Tucker's Sick Mind

Tucker was doing research in his home when the loud knock came on his door. There was only one type of people that knocked that loud - MP's.

The man sighed, walking to the door. He knew that Edward had gone over to the Investigation Officer's home, as they had become good friends. Well, more like the man had become a fatherly figure toward the twelve-year old boy. Tucker silently wondered what trouble had been caused.

He opened the door to see the Investigation Officer - Hughes - holding Edward in his arms like an infant. The boy seemed to be out cold.

"Oh dear," Tucker said gently. "What happened?" he asked.

"I was called to a crime scene and brought Ed with me," Hughes answered as he was lead by Tucker to the bedroom Edward had been occupying. "He had a panic attack before passing out. Gave us all a scare."

"That does sound frightening," Tucker said. "Poor boy."

"Yeah." Hughes placed Edward into his bed, removing his boots and belt. He nearly removed the kid's red coat, but decided against it. "He'll be all right here while I get back to that crime scene?" the officer asked for confirmation.

"Of course, I'll take care of him from here," Tucker said. "I hope you catch that man that's been killing all these people."

"You and me both," Hughes said before he left the two of them alone.

Tucker then worked on removing the pre-teen's coat. While Hughes thought it would be better for the blonde boy's red coat to stay on, Tucker didn't. He was surprised when he removed it and found another black jacket.

The Alchemist knew this appeared to be troublesome. He removed the smaller black jacket to see that the boy had light cuts on his left wrist, as well as a swollen pink scar.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was done with a straight razor," Tucker said to himself.

He allowed the boy to sleep for a while. He would need his rest.

Edward awoke an hour and a half later. The first thing the boy did was jump in the bed, still imagining what he had envisioned before he passed out. Tucker was sitting beside the bed on a chair, reading a book when this happened.

"You gave us quite a scare," Tucker said in a gentle, quiet voice, so as not to frighten the boy any further. "You were crying out for your mother while you slept."

Ed stayed silent, not meeting Tucker's eyes.

"It's not hard to deduce that you committed the ultimate taboo that is human transmutation." When Tucker said this, Edward's hazel eyes grew wide. Fear or shock was the Alchemist's best bet.

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Edward asked, quieter than even Tucker was speaking.

"There's a number of things I could tell people," was all Tucker responded with. "For example, the cuts on the wrist and the scar you've obtained. You probably can't even look me in the eye and tell me those weren't self-inflicted."

"...Where are my clothes?" Edward asked. He was just glad his pants were still on. The amount of cuts and scars there were tremendous from the past couple of years in his grieving.

"Right here," Tucker said, placing the clothing on the bed. Edward stood, hurriedly grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. He left his jacket and coat off as he made way for the restroom. "Where are you going?"

"...The bathroom...?" Ed answered, staring at the Alchemist as if he had two heads.

"You're going to cut yourself again, aren't you?" Tucker asked. Edward looked down at his sock-clad feet. "I want you to do it in front of me."

"W-What?" Ed asked.

"You heard me," Tucker said. "I want you to take whatever you use to cut yourself and do it in front of me. I want to watch."

"You're sick," Edward said.

"Not as sick as you." The older man grinned. "You're the one who mutilates his own arm for satisfaction. Sounds like masochism to me."

"Shut up!" Ed shouted.

"Brother?" Alphonse's concerned voice sounded from outside and downstairs. It was faint, but Edward had been trained to hear that voice.

"Stay downstairs!" Edward called to his younger brother. He wouldn't risk leaving the room without his extra clothing now. The teenager dipped underneath the bed, grabbing the secret stash he kept in a compartment in his suitcase. Alphonse never looked there.

"Are you going to do it?" Tucker asked.

Ed didn't answer, simply bringing up the stash of razors he kept. He grabbed his favorite one, which was a small one from a simple pencil sharpener that he had unscrewed.

He sat back down on the bed. Another glance at the door confirmed that it was in fact unlocked. Alphonse could walk in at any moment, but Edward had a nagging feeling that if he did, Tucker would be the one to get the majority of the blame. His punishment would come later.

Edward took the razor, gliding it against his skin. He never pushed down. He wasn't suicidal.

The relief he usually felt arrived right on cue. Ed let out a breath of relief, dropping the razor onto the bed in his moment of bliss.

Tucker grinned before grabbing the stash of razors, including Edward's favorite one, and walking out of the room.

"Hey!" Ed called out. He hurriedly threw his coat on, running after the man to get him. He was stopped by a much larger man when he reached the outside of the room.

"Elric brothers, you've been digging into the personal life of Shou Tucker and I won't have it. His files are strictly confidential under my jurisdiction. I can't allow you to continue living with mister Tucker under these circumstances," the man - who Edward later discovered was General Grande - explained.

Ed couldn't say he was angry at the situation. While a bit worried about Nina, Edward was glad that he could get out of there. He didn't want to be Tucker's plaything whenever he felt like cutting himself.

When Edward and Alphonse found Nina, the blonde went and cut himself again. It was more like an accident. A bit of glass from Tucker's glasses had shattered and ripped through Ed's glove. When Alphonse was comforting Nina, Ed had taken the small bits of glass and shredded them through his own flesh.

He covered up the bleeding when General Grande punched him in the stomach. He had happened to cough up a bit of blood into his glove, and covered it up with that excuse. Alphonse didn't question it, anyway. He was concerned for Nina.

What really hurt was when Mustang had been yelling at Edward and grabbed his hand. Ed had tried to back away, wanted to hide behind Alphonse when the colonel had begun to yell, and acted as if he might hit the pre-teen. Edward suppressed the pain, biting his own lip to keep from calling out in pain.

"Grow up, kid," Mustang said before walking away.

I'll show him, Ed thought.

So, in my mind, Tucker's always been a creep. I don't know if anyone else felt this way, but I always have him be the creepy, perverted, gross, pedophile type because that's just how I see him. Anyway, enjoy! I turn legal on Thursday anyway.