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Not quite Elricest...
Title: Finding Truth
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kira_k & okami_hu
Beta: none
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers on ep 51.
Disclaimer: World and characters belong to Arakaw aHiromu / Square-ENIX. The story itself belongs to us.
Note: This fic started out as a juicy Elricest piece but halfway in the process, Kíra's Hohenheim muse refused to have sex with his son. My Ed muse will try to persuade him very soon.
It was raining again, but Edward had the impression, it always rained. He just sat on his bed, and stared out of the window, as if counting the water drops glittering on the glass. Books piled around him about mathematics, physics and occultism - as this world called the alchemy; the magic long gone from humanity's collective memory. A legend. A myth. Ed wanted to laugh. On the other side of the door, in Amestris, the power of the alchemy was living and strong; here, on the Earth, in these grey cities like Munich, it was merely a fairy tale.
The tall blond man who stepped into the room was known in both worlds, yet he was more of a myth than a real person. Light Hohenheim smiled at his son and sat down next to him on the bed. He was tired from his journey, but it was nothing new - the older man was a pilgrim, never stopping in one place for long.
Ed didn’t look up; he didn't want to, or, more likely, didn't dare. The man was still a stranger to him. What, they met some... one week ago...? After spending fourteen years separated. The similarities scared the boy. They possessed the same golden hair and eyes, the same knowledge, the same sins. Even their defected bodies were similar. Hohenheim was a walking corpse, the fleck on his shoulder slowly spreading out, threatening with swallowing him up completely one day. Ed was disabled; when he arrived, he nearly bleed to death because his regained limbs disappeared and his automail was gone too.
"Any news?"
"Munich is no longer safe," Hohenheim answered quietly, glancing at his son. Their similarity still filled him with awe, and pride. "We should move." He sighed and taking off his glasses he rubbed his nose. "I couldn't find a good way to open the gate."
Ed tsked only with slight bitterness. "Don't even try. I think I found another way."
"What do you offer instead of the lives of others?"
"I don't have to offer anything," Ed looked up, his golden eyes blazing with flames akin to the fever of madness "aside of hard work and time. I have a theory... that it is possible to get through the Gate in space. With enough power and speed to defeat gravity, I could be able to go there and return home. I want to build a rocket."
Hohenhiem thought this through then shook his head. He felt ashamed a little to disappoint his son, but this theory didn't have enough facts. "If the distance between our worlds were only physical, then here wouldn't be the duplicates of our bodies."
"I never said, I just want to travel to another planet or anything. There are strange phenomena there," Ed looked out of the window, staring at the sky pregnant with heavy clouds "it's the speed, what matters. And besides..." he glanced at his father now with cold calmness "that's my only chance. The Gate can't be opened from this side with alchemy. This world lacks the power; the energy of the dieing people is absorbed into our world."
"I wonder what happens to the energy of the dead at our world when no-one captures it?" Hohenheim asked with a smile. "Or if we used an array to capture the energy before it left through the Gate? But the speed as an energy may be good just as well." He smiled again and pulled Ed close to his body in a seemingly easy gesture. In the reality Hohenheim dreaded the rejection what, he was sure, was to follow.
"I'll go home." Determination was written on Ed's face. "I'll go back home and I'll be together with Al. We both fought hard to achieve our goals; now the reward has to follow." Hohenheim's move nearly threw him off balance and the golden youth looked up scowling a little. "When will my automail be finished?"
"I work as fast as I can, my son," Hohenheim said with a frown. He wasn't an automail mechanic.
Ed let out a disapproving snort. "I need them if we want to leave. I heard about a man, who's experimenting with rockets. Maybe I can ask him to take me as an apprentice."
Hohenheim's next thought was a selfish one - he didn't want his son anywhere away from himself. He swallowed down the words and didn't answer just tightened his hold on the small form. He understood Ed's desperate need to do something, but on the other hand, he couldn't approve the self-destructive tendencies his son had.
