Ello ello. Did ya miss me? I'm trying to write this as fast as I can, since lots of the reviews I have involved ya'll telling me to hurry up and update. Well, here it is! This chapter might took a while to write, sorry!
Disclaimer: -sigh- I don't own Full Metal Alchemist, and I never will. Can I get on with my life, please?
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A boy, wrapped in chains, sat leaning against a cold wall in a small jail cell. Blood dripped down his arms and face. His head was bowed, his grey eyes staring dully below him.
"I was so close…you had to interfere, didn't you…" A long slab of silver rolled across the floor.
A woman, standing in front of him, was watching him. She was dressed completely in black, wearing a long velvety black dress that spilled onto the floor, with matching long black gloves. Her black makeup made her ivory skin look even paler. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, falling onto her back. Cold red eyes bored into him. She sighed, gently brushing blood off her dress.
"Now then, if you're going to keep resisting me…." She smiled, fangs glistening in the dim light. "I'll be forced to kill you." She knelt down in front of him, smiling at his motionless form. "And you've been so useful to me…" She whispered, gently putting two long pale fingers under his chin, lifting his face to face hers. "You helped me get Edward…" She let him go, and stood up. Her hair swishing behind her, she left the cell, slamming the door closed.
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Yukiko followed the soldier towards Colonel Roy Mustang's office. She kept looking behind her. Something didn't feel right…
The soldier opened his door, nodding at her and walking off.
Yukiko sighed. She'd rather be in the infirmary with Edward. But there was something she had to ask the Colonel. She walked inside.
He looked up. "Ah, Crystal Snow, you finally decided to show yourself." He said coolly.
"Sir." She said crisply, saluting. My name is Yukiko, dammit! She pulled a thick packet of paper out from inside her jacket, tossing it onto his desk. "There's my report…sir."
He picked up the papers, looking it over.
She watched him. "Colonel, may I request a mission?" She asked urgently.
He looked up, eyebrows raised. "Care to explain?"
"I found the Full Metal Alchemist outside tonight. He was hurt. He seemed to have lost his memory, and his brother was missing. I would like to try and find him, and see what caused this." She answered icily.
He blinked. "He lost his memory?" He repeated.
"Yes sir, and his automail was gone. He had all his missing limbs back, sir." She said calmly.
He stared. "Fine." He said, looking through her report again.
She saluted, turning on her heel and left. As soon as she was out, she ran down the hallway, towards the infirmary.
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Edward ran swiftly down the streets, barely touching the ground as he went, all pain forgotten. A picture was set so clear in his mind. He knew where to go, knew how to find his brother, though he didn't know how.
A large, black mansion stretched out for half the block in front of him.
He didn't question it, barely noticed that it had appeared. He stopped running, staring at it and panting.
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She gasped. "No!" She said, leaning out of the open window. She could just see him at the end of the street, before vanishing into a house.
She looked around desperately. What could he be doing in there? What is that place anyway? I'm not going to make it in time…! She leaned out farther down, holding up another crystal.
She threw it down, the ice crystal forming an icy slide as it fell.
Climbing out of the window, she slid down quickly, breaking into a run as soon as her feet hit the ground.
Moments later, she stood in front of the large mansion. She stared at it, a feeling of dread spreading through her veins in an icy wave. She was almost tempted to turn around and run as far as her legs could take her, as far as she could go. She shook off the feeling, walking into the mansion.
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The woman, sitting in a large, circular room, smiled to herself. The walls were a deep blood red, and long, silver candles stood all around the room, a thin black fire burning steadily on it, bathing the room in a pale blue light.
In the fireplace, red-orange flames billowed.
She stared at the fire, draping herself on a long, bright red couch.
The black door creaked open. Edward stepped in, saying not a word, the black candlelight reflecting in his dull red eyes.
She looked up, smiling kindly at him. "Edward, my son. You've come home." She said, standing up and floated towards him. She wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so glad…"
"Mother…" He started, slightly flinching when he said it. Why did I say that? She can't be my mother…
She let him go, staring at him, at her eyes. "Yes Edward?"
