A/N On The Universe: Okay this is kind of following cannon from the movie verse Conqueror of Shamballa. Where Ed and Alphonse are stuck in OUR world (Parallel world of earth) but instead of them being stuck in 1923, its 2013. AND they are in America, not Germany.
A/N On Reviews: I adore getting feedback and constructive criticism, but I do have one request to make. When commenting, please bear in mind that your comments and suggestions, both good and bad, are your opinion only, rather than (in general) a statement of fact. It is easy to accidentally insult or offend an author by sounding demanding and entitled in a written review, and I know that is never anyone's intention. By all means tell me if you think something seems a bit off, but give a moment's thought to how the tone of your review might be received. Thanks!
Rating Information - Rated "MA" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature later on. Meaning Boy on boy, with incest dabbled into there. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, you may press the back button. But if you do enjoy this type of 'kink' then please stay put. Thing are about to get bumpy in here.
Warning: Adult language. Adult situation. (Late Update! I've been really sick!)
-You've-been-warned.-
Severed Ties:
The rest of the day moves in a grey haze. The empty feeling lingers all around the apartment, but alas, a sort of constricting sensation as well; like the wall and ceiling pressing inwards. It's confusing, and Alphonse finds himself wrapped in his brother's bed sheets, simply breathing in the fading scent of Edward's skin.
His bottom lip has long since stopped bleeding; nonetheless the pain is ever present. A throbbing reminder of his brother's abandonment. Alphonse couldn't bring himself to look in the mirror. Not wanting to see the damage molting his flesh in shades of purple and blues. Merely having cleaned his face with a damp cloth and then crawled into Edward bed.
'At least,' Alphonse thinks wrapping the sheet in tighter around his shoulders, 'Ed didn't hit me with his metal fist...'
Therein lied the silver lining to this horrible disaster. Edward could have inflicted tremendous harm by using his metal limb, instead the blond had lashed out with his flesh hand.
'It must mean he's still thinking about my wellbeing . . . even in his blinding anger.' It's a comforting thought; one to which Alphonse clings to and holds coveted to his chest as the night descends like grains of sands in a time glass. Sleep evades the young man, his face throbbing to the beat of his pulse. The pain stubbornly keeps him awake.
Eventually the ache of his busted mouth becomes too much to grit and bare, and Al gathers himself from his brother's bed (with the sheets still wrapped around his head and shoulders) and stumbles into the kitchen to look for some kind of relief.
It has long since revolved into darkness outside, leaving the apartment clouded in shadows. He mindfully trudges through the hallway as not to stub his toe in the darkness.
With four Ibuprofen and a sandwich bag full of ice for his mouth, Al heads into the living room. Flicking the television on low, he drops down onto the brown leather sofa with the ice baggy draped across the bottom half of his face. It's instant relief from the stinging pain. Maneuvering onto his side, he gathers the blanket around himself like a protective cocoon and holds the cold baggy to the bottom lip.
Late night television has never been Alphonse's favorite activity. Honestly, watching TV altogether was never his forte, but it's something to listen to in the otherwise quite apartment. The stillness is near deafening, and draws in the walls around Alphonse. It's suffocating and the quiet hum of people talking on the infomercials is pleasant. Almost like someone in the room with him having a private conversation.
It's late and Al's eyes burn and his brain wants to shut down. He just wants to forget about the day, and all the problems along with it. . .
Before he even knows, his eyes are drooping shut and the world is bleeding out.
This is how he finds himself in the morning. The TV flickering mutedly, his neck in an awful kink and an empty bag of water busted open, soaking his head, neck and chest in tepid water. The couch feels slippery and the sheets tacky, and his mouth throbbing to high-hell.
All in all― it's a miserable feeling.
His alarm clock is screeching from his room. The shrilling sound filling the apartment, signaling it's time to rise and get ready for his eight o'clock class.
