Brothers Elric

[Fanfic] Edward Elric; Alphonse Elric; G; Smile (2 AM)

2006-12-26T01:48:58Z

Character/Series: Edward Elric; Alphonse Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Notes: Written at the request of a friend. 52_flavours theme #6 used- 'and yes, the way you look at me.' Title is ~~a blatant rip-off~~ derived from the Anna Nalick song.
Music: Anna Nalick - Breathe (2 AM) Because it gave me a title, I oughta provide it, even though part of me was hoping to save it for another fic. Ah well.
Title: Smile (2 AM)
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 535
Summary: Edward stretched, glancing at the clock. Two in the morning.

( Fake Cut )

brotherselric @ 2006-12-17T19:15:00

2006-12-18T01:25:11Z

Title: "Expectation, Hope, Prophecy"
Author: Jade Pen
Beta-reader: chiharu_octavia
Rating: G
Genre: General, trace amounts of Fluff
Summary: "We'll finally have everything we need!"
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( Follow the fake LJ-cut~! )

A special invitation~

2006-10-06T17:19:37Z

((New RP pimp. Forgive me if it isn't appropriate for the comm; tell me and I'll take it down.))

What would the characters of your favorite fandom do when faced with the chance to gain (potentially) ultimate knowledge, at the cost of four years away from home? What would you do with the chance to create another mugenjou_high?

( Read your invitation and decide for yourself. )

lol, cosplay. :D

2006-06-19T03:14:58Z

Here are some more cosplay photos of myself and michimoro as movie!Al and manga!Ed, this time at A-Kon last weekend. (Movie spoilers as to Al's appearance!)

EDIT: Fixed pictures. Silly cosplay.com. XP

This height thing doesn't compute....

Her arm is made of awesome and win. :D

Oh noes!

I know, I'm not funny.

We found another Ed, who sat around on my suitcase with me.

We weren't the only Elric brothers there. These two were adorable. XD

[Fanfic] Ed & Al gen; Landing in London; When The Night Falls In; PG

2006-06-15T07:42:19Z

Character/Series: Edward Elric; Hohenheim Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Notes: Written as an accompaniment to When The Night Falls In. Written for 52_flavours, theme #41- Every act of love is separateness.
Title: Landing in London
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 698
Summary: They think he's still in shock, Edward figures, lying still and staring at the ceiling as his father and the doctor speak on the other side of the room.

( Fake Cut )

Character/Series: Alphonse Elric; Winry Rockbell; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Notes: Written as an accompaniment to Landing in London. Full-series spoilers. Written for 52_flavours, theme #24- So shaken as we are.
Title: When The Night Falls In
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 762
Summary: They think he's in shock still, he knows this.

( Fake Cut )

brotherselric @ 2006-04-07T22:02:00

2006-04-08T05:03:55Z

Oh wow, no ones posted here in a while! How sad! Well, I decided to share my Elric Kyoudai plushies ^_^

Click the pictures for the bigger versions.

Al's outfit is based off doujinshi and Kung-Fu uniforms ^_^ I'll eventually fix his hair (make it longer and darker, since it looks silly that way). Hope you all like ^___^

And, yes, I AM taking commissions on plushies, so please take a look for more info.

(crossposted between a few communities)

Fic: Heat (Rating: G)

2006-03-25T03:22:46Z

Hi. This is a reprint of a story I wrote for kaltia last year. I hope it's all right to post it here.

Title: Heat
Characters: Alphonse and Edward Elric
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: G
Word Count: 951
Disclaimer: So completely not mine, and no profit is being made.
Summary: It isn't easy being a disembodied soul.

It isn't easy being a disembodied soul.

Well, Al corrects himself, technically he isn't disembodied. He does have a body, even if it is an immense suit of spiky armour.

Most people look at him and see only his size and--he has to admit it--unnerving appearance. He knows, intellectually, that he's big and strong. He should know it, after all the battles he and Ed have had to fight. Emotionally, though, he still feels like a kid--and a kid playing dress-up, at that. When he wins yet another sparring match with Ed or has to look down to meet his brother's eyes, he thinks: Brother's older. He should be stronger than me. He should be taller.

Still, those are only moments...jarring moments, it's true, but mere pinpricks compared to the thing he misses most.

Ed thinks that what he misses most are things like eating and sleeping. He does miss food, in a way, for he remembers enjoying it. He doesn't miss sleep so much as he misses the chance to escape from worries for a while and just dream peacefully. He remembers waking up happy after good dreams; he can even remember shivering beneath his blankets because of nightmares. But he can't quite recall the actual flavour of food or the true savour of dreams.

He's never told Ed this, and he's never going to. Ed would suffer agonies of guilt over it, emotionally whipping himself for the pain he imagined Al to be feeling. Al suspects that Brother would never believe that not remembering every detail of his pre-armour existence is a mercy. He knows that if he remembered with perfect clarity everything that he lost when he lost his human body, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

He knows this, because there is one thing that he recalls perfectly, one sense that he lacks and that nearly everyone seems to forget that he lacks: the sense of touch.

It's not as if he can't touch things. He can put his iron hand on, say, a table with no problem. If he strikes the table just so, he can feel the table vibrating against his hand. But he can't feel the smoothness of the wood , the cut of its grain, the satiny lacquer of its finish. He can pet a kitten--he loves petting and cuddling kittens, for they purr, and the purring vibrates against his iron hands and makes them vibrate just a bit as well--but that's not the same thing as being able to feel the softness of the fur. He can't tell when someone has lightly brushed his arm in an attempt to get his attention; he can't feel the cold brass of a doorknob in his hand or the slipperiness of marble or the rough, jagged texture of tree bark.

It's like being in a sensory deprivation chamber, with no guarantee that he'll ever be free.

And this scares him. He's read far more than a boy his age normally would, and everything he's read hasn't been about alchemy. He's read about sensory deprivation tanks and about people who have lost their sense of touch due to accidents. Uncomfortable words like "induced psychosis" keep coming up.

Naturally, he hasn't mentioned any of this to Ed. Ed would reassure him, and calm him, and half-kill himself with guilt afterwards. He'd never, ever believe that Al didn't blame him, didn't even want to blame him. And what would be the point of telling Brother, anyway? It wasn't as if Ed could alter the armour and give it a sense of touch. He can't imagine how much Ed would have to give up in equivalent trade for that to take place. In fact, he doesn't want to imagine it.

And--perhaps unconsciously--Ed has solved part of the problem, for there's one thing that Al's iron body does register. Heat.

Most of the time, this is a hindrance rather than a help. Hot water, cold water, cold weather, humidity--all are invitations to rust. Rust. Exactly what the Elric brothers--one with an automail arm and leg, and the other with what amounts to a prosthetic body--don't need.

No, changing temperature is not normally a benefit.

But Ed has learned over the years that when Al needs to be held--as everyone does, Al thinks, at some time or other--he needs to be held for a long time. And Ed will sit curled against Al, cheek pressed against the iron breastplate, left hand pressed firmly enough against Al's back to leave fingerprints, his right leg twisted awkwardly around one of Al's legs in a way that Al knows can't be comfortable.

And gradually, the heat from Ed's face, body, arm and leg seeps into Al's armour, warming the patches where his brother's skin is pressed. This isn't like the heat of the summer sun that warms him all over; Al can feel, can almost see the heat impressions against his armour as if they were photographic negatives.

This is touch, Al decides at those times. He may not be able to feel the touch of a kitten's fur or the rough bark of a tree nowadays, but he knows his brother's touch, and it's warm and vivid and loving and real.

Ed would probably say that this was good, that he can feel--or perceive--Ed's touch, but that Al deserves more. So much more. "This isn't everything, little brother," he'd say, glaring at Al sternly.

No. There are other things he wants, and wants badly. His own body, for one. Being able to feel his brother's touch isn't everything.

But in Al's private opinion, nowadays, it comes darn close.

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A newbie.