"I'm sorry for being late Mother." He said, bowing slightly.
"It's alright, my dear son." She glanced at the small window. "Come, the sun's about to rise. You need your rest…tomorrow might be a big day for you."
"Yes Mother…" He started to walk out of the room when he stopped. He stared hard at her. "Mother…do you know of where my brother Alphonse is?" He asked quietly.
"Alphonse?" She ran her fingers through her hair. "No, I do not. He's probably a thing of the past Edward. A faint memory of your past life. Forget him." She said.
"But…yes Mother…" He left, walking down the long, twisting hallway. His hand traced the smallest cracks of the wall. "Where are you Al…" He whispered.
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She sighed, running her fingers through her hair again. "He wasn't supposed to remember anything…something must've happened…" She stepped closer to the fire. "Alexander my sweet, speak to me." She said clearly into the blaze.
A man's face formed within the fire, pale faced, with bright red eyes and long black, slicked back hair. "Yes Amaya?" He asked.
"My dear brother…" She started.
"Amaya, is this about that boy….Edward, is it?" He said bitterly.
She tilted her head to the side, smiling. "Yes, it just so happens that it is."
He sighed. "What is it?"
"I'm thinking that he might be the one I divide my soul with." She said smoothly.
His eyes widened. "Him? My sister, you can't be doing this."
"I believe I can do anything I desire, Alexander. You know very well that I don't deserve to die."
"I never said you did. But with him? He's just a boy-"
"I sense a lot of power within him. It just needs to be released."
"This isn't going to work Amaya, you know that."
"I didn't call upon you to contradict me, Alexander."
"Then why did you call upon me?"
"I will need Father's amulet. I shall use it to be the component."
"Father's amulet? Please, don't do this."
"Alexander…" She sighed, shaking her head. "I've been living for centuries. I plan to live on, you know that. To do that, my soul must be split so that it may never be killed."
"Amaya-"
"Stop…the boy will never die, nor shall I. I won't be as foolish as Father was…I'm not going to die. I'll live forever, and nothing you say will change my mind." She added quickly, noticing his face.
He smiled grimly. "That's my stubborn sister…be careful, alright?"
"Of course…the amulet please?"
He nodded. A soft tinkle!, a multi-jeweled gold amulet fell from the fire and at her feet.
She smiled, picking it up. "Thank you Alexander."
He disappeared from the flames.
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"What is this place?" Yukiko wondered aloud, wondering through the dark hallways.
The house seemed much larger from the inside then out, it's winding tunnels leading her into dead ends, and entwined with each other.
"Ugh…" She said, sliding her hands on the wall. She stopped for a moment, feeling around.
It was a door…would it open?
It did, whooshing open before her hand inched towards the silver doorknob. It opened to a extended, narrow room, filled with odd looking antiques.
She looked around, walking slowly around the room. It was strangely cold in here. Her breath came out cold, mist in the air in front of her. She stopped at a glass cabinet, staring at her own pale reflection. She traced down the door, and opened it slowly.
A long, antique, crystal goblet sat in the middle of the cabinet, beautiful, complicated designs etched into it. Something silvery-blue swirled inside neither liquid nor gas. A single, long, golden floated in the middle, it's blond color distorted in the glow.
"Wow." She breathed, reaching for it. She gently lifted it from the cabinet, staring at the contents, mesmerized.
Her long, wisp or hair wafted freely into the substance, sinking as soon as it touched.
A cold, dulling feeling spread through her mind. Her bright white eyes clouded into a pale gray, the goblet slipped from her limp fingers, falling to the floor and shattering in a soft crash, the substance pooling before evaporating in a yellow smoke.
She shook the feeling from her head. "On no!" She whispered, staring at the crushed remains. She started picking them up before picking up the blond hair. She examined it. "What…is this?"
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"No! Let him go!"
"Join me Edward, I'll spare your brother…"
He looked back at Alphonse with pleading eyes. "…fine."
She smiled. "My son…"
Crack!
