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What Lurks Beneath	By : RotSeele Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male > Roy/Ed Views: 1878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Lurks Beneath
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Epilogue
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One
“Are we gonna die down here?”
Envy lifted his head away from the stone slab he sat against and carefully turned his gaze down. Even in the dim light he could make out strands of blonde resting in his lap. Slowly, Envy reached to take Edward’s automail hand in his and felt the smaller body shaking. He could lie to the brat, lie like he’d done since he’d met the Fullmetal pipsqueak. He could tell the kid that of the two of them, only the homunculus would survive. Envy slowly inhaled and put his other hand on Ed’s shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze.
“No.” The homunculus said finally. “We’re not gonna die down here.”
Ed rolled slightly, his gold eyes staring up in the general direction of Envy’s face. Envy felt a strange pang of... something - regret, unease, insecurity - as he looked into the young alchemist’s eyes. “You’re sure?”
Sometimes, Envy forgot how young this kid was, how much he suffered and how much he kept the pain inside. Sometimes, Envy forgot what Ed meant to him and his - what Ed meant to a lot of people out there. It made Envy hate this prodigy, hate him with all the passion he could muster. But not right now. Right now, Envy’s survival depended on Edward as much as Edwards’s survival depended on Envy. Besides, Envy surmised, Ed was his little brother. And as much as Envy hated the Elric boys, they belonged to him and only he could be responsible for their deaths.
Envy cocked his head, tried to smile and failed miserably. “I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
Envy let his head go back against the stone and he closed his eyes, wishing he could scream or something. He didn’t want to hear the tired resignation in Ed’s voice! But he had and he did and he couldn’t do anything about it. Fighting with the pipsqueak wasn’t an option, unless he wanted to bring the entire mountain down on them. “Come here.” Envy ordered. He pulled Ed up from his lying down position and wrapped his arms around the boy, giving the young alchemist what counted as an Envy-hug.
Ed buried his face against Envy’s chest and clenched his teeth, feeling ready to just start crying in utter terror. Claustrophobia had already hit once before, and Ed still sported the bruise on his cheek for that outburst. He felt Envy’s nails digging into his arm through his red jacket and unbidden his breath came out hitched.
“We’re not gonna die down here,” Envy said forcefully. “We’re gonna make it out. Then you can see Alphonse again. Hell, may be you can even guilt trip that Flame Alchemist asshole into taking you somewhere nice for a vacation.”
Ed gave a whimpering chuckle. “I though we already established Mustang was straight.”
“Pipsqueak, if you’d seen the way he stares at you, being straight is the last thing on that man’s mind.”
“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about that anymore.”
“You, maybe.” Envy replied with a leer. “But Mustang’s sexuality is still free game to me.”
Envy thought he heard Ed snicker.
He felt automail curl in the fabric of his shirt and knew just how scared Edward was, if a little more so. The homunculus shook his head. Shall we get going again?”
Ed shrugged and pulled away from Envy, gold eyes peering into the dark. “There’s a breeze coming from this way. And I think I hear water too. So if we keep going down this path we’re gonna have to find a way out.”
“Lead the way pipsqueak.” Envy told the young alchemist.
As Ed turned to take them deeper into the cave system, he paused and looked back at Envy. “We’re not gonna die down here, right?”
“Right. Now get moving.”
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” exclaimed Edward Elric, history’s youngest State Alchemist. “That bastard colonel, what does he think he’s doing sending us to a boondocks place like this?! There’s nothing here but socks and dirt and more rocks! When I get back to East HQ I’m gonna give that jackass a piece of my mind!”
“Now, Ed, it’s not that bad.” replied Alphonse Elric, Edward’s younger brother. Not that you could tell by looking at the pair, for though Alphonse was a year younger than Ed, he stood nearly twice as tall, incased in a suit of armor. There was no boy inside the armor though, no flesh or bone beneath that metal plating. The only thing holding the fourteen-year-old Alphonse in his armor was a blood seal drawn by Edward. The seal kept the boy’s soul from departing their world.
Edward Elric, at fifteen years old, held the title of the Fullmetal Alchemist, one of the military’s dogs. His left leg and right arm were fake, the limbs automail replacements for he’d lost his leg trying to transmute their mother back to life. Alphonse had lost his entire body during that nightmarish experience, and Ed had used his right arm as payment to get his brother back.