'Oh, ugh… I feel like crap…' Alphonse thinks sitting up with a groan as the damp sheet falls around his lap. Rubbing the heels of his palms into his burning eyes, the screeching sound of the alarm clock grows louder and even more obnoxious by the second.
"Alright, alright I hear you…" Al bemoans, rolling his shoulders as he tries to stretch his sore muscles loose. With another groan falling from his mouth, Alphonse flings the sheet from his body and clumsily rolls off the couch to stand.
His riven lip complains painfully. He needs to take something (and soon) for the pain, but he could already tell his mouth wasn't nearly as swollen as the night before. '―but hell, it still hurts.'
Stepping into his room, the screeching alarm clock is even louder. With a press of a button, the sound ceases to a stop and silence ensues.
["…best if we live separate lives."]
Edward's voice echo's through Alphonses with the silence following him in the room. The sadness wells up almost frenziedly in his chest, making his heart ache just as much as the physical pain of his smarting mouth. The memory alone of watching Edward walk away is excruciating enough, but it's the words that struck true for the young male.
Alphonse remembers the wretchedness brimming in his brother expression as he turned away from him. Red rimmed lashes and tears catching in his brother's normally hardened golden stare. It hurts. But mostly it's heartbreaking to watch; knowing Edward is deliberately keeping himself at bay.
Alphonse's insides run cold with the memory, plummeting his heart into his stomach.
Al truly, and madly, irrevocably loves his older brother, and there's nothing he can do to make the madness of his love stop. The worst part, a section of himself, wants nothing more to hold onto that love and explore it for all its worth. But he simply can't; Edward has finally pushed him away entirely and turned his back on him, and that's the reason it hurts Alphonses the worst. He wasn't wanted enough in the end, his love wasn't enough to fight for in the end. Edward had simply given up everything . . .
With a shake of his head, Alphonse banishes the thought from his brain. He needs to get ready for class. It starts in an hour. Detrimental thoughts were not proactive, let alone not helping the matter at hand.
It was going have to be put on the backburner.
'Finals are in a week,' he reminds himself astutely. He needs to focus his attention into important matters.
His education would have to take the front runner in his life. He has no time for idle worries of things that would never come to pass. Edward walked away, and he wasn't coming back. It's past time for Alphonse to move forward. Even if the thought of doing so, hurt worse than any metaphysical wound committed against him.
Alphonse has reached a point of no backward glances. Edward has lain the stone for a path Al would now have to walk down alone. It may have not been his decision, but invariably it has become his outcome.
Alphonse knew confronting Reese would be difficult, but the moment they make eye contact across the quad at school, Al realize abruptly how difficult explaining himself is going to be. His stomach twists and turns at the heat simmering in those green eyes gazing on his bruised face.
"What happened?" Reese's voice hardens as he approaches and takes in the purple bruises flecking Alphonse's mouth. "D-Did that guy do this to you?" he asks raising his hand to touch Alphonse's split lip, before thinking better of it and lets his fists fall to his sides like heavy weights.
Alphonse couldn't help his flinching. His eyes falling to the ground. "Yes. He's―"
Reese angrily interrupts, both of his large hands coming to rest on Alphonse narrow shoulders. "―you should've let me deal with him."
Alphonse breaths out Reese's name with a shake of his head. "That w-would have just escalated the situation quicker. If you let me explain―"
"―and you getting hurt in the process didn't?" Reese demands, his hands leaving Al's shoulders to cup his thin neck with warming palms, his lengthy thumbs brushing along the smaller male's jaw.
"There was nothing you could do."
"Yes, there was. I-I could've…"
"―what, defended my honor to my own brother?" Alphonse lets out an ill-disposed laugh. He takes a step back, making Reese hands fall from his body. "I don't need a knight-in-shining-armor, Reese. I can defend myself. I've been doing it for years…"
Reese face twist into what appears to be confusion. "W-wait. Back it up there. Your brother?"
Alphonse blond brows strum together. "Yes. Who did you think it was?"
"Y-your boyfriend?" Reese says it like it is the obvious answer.
