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01 June 2014 @ 12:57 pm
How to Die - Chapter 19  
Title: How to Die
Author: Shell Mel
Rating: P G - 13
Warning: Some violence and near death scenes. Also for Ed's swearing.
Spoilers: Spoilers for episode 22 and end of anime series.
Characters: Edward Elric, Roy Mustang
Summary: AU Edward never thought much about the incident back in lab 5 with the red water. He doesn't really remember it that much. He's seventeen now, repaying his debt by helping Mustang reach the top now Al finally has his body again. But what happens when he and Mustang become targets for assassination?
Author Notes: Alternative ending to Anime series. Prologue is based in episode 22, while the rest is a year after the series.

Finally back after a long break. Been having some trouble figuring out these next few chapters but finally seem happy with them. Hopefully I won't be taking so long next time.

Peace. Warmth. Being whole.

These things came to Edward slowly as he drifted somewhere between being conscious and sleeping. The closer he drifted towards the warmth, the more he became aware of his body’s discomfort and pain. His head ached, as did the rest of his body. Tired, fucking hell he was tired.

Ed snuggled into the warmth, wanting nothing more than to slip back into sleep and away from the pain. Suddenly a force moved him away from the warmth, forcing him to wake. A small groan escaped him as the pain became clearer.

His eyes slide open slowly. He was in a bed. A nice, soft bed. A nice, soft, big bed. A nice, soft, big bed with Mustang. Mustang? He could see Mustang sitting up in the bed talking, but it wasn’t towards him. The words were too fast for Ed to catch for the moment. His brain felt like it was full of cotton wool.

“M-Must-tang?” He struggled to get the words out.

The older man stopped talking to whoever else was in the room. Their eyes met. Some bells were going off in Ed’s head. Something wasn’t right. He was just struggling to click with what was wrong with this situation.

“Fullmetal?” Mustang said slowly, as if he wasn’t sure if Ed had really spoken.

“W-what?” Ed rasped. “Wh-here?”

Ed moved and tried to force himself up. His body was slowly becoming more and more willing to move. He felt hands touching him, helping him up. Ed looked up to see Mustang and Breda were on either side of him, pulling him up and leaning him back against the headboard of the bed. The room spun, forcing Ed to close his eyes as wave of nausea passed through him.

“Easy, kiddo,” Breda said, patting his flesh shoulder gently.

“Fullmetal?” Came Mustang’s voice to the other side of him. “Are you with us?”

“W-With?” Ed was so confused. “W-why?”

He heard Mustang sigh heavily. No one spoke for a while. Ed opened his eyes again, grateful the room was done moving. Breda was on one side of him, staring at him. It made Ed feel uneasy. He looked over to see Mustang staring at him too, almost like he was searching for something.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Mustang asked him.

Ed frowned as he looked away from Mustang and down at his hands. His frown increased as he tried to think. What was the last thing he remembered? He’d been at the office. At least that much he could be was such of. It was a struggle to get his mind to work at the moment. His thoughts were sluggish and his head ached. He brought his flesh hand up to gently rub his temple to try and sooth the pain. The harder he pressed, the more the pain increased.

A hand felt his forehead, causing him to look up at Breda.

“He’s a little warm,” the red head said.

“First time since yesterday?” Mustang inquired.

“Yeah,” Breda said as he got up. “He’s been fine all night. I’ll go and get some water.”

“Alright,” Mustang nodded.

Breda left and Ed felt even more confused. What was going on? Was he sick?

“Fullmetal,” Mustang demanded his attention back. “Think. What was the last thing you remember?”

“I-I was on the c-couch.” Ed said, his voice getting stronger. “Waiting for you. D-Did I fall asle-eep?”

“No,” the older alchemist smiled sadly. “We were heading for the meeting with the Fuhrer…”

“There was an explosion…” Ed remembered.

“That’s right,” Mustang confirmed. “There was an attack. You kept me safe.”

“You were heavy…” Ed smiled a little.

“It’s all muscle,” Mustang insisted.

“Fat ass,” Ed teased quietly.

