FMA Fic: "Brave New World" 33/?
Part One: Through the Back Door
Part Two: Aftermath
Part Three: Reminders
Part Four: Under Any Circumstances
Part Five: Lost and Found
Parts Six-Seven-Eight: Cold Comfort, Equivalent Exchange and In the Hallway
Part Nine: Discussions
Part Ten: Telephone Call
Parts Eleven-Twelve-Thirteen: Simple Requests, Tell Me a Story, No Tears
Parts Fourteen-Fifteen-Sixteen: Similarities, Discussions II and Painkillers
Part Seventeen: Wake Up Call
Part Eighteen: Chance, 1,000 Yard Stare
Part Nineteen: Thoughts Of
Part Twenty-Twenty-One-Twenty-Two: Waking, Curiosity, Treasure
Part Twenty-Three: Differences
Part Twenty-Four: Discussions III
Part Twenty-Five: Dress Up, Undercover Blues, Leaving Central, Mistakes, The World According To
Part Twenty-Six: Difference, Sorrow in Her Eyes, Homecoming, Over Dinner
Part Twenty-Seven: Over Breakfast, In the Garden
Part Twenty-Eight: Tune Up
Part Twenty-Nine: Sunburn, Kneading Bread
Part Thirty: Sharpest Cut, Washing Up, In the Cool of the Night
Part Thirty-One: Discussions IV, Nightmare
Part Thirty-Two: Go to Sleep, Morning Chores, On A Walk
Title: Questions
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse, Roy
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 190
Rating: K+
Summary: Roy has questions for Alphonse.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: *bows to the East and Arakawa*
fanfic_bakeoff Prompt: Lucky.
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“Alphonse?”
Looking up from his book, Al nodded at Corporal Mustang, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of that eye patch. “Yes, sir?”
Corporal Mustang entered the den stiffly. “Do you know what’s wrong with your brother? Have I done something to irritate him?” Dryly, he added, “More so than normal?”
“I’m not sure, sir.” Al marked his place in the book with his finger, sitting up a little more and waving the corporal into the chair across from him. Uneasy with the idea of discussing whatever was bothering Ed without knowing what it was, Al didn’t want to say more. “He hasn’t told me yet.” That much was the truth.
Crossing his leg, Mustang peered at Al. “I didn’t suppose I would be so lucky as to find out what is bothering him so easily.”
Al sighed. “I really don’t know, sir.”
“Ah, well.” Offering a faint smile, Mustang got to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it, then, Alphonse.”
“Thank you, sir.” Al watched the corporal left the room before opening his book again, even though he knew he wouldn’t get any more reading done today.
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Title: Discussions V
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse, Edward
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 400
Rating: K+
Summary: Al finally gets to talk to Ed about what’s bothering him.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Arakawa’s sandbox.
Note: This is the extended version of what was posted at fanfic_bakeoff for the Prompts: Lucky/Green.
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The cut grass had stained Ed’s flesh foot green. It seemed so weird to Al, that for a few seconds when he noticed it, that’s all he saw.
“What?”
At the tone of his brother’s voice, Al smiled. “Nothing, just your foot. It’s green.”
Ed snorted. “I’ll take a shower, if it’s bothering you.”
“Well, you are kind of rank.” Waving a hand in front of his nose, Al felt Ed’s glare. That hadn’t changed, at least. “What’d you do all day, after you finished mowing?”
Collapsing onto the bed opposite of Al’s, Ed lay crosswise on it with his head almost hanging over the edge. “Went to the cemetery with Winry,” he said distantly.
Al imagined what it would look like in spring, the flowers blooming, the grass so green, the marble stones gleaming like pearls. And Winry, this older Winry, and his brother. He couldn’t help but ask, “What did you talk about?”
Ed shrugged, looking at Al upside down. “Nothing…Mom. Her parents.” His mouth curled down.
Sitting up, Al realized he had some sort of clue. Lucky for him Ed was so expressive. “What about them?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, Al, don’t…I can’t talk about it.” Ed’s lips thinned, and Al knew his brother did want to talk about it. Whatever Ed had found out, it was eating him up inside.
“Can’t?” Al glanced toward the door to their room, open a crack. He lowered his voice. “Or won’t?”
“I made a promise.” Ed’s jaw jutted stubbornly.
Well, that was that…at least to Ed actually saying something. But he had tells and Al knew them all. “It has something to do with Auntie Sarah and Uncle Urey,” that much was evident, “and Winry,” and Al considered, thinking back to the way Ed had been acting all day and who’d borne the brunt of his bad mood. “And Corporal Mustang.”
Ed hissed, his eyes narrowing sharply. “Leave it, Al.” He curled his spine, his feet hitting the floor hard as he stood up and stomped out of the bedroom.
