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Smoldered Gold	By : WithoutAWord Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1073 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the things you see in the story� I wish it was more complicated, but, it�s not� Haven�t a clue where I found the little piece below, but� thought it was interesting. I do not own any characters, well, the ones you know, at least. I do own Parker, Ollie, Damon, and the others, though, but you probably won�t see them again very soon�Parents, please note that I am not responsible for what your brats read (^^ a little humor), so if you don�t want �em reading this, then block it or something�

Warnings: Well, we�ve gotten to my favorite part (and if you can�t hear the sarcasm, then you�re deaf) of these things. Well, for this you should note that there is some adult language, violence, assault against minors, suggestive themes, adult content, and considerable non-con of the m/m variety. If you are under age to be reading this, read at your own risk; I don�t really care one way or the other. If you do not like any of these warnings, please do us all a favor and click the back button. I don�t like being complained to that my story sucks, or the contents are disgusting� I particularly like m/m, so you can just not read this; it�s your choice. Flames will be ignored, for the most part.

Please note that the completion of this story will not happen, as I get very bored and distracted easily� Chapters would have probably taken forever to finish, as I am easily distracted�

Don�t forget to avert your eyes,

To turn away from here,

Or you�ll have to witness as your purity dies,

And your smiles fall surrounded by fear�

~~'

*Past*

Rain pelted the ground as if trying to wash everything away. The wind howled and blew the rain around, making it almost like a blanket, making sight difficult anywhere passed a person�s nose. A two-story house looked slightly worse for wear as the storm battered it. A man in a soldier�s uniform stood yards away, looking at the house, as if sensing that something was about to happen.

�Something foul is in the air[1].� he muttered.

That�s when the house began to glow an eerie purple color.

***

Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric put their hands to the edges of the transmutation circle, Edward grinning ear to ear as the area was filled with a golden light rising in a twister-like motion from the ground. A few flashes of light acted much like small lightning bolts. And then it happened. The golden lights turned blood red.

Those close enough to the house could make out the words shouted.

�AAAAALLLLL!�

There was a pause and then--

�NOOOOOOO!�

For those miles away� they could still here the almost inhuman screams�

***

*Present*

Continental Calendar: June, 1914

Edward Elric aged 15 Alphonse Elric aged 14

Taisa Roy Mustang answered the phone on the second ring, listening to what the person on the other end said.

�Yes� I understand� General Nasagawa and his daughter are going on the train? Why don�t you� of course� Full Metal will be on too� He�s returning Monday� Of course he can handle it� Yes sir! Goodbye sir��

He hung up the phone.

***

He hated returning to Central to turn in his reports. The trains were always overfilled and the seats were not the most comfortable to sit in. The ticket man would always treat him like a child, asking where his parents were, that a young man shouldn�t be getting on a train by himself. Usually he�d blow up at the man, then try his best to clobber the man into unconsciousness and that�s when Al would become involved. But this time the man had gone much too far�

Then there was the waiting to get to the destination. A train ride from wherever he happened to be at to Central was always at least three days away. If the first class seats weren�t so expensive, they�d probably have a better time on the damned things.

Growling, Edward Elric stomped towards the back of the train to find an empty pair of seats. Finding one finally, he moved to it to save the spots, waiting for his brother to appear. He was probably taking longer to apologize over and over for his brash actions. Scoffing the actions, Ed threw himself onto a stiff red velvet seat, laying across one whole seat in a reclined position. A minute later Alphonse appeared next to him, and if he wasn�t just a suit of armor, he would have been blushing shamefully.

�Brother!� Al said in his child-like echoing voice, �You shouldn�t have transmuted his uniform into a dress like that in front of everyone even if he called you a, uh, girl--� Ed then blocked out the rest of his embarrassed brothers� rant. When the train started moving ten minutes later Ed was already sleeping, to make the trip as bearable as possible. Sighing, Al turned his head towards the window to watch the passing scenery.

Of course peace and quiet would never be with these two for long. Three days into the train ride, seven men, who had decided to sit in the cart the Elric Brothers were in today, dressed in camouflaged pants and blue shirts with handkerchiefs covering their mouths and guns, that had been concealed before, in they�re hands stood up. Where they had hid the guns would be a mystery to Al, since he had not been paying attention, but the outfits had just made them look like a group on a trip trying not to lose a member�

�Alright everybody! Hands in the air! This is a robbery!� One man with a shaved head said, firing up into the ceiling. Many screams answered this, but Ed stayed sleeping and Al groaned.