Alphonse felt manic laughter bubbling in his chest. The irony in that statement alone. 'If only Reese knew…' he thinks letting the small caustic smile tug on the corner of his mouth but then thinks better of it as the scab pulls tight, and itches from the strain.
"I already told you, I hold no ties to anyone." 'At least not any longer… that is.' Al mind adds on silently with the lie tasting sour on his tongue.
Reese shakes his head and huffs a breath, "I k-know, I just thought―"
"―what? That I was lying to you?" Alphonse speaks suddenly sounding irate.
"No! No, that's not it Alphonse." The taller male pauses to rub the back of his neck while looking off in the distance. "I j-just thought…" His hand drops back to his side and his eyes raise to look back towards Alphonse. "Honestly; I don't know what I thought. All I know is I was worried… am worried for you."
Alphonse anger bleeds from him as he reads the genuine concern in his taller friend's eyes. 'I don't deserve this kindness.'
Somehow Al finds the will to smile slightly through the weight sitting on his chest. "There's no need. I'm fine."
"… but he hit you, Alphonse."
"And I hit him." Alphonse hisses, his anger gaining momentum again. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm himself down before speaking again. "My brother and I are both at fault here. We let our argument get out of hand. We both said things that are unkind and should have been left unsaid. Frankly, I don't want to talk about it anymore. He's moving out and we are going to live separate life's, and everything will be better from now on.
"So, can we please stop talking about him…?"
Reese face softens as he exhales Alphonse's name with a wet-sigh, "Sounds like you practiced that in the mirror."
"I might have…" Alphonse eludes with a small humorless laugh. Turning around he begins to walk away, at the third step he turns and looks over his shoulder towards his taller friend and asks if he's coming.
Reese smiles widely as it stretches the length of his face. His bright green eyes vivid in the sun light.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." He announces and jogs to catch up with Alphonse. He weaves his fingers into Alphonse's with no preamble, and smiles affectionately as Alphonse looks towards their joint hands and then up into his friend's brilliant face. He squeezes lightly, accepting the hold before they both continue to walk, hand in hand towards Alphonse's apartment.
It just… it just felt good to be wanted.
Time flies by in a blink of an eye and before Alphonse knows it, finals are upon them. By the end of the long, and tiring week of never ending testing, Al feels as if he has accomplished something major in his life. With optimism backing him firmly. He knows he's aced all his final projects.
For the first time in the longest time Alphonse feels alive (and dare he say, happy?)
That is until a conversation over the phone with his brother unfolds Edward is moving his things out of their apartment and permanently into Heiderich house by the end of the weekend.
It's the conclusion of the Elric brother living together and it hurts Alphonse, deeply to think of his brother living somewhere without him.
'I am not wanted…'
The night Edward moves out it is utterly heart breaking and totally awkward.
Heiderich comes with Edward and Ed barley speaks to Alphonse, let alone tries to maintain eye contact. It's like they were both strangers to one another, and Edward does everything in his power to ignore the obvious elephant in the room.
Alphonse is overcome with relief when Reese shows up at his door unannounced, with cartons of Al's favorite Chinese food from the hole-in-the-wall restaurant from down the road.
They sit at the kitchen table playing Magic the Gathering while eating, as Ed and Alfons move and clean Edward's bedroom of belongings. The air is full of tension, and sideways glances, everyone dancing around on eggshells and it's disgustingly awful. By the time Edward leaves, Alphonse has drawn within himself to abide the tears which wants to flow freely.
It marks the first night Reese spends the night.
Nothing happens between them; at least nothing sexual. Reese merely senses Alphonse's sorrow, and gathers him in his arms and holds the smaller male till they both fall asleep watching a Bruce Lee movie.
Alphonse never cried and dreams of happier times of his life.
The process is repeated almost every night for weeks, because it feels right and soon after, Alphonse realizes he's in a sort of semblance of a relationship with Reese. An unspoken promise held fragile between each other.
