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Les Larmes Pourpres du Péché	By : Mayzen Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, none of the characters (cept for the ones I make up and just conveniently place them in here), places nada. I also make no $ what so ever from writing this, it's just for my own fun and amusement.

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It took a year for Ed to walk on his own again; to get into school. Of course he had been a few grades ahead of anyone else his age. Now seventeen -nearly eighteen- the blonde was as healthy as a horse, limber as a monkey, strong and smart to boot. He was currently sitting at a table in the café he favored with his Malamute; Lorcan. Instead of reading like he normally did; Ed was researching a way to use alchemy and alkahestry -Roselle had always encourage the brothers in their interest of their studies; alchemy included- to try and get some feeling back into his prosthetic limbs. The blonde didn’t take notice of anyone of the female -or male as well- persuasion staring at him lustfully. He was completely oblivious to just how attractive he was. Most were attracted to his mid-back length plaited aureate hair, eyes and lashes. Not to mention his tapered waist, lightly tanned skin and lithe body. His nose -unfortunate for them- was stuck in his books, papers, and rough sketches. Ed tapped his finger against the table while trying to blend the two forms together. It was a little difficult because he couldn’t test it out just yet, he couldn’t try -carving or painting- it on his automail because Winry would scream and rant while beating him over the head with a wrench. He could talk a felt tip pen and draw it on a friend’s leg if she would allow him to do so. If he could only perfect it before Winry came to do her yearly check up on his parts to see if he needed any adjustments on them. Ed soon felt a pair of eyes on him, with a sigh he knew who it was; a bloody annoying spirit named Shay. Although Ed had to admit sometimes the eternally twelve year old spirit was helpful. Along with the spirit the blonde’s ability to see peoples ‘auras’ had heightened over these past years. Edward wouldn’t call himself a clairvoyant but could tell a person’s personality by it, and somewhat how they were feeling at given times. He flicked the lowest hoop earring in his right ear. Said ear had multiple -he had two in his left- hoops all the way to the cartilage; he only changed the two lowest earrings for when he worked. Still thinking he tapped the ball of his tongue piercing gently against his teeth, he talked slightly odd for a little while after he got it. “Ed.”

His gold eyes flickered up to look at gray eyes. “Hi Phoenix.” These two often had lunch when either of them had free time. Her hair was a bright deep red which went well wither light russet skin. The redhead sat down while petting Lorcan’s head and looked at what the blonde was doing.

“Ed what in the world are you doing?”

“Trying to create a circle so people with prosthetics like us can feel things like heat, cold, soft, etc.” Ed clicked his tongue. “Could I draw this on your automail to see if it works?” Phoenix chuckled.

“I don’t mind being your guinea pig Ed, go right on ahead.”

“Thanks.” Phoenix was one of his closest -of the few he had- friends. Even now he still saw the swirl of bright reds, baby pink, bright yellow, pale greens, and white. She is as she was the day they first met. Passionate -although it didturn slightly more crimson during her time of the month, Ed noticed; it was the same with all the other women he knew except for Granny and Teacher- seemed to attract men left and right, creative, happy, optimistic… despite the fact of how she lost her leg and got the scars the littered her body, and a whole host of other things. He soon settled her right -and automail- foot on his thigh pushing the trouser leg up enough to show her faux ankle. With a felt tip pen he drew on the metal then activated it. “How does it feel?”

“…Just tingly like… my leg is numb and asleep.”She answered as she shook said leg a little. Grinning while his faux hand scratched his dogs head.

“That means I’m close to getting it right.” That design was his one of his first ones. The blonde deactivated the circle and wiped it off. He took the sketch he had copied it from; looking at it critically. ‘Looks like you might need to readjust the lines for the nerve receptors.’

Thanks Shay. The blonde thought a bit sarcastically, knowing the spirit was right since he knew almost as much as Ed and Al; since the kid had been following him around since he was twelve.

“So what made you decide to embark on this research?” The blonde looked up from the circle briefly then kept glancing down at it as he answered.

“Well… I’ve been for awhile now wanting to feel the vibrations in my fingers tips as I strum or pluck my guitar, feel things in my missing limbs that I haven’t felt in nearly seven years… but at the same time I want to give others this option as well when they get automail.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he finished fixing a part of the circle.

