Homecoming Chapter 1:
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: Eventual RoyxEdward, past EdwardxOC (Minor mentions)
Warning: AU; NC-17 Overall; this chapter, T. Some depictions of character deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely related to the series, Fullmetal Alchemist. It belongs to Arakawa-Sensei’s genius mind.
Summary: The former Fullmetal Alchemist returns back to Amestris after passing safely through the Gate, changed. What’s in store for Amestris and her people when the blonde they all knew isn’t what he used to be? Set after the Conqueror of Shambala with a few events changed.
CHAPTER 1
He had been a block away from Central Headquarters when the idea came to him. Wouldn’t those who knew who he was have a heart attack when they saw him? It seemed as if transcending through time via the Gate had made him a bit senile. He stopped in his tracks and contemplated on how to let everyone know that the former Fullmetal Alchemist was back in town after his “untimely demise” five years ago. No one except Winry, Scheska, Alphonse, and Mustang knew that he had come back three years ago, not counting Hawkeye, Havoc, Breda, Fury, and Falman, for which they were not present for his small reunion, because he knew that Mustang wouldn’t keep anything from his team.
He made a list of the people who wouldn’t shoot him on sight, mistaking him for a Homunculus in human’s form. Riza Hawkeye popped into his mind and he knew that even though she was a trigger happy harpy, she wouldn’t as much kill him without getting some answers. Although she would shoot at him but that was incentive enough to make him seek her out. He knew that he could count on her and just hoped that it was still the case. He didn’t want an attempt of being backstabbed because his instincts would kick in and he was sure that he’d come out alive.
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It had been a little more than 9 months that he had taken the position as Fuhrer after the successful assassination of the late Fuhrer Hakuro. The man had not been bad despite being Bradley’s most trusted General. He had actually worked towards peace, with the goal of wanting his children to have a safe place to live in. He might not have succeeded, seeing as he’d left a wife and two kids, but that’s where he’d come in. He would pick up where Hakuro had left off on and do a better job than all of his predecessors. He was disheartened that two people he thought would be by his side at the time he’d realized his goal where currently six feet under and not in this side of the Gate.
It had greatly devastated him when Hughes had been murdered by that abomination’s hands. He had lost hope but had regained it, if only a bit, and had entrusted his hopes on the older Elric sibling. Fullmetal didn’t know about that assumed role, at least he hoped not, and had up and disappeared to the other side of the Gate not a year after that.
He thought that the blonde had died bringing his brother’s body back from the clutches of the gate but now it was a different story. Now he knew that it wasn’t just them that lived and breathed; that there was life like theirs in another parallel universe.
There were many days he spent thinking about what the blonde could be up to and if he’d stayed the same. Three years ago, the last time he’d seen the blonde, he had seen that nothing about the blonde had remotely changed. The only thing that had somewhat matured to some extent was his temperament and his height. Thinking about the blonde now, he’d do anything in his power to bring Edward back to where he truly belonged.
The last few weeks though, that thought had changed significantly. He began to doubt himself, asking himself if he’d still think the same if Edward showed up here and now. In the past, he’d never dismissed that feeling he’d get in his gut when he felt that things were one step to hitting the fan. His gut feeling had never been wrong but could he really trust it now? This was Edward he was thinking about. He found to conclusive reason on why to feel this way; a sense of foreboding. Sure, Fullmetal had been known to get into trouble in the past but he’d never gotten feelings like this. He’d have to be careful for now and hoped that this feeling went away; for the country’s sake and for his.
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After leaving Amestris a second time, when he went back to close the Gate, he had taken it upon himself to calculate every move he made into consideration so as not to do any stupid blunders and here he was, doing what he said he wouldn’t ever do again. He had never considered himself that stupid but he guessed that there was a first time for everything. He’d have to file this stupidity in the recesses of his mind for future reference on “What not to do when Hawkeye’s around.”
Oh, he’d been searching for her after he had the “epiphany” of waltzing into Central Headquarters would warrant him getting shot at from a distance or point blank. Who knew what the military had fed the soldiers that joined the ranks after he’d “died.” He knew that they would have done an investigation. The thing is, there had been no body to recover and no word about him. He’d been most likely been dubbed as a deserter and he’d take no pride in partaking in any of their fabricated lies. Although, it might be proven of his “treason” simply because of the fact he had his British uniform which surprisingly held a striking resemblance to Regalian military forces. He knew not if Amestris was currently in good amends with Regals but he’d just say that they weren’t in order to prepare himself with anything that might be hurdled his way.