�Not again.� he muttered, sticking his hands up. One robber had blonde hair and was quite tall- the tallest of the group- and was leering at a few of the people he passed. The three others had black hair, then there was the shaved headed guy, and then a red head. The shaved headed robber grinned at the blonde.

�Don�t be messing with the pick of this litter too long Damon.� The one with the shaved head said. One of the others snickered.

�Oh, I won�t take too long, Sir. Randy would get mad.� the blonde, Damon, said with a shudder.

�Don�t ruin his fun, Ollie. Drake, in one of the other groups will came after you for treatin� his bro like that�� the red head said to the apparent leader of this particular group.

�Yeah, Boss wouldn�t want us to be distracted too much.� said Ollie. While the others continued to bring sacks around, stopping at each seat to collect passengers money and valuables, Damon came closer to their seat until he finally caught a glimpse of Al. An angered frown came across his face.

�Alright buddy! Hands up where I can see �em� What are you doing in armor�� While Damon had said this and paused at seeing the sleeping form. Al, who had feared a repeat performance of one of the last times he�d rode a train, had tried to block his sleeping brother from view, worried that Ed�s temper would flare much too high today after the incident with the ticket man. But Damon had other plans.

An eyebrow raised at seeing Ed.

�Well, I don�t usually choose �em, but this one is quite the looker, he is�� Damon whistled. Moving closer, he ordered Al to stand with his hands up and used the tip of his gun to poke the sleeping beauty. Golden hair, mussed partially out of its braid splayed out around the boy and bangs covered his eyes as he breathed slowly with slightly parted lips as he slept. He was petite in size, looking, perhaps, twelve at the most. A leery grin passed Damon�s face in taking in these details.

The boy would be fun. The poke to a red coat covered arm did not stir the boy, so he poked him again.

�Hey. Hey, you! Boy, Wake up! Shorty! Wake up!� He said, again roughly shaking the boy, this time with a free hand.

The boy seemed to freeze at his words and his eyes snapped open, a fierce growl escaping his mouth, his golden eyes on fire. The last thing Damon remembered thinking was �What hot eyes this boy�s got.� before he met a metal fist in his face from the boy he had been admiring. The others saw this and before anything else could happen Al was forced away from his brother and Ed was surrounded. Ollie helped the bloodied mouth, Damon, up to his feet after slapping him awake. Furious eyes found their way to the angered boy.

�What the Hell is this boy made of?� Damon thought, looking at the boy dressed in a long red trench coat, black, slightly loosened leather trousers, a black undercoat, white gloves, and black boots. Some of the others were holding his arms tightly, but it seemed that the kid was pretty strong.

�You�ve got a strong arm, kid� Parker!� Damon barked at the red head. �Take off his trench coat and undercoat.� He ordered. He had a niggling suspicion of who this kid was.

Parker obeyed and when he was done, the struggling kid had bitten him and kicked him several times. The kid had on a tight, black, tank top on that partially showed his belly. But it also showed what he expected. Prosthetics. Full steel prosthetics�

He then noticed the chain, with a pocket watch slightly sticking out of the kids� pocket. He whistled.

�Woo! He�s a State Alchemist� The Full Metal Alchemist, eh?� He said with a pleased smirk. So the boy wasn�t really so much a boy anymore, but it was just as good. Two of the others looked scared, this kid�s reputation was big�

Just then the phone to the train cart rang. Ollie went to answer the thing while Damon looked at the kid. Other passengers were looking at the kid with hopes in their eyes like they were hoping that he would save them. The armored guy was tied up, though it took Damon punching the beauty in the stomach and kneeing his chin before he would cooperate. The Full Metal Alchemist was bent over, making panting and wheezing sounds as Ollie hung up the phone and turned to the others.

�The Boss says that the train is gonna stop soon. The Heist is going as expected so far.� Ollie said, grinned at Damon, and continued with, �An he says to hurry up with yourself, Damon�� Damon grinned at this and grabbed the Alchemist by his braided hair that was partially undone. The kid gritted his teeth at this, but with a yank, he was stumbling backwards as Damon pulled him towards the door that led to the space in-between the train�s last cart and this one, where some luggage and other things were kept. Ed fought as much as possible, but was unbalanced and they made it in-between the cars where Damon got too impatient. He yanked Ed towards a wall.