Together, they now searched for away to restore their bodies to the way they once were, hunting every rumor, myth, and legend about the Philosopher’s Stone. The Stone was a mythical artifact reported to be able to allow alchemists to bypass the very law upon which alchemy was founded: equivalent exchange.
Except right now, instead of hunting down clues to the Philosopher’s Stone, they were in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the dry, dusty lands of the East Area, looking for a man that Ed’s direct superior, Colonel Mustang, was supposed to find.
Ed folded his arms over his chest and glowered at his little brother. “How is this not bad? We’re in a train that looks like it barely passed inspection and we’re in the middle of nowhere! We’ve got four more hours on this damn train and we don’t even know if this... Raymond Goetz will be there when we arrive in Cantos!”
“We could be walking.” Alphonse pointed out. Ed stared at his brother a moment longer before he deflated.
“Yeah, you’re right. But don’t think that it lets that bastard off the hook!”
Alphonse just gave an exasperated sigh but smiled. Unlike his volatile brother, Al preferred a peaceful route to solving problems, and was often a calming force on Ed’s temper. Ed was as passionate as he was violent; Alphonse was the quieter type, the one that planned every detail. Of the two, Alphonse was probably the more dangerous one. Still, Ed’s temper was scraped raw quite easily, whether it was by comments about his height or comments made by the Colonel.
For whatever reason, Roy had quite an easy time of ruffling Ed’s feathers.
“Well,” Ed said finally, stretching out of the seat he occupied, “I guess we have to wait. I wish Mustang would do his own damn jobs. This isn’t delegating, it’s forced labor.”
“I’m sure he has a good reason for sending us, Ed.” Alphonse said, trying to defend that undeserving commanding officer. “I swear, this guy is hiding from the military, right? So if Roy sent soldiers, Raymond would run away or fight.”
“He’s using us.” Ed grumbled.
“You signed up to be used.” Al reminded his brother. “But the Colonel’s been really lenient with us. Remember your last evaluation? He gave you all good marks so we could keep looking for the stone. He didn’t even make you submit a thesis.”
Ed glowered out the train’s window. He hated being in anyone’s debt, especially Mustang’s. “I really hate that man sometimes.”
Al laughed. “Only sometimes?”
Edward slanted a glare at his little brother. “Mustang’s useful, sometimes. Besides, I guess better him than Armstrong or someone.”
Both boys paused to take a moment to reflect on what their lives would’ve been like if Louis Armstrong had come to convince them to join the military instead of Roy.
“Yeah,” Ed said without much hesitation. “I guess Mustang is better.”
Alphonse laughed nervously. “See? Told you so.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Ed slumped in his seat and propped his chin on his fist as he stared at the passing scenery. Alphonse kept quiet company, just listening to the clacking of the train’s wheels.
Ed focused on the distance and mulled over what Mustang had given him to accomplish. His mission - the Colonel’s mission - consisted of locating and apprehending a man by the name of Raymond Goetz. A military deserter turned weapons-smuggler, Raymond knew when the entirety of the military’s weapons were stored at any given time, along with warehouse numbers. A big enough group of men could quickly swarm a depot and its guards, risking loss of life. Which was what Mustang was hoping to avoid. And instead of going himself, he’d sent Ed and Al, citing they wouldn’t get as much attention as a whole battery of military personnel. Raymond was a very spook-happy type of person. If he felt threatened, he’d attack or run, and considering the man dabbled in alchemy it was a pretty good assumption he’d try to hold his ground, even against a State Alchemist. And with that type of alchemist, it was a good bet he’d try to take out everyone and everything in a five mile radius. So, in all practicality, the Elric brothers did have a better chance of getting close enough to Raymond without setting off the warning bells. That was, of course, providing no one in town recognized the boys for who they were.
Ed began to slowly nod off as the train click-clacked its way down the track. Alphonse shifted to sit beside his brother and act as a pillow for the older alchemist. Since Al didn’t really sleep anyway, it worked out for the both of them. They still had a few more hours on the train before their real work could begin.
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