The Love of a Silent Star

Till death do us part

Chapter Twenty-Three

The irritation we're pretending not to show,

Has replaced the motivation,

That I had not long ago,

I know that,

Edward arrived back at the house later in the evening.

"Is everything okay?" Alphonse asked.

"When will Riza be back?" Edward asked.

"She…uh…had to go see the doctor today. I'm guessing in an hour maybe, why do you ask?"

"Will you be here the rest of the day?"

"Of course."

"Good." Edward stated, and walked into the kitchen.

Future

Alphonse spent a lot of his time in a bar. He always sat in the corner, drinking the same thing, Russian Vodka. He had turned to look, when a certain blond caught his eye. Alphonse's eyes widened slightly, when he could only see the back of the man. His hair was braided, and…blond.

Alphonse nearly dropped his drink, at the moment all he could do was stare at the person. His height and build matched his loves. His movements were fluid and perfect. Alphonse snapped out of his trance when he saw that the man had turned and had come over to him.

"Is there something I can help you with, Sir?"

I don't ever want to be the one,

To make you forget it,

To make you resent it,

To make you repress it,

I don't ever want to be,

"What…? Oh I'm sorry." Alphonse snapped back to reality, and looked at the man before him. He was in his twenties. Alphonse gasped softly when he saw that the man's eyes were the same color…exactly.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm okay. I'm sorry; it's just that you remind me of someone."

The man stepped closer to Alphonse, looking intently at him. "Did you care for this person?"

"More than anything, he was very dear to me."

"What happened to him?"

"He died."

"I am sorry to say but I am not that person, Sir."

"Yes, I suppose you are not. Again I'm sorry." Alphonse looked at the man again, and realized that he was a whore, or whoreson, he stood and turned to leave.

"Wait…please tell me about him…if that's okay with you." The blond haired man said, lightly placing his hand on Alphonse's shoulder, he gently sat down in one of the bar stools. He gestured for Alphonse to do the same, and he did after staring at him for several seconds.

It's the beginning of the end,

And I don't know where we lost control,

It's the beginning of the end,

And I know that I am all alone,

"If you insist……… I remember like it was yesterday. My mother had been in an accident before, and could not bare children, so adoption was the answer. My mother heard about Edward and her heart went out to him. We brought him into our family. That day my mother, my father and I dressed our best. We were so excited. We had hoped to impress him for some reason. He had blond hair, as you do. But he had the coldest eyes. He seemed to be perfect, his body I mean. I fell for him in that moment.

"What was his name?"

"His name? It was Edward…"

The present

"Have you given him his orders……Lust?"

"Of course, Sir Bradley." Lust replied with sarcasm.

"That boy will kill them all, and then we can take him back, and see how much damage we have to repair. I want you to go there, see that everything is handled."

"Yes…Sir."

The present

"Alphonse?"

"You know how much I love you!"

"And?"

"Why Edward? I read that note. Who are you going to kill? Who have you already killed? Who is ordering you?" Alphonse stated, holding up the knife he had grabbed off the counter.

"If you read that note, then you are going to have to use that." Edward stated indicating the knife.

"But I…I love you." Alphonse whispered.

Interrogation has replaced the trust we had,

Your misguided accusations,

Helping me to turn my back,

I know that,

"And you hate me…"

"I…"

"What are you waiting for? You know you want too. You have wanted too ever since I came here. Satisfy that want."

Alphonse was utterly speechless, as Edward stood from his seat.

"But I love you…"

"You only think you love me, your mind and heart says different though. One says to kill me, the other does hold a slight restraint, but still."

"I don't know if I…if I can. I love you; I don't wish to lose you."

"Just do it, I don't love you, I don't love anyone, so just kill me."

"What…?"

"Kill me Alphonse; kill me like you want to. I killed your father, I killed your friend, and by god if you don't kill me, your mother and you are next, and that I promise you."

"You bustard!" Alphonse came at Edward and slammed him against the counter, smacking him in the face.

"That's it………I killed them both, I enjoyed it! I enjoyed manipulating your mother; I enjoyed watching this family fall apart. The days your parents spent apart from each other, the fights. I enjoyed it damn it!"

I don't ever want to be the one,

To make you divide it,

To make you deny it,

To make you deprive it,

I don't ever want to be,

"Stop please, stop Edward. I'm begging you."

"I'm going to kill your mother Alphonse; I'm going to enjoy it."

"Just stop, shut up, I love you I won't do it, I can't hurt you, I can't."

"I enjoyed fucking all those people, your father was the most thrilling, you never matched up to him."

Alphonse's eyes widened and he gasped as he plunged the knife half way into Edward's stomach. Edward did not gasp as he felt the knife pierce his flesh.

Alphonse realized what he had just done. "Oh my god Edward."

"That's it, finish what you started."

Tears fell from Alphonse's eyes.

"Finish………it……Alphonse."

Alphonse was frozen in place, his hands still on the hilt of the knife. Edward grunted, and quickly pulled forward on the knife, pressing himself against Alphonse. His lips came in contact with Alphonse's lips. Edward held on to Alphonse's shoulders, as the blood poured from his wound, on to the floor.

Alphonse gasped and pressed his lips to Edward's. A sigh escaped Edward's lips as his legs came out from under him, and he slid to the floor, the knife still in his stomach. Alphonse stood there, his hands frozen in place. Tears still fell from his eyes as he closed them, and let his hands drop to his side, his head bowed.

Sobs echoed in the room, and tears fell on Edward's body.

I thought that we would find our way,

I though our life would be okay,

I thought that you believed in me,

But now it seems so far away,

The future

"I ran after that, I didn't stop for some time. No one was arrested for his murder, I got off free. My mother did recover after some time but the guilt still remains with her. My father and my friend were buried. I still remember his kiss; I can still taste him on my mouth. I suppose he did that to torture me still."

"In a wedding, in one of those speeches, the people always say, "Till death do us part," but even after he died, we still haven't parted. He left an imprint on me, the last big, "Fuck you," from him I suppose."

"I still believe that he did hold some love for me, but I can't be sure. Edward's mind was a cornucopia of knowledge and information. No one could ever tell what he was thinking, what he would do next, Edward was……Edward was perfect."

"And for that I will always love him. Not even in death will we part my love, my Edward. I suppose it is a thing of the past now."

The man looked away, watching the other silently cry. He stood and wrapped his arms around Alphonse, holding him close. Alphonse clung to the man, wishing it was Edward, but knowing it was not.

The life we knew before is gone,

There is no compromising,

The life you save will be your own,

To find you inner senses,

It's the beginning of the end.

A/N

There is one more chapter that I have written for this story. Edward is dead, but it's like in his own words, looking into his mind, his beliefs. So I'm still deciding if I should submit that one or not. The song isby Spineshank: Beginning of the End.

Thank you for reading and reviewing.