I want the money, the cars, the clothes, the hos. [closed]

[seekimmortality]

WHO: Ed and Ling
WHAT: Ed's back! Ling's happy! Ed... not so much.
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Early evening.
[sorry about the random lyrics. I blame Ash.]

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[ohshitnotmilk]

People were giving him funny looks. Then again, it probably wasn’t everyday that someone showed up covered in blood. It stained his hair, his clothes, it was smudged onto his skin and no matter how hard he rubbed at it, it just wouldn’t go away. He felt okay, looked like hell. Looked pretty irritated, too.

And that look only worsened, in an almost comical fashion, when he heard Ling’s voice. It was definitely Ling -- the tone of voice... It was different. That stupid way of talking that Ling had. He had just been screaming at Ling -- Greed -- that he was still Ling. That he had someone to return to. Now this.

What was this?

Irritation flashed across his face dangerously when he heard Ling’s voice get louder. Closer. He got up, twitching as his hands fisted at his sides. “LING!” He yelled, and without any warning whatsoever -- pulled a flesh fist back, and gave it to him good.

For putting him through all that shit. If this was a dream, he could still get back at Ling for it.

[seekimmortality]

Ling smiled as he heard Ed yell to him. "Ed! You're okay. Where'd you-?" He noticed the blonde getting closer but it was his condition that surprised him. Frankly, Edward looked disgusting. It took a few seconds to try to figure out what in the world Ed was covered in.

"Ed, why are you-?" But he was cut off by Ed's fist meeting his face. A sharp pain engulfed him for a moment and when he looked back at Edward, there was a dark look to his eyes. There was something wrong with Ed. It must have been that homunculi Ed spoke of. Ling had no idea why Edward would ever attack him like that.

Without a word, Ling quickly moved and dropped, sweeping his legs across the ground to trip Ed.

[ohshitnotmilk]

This wasn’t how dreams were supposed to work. He was supposed to Punch Ling, that would be the end of it. He’d get some frustration out over this whole ordeal(the bullshit) that he’d had to witness and go through in the last 24(more or less, he’d lost count) hours.

But No. Things were never that easy, not even when he was dreaming, apparently.

He jumped as soon as Ling went down, clearing right over the others legs. “Idiot--!” He yelled, kicking his foot out with a twist of his body to get the other while he was down. “Don’t fight back!” He spun back around and went for him again, “You fucking deserved that!”

[seekimmortality]

As fast as he could, Ling leaned backwards as he brought himself back to his feet and dodged Edward's kick by inches. Why was this homunculus mimicing Ed? All he wanted was his friend back so that the house wasn't so empty. No, Ed wouldn't start fighting him like this. Normally, Ed would just yell at him or hit him if he made him angry.

But engage a full fight with him? That wasn't the Ed he knew. "I did nothing to you!" Ling's hand hovered for a few seconds. He really wished he hadn't left his sword at the house. He clenched his fists and dashed forward, aiming another punch at him.

"Tell me where Ed is!" He shouted. "Let him go!" Ling was not sure if the homunculus ate Ed or was just impersonating him. Nonetheless, he would get him back.

[ohshitnotmilk]

Now this was weird. Not only was Ling fighting back, but he was yelling to give ‘Ed’ back. Who the hell did he think was standing here in front of him?! “Like hell you didn’t, you damned squinty eyed moron!” He yelled, throwing up his hand to catch the others fist in his palm. Eyes narrowed, he clenched his hand down on the others flesh. He grabbed at Ling’s wrist and with a swift motion, attempted to flip the other to his back on the ground.

“Tell you where--” He twitched angrily. Oh, things were only gonna go downhill from here. “I AM ED, YOU MORON!”

By now they’d attracted a crowd, a confused crowd, who were all watching from a distance. Probably a good idea.

“Don’t be stupid!”