Stronger than words
Hi xD This is one of my first FMA fan fics. I've dabbled a little before, but this is the only one I've written with the intent of continuing it. I hope you enjoy it XD. It's supposed to be a alternate ending type thing. Mustang DOESN'T have a eye-patch, (sorry no Pirate!Roy :3) and Ed didn't get shipped out to Germany. Alphonse regained his body, Ed hasn't regained his limbs. :3 No pairings really, POSSIBLY Royai later on. Parental!RoyEd. Mentions of AlWin, NO YAOI. :) As much as we love it, I wanted to write something more fluffy this time. Chimera!Ed. I know, ANOTHER chimera!Ed fic, but I wanted to give it a go. I want to explore the mind of the colonel and the Ed, and I found the best way to do that was put on in a vulnerable position, and lock them in a house :3 Enjoy!
Summary: On an routine inspection on a small medicinal town on the outskirts of East city, Edward is captured by one of the more 'radical' in the medical profession. Edward is fused with a Snow Leopard, and loses his ability to speak, earning himself the voice of the leopard. After returning to Central, in less than mint conditioned, the Colonel is ordered by his Lieutenant to take care of the chimera boy, and naturally, the two grow on each other, but not without their 'little scuffles.'
Chapter 1 – Re-acquainted
The first thing that crossed the young blonde alchemist's foggy mind was the pain, which caused him to cry out instantly, his body going rigid as the warm flow of alchemic energy flowed. Only this time it wasn't Edward activating the circle. No, this time, he was just the material, a doll to be crafted by the rookie hands controlling his fate. He felt the deep burning sensation at the base of his spine first, screaming out for the mad man to stop. He didn't. Edward clenched his teeth hard, his hands and feet burning and tingling, the sensation flowing to his skull and throat. He tried to scream, but all that left his mouth was a strangled gasp, and blood. So much blood. His blood.
"Sir." came the stern voice of Riza, followed by a sharp 'click' as she cocked her pistol. Havoc and Co. giggled, listening in on one of Riza and the Colonel's 'friendly conversations' regarding paperwork. They jumped, scrambling for their own desks as the ring of a gunshot struck their ears, followed by a frantic scramble, and furious scratching of the Colonel's pen on paperwork. Riza re-entered the main section of the office, her strict gaze drifting over the immature group, sighing as they all scribbled frantically, sitting back at her own desk.
Mustang swore under his breath as his hand cramped, flinging the pen down and sulking. He glanced at his clock, and the calender. It had been a week since he'd sent Edward on his mission. He frowned. It shouldn't be taking this long, it was only a small scale operation. Since Edward had recovered Alphonse's body he'd been so restless. Al had gone to stay in Risembool, to regain his strength, and unbeknownst to Winry, ask the blonde girl out. Edward had not recovered his own limbs, and had chosen to stay in Central, in the military.
"Christ Boss, what happened?!" Havoc's voice echoed from the next room, chair legs squealing in protest as they scraped across the floor, as the occupants hurried to leave them. Roy's ears pricked, and he looked to his office door as a pale Fuery burst in.
"Sir," he swallowed. "It's Major Elric..."
Roy gaped at the deathly pale boy sprawled across the sofa in the office, as Riza gently cleaned some of the dry blood from any visible inch of skin. Roy gulped, his mouth bone dry. Edward's skin was pale as a sheet, his flesh arm covered in lacerations, varying in depth, and length. His shirt was in tatters, and stained a dark, dirty red, purple and blue bruises visible across his torso, along with numerous more lacerations.
"What happened?" Roy barked, keeping his persona calm and collected. After all, how can an army put trust in their leader and his judgement, if it's not clear he believes in himself? Breda shook his head, his lips pursed.
"Dunno, he just wandered in and fell down. Didn't say a word." Edward shifted slightly on the couch, his face scrunching slightly as Riza cleaned the wounds. She hushed him softly.
"So he didn't say how he got those?" Mustang's eyes narrowed as he gestured to the brown, freckled 'cat' ears, and the long, very fluffy, spotted tail. Havoc shook his head, chewing on a cigarette.
"Well then, we'll just have to wait and ask him won't we?" Mustang stated, sitting down.
Edward's mind surged, hundreds of scents, noises, and memories clouded his already cloudy mind. His body ached and stung all over, so naturally, he whimpered bringing his hand to a particularly persistent sting on his cheek. He flinched as a soft, somewhat feminine hand took his wrist gently.
"Don't honey.. you'll irritate the cut.."came Riza's voice, the heavy scent of gunpowder piercing his heightened senses.
"Is he awake?" Mustang's voice rung out, the leather of the chair creaking as he stood up.
"I think so." Riza mumbled. "Edward? C'mon open your eyes.." she stroked his hair back softly, the seemingly new mothering side confusing the already rumbled co-workers. Edward blinked, groggily, a low growl echoing from his throat.