Distorted Tattoo - Chapter Three
Story: Distorted Tattoo
Pairing: Dunno yet, HavocFuery
Rating: Same as above.
Warnings: PostMovie. Mixing cannons. Must find beta.
Summary: After being accidentally brought to the Gate, Alfons is shuffled through and does what a Heiderich and Elric do best--attempt to rescue their brothers.
AN: Hei is begging for attention right now....
Disclaimer: I wish.
"And so the Homunculus awakes," said a bitter voice from across the room.
Alfons just looked to the source of the voice from his place on the floor, facing the hate-filled eyes of Havoc. He barely had any strength to get his fatigued body to roll onto his side, giving him a slight repreive from those eyes.
He winced slightly, as even the smallest movement made pain flair throught his body and settle in the Ouroboros on his thigh. He grabbed for what little concentration he could at that point of time and forced what trace powers he had inherently as a Homunculus to create clothes for himself (as whatever he had been wearing had been taken from him, leaving him in the scraps the original Envy would dress in).
He was unconsious before they even finished forming.
Havoc didn't know what to make of the sespenders, nor the blood that had started to stain the crisp white shirt and tan slacks.
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Alfons woke once again from the floor, thankful that at least this time he was spared at least some of the cold bite from the floor. He was also grateful for the fact that although he seemed to be in a jailcell, he had also been placed on a cot and he was still wearing his German-inspired attire.
The suspenders were oddly comforting, almost as if he could just close his eyes and imagine Edward throwing things around in the next room over.
He closed his eyes and imagined it, sighing as muscules loosened and his tense frame of mind dropped away. For a second, the connection that he had to Alphonse through the Gate (seeing as Truth now labeled them both as a pair of it's favorite playthings) flared and he could sense Alphonse sliding his arms around the Homunculus blond's shoulders in a loose embrace.
It was only for a second, but a second was all he needed.
The gentle press arond his shoulders allowed his to center himself and finish forming his clothes.
The shoes were a plus.
He sat up without looking up and then curled up into the seat, this time actually falling asleep.
Havoc knew had wasn't seeing things when Fuery gave a gasp beside him.
Alphonse has flickered behind the Homunculus for a brief second, winking at them before he faded out again.
Tah, dah. This cahpter was possibly started on October 18, 2007. ><;