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Here's Chapter 5! Enjoy!

Harry Potter/Sailor Moon

Full Metal Alchemist

"Harry Potter and the Living Stone"

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Chapter 5:

"Blood, Wounds and Nightmares"

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Losing blood and confronting Kurotengu had put Hotaru off her appetite. She had gone to her room when Doctor Marcoh was done with her arm and had just gone to bed. The headmistress had informed the teachers that Hotaru had had a bloody encounter and wasn't to be disturbed unless it was an absolutely dire emergency. And thus Hotaru was able to sleep most of her day away and a bit into the night.

She was sleeping on her left side, her back to her door and open window. She normally slept with her back to her wall but Marcoh had told her to stay off her right bicep until it healed. He had even given her a pain reliever and sleeping pills, which sat on her bedside table in orange prescription bottles by her glass of water, her book and glasses.

Almost everyone in the Suzaku Tower were asleep and if they weren't asleep, they were studying for a big test. It meant the Tower was quiet, even with the State cadets amidst their ranks and in their own rooms. And so far, Hotaru was sleeping peacefully with a few soft whimpers of a coming nightmare. Even in a drugged sleep, Kurotengu's nightmares managed to reach her but the soft sound of wings didn't even wake her, like it should've.

Kurotengu stood from the crouch he had softly landed in. His human form wouldn't alert the Senshi of Mars on the top floor with the other Suzaku advisors. It was an advantage to being a powerful demon. And getting to be able to sneak into a girl's room while not being detected was certainly a plus.

His foot falls barely made a sound on the tatami mats as he neared Hotaru's bed, only gauzy curtains hanging from the ceiling kept them apart. Kurotengu could still see her figure clearly so the curtains weren't a real deterrent or much of an annoyance. Hotaru was only covered to her waist, keeping her bedding off her tender right bicep. She wore a cream silk spaghetti strap night gown with lace on the collar, hem and the short row of pearly buttons that were only half way buttoned. Her long hair was loosely braided out of her way, tied with a matching ribbon. She didn't have any make up on, other than chapstick, and she had taken out all of her piercings, except for her nose pierce and her belly button ring, no doubt.

Kurotengu gently pushed aside the curtain to get a better look at the sleeping Senshi. She half whined, half groaned in her sleep as the images of the tengu leader forcing himself on her as he tore her apart replayed in her head, like every time she had had that nightmare. He knew her bicep hurt, from the way she whimpered when she moved her right shoulder, the muscles pulling at her damaged flesh. Her soft, fearful mumblings and movements only eased when Kurotengu caressed her cheek with the backs of a couple fingers.

The nightmares would never leave her, not fully, but once she learned that they only eased with the touch of their creator, then Hotaru wouldn't just come to him when he sent a tengu to summon her. She would possibly even let him back into her room willingly and let him ease the terrors he gave her.

Of course, it was something she would have to find out for herself.

A soft, sharp gasp from Hotaru told Kurotengu that he had come too late—she was already at the climax of her nightmare. Hotaru woke with a short scream, sitting up instantly and startling Kurotengu, not that he showed it as he silently jumped back from her bed. Her scream, of course, had been enough to alert anyone who had been up and was naturally on guard.

Anyone like the two blond brothers that burst into her room to check on her.

"Hotaru—are you okay?" Alphonse asked, rushing to her side in his school's sweat pants and t-shirt. Edward, dressed in the sweat pants and a white tank top, just clapped his hands once and touched his metal forearm, noticing the black clad demon.

"You must be Kurotengu." Ed growled, a blade forming with a light blue transmutation. Ah, so they were alchemists, that explained a lot. Kurotengu gave the eldest male a single, semi curt nod. "I saw what you did to her. It's not in her nature to give payback so I'll have to be the one to collect in her stead. Al, keep her out of harm's way."

"Sure, Ed." Al responded, holding Hotaru to comfort her. She was hanging onto him, her body shaking from her nightmare. Kurotengu glanced at her, watched how badly his own payback for a small insult had scared her. It, of course, gave Edward the opening he needed. The blond rushed forward and slashed at the tengu leader's chest.