It wasn't till the fourth week marker of them spending as much free time together as possible that Reese tries to kiss Alphonse. It's innocent, chaste, and all together not undesirable.
It simply feels good to be wanted and not utterly rejected.
Complete and final.
Edward didn't want Alphonse, doesn't even want to be his brother.
He's gone. He's not Alphonse's, never really was to begin with.
And Al is completely unprepared for how numb it leaves him feeling.
Reese helps and if feels good to be to be sought after, at least by someone, if not by Edward.
Of course this changes the moment, Reese's and Alphonse relationship dives head first into something more than simple, sweet kisses…
Teeth drag across Alphonse's pout, coarse and thrilling, before a gentle whisper of lips soothe the sting away, teasing subtle gasp from Al's throat. Alphonse feels almost lightheaded. He reaches out to steady himself, to anchor himself to the taller male's shoulders, drawing him in. A knee press between his legs, giving him a bit of support but also giving him the stimulation where he needs it most. The thigh moves gently, rubbing him exactly the right way to draw heated sounds of pleasure from his lips. The silver stud flicking against Al's tongue adds an extra layer of electricity to the kiss, the fire burning even hotter, and Alphonse chases Reese pierced tongue, feeling it periodically clacking against his teeth.
He thinks he might fall if he doesn't hold on, though they are already mostly on the floor of the living room. Having been playing a heated game of *Mario Kart 8 together before things escalated quickly with deft touches and playful shoves. For a moment Alphonse is worried Reese will try and flip him over and he tenses, but Reese merely keeps kissing him and rutting against him fully clothed.
And it just feels good to be wanted…
Breaking away from the insistent lips of the other male, Alphonse turns his face, gasping in cool air. Reese's mouth follows to the arch of Al's creamy neck, sucking patterns into the flesh and drawing needy cries from the male beneath him.
"Listen to you," Reese groans. He pants, out of breath already. "Y-you want this?"
There is no shame. No restraint, circling Alphonse. Just the gratifying feelings of being wanted.
It's truly exhilarating.
Reese lips descend from his neck, nipping and teasing as he goes. Alphonse arousal is fierce, and throbbing behind the zipper of his pants; the heat he feels is like embers, growing brighter in his stomach with every touch of Reese talented hands and lips. Nimble fingers unbutton the white shirt he's wearing as the taller males hot mouth moves southwards mapping the skin of his chest and stomach as he goes.
"Tell me Alphonse…" Reese murmurs into the flesh of Al's belly, wisps of fiery breath leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake.
"I want to touch you?" he asks in a question, fingers trailing the length of Al's pants as they skim the waist band, teasing with the gentle touch.
Alphonse tips his head down to look at Reese; knowing his cheeks are flushed and eyes bright with want.
"M-must y-you ask, every time?"
Alphonse feels Reese smile more than he actually sees it. Feels the chuckle against his skin, and gasp as Reese's sucks the skin of his exposed hip bone for his cheeky response.
"You know the answer to that question, sweet heart." Reese slyly husks as he tugs the zipper of Al's jeans down. Fingers playing with the slit of his boxers. "Well Alphonse…?" he purrs staring up the length of his boyfriend's body, not moving further until he receives an answer form the slighter male beneath him.
'God, his hair is ruined, and his mouth looks completely fucked… I can't look any better…' Alphonse thinks while biting his bottom lip and pushing the side of his burning face into the plush carpet, knowing from past experiences with Reese, the taller male would not continue until he has Alphonse expletive consent. With a heart caged in his chest like a sparrow trying to escape, Al nods his consensus. Reese's smile spreads on his plump lips with his hand dipping into Alphonse briefs to grasp the base of Al's cock.
Alphonse is overcome, his entire body engulfed in fire, the flames licking outwards from his crotch and into his stomach. Alphonse's hands finds their way into Reese's already ruined hair, letting them scratch his scalp. Reese groans, his fingers flexing around the engorged length in his hand.