The boy finally noticed the tight grip on his shoulders. He looked up hesitantly; his father's eyes frightened him a little with all the knowledge and bitter sadness of the past four centuries shining beneath the golden irises. Sometimes, for fleeting moments, Ed wondered if his eyes carry some of these things as well. "Ho... I mean... father, is anything the matter?"
"Everything," the older man replied without hesitation. The uneasy manner his son said the word "father" bit into Hohnehim's heart. Then he sighed and shaking his head, he pulled back his hand. "Nothing is the matter, Edward. I just... sometimes wish for more time, for another chance to be the good man, whom Trisha seemed to believe I was."
Ed looked away. "You had four hundred years to become that. I needed four minutes to grow up." His hand slipped to the bandage on the right shoulder. He shuddered a little. "I'm cold. When will dinner be ready...?"
"And that is my fault as well," Hohenheim said with a nod as he stood up a little too quickly. He ventured into the kitchen and soon he was back with two plates. He handed one to Ed then sat down on the bed again.
Ed poked the neatly chopped meat with his fork absent-mindedly. His brain still worked on theories, equations, and the rules of physics. Then, out of the blue, Alphonse's smiling face appeared before his mind's eyes. Ed's throat clenched, he nearly choked on the bit he was about to swallow. He coughed a little and looked at his father. "Could you bring me a glass of water?"
"Of course," Hohenheim said, getting up again. His plate was nearly full as he put it down in the kitchen. He poured some water and handed it to Edward with a worried glance. The golden mane lost its shine, and his son's eyes were almost feverish. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, don't worry..." Ed nodded before taking a long drought from the clear liquid. He put the empty glass down and took a deep breath. "Better." He took the plate too, to place it on the nightstand but with only one arm, it was a little difficult; he dropped the fork. "Drat!" Ed cursed silently and leaned down to pick it up. However, he lost his balance, his eyes widened as he was falling-
Hohenheim moved forward and caught his son before he could hit the floor. He pulled the small body close and didn't let it go.
For a moment, Ed just let him, gripping the brown vest. He was glad that his father helped, and he hated that he was this weak and clumsy. After they failed the transmutation, he got his automails in a very short time; he never had to learn, how to move without his limbs. The youthful energy was still inside him and his movements were powerful and a little too quick - that caused him the problem most of the time. "Thank you," he murmured into the graying, but always clean and neatly ironed shirt.
Hohenheim slowly moved his son back on the bed, and sat down as well without letting Ed go. He pulled his son close, careful to the stumps and smiled at him. "You're welcome."
Ed simply let himself be held. His nose picked up the lingering scent around Hohenheim; the carefully designed, sweet perfume. The boy knew, underneath the pleasant aroma, there's decaying flesh but surprisingly enough, it didn't bother him. The strong arms holding him tight felt nice; it's been so long somebody held him like this... months, years... the past, the merry childhood seemed so far away with Al's bright smile, warm body and twinkling eyes... Ed pressed his lips together and swallowed hard but he couldn't stop the tears from falling. His father's long-forgotten embrace brought back heart-wrenchingly sweet memories.
Hohenheim noticed the clear drops and he kissed his son’s forehead. He held Ed as close as he could and murmured to him in a soothing voice. "It will be alright, ssh, I have you now... Dad is here." It felt surprisingly good to say the words, and the living, warm body in his arms felt nice as well. He almost forgot how to touch other people, too ashamed at his dying body.
And at that moment, the barrier broke. Edward's whole body was shaking from the sobs and he cuddled close to the golden man, wanting the warmth, the security, to sit in his lap and embrace his neck, to be a child again, to be daddy's boy, the beloved, the cherished, never lonely...
Hohenheim dropped a few more kisses on Ed's forehead and tightened his hold almost painfully. "I'm here, don't cry... Ed, my son, hush." He caressed his sons back with one hand and repeated the words like a mantra; he didn't know how to handle this and he was afraid of making another mistake as a father.
After some five minutes, the boy calmed down slowly. The sobs ceased to soft hiccups and he sniffed. "Father, I..." he sighed. "It's nice, to be here," he finished on a barely audible voice.