Kurotengu leapt backwards in time, only getting his black kimono front cut, and landed in a crouch on Hotaru's windowsill. Alphonse was trying to reassure Hotaru and Edward had slid between the tengu and the 2 16-year-olds. It wasn't a sight that Kurotengu much appreciated but he got the message—he had overstayed his welcome.

"Know this, human, that mystic belongs to me." Kurotengu warned before pushing back with his legs. Ed ran to the window to watch the man fall a few floors before he transformed into the largest bird Ed had ever seen and pulled up from his leisurely dive before soaring up into the dark sky and passed the top of Suzaku Tower.

"Damn bird." Ed muttered, putting his hands to together one more time and touching his arm to return it to normal again. He closed Hotaru's window and looked over at his little brother. Alphonse wasn't even blushing as he held Hotaru. He'd have to give Al a little bit of a hard time about this later. "You don't have to worry about him for awhile, Hotaru. He's not going to bother you again tonight."

"Brother." Al said softly, his voice wavering slightly. He looked up at his brother, concern and pain swirling around his eyes. Edward had no idea what was wrong until Al showed him his hand. "She's bleeding. I don't know where but she's bleeding."

"Easy, Al. Just push her gently away so we can look at her face." Ed instructed coming over to the bed. Al was careful of her bicep and gently pushed Hotaru back from having her face in his chest. Ed tilted her chin up and moved her bangs out of his way. "Yeah, see? She got knicked when she startled him. He was here long before she screamed and we came running. He had to have been touching her face." Ed plucked a handkerchief sticking out of her book bag and put it to her cheek. "We'll just hold this here and get you to the infirmary."

Ed and Al helped Hotaru out of bed and Al supported her with his arm around her waist. She was still shaky, which was completely understandable. Ed had asked around the Tower of the Phoenix and found out that Hotaru had some really violent nightmares. Her waking up with a scream usually brought one of her classmates running to her room at least once or twice a week.

Having had bad dreams since she before she came to Hokkaido, it was understandable why she didn't have a roommate in these later years. However, these new nightmares actually had her screaming, even if it was softly. Hotaru was a quiet, demur person. Hearing that kind of sound from her room had a tendency to alarm people, hence why her classmates came to check on her at least once a week when she screamed.

As Ed suspected, the infirmary was dark but not locked. The advisors left it open for students to use at all hours and the phoenixes of Suzaku Tower were good about only going there when they had to. It was part of why Hokkaido Academy was the best magic school in Asia, like England's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was Europe's best.

"Sit her here, Al." Ed instructed moving a chair back from the nurse's desk. Al helped Hotaru sit down while Ed looked for the hydrogen peroxide or iodine, anything to clean those two thin cuts on her cheek. "Dammit, why does everything have to be so damn hard to locate?"

"There a problem, Full Metal?"

Edward mentally groaned at the annoyed tone Brigadier General Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, was using. He looked over at the door and sure enough, there was his superior and instructor leaning up against the still open doorframe, his forearm as support and a fist on his waist.

"None that we can't handle, sir." Ed replied with a slight exasperated sigh.

"Did you know that Briggs just woke me up at a little past 1 am because he heard a girl scream and saw you two burst into a girl's room about 10 minutes ago?" Mustang half demanded, his annoyance clear. Briggs wasn't an alchemist, just a Cadet Warrant Officer. "What the hell did you drag your little brother into that made you both bust into a girl's room and make her scream, Full Metal?"

"Correction, sir?" Ed said as he stood from crouching to search lower shelves of a cabinet. Mustang nodded. "Hotaru screamed before we came running. That's why we went into her room, to make sure she was all right. She woke up from a nightmare and screamed. She's been injured once today and has 2 light cuts on her cheek that I'd like to tend to, if you don't mind, sir."

"Injured?" Mustang repeated, surprised. Alphonse moved back from Hotaru to show the Senshi of Silence sitting like a lady in her nightgown, a handkerchief to her cheek. Mustang saw her wrapped bicep instantly. "Oh, Marcoh's stitch up from this afternoon. Let's get that new one taken care of."

Mustang came into the infirmary and moved Ed out of his way, getting swabs, a clean cloth and the iodine in one swoop. He set everything on the desk next to the chair and knelt in front of Hotaru, gently making her move her hand and bloody handkerchief back. He moved her chin to the side and brushed her bangs out of his way to get a better look at the damage.