Reese leans his head back down, continuing his trek, passing over Alphonse's abs, a studded tongue tracing the line in the center, past the divot of his belly button, delving down a thin swatch of blond hair, like a sign pointing towards a favorite treat.
Alphonse breath comes out in a swift pants, a gasp leaves his parted, wet lips when Reese's mouth engulfs the head of his erect penis, and the sensation spreads through his stomach and the rest of his body as Reese begins to work him amply through his pleasure.
Al wants to close his eyes, feels that would be the respectable thing to do, but he cannot bring himself to stop watching the pleasing sight of himself sinking into Reese, pink, swollen mouth. Can't stop listening the wet sounds of Reese's lips and throat are making as he's pulled out and then sucked back into the velvety warmth. And that tongue, that fucking wickedly, pierced tongue dipping into his slit…
Their relationship is still such a revelation to Alphonse. 'It just feels so… so good to be wanted for being me…'
His chest feels both tight and loose, like his insides are floating but trapped in the cage of his ribs. He feels his heart beating faster and harder with Reese's movements, and it only increases with ever wet-stroke of his flesh.
That is until, a wandering hand dips around his waist and a dry finger drags across his puckered entrance. It's like the cold hands of reality grips Alphonse's spine, and sends a jolt of panic surging through his system.
'No…'
"S-stop!" He cries out, lurching himself away from Reese's touches and into the wall at his back. "I-I-I can't…" Alphonse manages to blurt out through anxiety clawing his insides raw. A mantra of, 'wrong, wrong, wrong,' playing in the back of Al's head.
Reese features twist into confusion, his green eyes widen with shock with a slight affronted gleam in them as if he done something terribly wrong. That is until he takes in Al's quaking form and his wide, scared eyes and he just knows; this isn't his fault. Alphonse is dealing with an inner demon.
"Al. Sweet heart," He expresses with only concern lining his smooth voice. The mood is entirely gone now as he gathers the shivering boy into his arms. Tucking his head under his chin and just merely rocking him. "It's alright I have you…"
After a few moments of merely rocking together and soft hands stroking Al's back; Alphonse feels the chaos calming down inside himself and he can manage to breathe again.
Lifting his head from Reese's shoulder, he feels an amber blush coming over his cheeks. Somehow in the pandemonium of his nervous breakdown, Reese has accomplished moving Alphonse to straddle his lap. It's a little disorienting to realize how out of control he's is not to notice being maneuvered in such a way.
"I-I am so sorry." He groans in embarrassment, not looking towards Reese. "I don't know what came over me."
"Alphonse, you don't have to―"
"Yes, I do. I am mortified." He blurts out, finally looking Reese in his green-grassy eyes.
"Well you shouldn't be." He smiles gathering Alphonse hands into his larger ones to bring them in for a warming kiss. "I understand…" Alphonse face grows hotter at the sweet touch of Reese's mouth on his fingers. It such an innocent movement, with so much emotion backing it. It fills Al's heart with such warmth.
'–it feels so good to be wanted.'
It's not until the fifth week after Edward moves out that Alphonse sees his brother, it's only for a brief moment through the apartment window. Heiderich had dropped off a manila envelope full of personal information of Alphonse's, (birth certificate, social security card, medical insurance) as Edward apparently waits in the car for his friend.
When Heiderich finally leaves, Alphonse moved towards the window and through the large gap separating them, Edward and Al made eye contact.
Alphonse heart sunk lowly towards his toes with something aching deep in his chest. Unexpectedly he couldn't breathe and his legs felt strange and he found himself sinking to the floor, just sitting there and trying to breath, not hyperventilate, but even that was too much for him. He ended up laying down next to the window, wet lashes and not able to catch his breath.
It turns ugly rather quickly.
Rapid thoughts of degradation.
'Brother doesn't even want to see me…'
'I'm not good enough…'
'Not wanted…'
'Whore…'
'Slut…'
Alphonse is completely unprepared for how fucking devastating his thoughts are and how much they tear through him. Leaving a hollowness in the center of his being.