2006-03-10T00:34:30Z

I just joined this community. I absolutely adore and support the brotherly relationship and love between the Elric brothers. Hope I'm doing this right after reading the rules....

Fanart~

2006-02-13T03:45:01Z

My Al-happy mood has been persuading me to draw him more often lately, thus i thought i'd share some : )

A fluffy story

2006-01-25T20:30:13Z

I claimed Edward and Alphonse Elric at 15hugs :)

Title: The First Time
Author: Lavender Ana/altering_fates
Fandom/Couple: Fullmetal Alchemist/Ed & Al Elric
Theme: #1--Teddy Bear
Rating: G
Word Count: 622
Warning: There is no Elricest in this story, but beware of extreme fluff. The brothers are really young in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters.

The First Time

"Are you ready, Al?"

"Uh...uh-huh."

"What's wrong, Al? I thought you wanted to do this."

"I did...I do! But...what if something goes wrong?"

"What could go wrong? We have all the materials we need. All we have to do is follow the instructions in dad's book!"

"Yeah..."

"Come on, Al, what's the worst that can happen?"

The younger brother paused, then smiled. "You're right, Brother. I trust you."

Ed, the older brother, grinned. "Great, let's do it then!"

Following the book's instructions, the two boys carefully drew a chalk array on the floor. In the center, Ed placed the materials needed for the transmutation. He and Al then kneeled next to the array; they were ready to begin.

"Okay, Al?"

"Mm-hm."

"All right, let's do it!"

Each brother laid his hands, palms down, on the floor. Within seconds, the array began to glow. At first the glow was pale and rather weak, but as the brothers concentrated more, the light strengthened. Soon the room was filled with the array's bright, yellow brilliance. The mass in the center of the array began to take shape. No longer was it a random pile of materials. It had a head, a face, a body...

Ed's heart jumped. Al gasped in amazement. They were actually doing it, a transmutation. They were doing alchemy.

Al turned to face Ed. "We're really doing it, Brother!"

Ed smiled. He was just as excited as his brother. "You see, I told you, Al. We did it! Let's see how it turned out."

The boys lifted their hands off the floor, ending the transmutation. The light of the array faded and was soon gone; only the chalk outline remained. Ed and Al scurried to the center, eager to behold their very first transmutation: there, lying on its side, was a small, brown teddy bear.

With pride, Ed beamed at their accomplishment. He wanted to share this moment with his brother, so he turned to look at him. But, to Ed's surprise, Al's face expressed not elation but disappointment.

"What's wrong, Al? We actually transmuted something. You should be happy."

"Oh...well, I am happy, Brother, but...look at him."

Ed's gazed shifted to the newly created teddy bear, and he immediately saw the cause of Al's disappointment: the teddy bear was missing an arm and a leg. Ed couldn't help but feel disappointed, too. He could have sworn that they had done everything right. Maybe his measurements had been off...

An utterance of "I'm sorry," interrupted Ed's self-accusing thoughts. Startled, Ed faced his brother. "Al?"

"I...I'm sorry, Brother. I probably didn't try hard enough. It's my fault that it didn't turn out right."

Ed sighed a little. It was so like Al to take the blame. But Ed wasn't about to let Al feel ashamed, especially not for something he should be proud of.

"Come on, Al, there's nothing for you to be sorry for. It was just our first try, you know." Ed picked up the teddy bear. "Besides, he didn't turn out so bad. Look, he's missing an arm and a leg, but the rest of him turned out great."

Ed handed the bear to his brother. As Al examined the bear, his face brightened. "You're right, Brother. The rest of him looks pretty good. And he's nice and soft. And he's even smiling!"

Ed was smiling, too. He was happy to see Al's guilt disappear. "You see? We just have to keep practicing."

Ed's reassurance made Al feel even better. The younger boy was so happy that he threw his arms around his brother. "Right, Brother. We got to keep trying. And then, someday, we'll be real alchemists!"

Ed, while returning his brother's embrace, said, "No, Al. We already are."

and then Ed and Al didn't live happily ever after

2006-01-13T03:35:09Z

So mikkeneko writes In Living Memory. ILM is a story that takes place six years after the anime, in which Edward has been thrown in prison for crimes he didn't commit. It's hard to pimp this story without giving away everything interesting about the fic, but suffice to say it's a GREAT read. It's like reading a mystery: the explanation isn't fully given away until the end. =D

And then, there was prisonfic.

mikkeneko and I got into a long discussion about ILM and basically, she bunnied me. So I wrote a prequel: the story of Ed's six long years in jail. It's not really the brothers Elric, though, so just a quick link. (The side story Responsibility (post-prisonfic) is brothers Elric, though. ^^;; )

The cool part of this is that it inspired the fantastic authors cryogenia and kaltia to also write fic! Both are writing portions of a sequel to In Living Memory.

A History of Violence by cryogenia is a fantastic look into Ed's psyche after prison. This story literally picks up where In Living Memory left off, and cryo has a natural touch with this sort of quiet angst. I just can't wait to see where she takes it. Be warned: swearing occurs. Ed is just always foul-mouthed. Also, unfinished.

A History, part 1 - Ed's first bath in six years

A History, part 2 - Ed and Al start for Central

A History, part 3 - Ed gets re-arrested.

She also has side stories:

Interlude: Stille Nacht - Ed muses about Al and what he's gained and lost.

To Call Me Mellow - technically an AU, since prisonfic is gen: Ed wakes up with morning wood. NC-17 warning. ^^;;

And last but not least, ( Prison!fic: untitled, by Kaltia ) - kaltia really needs no acclaim: she's a well-known elricest writer. One could consider this little story to have hints, if you squint, but it's generally gen. It's just a few very painful, tender moments between Ed and Al - Ed is still awkward and uncertain, but he's trying. It's heartbreaking. ;____;

OKAY. so. go forth and read!

x-posted to fma_gen, brotherselric, and fm_alchemist

More cosplay! Run away~~~!

2005-12-30T00:50:58Z

As I promised last time I posted, here's my Al cosplay with my very short Ed, michimoro, and her metal automail at Nan Desu Kan. XD;

"YOU'RE NOT BUYING IT."

Because Ed is clearly a lightweight.

I think Ed would DESTROY Sasuke.

Why yes, I can fight with my eyes closed! I can't, however, pose for photos, while michimoro can do both at all times, including while asleep.

We ran into another Ed in the hall, and we all had our stupid emo glasses on, so just for fun....

XD; If anyone else has more, please let me know!

x-posted to fm_alchemist

brotherselric @ 2005-12-28T17:47:00

2005-12-29T01:53:15Z

Title: The Armor
Author: pewter_alyssum
Rating: G
Summary: Two curious little boys finally get a chance to examine the armor in Father's study.

( Just a Big Tin Can )

My first post to this community! I stumbled on it long ago, loved it, and promptly forgot about. Well, I'm back, I've joined, and I come bearing fic!

Hi!

2005-12-28T18:47:02Z

I'm Redrose, I'm rather new here and I want to post a fic. It's a general fic, about post Munich. Bare with me, it started as a crossover, but it is heavy on the Edward Alphonse relationship.

It's long and I will post it chapter after chapter.
Let me know if the boys are in Character. It's my first fic with them and I find Edward very difficult to write with. Also, I've only seen about 20 eps, with my son, Chris, and I’ve never seen the movie, so I might have some inconsistencies.

I’d love some advice. The story is a Who crossover, but it is so heavy on FMA, the Whoverse stuff is subtle and I explain it as the story goes so you don’t need to even know what Doctor Who is if you read it.
Redrose

"Blood Pride and the Gilded Cage"

PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
Jack
Jack Harkness had to hand it to the kid. He successfully sealed the gate. The portal to the other world was no longer a threat.

