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Alrighty, new fanfic! I've had this idea brewing in my mind ever since I had an odd dream in which Watari convinced Ed to drink milk. I plan to include the scene so I won't reveal how ;P
Somethings you should know;
Pairings: Edvy, (probably) TsuSoka, (inevitably) MurakiTsuzuki, mentions of MurakiHisoka.
Warnings: Spoilers, odd mixture between the FMA manga and anime, Muraki (He needs a warning of his own --;;)
Edward Elric was always bored. Life in Munich was incredibly boring. After his fast-paced, meaningful life as the Fullmetal Alchemist, having to settle down in a new world with no purpose, no goal and no future wasn’t something he wanted. He had Al back, fully restored and cheerful. Ed had always believed that was all he needed to live happy, but he now knew that somewhere along the journey he had found something else he needed and chances are it was in Amestris. Was it Winry? A part of him knew it should be Winry, but he definitely didn’t need her. She was a sister to him, not a necessity.
Having such a burning desire and no way to channel it was horrific. Al had dealt with the new world surprisingly well and had a growing attachment to Noa. Ed wished that he had his brother’s strength and optimism. He knew he wouldn’t be happy until he found it, the strange connection that had him glancing over his shoulder every few steps, the paranoid tingling of being watched all Ed ever found.
Becoming unbearably bored of his existence, Ed began to travel, hoping to find the double of his important person. He had even demanded Al stay behind, saying he, Ed, didn’t want to spoil Al’s new life.
It happened when Ed was in Nagasaki…
It was the most important day of his life.
It was the day Edward Elric, former Fullmetal Alchemist and Hero of the People, died.
His mind cleared and the shame of being so emotion sank in. Ed started to take in his surroundings; a white room, white bed, white sheets, white walls, white curtains. Either Ed had finally been thrown in a funny farm or he was in hospital. Ed opted for the second, though he had no idea what he would need to be in hospital for. The last thing he had known, Ed was merely walking through Nagasaki… he had spoken with a stranger… after that everything was a blur and trying to remember sent migraines rocking through his head. What was that electronic beep? And those horns beyond the window? What were all these sounds? Everything was so loud, so fast… it was like the world refused to sleep.
“What’s going on?” Ed wondered aloud. He slumped back on the soft bed, rolling to his left. A plastic rectangular box marked with glowing lines formed the time. Ed was too sore to even question how it worked. The numbers disappeared for a second, replaced by new ones.
24.07.98
Ed wondered what that meant. The time was only displayed with four numbers, and there were only twenty-four hours in a day – not to mention the seconds. So, logically, that must be the date. The twenty-fourth of July, 1998 (1).
“1998?” Ed shrieked, his eyes wide with confusion. Hadn’t it been 1926 (2) before he slept? Ed shook his head in disbelief. It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t have slept for over seventy years! His skin was still smooth, his arm and leg restored – did they have amazing healing abilities here? And Al… where was Al? Was his brother still alive? If Al was alive and hadn’t undergone the strange anti-aging and memory loss Ed had, he could be on his death-bed any day. Ed had to get back to Munich.
“Al…”
Throwing back the covers, Ed swung his shaky legs to the floor testily. The left leg was so over whelmed with the cold touch it collapsed beneath him. Grunting, Ed scanned the room for his clothes. He couldn’t see any draws in the small room aside from the one to his left; the bed-side table. Letting out a sigh of relief, Ed pulled out the familiar leather pants, black tank-top, jacket and red-rimmed boots. He quickly and clumsily changed. Feeling less confused with some familiar garments and braided hair, Ed went to the sliding door, hoping no doctors were coming. He slid the door open before quickly closing it and walking at a swift pace down the hall. Nothing yet.
The hospital was fairly open; wide corridors, small windows on each sliding door and little to no staff in the corridors. It wasn’t long until Ed found a flight of stairs. Grateful, Ed counted seven flights before he finally reached the ground floor. His newly restored leg was getting less and less sensitive by the step, much to Ed’s joy.
The lobby was a mixture of white and palest blue. Behind a counter were three receptionists. Several people occupied the couches hidden behind magazines and newspapers. Ed was relieved by the slow activity as he walked towards the exit trying to look and act like a normal visitor.
Sadly, Ed’s great act was ruined when the second he stepped outside. The towering buildings, the roar of fast and sleek cars – the world outside was more intense, more rushed and noisy. Ed couldn’t help but gasp in awe. Something roared overhead. Ed snapped his eyes upward, amazed to see what resembled a sleeker, more stylish aeroplane. He hadn’t seen them very often before – was there a war going on, or had aeroplanes become a more common means of transport?
Realising how conspicuous he must look, Ed calmed himself down and continued to walk down the streets of Nagasaki. It seemed that everything had gotten larger and shinier during his… whatever had happened. It had been impressive for the first hour or two, but after that, Ed began to wonder what the modern society was compensating for. Money over morals? Was this world now as corrupt as Amestris had been?