So, after deciding what to do, he had stealthily went around Central, trying to keep in the shadows with the sun barely peaking from the horizon. There weren’t many commuters out right now but he wouldn’t take his chances in being recognized before schedule. He believed that it might be just peaking to 0600 hours. What he had failed to do after the constant drilling he’d taken back in Britain, which would most definitely gotten him killed in any other occasion, was to scan a corner fully until you were sure there was no one on the other side, and almost came smack face to face with the muzzle of a gun. He should have known that this was bound to happen someday and he should have guessed that it would be with Hawkeye of all people but he had deemed it irrelevant since he was back home. He had been taught to be a bit paranoid, which had come to be extremely useful but it had escaped him moments ago. He just hoped that he wouldn’t have to hurt her should she try to harm him in any way. But upon seeing her somewhat shocked appearance, he’d say that there’d be a chance of them both coming out alive.
He couldn’t resist the cheeky twitch he’d get in the past when he was about to grin like “a cat who ate the canary” that had now felt foreign to his face muscles. He’d done that smile so many times in the past but now it just made his face start to hurt not even seconds after he’d shown a small figment of emotion. But in all reality, no matter how much it hurt his face, he’d actually be thankful that he’d smiled a bit because in the next moment he’d been embraced almost motherly and affectionately by an uncharacteristic, teary eyed Riza.
He wondered what had happened in the past five years since he’d seen her. The last he’d seen her, she had just started to lecture him when she had felt that he’d overstepped his boundaries when talking harshly to Mustang. She now seemed to be like a completely different person but he couldn’t say as of yet if it was a good or bad thing. He’d just have to wait and see.
It seemed that she’d finally gotten control of herself because after a rather prolonged minute, she’d parted from him and gave him a stern look. Now, that was better.
“Hey, long time no see?”
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A/N: Regals is the equivalent of Britain and resides west of Amestris.
Pairing: Eventual RoyxEdward, past EdwardxOC (Minor mentions)
Warning: AU; NC-17 Overall; this chapter, T. Some depictions of character deaths.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything remotely related to the series, Fullmetal Alchemist. It belongs to Arakawa-Sensei’s genius mind.
Summary: The former Fullmetal Alchemist returns back to Amestris after passing safely through the Gate, changed. What’s in store for Amestris and her people when the blonde they all knew isn’t what he used to be? Set after the Conqueror of Shambala with a few events changed.
CHAPTER 1
He had been a block away from Central Headquarters when the idea came to him. Wouldn’t those who knew who he was have a heart attack when they saw him? It seemed as if transcending through time via the Gate had made him a bit senile. He stopped in his tracks and contemplated on how to let everyone know that the former Fullmetal Alchemist was back in town after his “untimely demise” five years ago. No one except Winry, Scheska, Alphonse, and Mustang knew that he had come back three years ago, not counting Hawkeye, Havoc, Breda, Fury, and Falman, for which they were not present for his small reunion, because he knew that Mustang wouldn’t keep anything from his team.
He made a list of the people who wouldn’t shoot him on sight, mistaking him for a Homunculus in human’s form. Riza Hawkeye popped into his mind and he knew that even though she was a trigger happy harpy, she wouldn’t as much kill him without getting some answers. Although she would shoot at him but that was incentive enough to make him seek her out. He knew that he could count on her and just hoped that it was still the case. He didn’t want an attempt of being backstabbed because his instincts would kick in and he was sure that he’d come out alive.
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It had been a little more than 9 months that he had taken the position as Fuhrer after the successful assassination of the late Fuhrer Hakuro. The man had not been bad despite being Bradley’s most trusted General. He had actually worked towards peace, with the goal of wanting his children to have a safe place to live in. He might not have succeeded, seeing as he’d left a wife and two kids, but that’s where he’d come in. He would pick up where Hakuro had left off on and do a better job than all of his predecessors. He was disheartened that two people he thought would be by his side at the time he’d realized his goal where currently six feet under and not in this side of the Gate.