It was cold, and a breeze swirled snow around his feet. It was cold and biting, but he didn’t feel it. His warm wool coat easily kept off the cold wet sting off. Captain Jack Harkness lay at a distance with binoculars in hand watching them. Just over the snowy knoll he was hiding behind he saw the object of his new mission. Two young men, no more than boys, standing on the road waving down vehicles as they passed by. They seemed harmless, children in the eyes of his society. The youngest, under his heavy German army issue coat, wore a blue suit jacket, matching slacks and white shirt, with suspenders. His clothes were large on him. He needed a belt to hold up the pants, and both sleeves and pants were rolled up. His long dark gold hair was tied tight at the nape of his neck, and tucked into his jacket. He carried a battered leather suitcase and trailed behind the older boy, occasionally stopping to point at something.

The other boy shared the same height as the younger. A leather thong in the back of his head bound his long yellow gold hair. He was dressed in a long brown frock coat, light brown slacks, a vest, and a white shirt. He was slender, and very pretty. Yet, his features were hardened, revealing a very uptight young man.

Pulling out his communicator Jack spoke steadily to his agency. “I found them, yes, I’m sure its Edward and Alphonse Elric. They both have gold eyes…” He paused checking the gadget on his wrist. “And their readings are off the chart. Should I try to intercept them before they make contact?”

“Your orders are to proceed according to plan.” A voice rippled over the static.

“Damn,“ Jack frowned. They always insisted on doing things by the book. He shook his head, watching the elder Elric. He was darned cute, and legal to boot. Jack shook his head. It was unfortunate that these post WWII types were so narrow-minded. Edward Elric would make quite the catch. Well, he could dream couldn’t he? “Copy, but we don’t want to sit on this too long, I saw what these kids could do when they brought down the Thule Society three months ago. They’re dangerous.”

There was a pause, headquarters wasn’t going to budge on this one. “You have your orders, Captain. Over and out.” With a faint smile Jack Harkness shrugged. He had his orders, but he still didn’t like it. Switching off his device, he continued to watch the youngsters. A truck pulled over and the boys were piling in the back.
Chapter 1

1923
Alphonse Elric

The silver face of the full moon glittered down on the dark streets of Munich. It was an old city with medieval buildings and gabled houses. Electric lights illuminated its cobblestone streets like glittering stars.

People crowded the streets, filling the financial district below. It was normally quiet this time of night. Save for a few bars and beer houses most business were closed, and with the dying economy, people stayed home more often than not.

But tonight was different. Alphonse Elric wrapped his arms about his chest and gazed wearily down at the streets below. In the distance, he saw several men, dressed in gray uniforms with swastika armbands, carrying candles. They marched in rows, parading down the street followed by a few black cars. It was quiet, yet a eerily moving protest.

It churned Al’s stomach and he had to look away. Many in the city were still in an uproar since Hitler’s failed Beer Hall rally in November. Protest ragged regularly in the streets because he and his Nazi party were heroes to the people even though they used armed force in their latest debacle. The undying support of the Nazi party worried Al. With the Nazis so closely tied with the Thule Society, Alphonse was certain they were involved with the failed attempt to invade World of Alchemy two months ago.

Which inevitably would put he and Edward in danger, especially in Munich.

“It seems, we can’t escape power hungry organizations, even here.” Alphonse whispered, closing the window and blinds. It was a shame really; he had hoped he and Edward would find peace in their new home. Even with war looming over the horizon, Alphonse secretly wished the turbulent politics and turmoil shaking Munich would pass with a peaceful solution.

Their wanderings brought them back to Munich, and Edward returned to where he and his friends used to live so he could go through their stuff and lay to rest the last several months he spent with Alphonse Heinrich and his rocket research.

The apartment was the type of place Al expected Ed to live. It was small, with a kitchen/living room combination and one bedroom. It was modestly furnished with a simple oak table, three chairs, a pull out couch and two beds. It wasn’t very homey; Edward had no art or pictures to hang on the white plaster walls. The floors were dark hard wood with no carpeting. The older boy was too much of a wanderer to settle down in one place, and decorating wasn’t one of his priorities and apparently Heinrich was too caught up in his work to care. It was plain, a place to sleep, study, and eat, and nothing more. The only thing of significance was a bookshelf near the window, filled to the brim with books on engineering, chemistry and physics.

Sighing, the younger Elric glanced across the small apartment at his brother. The 18 year old sat at the table, chewing on the back of a pencil, newspaper in hand, scanning the job listings. Puffing a breath of air, he brushed his long blond bangs from his determined stare. After a moment he sighed, dropping the pencil and paper to the table and burying his head in his arms. Edward had changed a great deal since their wanderings in Amestris. Physically he was very much the same man, perhaps a hair taller, and thinner, but he seemed tired if not a little depressed; which worried Alphonse. “I understand Hitler is a little obsessed with the mystical arts, Alchemy included. We’ll have to watch our backs.” Edward said meeting Alphonse’s gaze with moist golden eyes. "We’ll be fine, I’ll take good care of you, Al, just like before.”

Alphonse gave his brother a fond smile. When would he stop protecting him? “And I will take care of you, Brother, just like before. After all, that’s why I couldn’t leave you here, all alone.”

They had arrived in Munich a week ago, and Alphonse was learning a about the new world he was now a part of. Though he didn’t know enough to safely wander about alone. He had enough knowledge of the politics and culture to see there were close parallels to his world. The only major difference was Alchemy didn’t work. This world was the conduit of Alchemical energy to theirs and had no dimensional outsource to let the science of equivalent exchange work.

Instead it was machines that guided this world. They took the place of master alchemists and their powers. As a result, history took another path. Al supposed Hitler existed in their world as well, but perhaps he was the architect he failed to be here.

Shouts outside made Alphonse wrap his arms about his small frame. Nazis didn’t exist in his world. They were by far the most evil force they had encountered here. What made matters worse was they knew of the world of Alchemy and the powers that existed there. The last thing Alphonse and Edward wanted was for the Thule society to track them down.

In fact, they were so concerned about it, Edward hadn’t even spoken to any of his neighbors, save for his landlady and only planned on staying long enough to deal with Alphonse Heinrick’s belongings and leave.

The 17 year old crossed the room and seated himself in the chair across form his brother. Pressing his face in his hand he studied Edward and frowned. His elder brother was pale and too thin. The famine and food rationing were taking a toll on him. “Brother,” he began. “I’m worried about you.”

Edward met his gaze and offered a devilish smile. “I guess that means avoiding those ugly rallies. We better stay in tonight.”

He smiled weakly at Edward as the young man leaned back in his chair. For the moment, a mischievous smile crossed his face, and Edward Elric looked like his old self. He waved a finger in the air. “Yup, Hitler. I don’t like him. Even if he is a short son of a bitch, he has all the makings of a real psycho and I hope he stays in jail until he rots!”

The boy lifted a brow and smiled wearily at his older brother. “I just don’t know why they listen, brother, not at all.”

Edward grunted, and came to a stand. Annoyance crossed his brow and, he looked toward the window. Faint flakes of snow were drifting down, and a cold breeze rustled the curtains. In the distance Alphonse heard the shouts from the crowd below. “He told them what they want to hear. They don’t want to be responsible for their misfortune, he gave them a scapegoat. The last War did a lot of damage to the German people. Hitler boosted their pride and gave them reasons to justify their hatred for the Jews and other outsiders. Familiar eh? People don’t change, whereever you go, no one wants to hear the truth, they’d rather stay in the dark and be blind.”

Alphonse thought of the years they spent together searching for the Philosopher’s stone. Edward was right, sometimes people didn’t want the truth, and they just wanted someone to blame. The boy sighed heavily and shook his head. “Brother, what have we gotten ourselves into? Why can’t people learn?”

Shrugging, Edward came to his feet, and crossed into the kitchen. It wasn’t very large, but it was well equipped with a woodstove, icebox, large sink, wall cabinets, a counter top and an empty walk in pantry.

