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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Waking
Dreams

Rating:
PG-13
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own
FMA.
Spoilers: End of series.
Setting: A city
near Dublith, Edward was sent out on a mission to capture a serial
killer believed to be using alchemy.
Timeline: A few months
later.

There
was the sound of approaching steps. Uneven sounds on the dirt from
boot-clad feet. One step was hollow, metallic, the next soft and
natural. The steps alternated this way until they stopped at the edge
of the clearing. A boy of fifteen stood there at the edge of the
trees, blonde bangs blown in his face as a breeze picked up and
slowed. Golden eyes gazed fierce and reminiscent at the pole in the
center of the clearing. Red coat rustled with the leaves in the wind,
and the boy didn't move. Just stared, as that boiling hatred and
equally raging guilt rose in his chest. Edward hated this place. This
place reminded him of his father, the one he hated more than anyone
in the world. Until recently at least. It was only recently after all
that he found out the truth. And that was why he hated this place. He
knew that not far off to the west was an empty and barren field. He
knew that field once was a village. He knew that village was the
first sacrifice that began four hundred years of pain and suffering
for this world's people. That village had been used to create the
first Philosopher's Stone. And there his hatred came around to a full
circle again, for it was his father who created that stone. He had
seen another world on the other side of the Gate. At first he thought
it was "Truth" but he was wrong. It was Hell. Edward hated
this place.

Lost
in bitter memories, Edward didn't even hear the approaching steps,
and stood firm, gloved hands, one metal and one flesh and blood,
shoved into his pants pockets. Again the wind blew.

The
stranger's gaze traveled to a lone figure but he had passed it to
stand near the rocks, and the pole, he slowly reached in the side of
his cloak to take out a pen and small notebook, he held it up and
started to make small notes on the area.

He
hated this place. But then why had he come here? Edward was torn from
his thoughts as another figure stepped past him, and he caught a
glimpse of golden eyes. The surge of hatred, guilt, and remorse took
him by surprise. But there were no golden blonde wisps of hair that
fell past that hat, only the faint hint of brunette. Not even
realizing it, Edward heaved out a sigh of relief. The eyes might have
been the same, but this man was no relative of his. He was thankful.

There
was a flash of blazing helium in Edward's eyes and the smell of fire
and blood filled his nostrils. He could almost feel the heat. And
then it was gone. Just like that, it was gone. The Zeppelins...the
rotting body of his father...this other boy named Edward Elric.

Edward
shivered slightly, face paled as he turned his back on the clearing.
Uneven steps faded away into the distance as the blaze of red fabric
disappeared from sight.

-------------------------------

Edward
sat there outside the study door, eyes showing a hollow soul, a dull
amber, shock and disbelief. He had just seen two men die right before
his eyes and in the same instant vanish into thin air. Shock was
understandable.

There was
the tapping of shoes on the stone floor, and a black-clad figure
stepped up to the door of the study, staring in awe at the mess. He
turned upon hearing the rustling of fabric behind him, and golden
eyes met amber. "Edward...? Did....you do this?"

The
blonde simply stared in shock and awe, this had to be a dream, a
nightmare. He stepped forward slowly, reaching out towards Cain. "Is
it really you? Is this real? I just...you just..." Edward
composed himself. "I...didn't do this...but I suspect I know who
did..." The alchemist stepped past Cain and into the study once
more, clapping his hands together and touching them to the ground as
the room returned to its previous state. "There's a man who's
been after your life...I came here to follow him...and just hours
ago...I watched you die right before my eyes...right over there..."
A gloved hand pointed to the corner of the room.

Cain's
eyes widened. "You're with...are you with...?!" He observed
how the room was restored, taking a step back towards the door.
"Dead? But...I'm...here now aren't I?"

"Who?
I don't know what you're talking about...but take care of
yourself...he's liable to try again...and I don't know...I've seen
people come back from the dead before...in fact..I've died twice..."
Ed walked over to the corner opposite the one he'd pointed to and
took a seat, bringing his knees to his chest. "I don't have
anywhere to go...so I hope you don't mind if I just crash here
tonight..." Without even waiting for a response, the blonde
alchemist was fast asleep.

Cain
stared in shock and shook his head. What was Edward talking about? He
died? That couldn't be right....

------

Edward
awoke to the sound of an explosion, golden eyes snapping open to
stare across the study at the silhouette of a figure outlined in
flames. That cackle could only belong to one person..."Kimbley...."

How
pleasant, to find the little shrimp here! Kimbley was beside himself
with amusement, first this castle, then he'd make the boy into the
perfect bomb to finish the job! His hands were placed against the
floor, as the look of stone began to shift black, outwards around his
hands.

Edward
was quick to react, clapping his hands together and slamming them
down to reverse the effect. But he wasn't quick enough to notice that
Kimbley was no longer in front, but behind him. He wasn't quick
enough to block the man's hands, and before he even knew it his
vision had blurred, and he felt strangely detached.

Zolof
Kimbley simply grinned. His best work yet! Holding the boy by the
wrist, he flung Ed across the room, gold eyes glittering with
satisfaction and glee at the explosion that followed. His job might
as well be done, Kimbley mused, before heading out of the castle and
into the night.

-----

His voice
was gone...he couldn't speak..he couldn't feel...is this...how he was
going to die? Was this the end? Edward was afraid. His life flashed
before his eyes and his voice returned a split second later. But all
Ed could do was scream. A scream that echoed loudly through the
entire town. And then there was silence.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
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