Hohenheim smile echoed the warmth he felt in his chest at his son's words. "I'm glad to hear it," he said then kissed Ed's forehead again. "Are you feeling better?"
Ed nodded. "Yes, much. Thank you." He hesitantly let go of his father. "I-I think, it's time to go to sleep. You have to meet with... the Society members, don't you?"
Hohenheim shook his head, his fingers still tracing Ed's spine and ribs. He won't leave his son just now. "They can wait. Or pretend I'm there; they won't listen to me either way."
Ed chuckled a little. Yes, Hohenheim's theories and knowledge seemed to be too bold, too crazy to the humans, who tried to gather the crumbs of the lost knowledge. Even though the blond man knew more, than any of the Thule members, they tended to ignore him, until it came to the magical signs and arrays. Edward nodded and leaned his head back on his father's shoulder. "You're improving nicely," he murmured.
"In what?" Hohenheim asked quietly as he embraced his son again. It felt nice, almost cozy. He wished he didn't leave his family years ago - now it wouldn't be a rarity to touch and hug his own flesh and blood. Hohenheim smiled and decided to leave the past for now, and to just simply enjoy the present. He breathed in his son's clean scent then pulled a comforter close. "You must be tired, Ed. Go to sleep."
"Yes, Daddy," Ed chimed with delight. It felt nice, to say this aloud. "And I meant the 'becoming a good man'."
Hohenheim laughed softly and draped the blanket around his sons form, then pulled him back into his embrace. He felt the warmth and the relief in his heart at Ed's words. It was almost as if the boy forgave him, and it felt wonderful. "Sleep, my son. I'll stay here for a while."
Edward smiled and rubbed his body a little against the taller, broader form of his father. It was warm, so nicely warm. The sweet scent slowly filled the air around him, crawling under his skin; the soft sound of the calmly beating heart and the steady breathing lulled him into a sleep.
~tbc, most likely~
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huBeta: none
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers on ep 51.
Disclaimer: World and characters belong to Arakaw aHiromu / Square-ENIX. The story itself belongs to us.
Note: This fic started out as a juicy Elricest piece but halfway in the process, Kíra's Hohenheim muse refused to have sex with his son. My Ed muse will try to persuade him very soon.
It was raining again, but Edward had the impression, it always rained. He just sat on his bed, and stared out of the window, as if counting the water drops glittering on the glass. Books piled around him about mathematics, physics and occultism - as this world called the alchemy; the magic long gone from humanity's collective memory. A legend. A myth. Ed wanted to laugh. On the other side of the door, in Amestris, the power of the alchemy was living and strong; here, on the Earth, in these grey cities like Munich, it was merely a fairy tale.
The tall blond man who stepped into the room was known in both worlds, yet he was more of a myth than a real person. Light Hohenheim smiled at his son and sat down next to him on the bed. He was tired from his journey, but it was nothing new - the older man was a pilgrim, never stopping in one place for long.
Ed didn’t look up; he didn't want to, or, more likely, didn't dare. The man was still a stranger to him. What, they met some... one week ago...? After spending fourteen years separated. The similarities scared the boy. They possessed the same golden hair and eyes, the same knowledge, the same sins. Even their defected bodies were similar. Hohenheim was a walking corpse, the fleck on his shoulder slowly spreading out, threatening with swallowing him up completely one day. Ed was disabled; when he arrived, he nearly bleed to death because his regained limbs disappeared and his automail was gone too.
"Any news?"
"Munich is no longer safe," Hohenheim answered quietly, glancing at his son. Their similarity still filled him with awe, and pride. "We should move." He sighed and taking off his glasses he rubbed his nose. "I couldn't find a good way to open the gate."
Ed tsked only with slight bitterness. "Don't even try. I think I found another way."
"What do you offer instead of the lives of others?"
"I don't have to offer anything," Ed looked up, his golden eyes blazing with flames akin to the fever of madness "aside of hard work and time. I have a theory... that it is possible to get through the Gate in space. With enough power and speed to defeat gravity, I could be able to go there and return home. I want to build a rocket."