Next to the sink, Edward stashed the third chair for convenience. He was still unusually short and unable to reach the cabinets over the counter top. Using the chair, Edward reached the cabinet above his head and rooted around until he located a glass. “I stopped asking that some time ago.” He informed jumping down and filling his glass with water. “I just get pissed off.” He took a swallow and placed the glass in the sink. “Don’t worry about it Al, we’re not staying long. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”

With a nod Alphonse watched his brother cross the room to a single door adjacent to the kitchen. He vanished inside, leaving Alphonse alone in the flickering gaslight. They were starting over in a world alien to them, and Edward had already butted heads with the political forces sweeping the land. How would they survive? No wonder Edward was frustrated; they were trying to move a mountain.

“Give it time.” Alphonse whispered to himself in an attempt to restrain his own doubts and fears. He’d never admit it to his brother, but he was frightened and homesick.
Yet he knew deep down Edward must have been feeling far worse. Edward took full responsibility for Alphonse and would do everything in his power to make sure his younger brother was taken care of. And right now, their lives were far from stable.

The boy cleared his thoughts. To upset himself with things he could do nothing about would not help his brother or himself. With patience they could achieve anything. It paid off in the past, and it would do so now.

Shaking his head, the younger Elric came to his feet and walked toward the Bedroom. He too was feeling very weary.
&&&&

White snow blanketed the streets and buildings. It was lovely, and kissed the windows with delicate patterns of frost and ice. It reminded Al of Central back home.

By midmorning, the streets of Munich were bustling with activity. Residents shoveled the streets and sidewalks, and cleared the path for horse drawn carriages and automobiles. Large barrels filled with wood and coal burned near the alleys, and people huddled about stomping their feet and rubbing their hands over the warm fires. They spoke in low voices, mostly complaints about the weather and economy. The current economy stifled business and very few stores opened, and those that did had hideously high prices. The mark was nearly worthless and inflation was up to an unimaginable high. Yet people, dressed in heavy grey coats, and warm hats were out moving up and down the streets, some wandering aimlessly, others in search of the labor offices or food rationing stands.

Children played in the streets, kicking cans, tossing dice and slipping on the ice without a care in the world. Their play was only interrupted by the occasional automobile or horse drawn carriage passing by or shopkeeper shouting for them to leave his storefront.

The boy exhaled and watched his own breath puff out as frozen mist. It was very cold, and he was grateful for the warm frock coat, gloves and scarf bundled about his slender body. He preferred winter in the country. The city with its dirty snow and smelly streets was an unpleasant sight. Rizenbool on the other hand was beautiful, with its snowcapped rooftops and crystal coated tree branches sparkling in morning light. He missed home in the winter.

“Just see if you can scare up some bread and some fresh fruit!” Edward Elric shouted out the window as Alphonse stepped out onto the sidewalk below. Thanks to their father’s Swiss Bank accounts they had enough to buy food and other necessities. Yet Edward and Alphonse were thrifty young men. They took only what they needed and preferred to work for their living rather than take what Edward called blood money.

“Fruit, right…” Alphonse looked up. Ignoring the strange stares from the people around him, the younger Elric cupped his hand over his brow, and squinted at the sunlight in his eyes. He made out his brother as he leaned out the window, hands curled around the ledge. He was smiling like his old self, but then again, Edward Elric always got excited about food. “Anything in particular?” There was a famine and fresh fruits were hard to come by. Alphonse would be lucky if he found anything.

“Apples.” Edward announced. “Noah likes them. It will be a treat for her when she comes back today!”

The gypsy girl was well known in town, and some people looked away and whispered to each other. An old woman dressed in a gray shall and dark thick clothing glared at Alphonse disapprovingly and mouthed the words “shame on you.”

The boy’s face reddened and he shifted his feet uncomfortably. Why did Edward have to mention Noah? Two young men living with a woman was seen as rather inappropriate and would make them stand out.

Then again, Edward didn’t care about these things, he liked the attention, even if Alphonse preferred the quiet. Cringing, Alphonse tried to ignore the woman, and the stares. It was only a matter of time before Edward noticed. “Yes, brother.” Alphonse looked up through his sandy brown bangs.

Noticing Alphonse’s embarrassment, Edward’s gaze narrowed and he fixed his attention on the on lookers. “Hey… What the hell are all you staring at? Can’t a guy get his breakfast without a audience?” He waved his hands, annoyance flaring in his voice. “God Damn it! You’d think this is a sideshow or something!”

Nope, nothing out of the ordinary here, Alphonse shook his head. With a sigh, the youth puffed out his dark blond bangs. He turned on his heal and swiftly began to walk. Someday, Edward would realize he was a sideshow. “Well, there goes keeping a low profile… Guess I can look at the bright side, no one mentioned his height…”
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Edward Elric

“Now, where was I?” Edward Elric asked himself. Wearily, he stared at the notes scrawled on the papers before him. Distantly he heard the shots from the Germans below his window as they cursed his mother and whoever else they could blame for his birth. He caused quite a stir turning a normally mundane morning into one his neighbors would never forget. Not that he did it deliberately. Edward Elric had no idea how to speak with people. He had a short temper and little patience for others. Especially when it came to his business.

Germans were nosy and opinionated and made judgments unscientifically. Something that annoyed Edward to no end. Running his hands though his pale golden hair, Edward sighed. With an effort, he tuned the voices out and let his mind focus on his notes. He had recorded their travels and his research into rockets for some time and was finally going through them and wondering if they were any use to him now.

The letters were blurry, and he was forced to lift the notes up close to see them clearly. “Crap!” He cursed, dropping the notebook and rubbing his eyes. Why couldn’t life give him a little break? “I can always use father’s glasses,” he thought, but shook his head. His eyes were horrid yet, and he could see the print perfectly fine if he lifted the notes off the table. But it was inconvenient, especially since research was vital to his very way of life.

Frustrated he pushed aside his notes and studied the pile of books, scatted over the table. Most of the material was based on Alphonse Heinrich’s research. Heinrich and he spent months together working on rocket propulsion under Oberth.

Twitching, Edward lifted Alphonse Heinrich’s personal notebook up and tried to get the gumption to open it. Al was looking through it earlier that morning, curious about his doppelganger.

Edward avoided Alphonse’s notes, they reminded him too much of their time together. A time he spent trying to get home and not realizing how much the people around him cared for him. He had totally disregarded Heinrich’s friendship and only saw him for the face he wore; the face of his younger brother. Carefully he opened it, and flipped through the pages of neat script. He remembered how Alphonse carefully performed and recorded their experiments. Terminal ill Alphonse Heinrich wanted to make a mark and change the world before he passed on. It was what kept him alive.

Tears filled Edwards eyes, blurring the print more and making it impossible for him to see. The young man drew a sharp breath and slapped the book closed. The Thule society murdered the young scientist and in the end he was responsible for the young man’s death.

Struggling to keep the tears at bay, Edward squeezed the notebook in his hands and bowed his head into its leather bindings. Alphonse Heinrich died saving him and here he was going through his work like it was just letters on a page.

Gritting his teeth he looked up, well aware he could easily lay claim to Alphonse’s work for himself.

No, he would send the note book to Obreth, Alphonse would want that and let his work live on.

He placed the book into the box, than stacked the rest of the books on top of it. In good conscience he couldn’t continue Alphonse’s work.

No, rockets would do him no good now; perhaps, he would do some research on Electricity, and travel to America to meet with Edison.

Wouldn’t Alphonse Heinrich want him to be happy if he were stuck in this world?

Edward breathed deep, realizing he was out of breath and feeling weary. Yet the day hadn’t even started. He had to make plans, were would they go? What universities could they travel to and learn from? What science could he make his mark with?

There were many brilliant scientist he fancied to talk with. Einstein for one, or Tesla even Chemist Walther Nernst. What Edward would give to study their research. At heart he was a nomad, and wanted to travel the world learning what ever he could, but now that Al was there, he had responsibilities .

So much to do, he was a genius, but not even he knew where to start.

He side glanced his bedroom, realizing he had collected many books concerning Tesla, and was fascinated with the man’s research on electromagnetic fields and cosmic rays. And what sort of wonders could he do if they harnessed cosmic rays? Was it true that Tesla created a death ray capable of leveling 400miles of trees in 1908 in Tunguska?