When he threw the boy to one of the walls, Ed hitting his back on one of the rails, Ed lurched backwards, yelped when he fell into the rail unceremoniously, but quickly clapped his hands together and there was a crackling of blue light as he touched his mechanical arm and it became a partial blade. He swung the sharp thing towards him, but the gun in his hands clashed in-between Damon and a painful accident. The gun, with a little more pressure on the boys part, was cleaved in half and Damon stumbled back. Parker, who was closest to the still open door, quickly halted the charging boy with a swift bullet to the boys� left leg. There was a sound of metal on metal before the boy stumbled back, blade in front of him to shield him, but when he took another step back with the same left leg, the thing caved in from beneath him.

With a cry of surprise the boy was down, and the armored boy shouted out (they had yet to realize that no one was inside the thing).

�Brother! Brother! Are you okay?!� Al cried out, hearing the actions, but at the angle he was in on the ground, he was unable to see. Other hostages on the cart were deep in their seats, hiding their faces, secretly thankful it had not been them these robbers had picked, yet pitying the poor child that had been picked. Others close enough heard that this was the famous Full Metal Alchemist, knew that he was still a kid.

One of the robbers nearest, helping Damon, ripped off the still gasping child�s� shirt, and Ollie and another, with a little effort, moved forward and yanked the mechanical arm out of it�s place, and threw the useless thing away. When they did this, the automail that was individually connected to Ed�s nerves were pulled harshly apart, pulling a high-pitched wail from him.

�Ohh, that sounded like it hurt.� Damon said with a smirk, The boy lay on the ground on his knees, clutching at the place where his arm used to be, gasping and panting in pain.

�Bastard! What the fuck are you doing?� He snarled at the smirking man, but his pain glazed eyes had an undertone of fear swimming in them. Damon kneeled near the beauty, not worried that anything could happen, and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his face close to his.

�Such beauty� It�s a waste that your missing limbs, Edward Elric, but I�ll try not to let that get to me.� And with that, he claimed the boys� lips in a crushing, demanding kiss. Edward twisted in his grasp, trying to escape, gritting his teeth to keep out the wandering tongue trying to gain entrance in his mouth, making muffled words at the same time. Damon gripped the fisted hair tighter and bit harshly on the red, lush bottom lip, drawing blood.

The others, knowing that they were not needed anymore, went back to their posts.

And that�s when Al was finally able to see his brother again (after shifting around so much as he shouted).

Ed cried out at the bite and Damon took that chance to slip his tongue into the beauty�s mouth tasting him as his hands made fast work on his and Edward�s pants. He turned Ed�s face away and then started licking and kissing Ed�s neck. That allowed Al and Ed�s eyes to meet, and Al doubted he would ever forget the look of absolute fear and anguish that his older brother looked at him with.

With a snarl, very unlike him, Al burst out of his bindings just as Damon let out a disgusting groan of pleasure and Ed let out a scream. The other robbers aimed and fired at him, but the bullets just ricocheted off of him and all around him. Silently hoping that no hostages got hurt, and that Ed wouldn�t get hit either, he got over to the screaming Ed, yanked the disgusting man off his brother, and covered his brother with his body to shield him from the gunfire, ignoring Ed�s shouts to get off him and his, admittedly, weak fight he put up.

The guns soon stopped, as the robbers noticed they were only injuring themselves instead of the armor, before Al, who had been using a piece of metal to scratch a transmutation circle onto the ground, held his hands together left fingers over the right fingers, and touched the thing. It glowed a golden color before a fault-like line made its way to the area with the most robbers. With a small blast they were taken off their feet and Al was helping the injured boy up and pulling his pants up again. Ed was, obviously, only numbly taking action at this time automatically. With his brothers help, he was able to bring all the robbers down, and many hostages were actually helping, quickly tying up the men who had just helped them with their gunfire.

Ed gritted his teeth as he allowed Al to pick him up. The no-longer hostages were keeping guard over the tied up robbers, but many were trying not to look at the boy, trying to ignore what they had been witness to. They made their way out of the cart, and, not going into the second cart next door, Al, while carrying Ed, climbed up the latter to the roof.

***

Mustang hated Mondays. They were exhausting, considering they were the beginning of a very long work week. And the fact that he always spent the weekends dating and partying� well, he was always tired. The train that held General Nasagawa and his ten year old daughter was, at the moment, still on its way to the station. Soldiers situated on the tracks path were reporting in that the train was continuing on its way as scheduled, they just didn�t know if it was in the robbers hands or fine now since the Full Metal Alchemist was still onboard.

