Love, Interrupted.
A FullMetal Alchemist Story.
By: Blue-Rico
[A.N.: Sorry this one took me so long, school and crap always gets in my way.. Again, I thank you all for supporting my story and I hope those of you who have read so far, will enjoy this little chapter. Thank you so much, and I love you all! THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS!]
Alphonse walked awkwardly through town to get to Capital to find Edward where he should be, talking to Colonel Roy Mustang. He tried to straighten out his walk, so no one could see how much pain he was in, but it was a struggle. But Alphonse would do ANYTHING to keep Edward from finding out what happened the night before.
Finally, Alphonse walked up the steps of the large building where he could see Ed discussing some serious matters with the Colonel.
"Well, this is it… It's either do or die. I have to play it cool!"
Alphonse thought frantically to himself, while maintaining a cool and calm exterior, despite his serious discomfort.
"H- Hello, Edward! Hello, C- Colonel, How are you guys doing?"
Alphonse said, trying to sound as chipper as he could possibly be, due to the circumstances that he faced.
Seeming not to notice Alphonse, Edward waved him off in frustration at the subject he was discussing with Colonel Mustang.
"Hey, Al. I'm kind of busy right now, You can go home and do whatever. I need to figure out—"
"Y- Yes, I understand. I will see you later, Edward."
Alphonse walked back down the treacherous steps and began to briskly walk back to their apartment, keeping his eyes peeled for his attacker. For Alphonse defiantly did NOT need to get kidnapped again.
When Alphonse made it to the old apartment's door, he looked over his shoulder, quickly slipped into the darkness of the small apartment, and locked the door behind him.
"Good thing Edward has not paid any special attention to me yet, he cannot see me until the scars have faded away…"
Alphonse whispered to himself, tears burning behind his eyeballs.
That night, Edward came home, plastered drunk, and belligerently burst through the apartment door, spotting Alphonse lying on their bed, reading a book.
"H- Hey, Al, you- *Hic* wanna piece of mee?"
Edward was red faced and out of his mind, for he would never be THIS straight forward with Alphonse if he wanted to get some action.
"Umm, Ed? Are you okay? And um, no? I don't think now is a good time for any of this, you should get some rest. Let me help you."
"No! I am perfectly *Hic* fine, YOU. On the other hand, need to shuut up!"
"Edward, please, not right now! I- I—"
Alphonse then was pinned down on his back, and Edward was already removing his clothes. Edward's warm breath reeking of alcohol was over powering Alphonse's nostrils and he couldn't help but get slightly excited…
"Edward! I mean it! Stop! You can't see!"
But by then it was too late…
Edward saw. Edward KNEW.
"This can't be happening!"
Alphonse thought to himself, panicking of what Edward would do next.
"Who did this to you, Al? We haven't done anything like this before! W- Who? Why!"
Edward was sobered up because of the initial shock of his discovery.
"Edward, please, he… He told me I can't tell you! He's going to kill you!"
Alphonse pleaded desperately, grabbing onto anything he could that pulled Edward back to him, because he knew where Edward was going, and what was going to happen…
"YOU. Alphonse, wait here. I will be right back."
There would be no stopping this runaway train known as Edward Elric.
He slipped on his gloves, threw on his jacket, and bolted out of the apartment, locking the door on his way out.
Alphonse sat alone, and cried. But he soon realized how much Edward loved him, and that he was doing this just to keep Al safe. Alphonse wiped his tears and paced around the small room until Edward arrived back home. Bloodied and scratched up. But Alphonse knew, that the blood Ed was covered in, was not his own. But the attacker's himself.
"AAAAHHH!"
Alphonse was awakened by his own screams of agony and his face was soaked with tears. He was shaking uncontrollably, and took a picture of Edward off of his bedside table and hugged it close to his chest, wishing Ed was there to comfort him. But Alphonse was just so embarrassed, he didn't know what other to do, but take a scalding hot bath and try to go to sleep once more. Hopefully with no traumatizing nightmares.
[A.N: Thanks again, and I am VERY sorry this chapter was so short, I just wanted to finish Alphonse's dream, so everyone could get a better understanding of what happened to him. So, in the next chapters, I will switch between Al and Ed's points of view, to keep things interesting. Anyway, on another note: I will be in the process of moving in late March to probably the end of April. I am not sure how long things will take, but I will try to post as much as I can before then. Thank you all.]