“Hump, I could have done it.” Edward said aloud. Coming to a stand, he tightened his fists and smirked manically. “I was an alchemy GOD!”

He smacked his fists against the table. The dull pain of misfiring nerves, vibrated up his automail arm. It reminded him of how foolish he had been in the past. He wasn’t a God, just a child with more power than he deserved.

But he was stripped of it now. He was as mortal and helpless like everyone else.

An ache in his left hand made him frown. Reluctantly he lifted his hand and studied the flesh as a bruise appeared across the soft human flesh. He hadn’t struck the table that hard. If he had, the automail would have damaged the thin sheath of artificial skin covering on it.

Odd, he never bruised that easily. Why now? “Vitamin deficiency.” He thought. He hadn’t been eating well. Clumsily, he rubbed his palm with his artificial hand. He had to eat better and get more rest.

There was a knock at the door. Exhaling, Edward walked over to it. “Hang on Al!” Al was earlier than he planned, but then again it would give them more time to clean the place for Noah’s arrival.

He smiled and realized he was excited about seeing the girl. She was exotic, and good at heart, nothing like Winrey, but a good person nonetheless.

Jerking the door open, Edward Elric was surprised to see a dark haired man who looked identical to Roy Mustang in a dark pinstriped suit standing there. He smiled down “Guten tag, Herr Elric!” his voice was thick with a strong German accent. “I am Mr. Gustave Kaiser , I understand you are an Alchemist. I would like to hire you…”

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I'm Redrose, I'm rather new here and I want to post a fic. It's a general fic, about post Munich. Bare with me, it started as a crossover, but it is heavy on the Edward Alphonse relationship.

It's long and I will post it chapter after chapter.
Let me know if the boys are in Character. It's my first fic with them and I find Edward very difficult to write with. Also, I've only seen about 20 eps, with my son, Chris, and I’ve never seen the movie, so I might have some inconsistencies.

I’d love some advice. The story is a Who crossover, but it is so heavy on FMA, the Whoverse stuff is subtle and I explain it as the story goes so you don’t need to even know what Doctor Who is if you read it.
Redrose

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"Blood Pride and the Gilded Cage"

PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
Jack
Jack Harkness had to hand it to the kid. He successfully sealed the gate. The portal to the other world was no longer a threat.

It was cold, and a breeze swirled snow around his feet. It was cold and biting, but he didn’t feel it. His warm wool coat easily kept off the cold wet sting off. Captain Jack Harkness lay at a distance with binoculars in hand watching them. Just over the snowy knoll he was hiding behind he saw the object of his new mission. Two young men, no more than boys, standing on the road waving down vehicles as they passed by. They seemed harmless, children in the eyes of his society. The youngest, under his heavy German army issue coat, wore a blue suit jacket, matching slacks and white shirt, with suspenders. His clothes were large on him. He needed a belt to hold up the pants, and both sleeves and pants were rolled up. His long dark gold hair was tied tight at the nape of his neck, and tucked into his jacket. He carried a battered leather suitcase and trailed behind the older boy, occasionally stopping to point at something.

The other boy shared the same height as the younger. A leather thong in the back of his head bound his long yellow gold hair. He was dressed in a long brown frock coat, light brown slacks, a vest, and a white shirt. He was slender, and very pretty. Yet, his features were hardened, revealing a very uptight young man.

Pulling out his communicator Jack spoke steadily to his agency. “I found them, yes, I’m sure its Edward and Alphonse Elric. They both have gold eyes…” He paused checking the gadget on his wrist. “And their readings are off the chart. Should I try to intercept them before they make contact?”

“Your orders are to proceed according to plan.” A voice rippled over the static.

“Damn,“ Jack frowned. They always insisted on doing things by the book. He shook his head, watching the elder Elric. He was darned cute, and legal to boot. Jack shook his head. It was unfortunate that these post WWII types were so narrow-minded. Edward Elric would make quite the catch. Well, he could dream couldn’t he? “Copy, but we don’t want to sit on this too long, I saw what these kids could do when they brought down the Thule Society three months ago. They’re dangerous.”

There was a pause, headquarters wasn’t going to budge on this one. “You have your orders, Captain. Over and out.” With a faint smile Jack Harkness shrugged. He had his orders, but he still didn’t like it. Switching off his device, he continued to watch the youngsters. A truck pulled over and the boys were piling in the back.
Chapter 1

1923
Alphonse Elric

The silver face of the full moon glittered down on the dark streets of Munich. It was an old city with medieval buildings and gabled houses. Electric lights illuminated its cobblestone streets like glittering stars.

People crowded the streets, filling the financial district below. It was normally quiet this time of night. Save for a few bars and beer houses most business were closed, and with the dying economy, people stayed home more often than not.

But tonight was different. Alphonse Elric wrapped his arms about his chest and gazed wearily down at the streets below. In the distance, he saw several men, dressed in gray uniforms with swastika armbands, carrying candles. They marched in rows, parading down the street followed by a few black cars. It was quiet, yet a eerily moving protest.

It churned Al’s stomach and he had to look away. Many in the city were still in an uproar since Hitler’s failed Beer Hall rally in November. Protest ragged regularly in the streets because he and his Nazi party were heroes to the people even though they used armed force in their latest debacle. The undying support of the Nazi party worried Al. With the Nazis so closely tied with the Thule Society, Alphonse was certain they were involved with the failed attempt to invade World of Alchemy two months ago.

Which inevitably would put he and Edward in danger, especially in Munich.

“It seems, we can’t escape power hungry organizations, even here.” Alphonse whispered, closing the window and blinds. It was a shame really; he had hoped he and Edward would find peace in their new home. Even with war looming over the horizon, Alphonse secretly wished the turbulent politics and turmoil shaking Munich would pass with a peaceful solution.

Their wanderings brought them back to Munich, and Edward returned to where he and his friends used to live so he could go through their stuff and lay to rest the last several months he spent with Alphonse Heinrich and his rocket research.

The apartment was the type of place Al expected Ed to live. It was small, with a kitchen/living room combination and one bedroom. It was modestly furnished with a simple oak table, three chairs, a pull out couch and two beds. It wasn’t very homey; Edward had no art or pictures to hang on the white plaster walls. The floors were dark hard wood with no carpeting. The older boy was too much of a wanderer to settle down in one place, and decorating wasn’t one of his priorities and apparently Heinrich was too caught up in his work to care. It was plain, a place to sleep, study, and eat, and nothing more. The only thing of significance was a bookshelf near the window, filled to the brim with books on engineering, chemistry and physics.

Sighing, the younger Elric glanced across the small apartment at his brother. The 18 year old sat at the table, chewing on the back of a pencil, newspaper in hand, scanning the job listings. Puffing a breath of air, he brushed his long blond bangs from his determined stare. After a moment he sighed, dropping the pencil and paper to the table and burying his head in his arms. Edward had changed a great deal since their wanderings in Amestris. Physically he was very much the same man, perhaps a hair taller, and thinner, but he seemed tired if not a little depressed; which worried Alphonse. “I understand Hitler is a little obsessed with the mystical arts, Alchemy included. We’ll have to watch our backs.” Edward said meeting Alphonse’s gaze with moist golden eyes. "We’ll be fine, I’ll take good care of you, Al, just like before.”

Alphonse gave his brother a fond smile. When would he stop protecting him? “And I will take care of you, Brother, just like before. After all, that’s why I couldn’t leave you here, all alone.”

They had arrived in Munich a week ago, and Alphonse was learning a about the new world he was now a part of. Though he didn’t know enough to safely wander about alone. He had enough knowledge of the politics and culture to see there were close parallels to his world. The only major difference was Alchemy didn’t work. This world was the conduit of Alchemical energy to theirs and had no dimensional outsource to let the science of equivalent exchange work.

Instead it was machines that guided this world. They took the place of master alchemists and their powers. As a result, history took another path. Al supposed Hitler existed in their world as well, but perhaps he was the architect he failed to be here.

