FMA: Greed!Ling/Ed "Unexpected Meetings"
Title: Unexpected Meetings
Pairing: future Greed!Ling/Ed
A/N: I had another draft for this. It's gone! I have no idea where I lost it, and I completely loved it. *sighs* Otherwise, I would have posted this last night. V. v. v. annoyed right now.
Warnings: Manga spoilers, Ed's language
Previous Part: Encounters
Unexpected Meetings
Yao Ling waited until he slipped into an alley before ceding control to Greed. Only the violet eyes showed Greed’s ruthless spirit in the languid form. Then the alien shine was hidden as Greed closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Beyond the alley, Central’s traffic continued, unaware of the creature in their midst.
He’s related to Father somehow, Greed thought flatly.
He doesn’t know that, Ling countered, lounging in his dark corner. The prince pondered the informative lunch with the hot-tempered blond. He doubted that beautiful Edward Elric had any idea of what had occurred. If he did, he wouldn’t be here.
And if Father knew, he definitely wouldn’t be here. Greed’s amusement tinged Ling’s own mood, and pale lips twisted, revealing one white fang. So an alchemist related to Father is running loose.
Not for long.
Greed smirked and opened his eyes again. He deliberately straightened his jacket as he thought. In his mind, he could clearly see those flashing golden eyes in that flushed, angry, lovely face: so similar and yet so strikingly different from the all-powerful, icy Father. We’ll set up a place, and then we’ll go hunting.
Ling took control again when he stepped back onto the street. As relaxed as a hunting cat, he strolled down the street.
xoxoxox
Edward Elric couldn’t believe it. He honestly couldn’t believe it. Breathing heavily through his nostrils, Edward stalked down the street. He barely noticed the weight of the books in his arms or the way pedestrians dived out of his way.
Like tripping him wasn’t enough. Like harassing him into a meal wasn’t enough. Like eyeing him up like the bastard did before a really “fun” mission wasn’t enough.
But all but licking his ear to say he was going to the bathroom and then entirely skipping out on him was going too far! His food had even been three times more than Edward’s! That never happened!
Edward snarled to himself. Prince indeed! Nothing but a royal mooch, that’s what that asshole was! And what type of idiot actually fell over on the sidewalk like that?
By the time Edward reached the dorms, he had a full rant ready for Alphonse. Surely Alphonse would be able to agree with him on this. He always yelled at Edward when he thought his big brother was mooching off the colonel. He had to side with Edward on this.
And, Edward admitted ruefully to himself, struggling to open the dorm room door with his laden hands, his rant would take the edge off Alphonse’s lecture. Just in case, Edward had his response ready: I know I was supposed to just go to the library and come back, but this guy just dropped at my feet-
“Alphonse?” Edward called, kicking the door shut behind him. “Are you here? Alphonse?”
Only silence and Edward frowned. “Alpho-” he started again before he saw the new piece of paper on the desk.
Unfortunately for Edward, Alphonse’s note remained impassive in the face of his screams.
The note was short and to the point, simply informing Edward that his brother had gone to Mrs. Hughes and he was welcome to join them. After Edward picked up the books off the floor and placed them on the desk, he studied the note. The short blond rubbed it once with his thumb, quietly reading between the lines. When he finally trashed the note, his bottom lip was bruised and bloodied.
The park, Edward decided, straightening his shoulders. I need some fresh air after that asshole. Yeah.
Focusing on thoughts of the park, Edward pushed both Yao Ling and the note out of his mind.
xoxoxox
Central’s park was large, beautiful, and very unsubtly the attempts of the local politicians to curry Fuhrer Bradley’s favor. Officially, it was meant for all the local families. Unofficially, it was meant only for the soldiers and their families, as evidenced by its closeness to Central’s military base, high walls, and singular opening. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, guards constantly stood at the gate, faces stuck in the blank masks that Edward despised so much.
To show his distaste, Edward took his usual route to the park: up and over.
Right beyond the tall fence were rows of thick, luscious trees. In previous years, Edward had learned that no matter how well one could get over the fence, it meant nothing if a broken neck was the reward on the other side. The trees provided excellent handholds, plus gave him a great view of the park. With dusk falling, less people were around than usual, lessening his chances of being spotted.
Overall, an excellent plan, one that would have worked swimmingly if it weren’t for the unconscious stranger in the grass.