Ed shuddered slightly. There it was again, the paranoid tingling. He had felt like a stalker’s victim for the past fifteen minutes, but every time he glanced over his shoulder he couldn’t see anyone watching him. This was probably a side-effect of such an extended period of sleep.
Sighing lightly, Ed continued on his way down the alley-way. His half-hearted pace was halted when, out of no where, a hand closed tightly around his wrist. Ed glanced down at the pale hand, wide-eyed, before lifting his gaze to the face of a boy no older than sixteen. His face was feminine, framed with brown hair so light it was almost blonde. Cold green eyes glared down at Ed, completely void of emotions. Ed found himself unable to look away.
“Elric… you’re supposed to be at the hospital,” the teenager informed him, releasing Ed’s wrist.
Ed’s head tingled wildly, his vision blurring. He felt like he could collapse, but to do so around a creepy teenager? He had to fight it.
“No I’m not,” Ed replied snappily. He turned to walk away, only to come face-to-chest with a dark suit covered with a white lab coat. Taking a step back, Ed glanced up, meeting a gaze of rich purple.
painhatelongingneedpainlustlovedesirehatemelancholyneedtolovehatelustdesirerevengeneedlovepain
A million emotions pounded through him, his hands gripping his long hair in agony. This was worse than the Gate, worse than loosing his arm and leg, worse than dying. It was like his very existence was being erased, forced together only to be torn into irreparable fragments. Everything blurred together into a white haze before giving in to the darkness.
How long had passed was a mystery to Ed. When he opened his eyes, would another seventy years have passed? Or maybe he’d wake up back in Munich – or, even better, in Amestris.
“…idiot, sneaking up on him!”
“Well, he was going to run away! Hisoka is scary.”
“Idiot!”
“You could’ve been hurt, Hisoka.”
There was silence.
“Tsuzuki… I never felt any of his emotions. That’s why. And, what’s more… his eyes…”
Ed opened an eye slightly, seeing the blurry forms of his attackers.
“…aren’t human.”
“I see…”
“Tsuzuki…”
“Well, we should tell this to Tatsumi.”
“…aa (3).”
The sound of footsteps fading and finally a door closing announced Ed’s solitude. Their words weighed down on him, memories playing constantly through his mind.
“…his eyes… aren’t human.”
“I see.”
“They’re just like your father’s.”
“I hate them!”
“Brother, you have weirdo eyes…”
“…aren’t human.”
Groaning, Ed gazed up at the ceiling.
“What the hell is going on? My head hurts from trying to figure it all out…” Ed muttered.
Silence was his only reply. Ed had never felt more alone. Not in the moments when he though Al was gone, nor when he had crossed the Gate. In those two years he had had Alfons Heindrich and two other Amestris-natives. If Al was dead… he, Ed, was the only one left.
Taking in a deep breath, Ed reminded himself of his mission. No stalkers were going to keep him from his brother!
Ed stumbled out of the room, taking no note of his surroundings. Out of here, down there, open that door, down stairs. Before too long, Ed found himself outside the tall, glamorous building and looking at the rows of cherry blossoms. Wasn’t it summer? Did cherry blossoms bloom in July? Ed was an alchemist, not a botanist.
“LOOK! THE NEW GUY!”
Before Ed had time for a proper reaction, his arms were being clutched by two girls with identical shades of hair – light brown. The one wearing her hair in two long pony-tails observed him with adoring green eyes, the one with her hair out adoring him with blue.
“He’s sooo cute!”
“Tsuzuki was right, he’s so young… how old did you die, fourteen?”
“WHO-ARE-YOU-CALLING-A-SUPER-SHRIMP-WITHOUT-THE-ABILITY-TO-LOOK-HIS-AGE?” Ed yelled, thrashing out of reflex. The girls held on tight, laughing.
“Dammit, let me go!”
“No, you’re going the wrong way!”
“We should dress him up…”
“Great idea, he’ll look so cute!”
They were too strong; Ed couldn’t break their grip. They were dragging him towards the door again. Out of reflect, Ed clapped his hands, slamming one against a wall. To Ed’s shock and horror, a pole started to emerge, soon followed by a golden, wing-style cross-guard and a blade. Quickly grabbing his weapon, Ed swung around, glaring at the girls, ready to strike.
“Yuma… Tsuzuki-san said his partner’s an empath, right?”
“Right.”
“Empaths can do that?”
“I’m not an empath! Empaths aren’t real!”
“…he’s not a Shinigami, is he?”
“Don’t think so…”
“Can’t we keep him?”
“I’m not an object!”
“He could be a potential Shinigami.”
“That’s true. Maybe we’ll get a pay rise!”
“And we’ll still get to dress him up!”
“I’m right here, you know!”