Shouts outside made Alphonse wrap his arms about his small frame. Nazis didn’t exist in his world. They were by far the most evil force they had encountered here. What made matters worse was they knew of the world of Alchemy and the powers that existed there. The last thing Alphonse and Edward wanted was for the Thule society to track them down.

In fact, they were so concerned about it, Edward hadn’t even spoken to any of his neighbors, save for his landlady and only planned on staying long enough to deal with Alphonse Heinrick’s belongings and leave.

The 17 year old crossed the room and seated himself in the chair across form his brother. Pressing his face in his hand he studied Edward and frowned. His elder brother was pale and too thin. The famine and food rationing were taking a toll on him. “Brother,” he began. “I’m worried about you.”

Edward met his gaze and offered a devilish smile. “I guess that means avoiding those ugly rallies. We better stay in tonight.”

He smiled weakly at Edward as the young man leaned back in his chair. For the moment, a mischievous smile crossed his face, and Edward Elric looked like his old self. He waved a finger in the air. “Yup, Hitler. I don’t like him. Even if he is a short son of a bitch, he has all the makings of a real psycho and I hope he stays in jail until he rots!”

The boy lifted a brow and smiled wearily at his older brother. “I just don’t know why they listen, brother, not at all.”

Edward grunted, and came to a stand. Annoyance crossed his brow and, he looked toward the window. Faint flakes of snow were drifting down, and a cold breeze rustled the curtains. In the distance Alphonse heard the shouts from the crowd below. “He told them what they want to hear. They don’t want to be responsible for their misfortune, he gave them a scapegoat. The last War did a lot of damage to the German people. Hitler boosted their pride and gave them reasons to justify their hatred for the Jews and other outsiders. Familiar eh? People don’t change, whereever you go, no one wants to hear the truth, they’d rather stay in the dark and be blind.”

Alphonse thought of the years they spent together searching for the Philosopher’s stone. Edward was right, sometimes people didn’t want the truth, and they just wanted someone to blame. The boy sighed heavily and shook his head. “Brother, what have we gotten ourselves into? Why can’t people learn?”

Shrugging, Edward came to his feet, and crossed into the kitchen. It wasn’t very large, but it was well equipped with a woodstove, icebox, large sink, wall cabinets, a counter top and an empty walk in pantry.

Next to the sink, Edward stashed the third chair for convenience. He was still unusually short and unable to reach the cabinets over the counter top. Using the chair, Edward reached the cabinet above his head and rooted around until he located a glass. “I stopped asking that some time ago.” He informed jumping down and filling his glass with water. “I just get pissed off.” He took a swallow and placed the glass in the sink. “Don’t worry about it Al, we’re not staying long. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”

With a nod Alphonse watched his brother cross the room to a single door adjacent to the kitchen. He vanished inside, leaving Alphonse alone in the flickering gaslight. They were starting over in a world alien to them, and Edward had already butted heads with the political forces sweeping the land. How would they survive? No wonder Edward was frustrated; they were trying to move a mountain.

“Give it time.” Alphonse whispered to himself in an attempt to restrain his own doubts and fears. He’d never admit it to his brother, but he was frightened and homesick.
Yet he knew deep down Edward must have been feeling far worse. Edward took full responsibility for Alphonse and would do everything in his power to make sure his younger brother was taken care of. And right now, their lives were far from stable.

The boy cleared his thoughts. To upset himself with things he could do nothing about would not help his brother or himself. With patience they could achieve anything. It paid off in the past, and it would do so now.

Shaking his head, the younger Elric came to his feet and walked toward the Bedroom. He too was feeling very weary.
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White snow blanketed the streets and buildings. It was lovely, and kissed the windows with delicate patterns of frost and ice. It reminded Al of Central back home.

By midmorning, the streets of Munich were bustling with activity. Residents shoveled the streets and sidewalks, and cleared the path for horse drawn carriages and automobiles. Large barrels filled with wood and coal burned near the alleys, and people huddled about stomping their feet and rubbing their hands over the warm fires. They spoke in low voices, mostly complaints about the weather and economy. The current economy stifled business and very few stores opened, and those that did had hideously high prices. The mark was nearly worthless and inflation was up to an unimaginable high. Yet people, dressed in heavy grey coats, and warm hats were out moving up and down the streets, some wandering aimlessly, others in search of the labor offices or food rationing stands.

Children played in the streets, kicking cans, tossing dice and slipping on the ice without a care in the world. Their play was only interrupted by the occasional automobile or horse drawn carriage passing by or shopkeeper shouting for them to leave his storefront.

The boy exhaled and watched his own breath puff out as frozen mist. It was very cold, and he was grateful for the warm frock coat, gloves and scarf bundled about his slender body. He preferred winter in the country. The city with its dirty snow and smelly streets was an unpleasant sight. Rizenbool on the other hand was beautiful, with its snowcapped rooftops and crystal coated tree branches sparkling in morning light. He missed home in the winter.

“Just see if you can scare up some bread and some fresh fruit!” Edward Elric shouted out the window as Alphonse stepped out onto the sidewalk below. Thanks to their father’s Swiss Bank accounts they had enough to buy food and other necessities. Yet Edward and Alphonse were thrifty young men. They took only what they needed and preferred to work for their living rather than take what Edward called blood money.

“Fruit, right…” Alphonse looked up. Ignoring the strange stares from the people around him, the younger Elric cupped his hand over his brow, and squinted at the sunlight in his eyes. He made out his brother as he leaned out the window, hands curled around the ledge. He was smiling like his old self, but then again, Edward Elric always got excited about food. “Anything in particular?” There was a famine and fresh fruits were hard to come by. Alphonse would be lucky if he found anything.

“Apples.” Edward announced. “Noah likes them. It will be a treat for her when she comes back today!”

The gypsy girl was well known in town, and some people looked away and whispered to each other. An old woman dressed in a gray shall and dark thick clothing glared at Alphonse disapprovingly and mouthed the words “shame on you.”

The boy’s face reddened and he shifted his feet uncomfortably. Why did Edward have to mention Noah? Two young men living with a woman was seen as rather inappropriate and would make them stand out.

Then again, Edward didn’t care about these things, he liked the attention, even if Alphonse preferred the quiet. Cringing, Alphonse tried to ignore the woman, and the stares. It was only a matter of time before Edward noticed. “Yes, brother.” Alphonse looked up through his sandy brown bangs.

Noticing Alphonse’s embarrassment, Edward’s gaze narrowed and he fixed his attention on the on lookers. “Hey… What the hell are all you staring at? Can’t a guy get his breakfast without a audience?” He waved his hands, annoyance flaring in his voice. “God Damn it! You’d think this is a sideshow or something!”

Nope, nothing out of the ordinary here, Alphonse shook his head. With a sigh, the youth puffed out his dark blond bangs. He turned on his heal and swiftly began to walk. Someday, Edward would realize he was a sideshow. “Well, there goes keeping a low profile… Guess I can look at the bright side, no one mentioned his height…”
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Edward Elric

“Now, where was I?” Edward Elric asked himself. Wearily, he stared at the notes scrawled on the papers before him. Distantly he heard the shots from the Germans below his window as they cursed his mother and whoever else they could blame for his birth. He caused quite a stir turning a normally mundane morning into one his neighbors would never forget. Not that he did it deliberately. Edward Elric had no idea how to speak with people. He had a short temper and little patience for others. Especially when it came to his business.

Germans were nosy and opinionated and made judgments unscientifically. Something that annoyed Edward to no end. Running his hands though his pale golden hair, Edward sighed. With an effort, he tuned the voices out and let his mind focus on his notes. He had recorded their travels and his research into rockets for some time and was finally going through them and wondering if they were any use to him now.

The letters were blurry, and he was forced to lift the notes up close to see them clearly. “Crap!” He cursed, dropping the notebook and rubbing his eyes. Why couldn’t life give him a little break? “I can always use father’s glasses,” he thought, but shook his head. His eyes were horrid yet, and he could see the print perfectly fine if he lifted the notes off the table. But it was inconvenient, especially since research was vital to his very way of life.