Hohenhiem thought this through then shook his head. He felt ashamed a little to disappoint his son, but this theory didn't have enough facts. "If the distance between our worlds were only physical, then here wouldn't be the duplicates of our bodies."
"I never said, I just want to travel to another planet or anything. There are strange phenomena there," Ed looked out of the window, staring at the sky pregnant with heavy clouds "it's the speed, what matters. And besides..." he glanced at his father now with cold calmness "that's my only chance. The Gate can't be opened from this side with alchemy. This world lacks the power; the energy of the dieing people is absorbed into our world."
"I wonder what happens to the energy of the dead at our world when no-one captures it?" Hohenheim asked with a smile. "Or if we used an array to capture the energy before it left through the Gate? But the speed as an energy may be good just as well." He smiled again and pulled Ed close to his body in a seemingly easy gesture. In the reality Hohenheim dreaded the rejection what, he was sure, was to follow.
"I'll go home." Determination was written on Ed's face. "I'll go back home and I'll be together with Al. We both fought hard to achieve our goals; now the reward has to follow." Hohenheim's move nearly threw him off balance and the golden youth looked up scowling a little. "When will my automail be finished?"
"I work as fast as I can, my son," Hohenheim said with a frown. He wasn't an automail mechanic.
Ed let out a disapproving snort. "I need them if we want to leave. I heard about a man, who's experimenting with rockets. Maybe I can ask him to take me as an apprentice."
Hohenheim's next thought was a selfish one - he didn't want his son anywhere away from himself. He swallowed down the words and didn't answer just tightened his hold on the small form. He understood Ed's desperate need to do something, but on the other hand, he couldn't approve the self-destructive tendencies his son had.
The boy finally noticed the tight grip on his shoulders. He looked up hesitantly; his father's eyes frightened him a little with all the knowledge and bitter sadness of the past four centuries shining beneath the golden irises. Sometimes, for fleeting moments, Ed wondered if his eyes carry some of these things as well. "Ho... I mean... father, is anything the matter?"
"Everything," the older man replied without hesitation. The uneasy manner his son said the word "father" bit into Hohnehim's heart. Then he sighed and shaking his head, he pulled back his hand. "Nothing is the matter, Edward. I just... sometimes wish for more time, for another chance to be the good man, whom Trisha seemed to believe I was."
Ed looked away. "You had four hundred years to become that. I needed four minutes to grow up." His hand slipped to the bandage on the right shoulder. He shuddered a little. "I'm cold. When will dinner be ready...?"
"And that is my fault as well," Hohenheim said with a nod as he stood up a little too quickly. He ventured into the kitchen and soon he was back with two plates. He handed one to Ed then sat down on the bed again.
Ed poked the neatly chopped meat with his fork absent-mindedly. His brain still worked on theories, equations, and the rules of physics. Then, out of the blue, Alphonse's smiling face appeared before his mind's eyes. Ed's throat clenched, he nearly choked on the bit he was about to swallow. He coughed a little and looked at his father. "Could you bring me a glass of water?"
"Of course," Hohenheim said, getting up again. His plate was nearly full as he put it down in the kitchen. He poured some water and handed it to Edward with a worried glance. The golden mane lost its shine, and his son's eyes were almost feverish. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, don't worry..." Ed nodded before taking a long drought from the clear liquid. He put the empty glass down and took a deep breath. "Better." He took the plate too, to place it on the nightstand but with only one arm, it was a little difficult; he dropped the fork. "Drat!" Ed cursed silently and leaned down to pick it up. However, he lost his balance, his eyes widened as he was falling-
Hohenheim moved forward and caught his son before he could hit the floor. He pulled the small body close and didn't let it go.
For a moment, Ed just let him, gripping the brown vest. He was glad that his father helped, and he hated that he was this weak and clumsy. After they failed the transmutation, he got his automails in a very short time; he never had to learn, how to move without his limbs. The youthful energy was still inside him and his movements were powerful and a little too quick - that caused him the problem most of the time. "Thank you," he murmured into the graying, but always clean and neatly ironed shirt.
