Battlefield Diaries of Edward Elric
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,052
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Surviving One Last Time
Disclaimer: same old same old
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~chapter one: surviving one last time~
[live version]
Edward Elric emerged from the cabin. His yellow braid and red overcoat moving with the wind, metal limbs showing underneath. He was coming to die, and he knew it. If only for Alphonse, his dearest brother, he would die.
Flames were errupting everywhere. He used his alchemy to create paths. He looked demonic, his red and black wear, and rage-glazed golden eyes. The earth shook as Alphonse came running up to him...or was that just Edward?
\"Ed...you have to do something! It\'s Scar!\"
He concentrated on himself. This was his battle; he started it. Edward now needed to finish it.
He walked through the battlefield, dodging alchemic and violent physical attacks. He finally found Scar, and said, \"Face me, you coward.\"
Scar rolled up his tattooed sleeve. He threw a surge of alchemy at Edward. When it didn\'t faze him, he took out a small handgun, pointing to Edward\'s head. He smiled. He had won.
\"So, what is it, Fullmetal? Me killing you, or stabbing Alphonse\'s soul mark?\"
Edward looked up to him, misty-eyed. \"Kill me, please. Just don\'t...don\'t kill Al...\" The darkened words ended in a pleading whisper.
Scar smiled. \"As you wish. May god Ishbala help thee.\"
As these words were said, a gunshot rang the air. Alphonse called his brother\'s name, without an answer. This may be the end.
Alphonse Elric ran to where his brother should lay, but instead, Scar lay bleeding, Mustang holding a similar handgun. \"Brother!\" he shouted.
He ran to Edward, who jumped in his brother\'s arms. \"I\'m so glad you\'r alive.\" Edward whispered, kissing the metal cheek. He was put down, and they left the dying battlefield, burning, silent, and alone. If only they knew, they would return here, but only to die.
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~chapter one: surviving one last time~
[live version]
Edward Elric emerged from the cabin. His yellow braid and red overcoat moving with the wind, metal limbs showing underneath. He was coming to die, and he knew it. If only for Alphonse, his dearest brother, he would die.
Flames were errupting everywhere. He used his alchemy to create paths. He looked demonic, his red and black wear, and rage-glazed golden eyes. The earth shook as Alphonse came running up to him...or was that just Edward?
\"Ed...you have to do something! It\'s Scar!\"
He concentrated on himself. This was his battle; he started it. Edward now needed to finish it.
He walked through the battlefield, dodging alchemic and violent physical attacks. He finally found Scar, and said, \"Face me, you coward.\"
Scar rolled up his tattooed sleeve. He threw a surge of alchemy at Edward. When it didn\'t faze him, he took out a small handgun, pointing to Edward\'s head. He smiled. He had won.
\"So, what is it, Fullmetal? Me killing you, or stabbing Alphonse\'s soul mark?\"
Edward looked up to him, misty-eyed. \"Kill me, please. Just don\'t...don\'t kill Al...\" The darkened words ended in a pleading whisper.
Scar smiled. \"As you wish. May god Ishbala help thee.\"
As these words were said, a gunshot rang the air. Alphonse called his brother\'s name, without an answer. This may be the end.
Alphonse Elric ran to where his brother should lay, but instead, Scar lay bleeding, Mustang holding a similar handgun. \"Brother!\" he shouted.
He ran to Edward, who jumped in his brother\'s arms. \"I\'m so glad you\'r alive.\" Edward whispered, kissing the metal cheek. He was put down, and they left the dying battlefield, burning, silent, and alone. If only they knew, they would return here, but only to die.