Al knew a lot more than he did before, just not all of it. If Ed wasn’t going to tell him, that meant he had to ask someone else. Rubbing his chin, Al went through his options, and made his decision. If Ed wasn’t going to say anything, Pinako Rockbell would tell him, he was sure of it.
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Title: Discussions VI
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Riza, Roy
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 348
Rating: K+
Summary: Roy and Riza have a discussion about his day.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: Arakawa =/= me.
Note: This is the extended version of what was posted at fanfic_bakeoff for the Prompt: Lucky.
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“What is it, Corporal?”
Roy turned a little farther when he realized, again, he couldn’t see out of his eye. Habit engrained was harder to let go of than anything. “Ah, Captain,” he murmured, even though he’d known her voice. “Come to check on me?”
“You’ve been,” Hawkeye’s hesitation was so slight, only someone who knew her very well would have recognized it as such, “non-communicative all day.”
“Is that a polite way to say ‘sulking’?” Despite everything, Roy knew he could get away with teasing her.
Hawkeye narrowed her eyes. “If you wish,” she said. “However, it isn’t very,” another of those pauses, “productive.”
“I beg to differ, Captain. I weeded the garden, collected eggs, and helped clean out the chicken coop.” The smell was one he didn’t want to experience, ever again. And Roy wasn’t sure he’d even want to look at eggs, much less eat them. “Did you ever consider how lucky we are, to be part of the military? We don’t have to grow our own foods, butcher our own meat.” Not that he was squeamish, not after everything he had done in the past, but there was something quite different about watching Pinako Rockbell pull the entrails out of a chicken body.
“I meant about getting the Elrics back to their own world.”
Roy reached under his patch. “I’m not sure what sort of research can be done.” The headache he’d been developing all day went from the back of his skull all the way up to his ruined eye socket. Rubbing it helped soothe the pain a little bit. “I don’t think it can really be done here.”
“Back to the underground city?” Hawkeye asked, sounding wary. Roy didn’t blame her.
“I am afraid so. It’s where these Elrics appeared, and the others vanished. If there are any clues, that will be where we’d find them.”
Riza prodded him. “But?”
“But,” Roy tilted his head back, hearing laughter somewhere in the house, “I’m not sure they’d want to leave Resembool at this point.”
“And Winry,” Hawkeye said, speculative.
“And Winry,” Roy agreed.
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Part Two: Aftermath
Part Three: Reminders
Part Four: Under Any Circumstances
Part Five: Lost and Found
Parts Six-Seven-Eight: Cold Comfort, Equivalent Exchange and In the Hallway
Part Nine: Discussions
Part Ten: Telephone Call
Parts Eleven-Twelve-Thirteen: Simple Requests, Tell Me a Story, No Tears
Parts Fourteen-Fifteen-Sixteen: Similarities, Discussions II and Painkillers
Part Seventeen: Wake Up Call
Part Eighteen: Chance, 1,000 Yard Stare
Part Nineteen: Thoughts Of
Part Twenty-Twenty-One-Twenty-Two: Waking, Curiosity, Treasure
Part Twenty-Three: Differences
Part Twenty-Four: Discussions III
Part Twenty-Five: Dress Up, Undercover Blues, Leaving Central, Mistakes, The World According To
Part Twenty-Six: Difference, Sorrow in Her Eyes, Homecoming, Over Dinner
Part Twenty-Seven: Over Breakfast, In the Garden
Part Twenty-Eight: Tune Up
Part Twenty-Nine: Sunburn, Kneading Bread
Part Thirty: Sharpest Cut, Washing Up, In the Cool of the Night
Part Thirty-One: Discussions IV, Nightmare
Part Thirty-Two: Go to Sleep, Morning Chores, On A Walk
Title: Questions
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse, Roy
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 190
Rating: K+
Summary: Roy has questions for Alphonse.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: *bows to the East and Arakawa*
fanfic_bakeoff Prompt: Lucky.
X X X
“Alphonse?”
Looking up from his book, Al nodded at Corporal Mustang, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of that eye patch. “Yes, sir?”
Corporal Mustang entered the den stiffly. “Do you know what’s wrong with your brother? Have I done something to irritate him?” Dryly, he added, “More so than normal?”
“I’m not sure, sir.” Al marked his place in the book with his finger, sitting up a little more and waving the corporal into the chair across from him. Uneasy with the idea of discussing whatever was bothering Ed without knowing what it was, Al didn’t want to say more. “He hasn’t told me yet.” That much was the truth.
Crossing his leg, Mustang peered at Al. “I didn’t suppose I would be so lucky as to find out what is bothering him so easily.”
Al sighed. “I really don’t know, sir.”
“Ah, well.” Offering a faint smile, Mustang got to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it, then, Alphonse.”