Frustrated he pushed aside his notes and studied the pile of books, scatted over the table. Most of the material was based on Alphonse Heinrich’s research. Heinrich and he spent months together working on rocket propulsion under Oberth.

Twitching, Edward lifted Alphonse Heinrich’s personal notebook up and tried to get the gumption to open it. Al was looking through it earlier that morning, curious about his doppelganger.

Edward avoided Alphonse’s notes, they reminded him too much of their time together. A time he spent trying to get home and not realizing how much the people around him cared for him. He had totally disregarded Heinrich’s friendship and only saw him for the face he wore; the face of his younger brother. Carefully he opened it, and flipped through the pages of neat script. He remembered how Alphonse carefully performed and recorded their experiments. Terminal ill Alphonse Heinrich wanted to make a mark and change the world before he passed on. It was what kept him alive.

Tears filled Edwards eyes, blurring the print more and making it impossible for him to see. The young man drew a sharp breath and slapped the book closed. The Thule society murdered the young scientist and in the end he was responsible for the young man’s death.

Struggling to keep the tears at bay, Edward squeezed the notebook in his hands and bowed his head into its leather bindings. Alphonse Heinrich died saving him and here he was going through his work like it was just letters on a page.

Gritting his teeth he looked up, well aware he could easily lay claim to Alphonse’s work for himself.

No, he would send the note book to Obreth, Alphonse would want that and let his work live on.

He placed the book into the box, than stacked the rest of the books on top of it. In good conscience he couldn’t continue Alphonse’s work.

No, rockets would do him no good now; perhaps, he would do some research on Electricity, and travel to America to meet with Edison.

Wouldn’t Alphonse Heinrich want him to be happy if he were stuck in this world?

Edward breathed deep, realizing he was out of breath and feeling weary. Yet the day hadn’t even started. He had to make plans, were would they go? What universities could they travel to and learn from? What science could he make his mark with?

There were many brilliant scientist he fancied to talk with. Einstein for one, or Tesla even Chemist Walther Nernst. What Edward would give to study their research. At heart he was a nomad, and wanted to travel the world learning what ever he could, but now that Al was there, he had responsibilities .

So much to do, he was a genius, but not even he knew where to start.

He side glanced his bedroom, realizing he had collected many books concerning Tesla, and was fascinated with the man’s research on electromagnetic fields and cosmic rays. And what sort of wonders could he do if they harnessed cosmic rays? Was it true that Tesla created a death ray capable of leveling 400miles of trees in 1908 in Tunguska?

“Hump, I could have done it.” Edward said aloud. Coming to a stand, he tightened his fists and smirked manically. “I was an alchemy GOD!”

He smacked his fists against the table. The dull pain of misfiring nerves, vibrated up his automail arm. It reminded him of how foolish he had been in the past. He wasn’t a God, just a child with more power than he deserved.

But he was stripped of it now. He was as mortal and helpless like everyone else.

An ache in his left hand made him frown. Reluctantly he lifted his hand and studied the flesh as a bruise appeared across the soft human flesh. He hadn’t struck the table that hard. If he had, the automail would have damaged the thin sheath of artificial skin covering on it.

Odd, he never bruised that easily. Why now? “Vitamin deficiency.” He thought. He hadn’t been eating well. Clumsily, he rubbed his palm with his artificial hand. He had to eat better and get more rest.

There was a knock at the door. Exhaling, Edward walked over to it. “Hang on Al!” Al was earlier than he planned, but then again it would give them more time to clean the place for Noah’s arrival.

He smiled and realized he was excited about seeing the girl. She was exotic, and good at heart, nothing like Winrey, but a good person nonetheless.

Jerking the door open, Edward Elric was surprised to see a dark haired man who looked identical to Roy Mustang in a dark pinstriped suit standing there. He smiled down “Guten tag, Herr Elric!” his voice was thick with a strong German accent. “I am Mr. Gustave Kaiser , I understand you are an Alchemist. I would like to hire you…”

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Fan Video: Soul Meets Body

2005-12-13T01:17:16Z

Hi everyone. I was pointed to this community by theladyfeylene. I've only recently been introduced to FMA and as of now have only seen the first twelve episodes. But I got hooked so badly I just had to make a video. Not only is this my first FMA vid, but my first anime vid altogether, so it was a bit of an experiment in a way. So far it's been well received in my own LJ even by people not familiar with FMA at all, so I hope some of you will enjoy it too.

Title: Soul Meets Body
Editor: Lenna
Rating: PG
Spoilers:(clips from the first four episodes only)
Warnings: none
Summary: A video about Ed and Al using the song 'Soul Meets Body' by Death Cab for Cutie
Notes: song lyrics behind the cut if you're interested

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

I cannot guess what we'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hand can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Fic: A Touch of Light, PG

2005-12-10T01:10:44Z

Title: A Touch of Light
Author: theladyfeylene
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For the end of the series.
Warnings: Slightly religious themes
Summary: Ed lights a candle for his brother.
Notes: I tried to write a happy Christmas FMA fic, and this is what came out.

The snow was falling softly on the steps of the small church. The sun was sinking low, deepening the hue of the storm-grey clouds at the edge of the horizon. Edward Elric paused, staring at the doors of the stone building. Even here, the idea of God made him vaguely uncomfortable. Whether it was because of his staunch acieration that he didn’t believe or because of his own sins, even he couldn’t be sure. But here he stood, his collar turned up against the cold and his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

On the sidewalk, carolers were singing and candle flames were flickering in the wind. Ed sighed heavily and climbed the church steps. The doors creaked as he opened them and he was pleased to find the place empty. It was easier, with it empty.

Someone had place a garland around the pews. Ed suppressed a smile at the old tradition of greenery and walked slowly up the aisle to the place where the candles were. He didn’t entirely understand the idea of Christmas, but he understood that it was a time for family and loved ones. People gathered together to feast and celebrate and share in love and togetherness. That was an idea Ed could easily understand.

The small church was warm, and Ed was thankful for that. Even though it was a house of God, it was comfortable and friendly. The wood was worn and well cared for, and there was a sense of lived-in-ness that was rarely found in places of worship.

There were no candles lit. Even on Christmas Eve, the small out of the way church received no visitors. Ed took one of the small candles in hand, turning it over as though it were something precious. It was a simple thing, low grade tallow and an oily wick. But in this place and on this night, it was more. Ed pulled a match from his pocket and lit the small wick. The candle shed a small circle of light and Ed watched it with a sad smile in his eyes.

“I miss you, Al,” Ed whispered, a sigh following the words. “I miss you a lot. I think about you. It’s weird, isn’t it? We’ve never been apart this long before. It doesn’t feel real, a lot of the time. Sometimes I think it’s all a dream, and I’ll wake up from it and you’ll be in your bed and I’ll be in mine and you’ll laugh at me when I tell you about it.“ The smile began to fade, and Ed shook his head. This was supposed to be a happy time.

“I hope you’re alright. You should be, you’re fifteen now. Besides, Winry’s probably loving mothering you. She can be a real pain, can’t she? You’ll have to tell me all about it, when I get home. You better be practicing alchemy, too. I want to see all the stuff you can do now.“ Ed was smiling now as he spoke to the candle flame, remembering his brother. Al was alright. There were more than enough people back home who loved him.

“You’d better be taking care of yourself,“ he went on. “It’s probably good for you, being on your own. I shouldn’t have to always be there for you. Do you remember when you used to be scared to sleep by yourself?” Ed’s voice dropped, and he cupped his hand around the warmth of the candle flame. “You couldn’t even sleep with the light out. Well, I know I can’t be with you right now but here’s some light for you. I hope… I hope it makes wherever you are a little bit brighter.”

Somewhere, far away, Al turned over in his sleep and smiled.

Fic: Winter Wonderland, Rated G

2005-12-10T00:46:19Z

New-ish member with an offering!