“So a bit selfish and selfless.”A chuckle. “You are a bit of a conundrum Ed.” He smirked as Lorcan settled his muzzle on his master’s lap. He petted the red and white malamute’s head, while finishing the design. Picking up his pen again and gently moving the dog’s head; he redrew the circle on the woman’s metal leg. This time when he activated it, the redhead gasped at the sensations she hadn’t felt in many years. The blonde waited for the slightly taller female to say something. “Holy shit, its… weird to feel my jeans, socks and shoes against this leg again.” Ed cheered mentally.

“At least it works. When my mechanic comes into town I’ll have her engrave this onto my automail.” Since she would beat me over the head with one of her wrenches if I did anything to her precious automail.The blonde rolled his eyes at the thought. The spunky redhead had an inkling of what her friend was thinking. Soon after they ordered their lunch and ate; talking all the while. These two worked at the same club; the Crimson Elixir along with a few other friends. Ed also fed some meat to his dog, who ate it up gratefully.

Soon after finishing their late meal Ed pulled his watch out of his pocket and glanced at it. Thankful that Shay had been rather quiet while he was talking to her. “I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late.”

“Alright Ed, I’ll see you later.” She said as he hurriedly gathered his things together. The two waved goodbye as Ed ran with the malamute in tow to his Tans-Am special, while the spirit latched his ghostly self to the top of the car.

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Al only smiled as he watched his brother squeal into the school parking lot and up to where he stood. “Hey Al, have a good day at school?”

“Hello brother, yes I had a good day. What about yourself?”

“It wasn’t bad.” The younger blonde didn’t really need to be picked up but Ed wanted too and Al let him, since he did have a permit so the elder let his younger brother drive them both home.

“Al!” The slightly darker gilded blonde turned to who called his name.

“Yes, Russell?” The light blonde panted as he held out a book.

“You forgot this in the class room Al.” Ed raised a brow as Russell handed his little brother the book. Blue-gray eyes caught his slightly cynical saffron. “Who is..?”

“Oh this is my older brother, Ed. Ed this is Russell Tringham.” Russell said a greeting while Ed frowned a little. The taller teen’s -at least taller than himself but not Al- aura was a mixture of different shads of reds, some orange, blues, browns… and a shade of pink. Men usually only had that color if they were homosexual or bisexual… that’s what Ed learned from experience; although not all of them were very open about it. The gilded blonde muttered out a greeting, Russell looked a little downcast. “Don’t mind my brother, he’s usually like that.”

“Come on Al, let’s get going.” The elder blonde spoke as he shifted over into the passenger seat. Al good naturedly sighed said goodbye to Russell and set his bags in the back while petting Lorcan quickly. After getting situated he waved one more time before driving off. It wasn’t long before Ed spoke up.

“You left that book behind on purpose, didn’t you?” Bronze-ish gold glanced at his brother.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about brother.” It sounded almost too sweet and innocent to Ed’s ears.

“I know you Alphonse. You don’t usually leave books behind unless it’s for a reason. Were you trying to set me up?” Al shook his head; laughing a little at himself. He knew he had been caught… he supposed it was a bit too obvious even for his oblivious brother.

“But brother I want you to be happy.” Gold eyes rolled, fondly. “And you aren’t ever going to get any man if you’re always so prickly.” Al had known was gay for years and Ed… well he didn’t hide it but he wasn’t overly vocal about it either; but when asked he wouldn’t deny it.

“I know Al, but don’t set me up with anyone.” The younger’s ears detected something in the elder’s voice.

“Is there someone you already like Ed?” the elder Elric said nothing, as the skin between his brows creased slightly. “There is! Tell me brother.” Forlornly Ed looked out the window.

“Leave it be Al… or shall I tell Winry about your cru-”

“Okay brother.” The younger said a tad quickly, softly and a little sadly. Ed gently cuffed his shoulder knowing Al was only trying to help.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure everything will turnout alright.”

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“Roy!” Midnight blues aggregately looked into yellowish teal. Maes Hughes held one of the ear buds that had been in the onyx haired man’s ear.

“What Hughes?” He may be my best friend but damn sometimes he’s annoying as hell. Hughes gave a half grin.

“Mad about the transfer?” Roy hit the pause button with a sigh.

“Sort of.”Hughes of course sat across from him, but everyone else that had gotten transferred were further back on the train.