Completely ignoring Ed’s very pointy stick, the girls grabbed him, dragging him back inside. Ed turned the stave horizontally, almost managing to halt the advance. The green-eyed girl took advantage of the moment to wrench it from his grip. Ed huffed, sulking, which was soon followed by squeals over his cuteness. Normally, Ed would’ve been violent over such a statement, but somehow it just rolled off him, like he’d heard it a million times.
Several flights of stairs later and a lot of chatter found Ed’s kidnappers halted outside a door. Ed couldn’t read the sign above it; it was in Japanese. Ed never learnt to read any Japanese.
Green-eyes went in first, followed by a dragged Ed and blue-eyes.
“Look what we found!” blue-eyes announced gleefully.
“I’m not a fucking toy, dammit!” Ed snapped, struggling again to get free. Blue-eyes let him go, allowing Ed to jump to his feet. Unfortunately, his restored leg chose then to act up, leaving Ed cursing on the floor.
“He’s hurt!”
“Aw, poor baby,” blue-eyes sniffed, hugging Ed.
“Go away, you creepy kidnappers! AND I’M NOT SO TINY I LOOK NEWLY BORN!” Ed cried.
“Give him a bit of a break, okay?”
Reluctantly, the girls backed off, allowing the tall, brown-haired man to move forward. He crouched in front of Ed, smiling kindly. Ed immediately calmed at the sight of those beautiful amethyst eyes.
“Can you walk?”
“I could before. My leg’s changed recently…” Ed replied cryptically.
The man looked confused but nodded. “I’m Tsuzuki Asato.”
“Edward Elric. I mean… Elric Edward.”
“Tsuzuki-san, his power’s amazing,” green-eyes said.
“Oh?” Tsuzuki asked, eyebrows raised.
“Where exactly is this?” Ed asked coolly. “And where’s the other guy?”
“This is Meifu – JuOhCho, to be exact. The land of the dead.”
Ed laughed. “No way, when you die you return to the Gate.”
“You’re religious?”
“Atheist.”
“O-kaay…” Tsuzuki replied. “Well, Edowarudo, you’re dead.”
“No, no I’m not.”
“We’re Shinigami, guardians of death. We make sure people reach Judgment.”
“No, no way…” Ed breathed. “I’m not dead and you’re some kind of insane. I’m. Not. Dead!”
Actually, being dead could explain the seventy year time-skip Ed had experienced… but the memory loss?
“Edowarudo…”
“Ed.”
“Edo, what’s the last thing you remember before you were in hospital?”
“Talking to a stranger. He was foreign too, and looked interesting,” Ed replied.
“And when was that?”
“A while ago.”
“Edo…”
“Fine! 1926. I haven’t aged for seventy-one years and was in a coma for that long,” Ed replied snappily. Death did make more sense… but ghosts?
“Seventy…?”
“Seventy-one years, yes.”
“How did you avoid our records for that long?” Tsuzuki asked, amazed.
“Skill,” Ed replied. He had no idea himself.
“That’s amazing!”
“See, Tsuzuki? We told you he’s awesome! And his clappy-thingy!”
“…clappy-thingy?” Ed repeated, shuddering.
“When you clapped and –”
“I know! It’s called alchemy!” Ed snapped.
“Aluchimi…?” they repeated the foreign word with difficulty.
“Is it edible?” Tsuzuki asked, stomach growling slightly.
Ed rolled his eyes. Dead people were no smarter than living. You would think that if they were really deceased they would have some kind of higher knowledge…
“It’s a science,” Ed replied coolly.
“So, no?”
“No!”
Blue-eyes leant forward, her face inches from Ed’s. She pouted cutely. “Won’t you show us, Edo-kun? Tsuzuki-san would lo-o-o-ove to see.”
Sighing, Ed motioned for her to back away. Squealing and clapping with glee, she obeyed. Tsuzuki looked mildly alarmed before following blue-eyes’ lead. Clapping, Ed slammed his hands on the ground. Blue light flashed around him before halting. Ed stood straight; grinning as they gasped in amazement at the Chinese-style dragon he had constructed using the floor boards. It wasn’t too big; the wood was weaker than he had expected. Too much would lead it to collapse.
“A-amazing…” Tsuzuki breathed.
“Tsuzuki-san, doesn’t he have potential?”
“Yeah, he could be the best!”
“What’re you talking about?” Ed asked, frowning slightly.
The girls wheeled around, grinning widely.
“You’re gonna be a Shinigami!”
(2)– I’m pretty sure the FMA movie is set in 1923. It seems to match that age of Germany, and this is set three years after.
(3)– Hisoka’s favourite sound! No meaning, but he generally means “yes” or “sure”, depends on how it’s used. I normally wouldn’t use it, but I can’t picture Hisoka without his “aa”!
Please review! Reviews mean the ever-so-lazy Spoons will continue writing, especially for a new fic!