He tries to tell himself this time… this time, will be last time he'd cry over Edward, but he knows deep down in the center of all his sorrow, pooling into one giant cesspool of agony, this time wouldn't be the last time.
Anything but far from it.
A month rolls by without anything eventful happening, except for Alphonse getting a job at the local pharmacy. His days are spent spilt working during the afternoons and hanging out with Reese in the evenings.
Little by little, the pain of Edward leaving starts to dissipate. The feeling of betrayal isn't totally gone. More along the lines of a scar beginning to fade from time and distance. The house feels a little less empty, the nights are little less painful, and his days are beginning to have color and vibrancy again. He feels as if he could smile without leaving his chest feeling empty and hollow. Truly laugh without feeling gaunt with depression.
It's freeing knowing he's finally committing to move on.
There is no guilt in his new relationship― which is wonderfully freeing.
There is no shame, or feelings of being not good enough.
There is just Reese, and his kind smiles and soft touches. Words of commitment and pledges of fidelity. And its awe inspiring to Alphonse, never knowing the true touch of a lover, except for what he'd felt at his brother hands.
And he now realizes his time with Edward was never real in the first place. -Or that's what he likes to tell himself to get through the pain.-
It's hard not to compare the two.
―Reese to Edward.―
―Edward to Reese.―
They are like two opposite sides of the same coin. There is no comparing them, with Edward's harden exposure and Reese kind and soft ways he goes about everything. It's nearly impossible; but it doesn't mean Alphonse never does.
He tries not to do unnecessary harmful things as such; thinking back on the separation only drudges up preventable pain.
Besides, Reese is moving his stuff over into Alphonse's apartment from his dorm and surly it's unprecedented to think about such things on the day of such importance. It may seem like they are rushing into things; only being in a real relationship for a month or two but Reese needs a place to go and it's only logical.
Reese is graduating this year and moving onto his residence at the local hospital, and his dorm lease is up. He's in need of a place to stay for a while.
And Alphonse, well, he lives in a two bedroom apartment with a vacant room. Technically, it wouldn't hurt to have someone else helping with paying rent.
Since Edward's desertion Alphonse realizes how hard it is to makes ends-meet working on a crappy-low waged job and living alone while having to pay for everything out of your own pocket. Alphonse couldn't wait to graduate, and he could apply for an internship at the pharmaceutical labs.
It's a fanatical distance future, he still had another year of college to get through. The drug store clerk position is just going have to be good enough to abide him for a little longer―.
"Alphonse?" A voice startles him out of his reverie. He berates himself for letting his mind wander at work as he stocks the shelves of Aspirin. He turns to look over his shoulder and Mr. Goldenberg, the older gentleman who runs the store is standing behind him.
Putting down the white box of pills he'd been holding, Alphonse turns to face his employer.
"Yes, Mr. Goldenberg?" he says with a cheery smile.
Mr. Goldenberg is a tall man, he towers of Alphonse but his stature was anything but non-threaten. He is a very kind older man. Round glasses framed his jovial face.
"I just wanted to take a moment to talk with you. I was just in my office and realized you still haven't turned in your social security card. I was wondering, if you could be a dear, and bring it in the next time you come in for a shift. I need to send it out to HR department."
"Oh, I hadn't realized I hadn't brought it. I'm sorry Mr. Goldenberg. I open tomorrow, so I'll bring it then."
"Alright my boy. That sounds just fine." he declares with a smile, hidden by his white, woolly mustache before retreating off the isle Alphonse's working on.
With a deep sigh, Alphonse continues unloading the box of supplies to the correct locations. In less than an hour his shift ends, and he couldn't wait to get home to see if Reese had already started to bring his stuff over from his dorm room.
Walking into his apartment, Alphonse knew instantly Reese had already started moving in. Boxes and boxes of stuff litters the living room.
"Al, is that you?" Reese's voice calls out from the back of the apartment.