"Someone got you good twice in one day, sweetheart." Mustang replied, speaking gently to Hotaru. He was trying to keep her calm. She was still shaking pretty bad. "I'd hate to see what you did to the other guy. He must be in worse shape if he managed to cut your pretty face." Ed and Al didn't say anything as Mustang took a swab and uncapped the iodine. He dipped the swap into the solution then gently but firmly gripped Hotaru's chin. "This is going to sting a little, sweetie, but it'll do it's job and keep these from getting infected."

Mustang gently touched the swab to her cheek, getting Hotaru to hiss and try to pull back but Mustang wouldn't let her. "I know. I know. It hurts. It hurts. I'll do this as fast as I can." His strokes with the swab were smooth, fluid and as gentle as possible. Hotaru bit her lower lip to keep from pulling away. "Full Metal, clean up your brother before that blood on his shirt stains."

Ed looked at the small amount of blood on Al's gray shirt. "Uh, yes, sir. Al, gimme you shirt." Alphonse didn't even think twice. He just pulled off his shirt and gave it to his brother. Edward went to the sink to wash out the blood and found the hydrogen peroxide. "Goddammit, someone needs to give this nurse a lesson on organization. Whoever it is could learn a thing or two from the medics at the Academy."

"Just do your job, Full Metal." Mustang lightly chided. "Soul, bring me that bottle when he's done with it."

"Yes, sir." Alphonse responded, noticing Hotaru's nightgown and suddenly feeling awkward. He should've remembered that Hotaru was in the room and he should have thought to grab her something to make her a little more decent….though that nightgown did look really good on her.

Alphonse moved closer to his brother, a deep blush coloring his face. Edward saw his brother's blush and laughed silently as Al rubbed his own bicep, trying to not feel so awkward. Unlike his brother, Al didn't have automail that gave him extra muscle just carrying it around and using it on a daily basis. Boot camp, training and outdoor exercises gave the younger Elric brother the majority of his current muscle mass.

"You are such a spaz." Ed muttered to his sheepish brother. "You shouldn't be so embarrassed. You're an Elric. You look good."

"Easy for you to say." Al muttered in response. "You have a girlfriend and it's not your alchemy lab partner in the silk nightgown."

"Oh, her nightgown's silk?" Ed asked then shrugged. "Hadn't noticed."

"Ed!" Alphonse hissed softly.

"Get the stick out of your ass, Al, and ask her out already!" Edward hissed softly in return. "Protect her from that damn bird man. He's the one who hurt her before, the reason why she missed lunch and the rest of the day."

"He's a demon, Ed! Alchemists don't fight demons!" Alphonse shot back. "We're no match for them! Mystics, wizards—they handle demons. They can take one like Kurotengu on and manage to survive. What the hell do you expect me to do when I'm still the brother that has to use circles to be careful just because of what my soul was converted into by Scar? Use the power from the Philosopher--"

Edward clamped his flesh hand over Al's mouth and glanced at Mustang, who was cleaning that second cut on Hotaru's cheek. Hopefully he hadn't noticed or heard what the boys were talking about. Ed kept his hand over his brother's mouth and grabbed him by the base of the skull.

"Don't ever mention that here! We have no idea what they'd do to you if anyone that out! I'm not going to risk losing you again, got it?" Ed hissed in a barely audible tone. Alphonse saw the worry in his elder brother's eyes and nodded. Edward released his brother slowly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Al shook his head. "That's good. You know we have to be careful. They never found that bitch's remains and God only knows what happened to those freaks of nature. Dad's been keeping his distance to keep her and them away from us. We can only hope they don't know that we're here."

"And what if they do and they're here, too?" Al asked softly, watching his brother just give up scrubbing at the blood on his shirt. Ed clapped his hands once and touched his brother's shirt, making it good as new before tossing it back to Alphonse.

"I don't know, Al. I really don't know."

Ed: For the love of GOD, Nuu! Let me GUT the bastard!

No, Ed! I can't let you do that! He's a main char! Get over it!

-bows to readers- Plz read and review.

...I've got to go wrestle a straight jacket onto a certain blonde-ponytailed alchemist before he ruins my story.