“Thank you, sir.” Al watched the corporal left the room before opening his book again, even though he knew he wouldn’t get any more reading done today.
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Title: Discussions V
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Alphonse, Edward
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 400
Rating: K+
Summary: Al finally gets to talk to Ed about what’s bothering him.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Arakawa’s sandbox.
Note: This is the extended version of what was posted at fanfic_bakeoff for the Prompts: Lucky/Green.
X X X
The cut grass had stained Ed’s flesh foot green. It seemed so weird to Al, that for a few seconds when he noticed it, that’s all he saw.
“What?”
At the tone of his brother’s voice, Al smiled. “Nothing, just your foot. It’s green.”
Ed snorted. “I’ll take a shower, if it’s bothering you.”
“Well, you are kind of rank.” Waving a hand in front of his nose, Al felt Ed’s glare. That hadn’t changed, at least. “What’d you do all day, after you finished mowing?”
Collapsing onto the bed opposite of Al’s, Ed lay crosswise on it with his head almost hanging over the edge. “Went to the cemetery with Winry,” he said distantly.
Al imagined what it would look like in spring, the flowers blooming, the grass so green, the marble stones gleaming like pearls. And Winry, this older Winry, and his brother. He couldn’t help but ask, “What did you talk about?”
Ed shrugged, looking at Al upside down. “Nothing…Mom. Her parents.” His mouth curled down.
Sitting up, Al realized he had some sort of clue. Lucky for him Ed was so expressive. “What about them?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, Al, don’t…I can’t talk about it.” Ed’s lips thinned, and Al knew his brother did want to talk about it. Whatever Ed had found out, it was eating him up inside.
“Can’t?” Al glanced toward the door to their room, open a crack. He lowered his voice. “Or won’t?”
“I made a promise.” Ed’s jaw jutted stubbornly.
Well, that was that…at least to Ed actually saying something. But he had tells and Al knew them all. “It has something to do with Auntie Sarah and Uncle Urey,” that much was evident, “and Winry,” and Al considered, thinking back to the way Ed had been acting all day and who’d borne the brunt of his bad mood. “And Corporal Mustang.”
Ed hissed, his eyes narrowing sharply. “Leave it, Al.” He curled his spine, his feet hitting the floor hard as he stood up and stomped out of the bedroom.
Al knew a lot more than he did before, just not all of it. If Ed wasn’t going to tell him, that meant he had to ask someone else. Rubbing his chin, Al went through his options, and made his decision. If Ed wasn’t going to say anything, Pinako Rockbell would tell him, he was sure of it.
X X X
Title: Discussions VI
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Riza, Roy
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 348
Rating: K+
Summary: Roy and Riza have a discussion about his day.
Warnings: Part of my continuing crossover between the first anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: Arakawa =/= me.
Note: This is the extended version of what was posted at fanfic_bakeoff for the Prompt: Lucky.
X X X
“What is it, Corporal?”
Roy turned a little farther when he realized, again, he couldn’t see out of his eye. Habit engrained was harder to let go of than anything. “Ah, Captain,” he murmured, even though he’d known her voice. “Come to check on me?”
“You’ve been,” Hawkeye’s hesitation was so slight, only someone who knew her very well would have recognized it as such, “non-communicative all day.”
“Is that a polite way to say ‘sulking’?” Despite everything, Roy knew he could get away with teasing her.
Hawkeye narrowed her eyes. “If you wish,” she said. “However, it isn’t very,” another of those pauses, “productive.”
“I beg to differ, Captain. I weeded the garden, collected eggs, and helped clean out the chicken coop.” The smell was one he didn’t want to experience, ever again. And Roy wasn’t sure he’d even want to look at eggs, much less eat them. “Did you ever consider how lucky we are, to be part of the military? We don’t have to grow our own foods, butcher our own meat.” Not that he was squeamish, not after everything he had done in the past, but there was something quite different about watching Pinako Rockbell pull the entrails out of a chicken body.
“I meant about getting the Elrics back to their own world.”
Roy reached under his patch. “I’m not sure what sort of research can be done.” The headache he’d been developing all day went from the back of his skull all the way up to his ruined eye socket. Rubbing it helped soothe the pain a little bit. “I don’t think it can really be done here.”
“Back to the underground city?” Hawkeye asked, sounding wary. Roy didn’t blame her.
“I am afraid so. It’s where these Elrics appeared, and the others vanished. If there are any clues, that will be where we’d find them.”
Riza prodded him. “But?”
“But,” Roy tilted his head back, hearing laughter somewhere in the house, “I’m not sure they’d want to leave Resembool at this point.”
“And Winry,” Hawkeye said, speculative.
“And Winry,” Roy agreed.
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