It had greatly devastated him when Hughes had been murdered by that abomination’s hands. He had lost hope but had regained it, if only a bit, and had entrusted his hopes on the older Elric sibling. Fullmetal didn’t know about that assumed role, at least he hoped not, and had up and disappeared to the other side of the Gate not a year after that.
He thought that the blonde had died bringing his brother’s body back from the clutches of the gate but now it was a different story. Now he knew that it wasn’t just them that lived and breathed; that there was life like theirs in another parallel universe.
There were many days he spent thinking about what the blonde could be up to and if he’d stayed the same. Three years ago, the last time he’d seen the blonde, he had seen that nothing about the blonde had remotely changed. The only thing that had somewhat matured to some extent was his temperament and his height. Thinking about the blonde now, he’d do anything in his power to bring Edward back to where he truly belonged.
The last few weeks though, that thought had changed significantly. He began to doubt himself, asking himself if he’d still think the same if Edward showed up here and now. In the past, he’d never dismissed that feeling he’d get in his gut when he felt that things were one step to hitting the fan. His gut feeling had never been wrong but could he really trust it now? This was Edward he was thinking about. He found to conclusive reason on why to feel this way; a sense of foreboding. Sure, Fullmetal had been known to get into trouble in the past but he’d never gotten feelings like this. He’d have to be careful for now and hoped that this feeling went away; for the country’s sake and for his.
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After leaving Amestris a second time, when he went back to close the Gate, he had taken it upon himself to calculate every move he made into consideration so as not to do any stupid blunders and here he was, doing what he said he wouldn’t ever do again. He had never considered himself that stupid but he guessed that there was a first time for everything. He’d have to file this stupidity in the recesses of his mind for future reference on “What not to do when Hawkeye’s around.”
Oh, he’d been searching for her after he had the “epiphany” of waltzing into Central Headquarters would warrant him getting shot at from a distance or point blank. Who knew what the military had fed the soldiers that joined the ranks after he’d “died.” He knew that they would have done an investigation. The thing is, there had been no body to recover and no word about him. He’d been most likely been dubbed as a deserter and he’d take no pride in partaking in any of their fabricated lies. Although, it might be proven of his “treason” simply because of the fact he had his British uniform which surprisingly held a striking resemblance to Regalian military forces. He knew not if Amestris was currently in good amends with Regals but he’d just say that they weren’t in order to prepare himself with anything that might be hurdled his way.
So, after deciding what to do, he had stealthily went around Central, trying to keep in the shadows with the sun barely peaking from the horizon. There weren’t many commuters out right now but he wouldn’t take his chances in being recognized before schedule. He believed that it might be just peaking to 0600 hours. What he had failed to do after the constant drilling he’d taken back in Britain, which would most definitely gotten him killed in any other occasion, was to scan a corner fully until you were sure there was no one on the other side, and almost came smack face to face with the muzzle of a gun. He should have known that this was bound to happen someday and he should have guessed that it would be with Hawkeye of all people but he had deemed it irrelevant since he was back home. He had been taught to be a bit paranoid, which had come to be extremely useful but it had escaped him moments ago. He just hoped that he wouldn’t have to hurt her should she try to harm him in any way. But upon seeing her somewhat shocked appearance, he’d say that there’d be a chance of them both coming out alive.
He couldn’t resist the cheeky twitch he’d get in the past when he was about to grin like “a cat who ate the canary” that had now felt foreign to his face muscles. He’d done that smile so many times in the past but now it just made his face start to hurt not even seconds after he’d shown a small figment of emotion. But in all reality, no matter how much it hurt his face, he’d actually be thankful that he’d smiled a bit because in the next moment he’d been embraced almost motherly and affectionately by an uncharacteristic, teary eyed Riza.
He wondered what had happened in the past five years since he’d seen her. The last he’d seen her, she had just started to lecture him when she had felt that he’d overstepped his boundaries when talking harshly to Mustang. She now seemed to be like a completely different person but he couldn’t say as of yet if it was a good or bad thing. He’d just have to wait and see.
It seemed that she’d finally gotten control of herself because after a rather prolonged minute, she’d parted from him and gave him a stern look. Now, that was better.
“Hey, long time no see?”
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A/N: Regals is the equivalent of Britain and resides west of Amestris.