Title: Winter Wonderland
Author: theladyfeylene
Rating: G
Spoilers: None whatsoever
Warnings: Teeth rotting sweetness?
Summary: The first snow of winter is always the best.
Notes: Written as a gift for a friend.

(Winter Wonderland)

short fic: Paddling

2005-12-01T12:23:38Z

Title: Paddling
Pairing: None
Rating: G (shock!)
Spoilers: None
Notes: A cute little nothing bunny that stuck in my head till I wrote it. :) Set during their journey, before the opening of the series.

"Brother?" Al called, pushing open the inn room door cautiously, in case his sibling was dressing. "Are you still up here? You missed dinner, you know, you --"

He stopped, aghast. The room looked as if a hurricane had gone through it. Hurricane Edward, to be more precise; his brother was sprawled on his back on the bed, arms outflung, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Ed's suitcase was open, and overturned on the floor; the books were all over the room, some lying open on their spines or lying open on bent pages as if they had been flung there.

"What happened?" Al said uneasily, looking around at the mess. He reached for one of the manhandled books, meaning to set it straight. "These books, you know you can't just set books down on their faces --"

"They're useless," Ed said without moving, voice strangely dead.

"Useless?" Al was shocked; this bordered on blasphemy. "How can you say that? We still need to study more, in order to understand alchemy better. How will we fix our bodies if we don't --"

"Al." Ed's flat, level tone cut across Al's protests. "We need to stop fooling ourselves. We're not little kids any more. There's nothing in these books that is going to get us our bodies back. There's nothing in the world that's going to get us our bodies back. You can't bring back the dead, you can't transmute human beings, and you can't get something back for nothing. It's over."

"But the Stone --" Al protested.

"There is no Stone," Ed said woodenly. "It's just a fairy tale. We've never seen one, never heard of a real one, never even met anyone who ever saw one. It doesn't exist, Al. There's no way back. There's no way out."

Ed rolled over on the bed, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

"I'm sorry," Ed whispered, barely audible. "I'm so sorry, Al."

Silence fell between them, for a long time. With a soft clatter, Al knelt down on the floor, and began to reach for the books.

"You know, Brother," Al said softly, pulling the books across the floor towards him, "There was this story Master once told us, about a couple of frogs who got trapped in a butter churn."

No answer from the prone form on the bed. Al looked back at the pile of books.

"There was a smart frog and a dumb frog," Al went on. "The smart frog looked around, realized that he had no chance of getting out, and let himself drown."

Ed twitched.

"But the dumb frog was too stupid to realize he was doomed." Al neatened the edges of the stack. "He just stayed there, paddling and paddling, for hours on hours, because he just wasn't smart enough to know when to quit.

"And the next day, when the milkmaid came along and opened the churn, she found the frog in there, still alive and hopping. He'd kept paddling for so long that he'd churned the milk into a pat of butter to sit on."

Ed removed his face from the crook of his arm, and flopped over on the bed, turning to look at his sibling.

"Maybe there isn't any way to fix our bodies right now," Al said. "But we can't give up. Even if we don't find the Philosopher's Stone, maybe if we keep on walking, keep on searching, we'll find a solution that we never even knew was possible. We've got to keep on going."

"Al."

Al looked up hopefully. "Yes, Brother?"

"That's a terrible story."

"Brother!" Al was more than a little put out.

Ed snorted. "According to that story, we're either dumb or drowned." The implicit insult to Ed's intelligence apparently stung. "No thanks, either way!"

But despite his harsh words, he was swinging his legs to the side of the bed, preparing to get up. "In the meantime, I'm hungry. Tell me there's some dinner left, Al."

If he could have, Al would have smiled. "You can make your own dinner. You'll need your strength if w're going to leave early tomorrow."

Ed groaned, and moved to help Al pick up all the books, and Al felt more at ease. Even if he didn't like to admit it, it seemed his brother had taken his words to heart. It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of. And if they could just keep paddling, he knew, then someday they'd reach their dream.

"Al."

"Yes, Brother?"

"...why does it have to be milk?"

-end.

[Fanfic] Edward, Alphonse- gen; alterverse setting; "Always and Never"

2005-12-01T08:37:10Z

Theme: #48; Lost, in order to become precious
Character/Series: Edward Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist
Sub-series: 'Alterverse'; Pandora's Box
Rating: PG
Notes: For kaltia; theme- 'adapting'; also used for 52_flavours, theme "Lost, in order to become precious"
Title: Always and Never
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 979
Summary: The sun was lazily glowing in the west, just lounging above the western horizon, not yet quite time for it to set, when Edward slowly made his way along the dirt road, up the hill to the tiny Rizenbul graveyard.

(Fake cut)

Crossposted from fma_alterverse, fm_alchemist, 52_flavours and personal journal; posted here upon suggestion from mikkeneko. Thanks, Mikke!

Doujinshi Scans - The Will of Morios

2005-12-01T07:27:08Z

(Note: I didn't see anything against it, but then I didn't see any for it either, so tell me if this isn't allowed.)

Wheeee, two books in three nights (other can be found here)! x____x;; ~~It won't happen tomorrow or the night after~~

Title: メビウスの遺言　The will of MORIOS
Circle: Aurora Vision
Pairings: none-what-so-ever. Well, just a little allusion to Hoho/Trisha. This is purely brotherly love between Ed and Al.
Comments: Pre-series, no spoilers unless you know NOTHING of the boy's back story (and if you don't, what are you waiting for!? Go watch/read the series! XD). Only wish it wasn't a 'tbc'... Also, if anyone knows if the sequel is out, could you pass me the news? thx!

( ~~Fake~~ cut for excessive links XD )

Brotherly hug <3~

2005-12-01T04:23:21Z

It used to have an elricest header on it but i removed it so I officially can post it here since there's no sex;D (i think oO...)

Yes, I do ;O

They're just huggin' so yay~

p/d. yeah, i'm elricest's bitch (which turns out to be sad when you think about it[ not that much,though XD])

Hagaren Manga Music Video Update

2005-11-28T00:50:11Z

Yeah... You guys probably heard me talking about the MMV nonstop, so I'll try to keep this short.

ElvishVamp made the first Hagaren Manga Music Video, which is now 75% done, and ZOMG it ROCKS.

(If ya still don't know what I'm talking about, download away!!!!!)

X-posted many many places

Please, please watch the Hagaren MMV and comment! XD ElvishVamp is gonna try to finish it in order to mail a completed version to Arakawa-sensei (or at least, that's what everyone's pressuring EV to do)....XD

*cough* Anyway, do you think this should be mailed in the fan letter to Arakawa-sensei or would it be too troublesome? O_o Just wondering....?

EDIT- Fixing YSI link... =_=
Pleaz work...
http://s58.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3GFELT7UJA2QT37RSQAOHBT1EN

2nd EDIT- In case if the effing YSI link dies.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=XE9SA9HP

I Want to be a Cat - a fanfic

2005-11-17T07:27:53Z

A short fic focusing on Alphonse, Edward, Winry and memories of cats. Inspired by Spitz's Neko ni Naritai and GD-mechano's Nightflyer.

Title: I Want to be a Cat (Neko ni Naritai)
Author: jinxia
Rating: G
Genre: General, Songfic
Pairing: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,329 words
Summary: "Niisan, I can't sleep." "But you can't sleep in that state!" Sometimes it's okay to be children again.

( I want to stay here until the lonely nights end ) - fake cut

brothers art; rated G

2005-11-17T00:02:16Z

Hi! ^_^ I'm kind of new to this community, and I'm completely obsessed with the Elric brothers. *sweats* But that's okay! At least here I know I'm among friends. XD

I have a drawing for my first offering. :D

Link to my journal.

x-posted to fm_alchemist

"Supplement"

2005-11-16T23:35:03Z

Just a short little ficbit inspired by the latest manga chapter :)

Title: Supplement
Author: cryogenia
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Manga Chapter 53 spoiler warning, yo!
Notes: For 30_gens theme #24: "Vitamins".

Supplement

X-posted to cryogenia and 30_gens.