There hadn�t been any phone calls from the train of demands, but that didn�t always mean anything. Mustang smirked, knowing without a doubt that Full Metal could handle the situation. Of course, he had no idea how much trouble Ed had gone through those past few days�

***

The other robbers, after a few hours, did come searching to find out why their guys hadn�t responded over their walkie-talkies at the right times, and boy were they surprised. Of course, they didn�t know to watch out for the two Alchemists on the roof of the train, so they were quickly knocked out when Al went through the window and quickly knocked them out. Ed was on the roof, still, trying to put the actions of earlier out of his head while he forced the automail arm back in place. Gritting his teeth, he let out one last shriek before gasping for breath as he unsteadily got back up. Fisting his hand, to test to see if the thing would work for at least until they got rid of the robbers.

Numbly, he stumbled to the edge of the train, climbed down the ladder and then made his way inside the now quiet cart. Some of the people were tying up more of the bad guys while others were guarding them. Al turned to his silent brother.

�Brother. I think we should move to another cart and head the others off. One of the robbers told some of the people here guarding them that there were twenty more, well, before these six, so that leave fourteen in all. Is that okay?� Al said to him. Ed nodded, and Al patted him on the back, but then Ed twitched and backed away from him. With a sad sigh they turned to do the plan, Ed just a little bit away from Al, when they passed Damon. He had been looking out the window until he noticed their reflection. He leered at Ed.

�Well, Full Metal. How are you? Not too sore down there are--� He was cut off from Ed punching him as hard as possible with his automail arm. He was breathing raggedly, golden eyes glazed, with a frightened look in them. Damon groaned, sure that his jaw was broken.

�Why? Why was it me?� Ed thought, and with an almost silent keeling sound, he stumbled away from the tied up man, continuing on the way they had originally headed, shuddering as he felt Damon�s eyes on his form.

***

By the time the train was at the station, soldiers surrounded it, and had their guns aimed straight at it. When frightened people slowly made their way off of the train, and no one seemed hurt, there was a sigh of relief. When General Nasagawa and his daughter came out last, perhaps a little worse for wear, but not injured with nothing but a scrap or two, Mustang was grinning arrogantly. But when Full Metal hobbled off of the train with a worried brother a little behind him, and he didn�t seem to be in a victorious mood, he wondered what had happened. And then as Ed was looking around, he caught sight of Mustang and made his way over to him.

He looked a little different, but he couldn�t place what was so different about him. That was, until he was close enough for his eyes to better be seen. They were hollow and a lack-luster gold, unlike the golden color that he had around most people, or the flashing, fiery gold they were around him. He just stopped in front of him, his automail arm hanging limply.

�Taisa. The criminals are tied up in all the carts. Perhaps seven or five in each. The leader, Randy Setsuna, is in the first class compartment that General Nasagawa and his daughter occupied. There were few injuries: scratches and bumps at the most.� he finished the report in a tired, empty voice, instead of in his usual angry tirade. �The report I was meant to turn in to you today will be turned in later, if you don�t mind. I�ve had a long trip. Sir.� he said this, and to the shock of many who had first-hand witnessed his attitude in the past, and saluted Mustang before turning and walking away. Al watched him go.

�I�m sorry Taisa! Brother had some� trouble on the way here. There was an accident. But the criminals are all there. Please, we will see you again later, Sir.� Al said, bowed deeply, before hurrying after his brother.

It wasn�t until later, after Full Metal had turned in his report from the last town they were in and was gone again that, in interrogation, one of the criminals, a Damon Loo, leering, readily told of his meeting with the Full Metal Alchemist. Then there was what happened in the train compartment that General Nasagawa and his daughter had solely occupied. It seems that there was a little bomb situation that, if Edward hadn�t �given� himself over to Randy Setsuna, then the daughter would have been blown up. It seems that Full Metal had gone through a fight with Randy when the control for the bomb had been taken care of by Al.

Full Metal was more injured than he had appeared�

***

It was just an unlucky action. Nevertheless, from that bad luck, it shattered my brother� I�m not sure that I can stand to see this imitation of my brother, and yet, I cannot help but want to comfort him, but know that I cannot change what has already happened�

It�s hard to see him like this� On his bed in a ball, blocking out the world� I Can hear his silent cries and imagine they are very much like the night we lost everything� I had truly thought we had lost everything possible to lose�

I was wrong�

***

Human kind cannot gain anything, without first giving something in return�

To obtain, something of equal value must be lost�

That is alchemy�s First Law of Equivalent Exchange�

In those days, we really believed that to be world�s one, and only, truth�

[1]- This was directly from the show� Roy Mustang does say it� And in the manga, it is not said

A/n: There� done� It�s a one shot, what�cha expect? I don�t feel I would be able to complete it, considering I haven�t got a plan� I guess if some one was interested, they could think of something to go with this.. I doubt it though�
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