Fullmetal Alchemist #2
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sinful_lynxTitle: Injured Stray
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse/Scar (friendly)
Warnings: OOCness
Ratings: PG
Author Notes: This was like... really hard. xD I have no inspiration for FMA, but I /owe/ Batty this.
Dedications: To Batty, for her Christmas.
Summary: Alphonse loved to take in strays.
The wind swirls. Icicles glisten in the lights from the lamp posts high above head. The only sound is of the wind chimes echoing in the whistling wind carrying glittering snowflakes.
He doesn't feel it. He can't shiver because of the cold. He can't catch a snowflake on his tongue. He can't even provide warmth to the packages he has safely stowed away in his empty shell. There's a place up ahead, a place where lots of homeless people get together, live and share amongst themselves to survive the cold winter.
His armor clangs loudly and, if he had a heart, it would have stopped. A nonexistent breath catches in his metal throat. The alley is the only refuge from prying eyes, which he promptly scurries to. The snow does well to cover up his loud, clumsy steps and when he finds a good box to crouch behind, he opens the chest plate and out rolls a lost kitten and, the worst of the strays, the alchemist killer. "Why'd you stop me? We're almost there!"
Scar scoffs, but doesn't get up right away, clutching at a still bleeding wound from a passing patrol's firearm. Alphonse can't do anything for it; Scar's clothing is dirty and tattered. It's not bandage material. "I don't need your help."
Al would have frowned deeply... if his mouth bothered to move like his limbs did. Instead, he straightens, glancing towards the mouth of the alley, waiting for someone, anyone to pass by before he resumes the conversation that would lead to one outcome. "Yes you do."
The Ishbalan doesn't seem impressed by his argument and Alphonse isn't impressed with himself either. It's clear Scar won't accept his help, but he's better than the military. His mother wouldn't want him to leave an injured man alone.
"It's Christmas! Do you have to be Scar today?"
Red eyes stare up through disheveled hair. Al had thrown him in their quickly and roughly, he remembers with a somber apology just lingering on his figurative tongue. He looks slightly taken aback, but there's no time for that. Scar's cold. Shivering, even!
"You can't be someone you're not, Alphonse Elric."
"Hey, Al? Where'd you go? C'mon!"
The suit of armor sets down a box. It was dinner for Ed, but Ed has money. Ed isn't notoriously wanted for the murders of several people. Ed can go wherever he wants. "Sorry. Try and get somewhere warm? It's probably cold by now, but..."
"Al, what're you doing?" Ed's in the corner of his vision. If Ed sees just what he's been hiding, Scar won't stand a chance.
"Nothing, brother! Coming!" He kneels down and covers the Ishbalan with the boxes he can find, melding them together with a little bit of alchemy to make a suitable shelter until Scar can get away on his own. It's not really for Scar that he does these things. He's sure that allowing Ed to get a hold of him would be for the better, even. At least a night in a holding cell would be better than being outside in the cold, all alone.
Something about Scar stops him from doing the sensible. There's still that Ishbalan pride in his crimson gaze, weakened as he is. Scar won't hurt anyone until he's recovered. By then, someone will have found him and he and brother would be far enough away that it would be old news by the time they find out. For Christmas, the only thing Al can give him is his freedom, despite everything he's done.
It's a little brother to a little brother thing. He understands him more than Scar thinks he does.
"Put it back, Al! We already went over this!"
Al quickly climbs to his feet and pretends to be letting a stray go. "Okay, Brother..."
Scar's surprise and reluctance is clear. He knows that he would rather continue his work, but it was Christmas. No one deserved to die on Christmas. Not even the one who tried to kill his older brother...
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse/Scar (friendly)
Warnings: OOCness
Ratings: PG
Author Notes: This was like... really hard. xD I have no inspiration for FMA, but I /owe/ Batty this.
Dedications: To Batty, for her Christmas.
Summary: Alphonse loved to take in strays.
The wind swirls. Icicles glisten in the lights from the lamp posts high above head. The only sound is of the wind chimes echoing in the whistling wind carrying glittering snowflakes.
He doesn't feel it. He can't shiver because of the cold. He can't catch a snowflake on his tongue. He can't even provide warmth to the packages he has safely stowed away in his empty shell. There's a place up ahead, a place where lots of homeless people get together, live and share amongst themselves to survive the cold winter.
His armor clangs loudly and, if he had a heart, it would have stopped. A nonexistent breath catches in his metal throat. The alley is the only refuge from prying eyes, which he promptly scurries to. The snow does well to cover up his loud, clumsy steps and when he finds a good box to crouch behind, he opens the chest plate and out rolls a lost kitten and, the worst of the strays, the alchemist killer. "Why'd you stop me? We're almost there!"
Scar scoffs, but doesn't get up right away, clutching at a still bleeding wound from a passing patrol's firearm. Alphonse can't do anything for it; Scar's clothing is dirty and tattered. It's not bandage material. "I don't need your help."
Al would have frowned deeply... if his mouth bothered to move like his limbs did. Instead, he straightens, glancing towards the mouth of the alley, waiting for someone, anyone to pass by before he resumes the conversation that would lead to one outcome. "Yes you do."
The Ishbalan doesn't seem impressed by his argument and Alphonse isn't impressed with himself either. It's clear Scar won't accept his help, but he's better than the military. His mother wouldn't want him to leave an injured man alone.
"It's Christmas! Do you have to be Scar today?"
Red eyes stare up through disheveled hair. Al had thrown him in their quickly and roughly, he remembers with a somber apology just lingering on his figurative tongue. He looks slightly taken aback, but there's no time for that. Scar's cold. Shivering, even!
"You can't be someone you're not, Alphonse Elric."
"Hey, Al? Where'd you go? C'mon!"
The suit of armor sets down a box. It was dinner for Ed, but Ed has money. Ed isn't notoriously wanted for the murders of several people. Ed can go wherever he wants. "Sorry. Try and get somewhere warm? It's probably cold by now, but..."
"Al, what're you doing?" Ed's in the corner of his vision. If Ed sees just what he's been hiding, Scar won't stand a chance.
"Nothing, brother! Coming!" He kneels down and covers the Ishbalan with the boxes he can find, melding them together with a little bit of alchemy to make a suitable shelter until Scar can get away on his own. It's not really for Scar that he does these things. He's sure that allowing Ed to get a hold of him would be for the better, even. At least a night in a holding cell would be better than being outside in the cold, all alone.
Something about Scar stops him from doing the sensible. There's still that Ishbalan pride in his crimson gaze, weakened as he is. Scar won't hurt anyone until he's recovered. By then, someone will have found him and he and brother would be far enough away that it would be old news by the time they find out. For Christmas, the only thing Al can give him is his freedom, despite everything he's done.
It's a little brother to a little brother thing. He understands him more than Scar thinks he does.
"Put it back, Al! We already went over this!"
Al quickly climbs to his feet and pretends to be letting a stray go. "Okay, Brother..."
Scar's surprise and reluctance is clear. He knows that he would rather continue his work, but it was Christmas. No one deserved to die on Christmas. Not even the one who tried to kill his older brother...