Hohenheim slowly moved his son back on the bed, and sat down as well without letting Ed go. He pulled his son close, careful to the stumps and smiled at him. "You're welcome."
Ed simply let himself be held. His nose picked up the lingering scent around Hohenheim; the carefully designed, sweet perfume. The boy knew, underneath the pleasant aroma, there's decaying flesh but surprisingly enough, it didn't bother him. The strong arms holding him tight felt nice; it's been so long somebody held him like this... months, years... the past, the merry childhood seemed so far away with Al's bright smile, warm body and twinkling eyes... Ed pressed his lips together and swallowed hard but he couldn't stop the tears from falling. His father's long-forgotten embrace brought back heart-wrenchingly sweet memories.
Hohenheim noticed the clear drops and he kissed his son’s forehead. He held Ed as close as he could and murmured to him in a soothing voice. "It will be alright, ssh, I have you now... Dad is here." It felt surprisingly good to say the words, and the living, warm body in his arms felt nice as well. He almost forgot how to touch other people, too ashamed at his dying body.
And at that moment, the barrier broke. Edward's whole body was shaking from the sobs and he cuddled close to the golden man, wanting the warmth, the security, to sit in his lap and embrace his neck, to be a child again, to be daddy's boy, the beloved, the cherished, never lonely...
Hohenheim dropped a few more kisses on Ed's forehead and tightened his hold almost painfully. "I'm here, don't cry... Ed, my son, hush." He caressed his sons back with one hand and repeated the words like a mantra; he didn't know how to handle this and he was afraid of making another mistake as a father.
After some five minutes, the boy calmed down slowly. The sobs ceased to soft hiccups and he sniffed. "Father, I..." he sighed. "It's nice, to be here," he finished on a barely audible voice.
Hohenheim smile echoed the warmth he felt in his chest at his son's words. "I'm glad to hear it," he said then kissed Ed's forehead again. "Are you feeling better?"
Ed nodded. "Yes, much. Thank you." He hesitantly let go of his father. "I-I think, it's time to go to sleep. You have to meet with... the Society members, don't you?"
Hohenheim shook his head, his fingers still tracing Ed's spine and ribs. He won't leave his son just now. "They can wait. Or pretend I'm there; they won't listen to me either way."
Ed chuckled a little. Yes, Hohenheim's theories and knowledge seemed to be too bold, too crazy to the humans, who tried to gather the crumbs of the lost knowledge. Even though the blond man knew more, than any of the Thule members, they tended to ignore him, until it came to the magical signs and arrays. Edward nodded and leaned his head back on his father's shoulder. "You're improving nicely," he murmured.
"In what?" Hohenheim asked quietly as he embraced his son again. It felt nice, almost cozy. He wished he didn't leave his family years ago - now it wouldn't be a rarity to touch and hug his own flesh and blood. Hohenheim smiled and decided to leave the past for now, and to just simply enjoy the present. He breathed in his son's clean scent then pulled a comforter close. "You must be tired, Ed. Go to sleep."
"Yes, Daddy," Ed chimed with delight. It felt nice, to say this aloud. "And I meant the 'becoming a good man'."
Hohenheim laughed softly and draped the blanket around his sons form, then pulled him back into his embrace. He felt the warmth and the relief in his heart at Ed's words. It was almost as if the boy forgave him, and it felt wonderful. "Sleep, my son. I'll stay here for a while."
Edward smiled and rubbed his body a little against the taller, broader form of his father. It was warm, so nicely warm. The sweet scent slowly filled the air around him, crawling under his skin; the soft sound of the calmly beating heart and the steady breathing lulled him into a sleep.
~tbc, most likely~
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But nonetheless, thank you for the comment! ^_^ Glad you liked.
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On a saner note, Thank you. I loved this so much ^^
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I luved it. *melts*
awwww <3
Both of them were in character it was very nice. =^.^=
Love Hoho-papa. And lub Edo. And lub okami and Kira because they are cool.
I am happy Kíra's Hohenheim muse refused to have sex.
*Gives the muse a cookie.* XD yay good boy!
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^^"" Thanks Cofie! *hugs you*
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