“Well one good thing is coming out of this.” Roy raised a questioning brow while snatching his ear bud from the other man’s hand. “We’ll be able to visit your sister.” He does have a point. I haven’t seen her since we were seventeen. The darker brunette nodded slightly while putting the single bud back in his ear. “Still listen to her music Roy?”

“Of course, hearing her play has always soothed me.” Was all he said -and would only admit to Hughes- as he settled back into his seat hitting play; letting the recorded piano music fill his ears.

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In the meditation -as Ed called it- room; there Ed sat shirt, gloves, shoes and socks casted off and lying on the floor; left only in his leather trousers. The blonde was in the middle of the room, sitting on the floor cross legged; meditating. There were two very prominent features on Ed’s upper half and torso other than his automail arm. On his back he bore a tattoo of a dragon and Chinese phoenix, with a lotus in the middle with two cherry blossoms -one black the other white- on branches sprouting from the lotus. He had specifically asked for the louts because of Al; he hadn’t escaped the incident unscathed as he thought. The younger bore a scar in the shape of a lotus over his heart. On his chest was a Celtic designed Flamel; something else that was noticeable was that his left hand had been wrapped something he had gotten into the habit of doing every day but always took it off before showering or going to bed. Both tattoo’s had been designed by a friend of his. The blonde had few close friends… and some acquaintances. Very few of them had realized that he bore faux limbs. Ed had been meditating for nearly an half an hour; he opened his eyes as he stretched his muscles. The redheaded spirit watched from afar as the blonde stood and started to do his daily practice of martial arts along with various flips, cartwheels just to name a few things he did as his exercise. Lorcan was outside currently doing dog things. The blonde often wondered to himself why the hell did he keep the huge dog… but when saw Lorcan as a puppy alone about year ago; He had an Al moment. He couldn’t bear to leave it along all by itself so he had scooped up the little thing and took him home. Roselle had allowed him to keep him but told him that the dog was his sole responsibility, no one else’s. It wasn’t that she didn’t like dogs -she was actually quite taken with Lorcan- she just preferred cats; which she had two and Al had a kitten from the pair.

After an hour of practicing and mock sparring with a punching bag.Ed was seating which caused his make-up to come off a little. Normally Ed as soon as he walked in the door wiped it off since they often didn’t get many visitors Ed had encounters with. But these days with Roselle’s students and some of Al’s friends coming over it got to be a dad of a habit to leave it on. Picking up a towel the blonde wiped off the perspiration and make-up off his skin. The circle over his middle peeked out seductively from under his leather trousers. Ed hung the towel around his neck as he ambled over to his room. His hand grasped at the neck of his acoustic -which was next to his customized electric one- guitar. He laid it on the bed on the way to the shower. What one would notice about Ed’s room would be the slight plainness of the room, with only a few photos of the people closest to him… would be all the lava lamps around the room. All of them but two had been made by Ed himself; the two that were store bought were for Ed to research since he had been intrigued by them since he saw one soon after Roselle had taken them in. The ones Ed made did not run on electricity but alchemy; the matrix was a low -but hot enough to get the stuff in the lamps going- heat fire alchemy with a bit of a timer so it would turn off within an hour of the circle being touched. The blonde still made them from time to time but it was mostly during the first 2 years of living in the residence. The only other noticeable things about the room were the sheer amount of books in bookshelves, spanning all -with an antique Victorian cylinder top secretary desk and of course bookcase on top filled with books; his alchemy research and homework in the drawers which were of course locked up- four walls. The room was rather spacious with high ceilings; he had a tall ladder on wheels to each the books that were higher up. Most of his alchemy books were in or around the secretary desk book case; and within reasonable reach if Ed needed them. As for the other books the subject matter was considerable and varied.

