Blau Und Gold, Chapter One
Title: Blau Und Gold, Chapter One
Rating: G (Eventually, NC-17)
Type: AU, yaoi
Characters: Alfons, Alphonse
Warnings: AU
Summary: What would happen if Alphonse was sent through The Gate to Munich, and not Edward?
A/N: First chapter now, guys! Let's have some development, eh? ^_~ And my God... does it ever feel good to be writing like this again... Descriptions, setting, plot... I've missed it since my days of working on my (shitty) novel. XD;
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Alfons pursed his lips slightly as he tried to read the book in his hand while he walked. He felt... odd. As if someone were watching him. He turned to look over his shoulder, but saw nothing and shrugged. Sighing, he closed the small book up and shoved it into his bag.
When he looked up again, he noticed a young man a short ways down the road standing there, all but staring at him. Alfons gave himself a shake, almost laughing at himself. That was a silly thought; why would some boy just be staring at him like that?
But as Alfons kept walking, he found that thought to be all too true and he slowed to a halt a few paces from the blonde boy. He then realized just why he was being stared at, as he found his own mouth hanging open slightly in surprise as he finally took in the boy's appearance.
Just like looking into a mirror... he thought with a shudder.
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Alphonse startled slightly as the young man stopped in front of him, their eyes locked. He swallowed thickly, thoughts swirling. Here he was in some strange world, and... he'd found... himself, practically. Faintly, in the back of his clouded, distracted mind, he latched onto one word: doppelgänger.
But, if this other boy really was... Then just how much of a double was he really? Did they only share a face, or was there more to it? There really was no graceful way to go about finding that out, so Al cleared his throat, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
“A-Alphonse... ?” he said quietly, holding his breath as he waited for a reply.
The boy's eyes widened and he let out a slight gasp, back straightening as he gave Alphonse a curious look, jaw slacking open wider and fingers tightening over the shoulder strap of his bag.
“Woher wissen Sie meinen Namen? ?” he said.
“W-What?” Al asked, head tilting unconsciously as he tried to work out... anything of what the other had just said. He looked utterly lost at the words, gaze almost clouding over slightly from his confusion.
“How did you know my name?” he repeated. He clearly didn't see any need to apologize for assuming that Alphonse spoke German. They were in Munich, after all.
“Your name?” Al asked, brows furrowing slightly. “That's my name.”
The older boy almost snorted at that, letting out a laugh, even if it did sound weak and slightly forced.
“I don't know if one of your classmates put you up to this,” he said, taking a slight step away from Alphonse, looking more than a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. “But it's a crappy joke. I-I've got to get to work; you should get back to school, before you get in trouble.”
“No one put me up to this,” Al said, starting to sound annoyed. But he took in a breath. He had to remind himself that this young man hadn't seen the things he had, wasn't from his world, and so would try to put some 'logical' explanation to everything.
Each time his double--yes, he was definitely Al's double, if they shared a name, too...--moved or took a step, Alphonse followed him immediately, keeping close to him. He could see the smallest glint of curiosity in his eyes, and wanted to play on that, get him more interested than afraid of what was happening. That, and Al had nothing in this strange world and... this was something he could hold onto, something that, strangely, made him feel almost safe.
“Alphonse...” Al said, using his name--their name--even if it made him shiver slightly. He saw the other boy flinch slightly when he used the name, though he wasn't quite sure why. “I'm not a student and I'm not from here. And this isn't a joke, either.”
“It's Alfons,” he said, pronouncing it differently than Al had. Al nodded and gave a slightly apologetic look before the boy continued. “Are you American? British?” he asked, clearly interested in where Alphonse was from.. He'd stopped trying to move away from Al, now, but it was likely only because he'd given up, seeing how Alphonse followed his every move, anyways.
Alphonse's mind raced at the question. He surely couldn't say where he really was from. But one of those places... America? sounded similar enough to 'Amestris' that he latched onto it, nodding again.
“A-America,” he said, hoping that this Alphonse--no, Alfons--would believe him and not bother him with too many more questions.
Alfons seemed to accept Al's answer easily enough, giving a slight tilt of his head in acknowledgment. He started shifting again, though, and even glanced down at his watch once before looking at Al, almost cautiously.
“I've really got to get to work now,” he said, taking a pace back from Alphonse before sidestepping around him with an awkward wave. Offering nothing more in parting, Alfons took his book back out from his bag and started off down the street again.
As soon as Alfons walked away, though, Al fell into step right behind him. There was no way he was just letting Alfons get away like that. Even if it might be a little... creepy that he was following Alfons, Al wasn't about to just shrug this off and leave him alone.
It didn't take long for Alfons to stop, back stiffening slightly as he glanced over his shoulder. Alphonse gave him a friendly, if not somewhat sheepish, look and Alfons' chest heaved with a sigh.
“You're just going to follow me, aren't you?” he asked, quirking a brow at Al.
“I... n-no, I... no,” Al said, rubbing at the back of his neck as he stuttered.
Alfons gave him a thoughtful look, chewing at his lip for a moment before letting out a tense breath. Al saw the curiosity in his eyes spark a little brighter, slowly overtaking the nerves and apprehension.
“Just try not to slow me down any, I'm already running late” Alfons finally said.