand. The mother, a young woman of about 16 smiled happily and picked up her four year old daughter and held her on her hip, a silver pocket watch in her back pocket.
"We're here to pick up your father, silly! Now… where is that man?" The woman started to walk down the train station, looking for familiar fuchsia eyes.
"Midoriko!" A man called as he ran over, long black hair tied in a loose braid around her neck. His fuchsia eyes sparkled as he picked up his daughter.
"Makoto! Don't spoil her with candies already!" Midoriko chastened her husband with a long finger, one hand on her waist as she poked his nose twice. He grinned at her and leaned down, pecking her lips.
"Fine. How about toys?" He pulled out a small stuffed animal of a wolf and the child hugged it to her closely.
"Now, Nakita, don't loose the wolf and come on!" Midoriko threaded her arm through her husbands and she held her daughter's hand with her other.
As they walked towards the hotel that Makoto was staying at, a sound that was unfamiliar to the two female's ears perked up and Nakita ran into the street, looking right to left.
Makoto started to try and pull them back, explaining that the sound was an automobile. Midoriko got the gist of what he was saying and ran towards Nakita, just as the automobile slashed around the corner.
"MIDORIKO!" Makoto yelled just as Nakita looked up, a smile on her face, her eyes closed.
"Mommy! Look! I found a—" Her sentence was never finished as the automobile ran head on into the small body of Nakita.
"NAKITA!" Midoriko screamed as the automobile just continued, two sick bumps coming from it as it ran over the body. She dashed into the street, citizens crowded around. She pushed then out of the way, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fell next to the mauled, maimed body of her daughter.
Makoto fell next to her and took one look at the body before closing his wife in his arms, turning her head away. He closed his own eyes, tears pouring from them. Something mumbled against his chest and he turned, lifting Midoriko's head.
"Mio?" He asked gently and the look in her emerald eyes was enough to frighten him. She pressed her clenched fists against his chest and then pulled out her military alchemy pocket watch. She held it up.
"I, Midoriko Kirishima, will bring her back. You hear that Makoto? I'm bringing her back. I won't loose another one." She whispered, her emerald eyes flashing dangerously.
"I Will."
(((( BACK IN THE CHEST MEMORY ))))
Nirvana fell to her knees, clutching her head, shaking it back and forth. "No…. no no no no no nono….." She started out quietly her voice rising in pitch.
Jean looked at her, one arm going around her waist. "Nirvana! What is it?" He asked as Envy looked at the couple, now identified as Midoriko and Makoto to Nirvana.
"I… I…" She couldn't finish her sentence. Her eye was red and tears were falling down her cheeks. She looked at Midoriko who was heaving, her legs spread out as Makoto was running to the phone to call for a maid.
The memory suddenly swirled and Nirvana clutched Jean's arm to her chest. They landed on her bed back in LaMorea, stunned and too confused to speak.
"Vana?" Envy tried quietly and she shot up off the bed, her eye wild. "Vana!" He called, but Jean rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't. That memory… Midoriko… She's…" Jean stopped. "I can't say anything till I'm sure. For now, while she straightens things out…" The blonde wrapped a strong arm around the shorter man and pulled him closer on the bed, claiming his lips.
"We have an hour or so, don't you think?" Envy smirked, already pulling off Jean's shirt and undoing his pants.
"Eh… maybe more."
n-e-w-p-o-v
I ran to the outskirts of LaMorea, looking for an old, gnarled Willow Tree. The moon was setting and I knew that soon people would start to wake up and get ready to go to work. The burnt remains caught my eye and I ran towards the house, spotting the unharmed willow behind it.
I dropped to the ground in front of the tree and searched though the rubble frantically, looking for nothing yet looking for something! At last I found it; a gray tombstone that I picked up and with unused hands, blew up the end of a tree branch and held the fire over the stone, reading it aloud.
" 'Nakita Kirishima, daughter to Makoto Selvia and Midoriko Kirishima. Born March 15, 1920, Died July 23, 1924.' " I threw the tombstone to the side, more tears streaming down my cheeks and memories I had locked away rose to the surface.
"Neko…" I whispered. "Neko Kirishima…" I stood up shakily, my tears suddenly gone and I raised my automail arm, pointing it towards the rising sun.
I opened it and a trail of burnt ash fell away into the wind. "Midoriko Kirishima."
(((UNNKOWN)))
Mercy and Diligence looked over the city of LaMorea, the younger one biting on her lip idly. "Diligence?" Mercy asked quietly. "I… I think he's here. My chest's been disturbed though… I can feel it."
Diligence was no longer listening as he looked down on a gnarled willow tree, a black haired woman curled up under it. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested one hand on Mercy's head.
"We'll find it, Mercy."
Whoo-ooo! Another chapter done! I hope to keep this going!
IDEAS ARE WELCOMED! I REALLY NEED THEM!