"Yeah…" Al hollers back, taking off his jacket and hanging it in the closest, before kicking off his sneakers and making his way towards the hallway. Reese came around the corner before he could even reach his destination and Alphonse is swept into a passionate, sweet kiss.
It makes a giggle escape Al at Reese's insisting mouth… he turns his cheeks and laughs as Reese attacks his neck in little nips and bites.
"S-stop… I stink from working all day." Alphonse playfully complains, trying faintly to push his boyfriend's wandering hands. To no prevail, Reese continues with his assault, before blowing a raspberry to the arch of the shorter male's neck.
"You're no fun!" Reese jests, pulling away from Alphonse's half attempts to get way.
"No, I'm just a mess and would like to clean up before I am assaulted by the likes of you." Al chides with no real scorn in his voice as he swats softly at Reese's shoulder. He leans up on the balls of his feet to plant a chaste kiss on the taller male lips.
Making his way down the hallway, he calls over his shoulder as to how Reese unpacking is going.
Reese replies, "bo~ring, but things seems to be making a triumph return now that you're home."
This makes Alphonse laugh as he enters his room and closes his bedroom door to undress. Pulling off his white uniform shirt, he sets about his room to prepare for a bath, when he abruptly remembers he supposed to get his social security card ready to bring into work tomorrow.
The manila envelope Heiderich brought over with all Alphonses important information sits forgotten on his desk. Deftly he grabs the folder, and opens it. Flipping through all the information, Alphonse locates the blue card, tucked in the back of the papers. He's about to close the folder when something catches his eye. A single white piece of paper in the very back folded in half, with his name scrawled on it in bold-red ink.
Alphonse
Taking a moment he just stares at it. Cautiously, he reaches for it and unfolds it and begins to read.
'Even though siblings share half their DNA, they can share any number of markers in a DNA test. They might match up at all of them or only some. More likely, they will match up at some number in between.
Because these test look at so few markers, by chance, one sibling might end up sharing only some DNA at the markers tested. Or they might not share any DNA at all. Meaning they aren't blood related.
In the case you provided for us Mr. Heiderich, Subject A and Subject B have no known markers matched.'
'0% DNA match'
Alphonse blinks at the paper, not truly understand what he just read, or understanding how it found its way into the envelope in the first place.
A knock at his bedroom door interrupts his thoughts. "Al…" Reese's voice echoes through the wood.
Alphonse hurriedly folds the paper back and shoves it into the manila folder and places it back on his desk. "Y-yeah?" he replies with a tremble to his voice.
Reese must not hear it because he doesn't ask, instead he says, "What do you want to do for dinner? I'm famished."
Alphonse swallows the lump gathering in his throat. "I-I uh… I don't know… you choose tonight." He finally manages to mumble out, still staring at the folder on his desk. His stomach is tied in knots, he suddenly isn't hungry.
"Okay, I'll go pick up some Thia food. I'll be back in a little bit." He volunteers through the closed door, and Alphonse is overcome with relief the door is firmly closed. He knew the panic he is feeling is etched all over his face.
"O-okay. See you in a few."
Alphonse could hear Reese feet retreating from his bedroom, down the hallway and out the front door.
He waits a few beats before he tore back into the folder to rereads the words on the single piece of paper.
'In the case you provided for us Mr. Heiderich, Subject A and Subject B have no known markers matched.'
'0% DNA matched.'
Those words sent chills racing down his spine. 'What does this mean?' Alphonse questioned silently, 'what in the hell did this mean?'
To be continued...
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A/N: I've had some medical issues I've been dealing with, and it's been really hard to focus on writing when I've been in so, much, pain. My doctors have finally found something to help me with my migraines, which is freakin' awesome, but now my nerves in my back are acting up. They have me going to physical therapy, which is no fun at all! It's causes me to be in pain, and have twitches in my lower back. Sorry for the really, really, really later update. I feel horrible, but it couldn't be helped.