He was a child. He tilted his head at her.
"Come, my Edward." She called, waving and outstretching her arms to hug him.
He grinned, starting to walk towards her.
"Brother…!"
He stopped, looking behind him in horror.
"Brother!! Save me!! Please!!" Alphonse screamed, being pulled into the Gate black spirits clinging to him, making his body decompose in a white glow of light, red and purple light spreading through the room.
He watched him for a moment, not knowing what to do He realized what was happening. "Al!" He yelled, running towards him.
Crack!
His leg was gone. He fell to the ground screaming, clutching the bleeding stump that was his leg.
"Brother! Help me! AAAAAAAHHHHH!!"
"A-Al!!" He reached for him, dragging his leg along as he inched towards him.
"Brother!! Please!!"
"NO, AL!" He was almost there, just a bit farther…now!
Crack!
He disappeared, everything turned black.
He was sobbing, all alone in a dark room, mist swirling around him, his automail cold on his bare skin. He hugged his knees closer to his chest. "I'm sorry Al…"
"Don't you want to forget it all?"
Crack!
It was there, a mass of organs, bone and gore, its heart pulsing off beat, wheezing for air. It reached at him. "Edward…how could you do this to me!" It rasped.
"No!" He backed up against the wall, in a desperate attempt to escape.
"The pain, the suffering, the blame…the nightmares…do you want them all…to just vanish?"
"It hurts Edward…you did this to me…"
Visions flashed before his eyes. Memories…
Crack!
Running for his life, past hanging corpses of animals.
Crack!
His automail shattered, Alphonse's metal armor already broken down.
Crack!
Forced to sacrifice the lives of prisoners…he couldn't do it. Stepping into the red water, power surging through his body.
"Aaaaaahhhh, stop!!" He screamed, clutching his head.
Small arms wrapped around him.
He stopped, tears flowing down his face. He looked down at the small girl, her long brown hair in two long braids. "N-nina?"
"Little big bwother…" She said quietly, smiling sadly at him. "Why did you abandon me…"
His eyes widened. "I…I didn't…"
She looked away, still hugging him tightly. "Then why didn't you save me, little big bwother? Why didn't you get there in time?" Her body was changing, mangled, bloody, not human… "I could've lived, if you saved me…"
"N-no…NO!" He ripped her arms off him, running away.
"You're leaving me again, little big bwother!"
He froze, staring at her, a dog-like chimera, bloody and mangled. From within her shone a young woman, a teenager with long, flowing brown hair. Nina…if she had lived on…
The girl within her smiled lovingly at him.
"Brother…"
He tore her eyes from Nina, now staring at the armor body he had gotten for Alphonse.
Al stepped from it, transparent and ghostly, thin, frail, his hair unkempt, looking half-starved. He stared at him, a faint smile on his face.
"Alphonse…I'm sorry…"
He shook his head. "There's nothing to say…nothing can take back what you did…what you took from yourself…from me…"
"Alphonse…"
"It was impossible…we never should have tried it…you knew that, didn't you…"
"No…I-"
"You knew…" He sighed. "Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return… that day, I lost my body, and you, your leg."
"Please…"
His eyes narrowed. "It was all your fault…" He was starting to fade away, slowly from his feet up, as if dust blown by an invisible wind.
"No…"
"You failed Brother…" He laughed sadly, shaking his head.
"Alphonse…no!"
He smiled again, his face fading away. "Goodbye Brother…"
"NOOOO!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
He screamed, clutching his head and sitting up.
"Edward!" Amaya glided into the room, wrapping her arms around him. "Edward, what's wrong."
He cried into her arms. "No…"
"My Edward…don't worry…it was just a dream…a nightmare." She whispered, stroking his hair.
"Mother…" He said quietly. What's happening to me…?
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I'm…done… that was the saddest thing I've ever written so far. Until…you see the ending…
You might see some HP references while reading this…splitting souls, the goblet, yeah…that'll teach me to read Harry potter before writing a fanfic.
Sorry that it's a little long, I don't know how long it is while writing.
Please review!