Edward sighed, his breath ruffling the grass. He tapped the ground with his automail fingers. He shifted his legs, his shins rubbing against the stranger’s back. He took a deep breath.
“Stupid motherfucking shit-faced goddamned-”
Edward had to stop when he inhaled a passing bug. Coughing it up, he shoved himself up and pulled his legs off the stranger. The stranger didn’t move, and he scowled.
“Hey!” Edward snapped, kneeling beside the stranger. “Hey, you!” There was no response, and Edward rolled the stranger onto his back.
Onto her back.
Whoa.
Years of dealing with Winry, Hawkeye, and Master Izumi suddenly had him taking the situation more seriously. Edward frowned and eased the young woman onto her back. Another Xingian, Edward recognized, checking her pulse and breathing. She seemed all right: just unconscious. He snorted softly to himself. Just unconscious. Yeah. He’d have to remember that one.
“Hey, lady?” he called, lightly shaking her shoulder. Nothing. Edward scowled and shook a little harder. “Hey, anyone there?”
To Edward’s relief, her lashes fluttered open, revealing solemn, dazed dark eyes. She murmured something, and Edward had to lean closer to hear her.
“…oung . . . master . . .?”
Edward frowned. “Young master?” he repeated.
And then she was swept from his arms in a swirl of black. Falling on his ass with a gasp, Edward brought his hands together, only to freeze mid-motion. Several meters away, wearing identical clothes to the young woman, a figure in an intricate mask was staring at Edward. The newest stranger cradled the young woman in his arms. She stirred once but the masked figure quietly shushed her. Edward could feel the stranger’s eyes boring into him from behind the mask. He could also see the scimitar dangling at the stranger’s side. As Mustang would say, this was a “delicate” situation.
“Who the fuck are you?” The stranger started, and Edward bared his teeth at him. “And who the hell is she?”
The stranger didn’t reply, and Edward growled. “I said-”
With another swirl of black, the strangers vanished before Edward could finish his sentence. Edward stared disbelievingly at the now empty spot.
"Fuck this." Leaping to his feet, Edward spun around and stomped back to the dorms. "Alphonse is never going to believe this shit."
Pairing: future Greed!Ling/Ed
A/N: I had another draft for this. It's gone! I have no idea where I lost it, and I completely loved it. *sighs* Otherwise, I would have posted this last night. V. v. v. annoyed right now.
Warnings: Manga spoilers, Ed's language
Previous Part: Encounters
Unexpected Meetings
Yao Ling waited until he slipped into an alley before ceding control to Greed. Only the violet eyes showed Greed’s ruthless spirit in the languid form. Then the alien shine was hidden as Greed closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Beyond the alley, Central’s traffic continued, unaware of the creature in their midst.
He’s related to Father somehow, Greed thought flatly.
He doesn’t know that, Ling countered, lounging in his dark corner. The prince pondered the informative lunch with the hot-tempered blond. He doubted that beautiful Edward Elric had any idea of what had occurred. If he did, he wouldn’t be here.
And if Father knew, he definitely wouldn’t be here. Greed’s amusement tinged Ling’s own mood, and pale lips twisted, revealing one white fang. So an alchemist related to Father is running loose.
Not for long.
Greed smirked and opened his eyes again. He deliberately straightened his jacket as he thought. In his mind, he could clearly see those flashing golden eyes in that flushed, angry, lovely face: so similar and yet so strikingly different from the all-powerful, icy Father. We’ll set up a place, and then we’ll go hunting.
Ling took control again when he stepped back onto the street. As relaxed as a hunting cat, he strolled down the street.
xoxoxox
Edward Elric couldn’t believe it. He honestly couldn’t believe it. Breathing heavily through his nostrils, Edward stalked down the street. He barely noticed the weight of the books in his arms or the way pedestrians dived out of his way.
Like tripping him wasn’t enough. Like harassing him into a meal wasn’t enough. Like eyeing him up like the bastard did before a really “fun” mission wasn’t enough.
But all but licking his ear to say he was going to the bathroom and then entirely skipping out on him was going too far! His food had even been three times more than Edward’s! That never happened!
Edward snarled to himself. Prince indeed! Nothing but a royal mooch, that’s what that asshole was! And what type of idiot actually fell over on the sidewalk like that?