Ed frowned. He remembered bits and pieces of what happened. He remembered running with Mustang. The memories started to come to him faster and faster now, no longer struggling to stay away from him. He’d put up a barrier, defending them, trying to get towards the rest of Mustang’s crew. Images of the fight flash before his eyes, increasing in pace before slamming to a holt with one final image. The image of Mustang’s dead body on the floor slammed him hard, causing him to tense as his eyes shot to meet Mustang’s eyes. Eyes! Mustang only had one! Mustang was dead!

“Fullmetal?” Mustang said carefully. “It’s alright. Everything alright now.”

“Not possible,” Edward whispered. “Can’t be done. Life only flows one way.”

“Fullmetal?” Mustang tried again.

“Can’t be done,” Ed repeated, getting louder as he moved away from Mustang as the man reached towards him. “No life, only sin. Dead things stay dead.”

“Edward,” Mustang took hold of the youth’s mix match shoulders.

“Homunculus!” Ed screamed as he tried to bat Mustang’s hands away in a panic.

“Enough!” Roy yelled as he slapped Ed across the face.

The slap forced Ed head to snap round. A memory flashed clear in his mind. He was running towards Mustang’s dead body, his head exploded in pain and he was at the gate. He’d died. He’d died!

Ed scrabbled across the bed, falling out when he reached the edge. He didn’t stop when he hit the floor, he backed away from the black haired man until he was under the table by the wall.

“Fullmetal?” Mustang said carefully as he moved from the bed and towards the table.

“We died,” Ed whispered, his panic evident in his voice.

“Yes,” Mustang confirmed.

“How?” Ed demanded, his panic turning to anger. “Who brought us back?!”

“You did,” Mustang answered.

“Not possible,” Ed snapped as he ran his fingers though his unbound hair. “It’s not fucking possible.”

“Well impossible and you have never really saw eye,” Mustang smirked as he reached the table. “Have you?”

Edward felt... too much. He was overwhelmed by the memories, the knowledge and suspicions. He was scared. And why shouldn’t he be? He had died and somehow he was here talking to Mustang like nothing had happened. He was frustrated. What Mustang was saying didn’t make sense. The dead can’t be brought back to life by anyone living, let alone someone else who had also died. He had to be a Homunculus. So did Mustang. It was the only way this made sense. He felt sick to his stomach. He ached, he was nauseous, and overall felt like shit.

Mustang had kneeled down before him and kept reaching to try and pull him out, but Ed just batted the hands away with his flesh hand. He needed to think and this wasn’t helping.

“Stop it,” He growled at the older man.

“Edward,” Mustang warned, sounding frustrated. “Would you just come back to the bed?”

“Leave me alone!” Ed snapped, using his automail hand to slap the hands away this time.

The door opened, distracting Mustang. Ed looked over to see Breda walking in with a bowl, followed by Hawkeye. They both looked confused. Breda put the water down on a bedside table, while Hawkeye came over to them directly.

“Sir?” She looked at Mustang. “Is everything alright?”

“No.” Ed said before Mustang could speak.

“Oh?” Hawkeye said, bowing slightly to get a better view of Ed under the table. “What’s wrong, Edward?”

She spoke kindly, almost gently to him. Hawkeye was always so nice. And yet she had to see him as a monster. She didn’t even seem aware that she was in a room with two monsters.

“We’re monsters.” He croaked.


Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
 
 
 
amethyst_koneko: kitty Edamethyst_koneko on June 1st, 2014 05:04 am (UTC)
Welcome back! :D Such a pleasure to find a old(er) fic making a comeback. ^_^ Short chapter is short but a welcome gift all the same. :)

As pleased as I am that Ed seems to (more or less) have his head back on straight, it's terrible to see him cringing thinking he and Roy are homunculi. :( Poor guy, never seems to catch a break. Sadly, it's an understandable conclusion tho. :/ Roy knows what homunculi are and what they can and cannot do right? As soon as Ed yelled out, "Homunculus!", I was thinking, "Roy! Snap some flames into life! Homunculi can't perform alchemy! Show Ed that what he's thinking isn't true!". Ah, if only these guys could hear me. ^_^
shell_mel: Missingshell_mel on June 8th, 2014 10:40 am (UTC)
Thank you :)

There were a few option on where this story could have gone after the last chapter. Finally managed to make a decision.

And poor Ed indeed. But life was never meant to easy for him. If it was there wouldn't be so many stories to torture him with. And as for Roy. Sometimes he just doesn't think. XD

Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)