While in the shower he thought about what his brother asked about. It was true Ed had a crush on someone but the one he liked was eleven years his senior. Not to mention their guardian’s brother; the first time he had seen a picture of him was soon after they had started living with her. Her father had taken lots of pictures when Roselle and her brother; Roy were kids. Ed was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a picture of him -that was years old- fresh out of the military academy. It was only when Ed hit puberty did any fantasies he had turned sexual. Not that really Ed cared about those things, he was almost eighteen why should he and Roselle had already said she wouldn’t care whom he dated. But Ed didn’t really see himself all that attractive… sure he knew wasn’t exactly bad looking but not as stunning as the man he had a crush on. He often fantasized about what the man looked like under his military uniform. He chastised himself; he didn’t need to get a boner right now. The metal plates of his automail grinded a little as he moved to clean his flesh. The metal limbs were the main reason the blonde didn’t think many would find him all that pleasing to look at. While Ed didn’t mind the fake limbs or scaring; he didn’t think anyone -including one Roy Mustang- would find the scars and metal appealing. Saying Ed was oblivious was an understatement, it was more like he was blind to looks and subtle flirting; they would have to be quite up front about it and it would still confuse him as to why they were attracted to him off all people. Another big reason was fear; if he were to get close to anyone he would have to eventually tell him why he had the automail, the scars on abdomen and face…. He’d had already taken a great risk in telling Roselle what had occurred that night; but she had only smiled and embraced the boys. He knew she would go to any lengths to protect them and hugged they her back.

He quickly dried himself when he finished. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers then pulled on his trousers -leaving them completely undone- and only draped a button up shirt left unbuttoned. He sat down on his bed, picked up his guitar and started to play. He remembered the first time he got interested in two instruments in particular. The first one he essentially fell in love with was the piano. It was soon after they came home with Roselle; Ed was laid up in bed while Al was at school. That’s when he heard her playing it downstairs. It soothed him and wanted to play himself. Ed was determined to make it part of his rehabilitation. Later on that when he asked Roselle about teaching him how to play she was delighted to say the least. The guitar came soon after when some of her friends came over they worked in a night club in town. While talking to the man who played the electric guitar, Ed found that it interested him and asked if he could play some notes. The elder man grinned and his eyes twinkled. Agreeing and Ed watched while he played; he liked the sound and it would be good fir his fingers. It was then he wanted to learn how to play this instrument too, so he asked and the elder agreed, again with a grin.

As Ed continued to play he thought about the alchemy circle around his belly button. He was still studying it, trying to figure out what it said… but knew what it was for to say the least; he found that out soon after puberty set in. Roselle always took them to her personal doctor; Jett Lis. He was a man who knew how to keep his mouth shut. Dr. Lis didn’t ever discuss them with anyone but them. He was the one who discovered that Ed was a hermaphrodite. The blonde was floored to say the least; he had most definitely been born a boy. Before he went to the doctor he had been wondering why the hell he was so freaking -more so than usual- moody like a girl who was on her period and had PMS. The dark haired doctor had told the young man that the uterus was in working order and was able to conceive children with another man. Gilded eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when Lis told him that then instantly looked at the shirt covered circle. Good thing I’m gay… although Lis told me I could also get a girl pregnant. He shivered at the thought. That’s one thing he wouldn’t consciously ever do. His metal nails continued to pluck at the strings while thinking all that. He was a good guitarist and pianist but he only composed one piece of music. It wasn’t long before the blonde opened his mouth and started to sing what he heard for the first -but he felt it wasn’t- time when he was eleven.

Ofahsah shvai chib iiho

Ii no liibe piihe chib iihos

Ahnce se sono ee umbre

Niiet kushii daho thain ahges

Sono tujur ahkii dah huren

Daho voso slezahs

Son puet bii nahcost ee iil

Umbre no Lumis

Dem sono yahnwahn ahkii

Bii wahng o thii

Liisto daho prende vos

Edaho liibe shobis ahblahnch borshah

Son fahz tujur cheruhn vos tutii

Liibe piihe chib iihos

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Here is the pronoucation guide for the little song and I'll just do the lyrics in order:

Oh-fah-sah sh-vai* ch-ib ee-ho

Ee noh lee-beh pee-heh ch-ib ee-hos

Ah-n-keh seh soh-noh eh* eel

Oom-breh noh Loo-mis

Deh-m soh-noh yah-n-wah-n ah-kee

B-ee wah-ng oh th-ee

Lee-stoh dah-oh prehn-deh vohs

Eh-dah-oh lee-beh shoh-bis ah-blahn-ch bohr-shah

Sohn fahz too-joor cheh-roo-hn vohs too-tee

Lee-beh pee-heh ch-ib ee-hos

*when a is before i it makes an I sound like (ai)sle and when you see doubles other than ii it's extended sound. Oh and the TH in thii is pronouced like THee not THigh.
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