By the time Edward reached the dorms, he had a full rant ready for Alphonse. Surely Alphonse would be able to agree with him on this. He always yelled at Edward when he thought his big brother was mooching off the colonel. He had to side with Edward on this.
And, Edward admitted ruefully to himself, struggling to open the dorm room door with his laden hands, his rant would take the edge off Alphonse’s lecture. Just in case, Edward had his response ready: I know I was supposed to just go to the library and come back, but this guy just dropped at my feet-
“Alphonse?” Edward called, kicking the door shut behind him. “Are you here? Alphonse?”
Only silence and Edward frowned. “Alpho-” he started again before he saw the new piece of paper on the desk.
Unfortunately for Edward, Alphonse’s note remained impassive in the face of his screams.
The note was short and to the point, simply informing Edward that his brother had gone to Mrs. Hughes and he was welcome to join them. After Edward picked up the books off the floor and placed them on the desk, he studied the note. The short blond rubbed it once with his thumb, quietly reading between the lines. When he finally trashed the note, his bottom lip was bruised and bloodied.
The park, Edward decided, straightening his shoulders. I need some fresh air after that asshole. Yeah.
Focusing on thoughts of the park, Edward pushed both Yao Ling and the note out of his mind.
xoxoxox
Central’s park was large, beautiful, and very unsubtly the attempts of the local politicians to curry Fuhrer Bradley’s favor. Officially, it was meant for all the local families. Unofficially, it was meant only for the soldiers and their families, as evidenced by its closeness to Central’s military base, high walls, and singular opening. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, guards constantly stood at the gate, faces stuck in the blank masks that Edward despised so much.
To show his distaste, Edward took his usual route to the park: up and over.
Right beyond the tall fence were rows of thick, luscious trees. In previous years, Edward had learned that no matter how well one could get over the fence, it meant nothing if a broken neck was the reward on the other side. The trees provided excellent handholds, plus gave him a great view of the park. With dusk falling, less people were around than usual, lessening his chances of being spotted.
Overall, an excellent plan, one that would have worked swimmingly if it weren’t for the unconscious stranger in the grass.
Edward sighed, his breath ruffling the grass. He tapped the ground with his automail fingers. He shifted his legs, his shins rubbing against the stranger’s back. He took a deep breath.
“Stupid motherfucking shit-faced goddamned-”
Edward had to stop when he inhaled a passing bug. Coughing it up, he shoved himself up and pulled his legs off the stranger. The stranger didn’t move, and he scowled.
“Hey!” Edward snapped, kneeling beside the stranger. “Hey, you!” There was no response, and Edward rolled the stranger onto his back.
Onto her back.
Whoa.
Years of dealing with Winry, Hawkeye, and Master Izumi suddenly had him taking the situation more seriously. Edward frowned and eased the young woman onto her back. Another Xingian, Edward recognized, checking her pulse and breathing. She seemed all right: just unconscious. He snorted softly to himself. Just unconscious. Yeah. He’d have to remember that one.
“Hey, lady?” he called, lightly shaking her shoulder. Nothing. Edward scowled and shook a little harder. “Hey, anyone there?”
To Edward’s relief, her lashes fluttered open, revealing solemn, dazed dark eyes. She murmured something, and Edward had to lean closer to hear her.
“…oung . . . master . . .?”
Edward frowned. “Young master?” he repeated.
And then she was swept from his arms in a swirl of black. Falling on his ass with a gasp, Edward brought his hands together, only to freeze mid-motion. Several meters away, wearing identical clothes to the young woman, a figure in an intricate mask was staring at Edward. The newest stranger cradled the young woman in his arms. She stirred once but the masked figure quietly shushed her. Edward could feel the stranger’s eyes boring into him from behind the mask. He could also see the scimitar dangling at the stranger’s side. As Mustang would say, this was a “delicate” situation.
“Who the fuck are you?” The stranger started, and Edward bared his teeth at him. “And who the hell is she?”
The stranger didn’t reply, and Edward growled. “I said-”
With another swirl of black, the strangers vanished before Edward could finish his sentence. Edward stared disbelievingly at the now empty spot.
"Fuck this." Leaping to his feet, Edward spun around and stomped back to the dorms. "Alphonse is never going to believe this shit."