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Longfic: Bokura wa Itsudemo Sakenderu (HagaRen)
Title: Bokura wa Itsudemo Sakenderu [prologue]
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Author: Shamera K. Tsukishirou
Rating: R
Huuuuh. Yeah. Another fic that I started a long time ago, but never got around to posting. Now that the series is over, this story is EXTREMELY AU and dark. I wanted to explore Al's dark side (since in the series, he doesn't even seem to have a dark side. ^^;; I'm not sure if I should continue, though. I need to talk with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
losthitsuzen more on this. >_>
"You have to live! Live, and be happy!"
Looking around in his surroundings, Alphonse Elric felt just the slightest bit guilty as he recalled the words that his older brother had told him once upon a time. It certainly seemed long ago... but it had barely been a year and a half since they had both stood under the rain, debating with Dr. Marco about whether or not revenge was a valid course of action after a life of suffering.
There were quiet murmurs of sound echoing in the large, hallow room. People shifting around: some afraid, some sympathetic, some already in tears. Alphonse tried to ignore all of them, resting his head on his palm, the crook of his elbow sitting comfortably on the hard, wooden table in front of him.
Grey eyes scanned around, hard and cynical as they watched the old men in blue uniforms whispering to each other in front of him. Once upon a time he had almost chosen to be one of them. He had almost chosen to fight for their causes, to fight for their beliefs.
And he would have. Not because he believed in anything that the military said, but because there was someone he wanted to protect. He had talked to Hawkeye once, before everything had started going to hell. He had asked her why she stayed in the military, why she stayed under Colonel Mustang's command even though it was apparent that she was meant for something more.
He had still been little more than a suit of armor back then, timid and unsure about the workings of the world. They had been in the bright and sunny office in Central, and she had laughed. Laughed like his mother would have laughed if he asked something to which the answer was apparent.
"I stayed because there's someone that I need to protect." She had explained to him back then with a fond smile. It was one of the fonder memories that he had of her, when she had reached to pat him on the hand, even knowing that he wouldn't be able to feel the touch.
There had been no question as to who she was talking about, since she had reached for her gun about five seconds later and barked out for the colonel to put away his crossword puzzles and start reading his reports for once.
The sound of hollow wood upon wood brought Alphonse out of his daydreams, and he shifted his eyes to the table of generals that sat before him. He had no fear of them finding out about his secret anymore, ever since his brother had restored his body. That had been about half a year ago.
"Alphonse Elric," a voice boomed from the stands before him. "You stand here today charged with the murders of 32 state alchemists-"
Thirty-two? He had thought it was only twenty-nine, but he might have lost count at some point...
"-and 18 veteran soldiers, all under the command of the deceased General Hakuro."
Deceased. Such a sad, sad thing that Hakuro had died before Alphonse had been able to get his hands (or alchemical arrays) on him.
"How do you plead?"
Al shifted in his seat so that his back wasn't so cramped. Who in the world designed these seats, anyway? They were better suited for spineless animals- or perhaps homunculus whom could mold their figure into the chairs.
Did he kill all those that the new Fuhrer was charging him with? The nameless soldiers and the state alchemists that had gotten in his way when he had been desperate?
Why had he done it? He wondered for a moment.
Oh, yes. It was all that bastard General Hakuro's fault.
Al lifted his head proudly, revealing a smirk almost permanently etched onto his features. The fluff of blonde hair, the wide grey eyes, the remaining baby fat on his cheeks?none of them made him look as innocent as he had been half a year ago. Instead, they only added to the fierceness of his glares.
"Guilty." He replied.
tbc
The title comes from the lyrics at the very beginning of the second closing theme song. "Bokura wa itsudemo sakenderu" was first shown in episode 14, and means We are forever screaming. ^^;; I guess the idea for this story (however morbid it seems) came from when I first saw episode 15 (which, by the way, is an incredible episode despite what anyone says), and was then fueled by discussions on LiveJournal talking about how cruel it would be to seperate the brothers, and how each brother might react.
Most people might already be able to figure out what happened even with just the prologue and vague details. But I had always been a little disturbed by Alphonse's words in episode 15:
(when talking about Scar) Marco: He has a valid reason to carry out revenge.
Edward: Revenge that involves unrelated people isn't valid at all! All he's doing is hiding his vengeful hate with the title of God's Representative and acting sublime.
Alphonse: But... If the same thing happened to you, brother, I would do the same. That follows the principle of equivalent trade, doesn't it?
Edward: No! Revenge isn't going to bring anything back! You just have to live... live, and be happy.
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Author: Shamera K. Tsukishirou
Rating: R
Huuuuh. Yeah. Another fic that I started a long time ago, but never got around to posting. Now that the series is over, this story is EXTREMELY AU and dark. I wanted to explore Al's dark side (since in the series, he doesn't even seem to have a dark side. ^^;; I'm not sure if I should continue, though. I need to talk with
losthitsuzen more on this. >_>"You have to live! Live, and be happy!"
Looking around in his surroundings, Alphonse Elric felt just the slightest bit guilty as he recalled the words that his older brother had told him once upon a time. It certainly seemed long ago... but it had barely been a year and a half since they had both stood under the rain, debating with Dr. Marco about whether or not revenge was a valid course of action after a life of suffering.
There were quiet murmurs of sound echoing in the large, hallow room. People shifting around: some afraid, some sympathetic, some already in tears. Alphonse tried to ignore all of them, resting his head on his palm, the crook of his elbow sitting comfortably on the hard, wooden table in front of him.
Grey eyes scanned around, hard and cynical as they watched the old men in blue uniforms whispering to each other in front of him. Once upon a time he had almost chosen to be one of them. He had almost chosen to fight for their causes, to fight for their beliefs.
And he would have. Not because he believed in anything that the military said, but because there was someone he wanted to protect. He had talked to Hawkeye once, before everything had started going to hell. He had asked her why she stayed in the military, why she stayed under Colonel Mustang's command even though it was apparent that she was meant for something more.
He had still been little more than a suit of armor back then, timid and unsure about the workings of the world. They had been in the bright and sunny office in Central, and she had laughed. Laughed like his mother would have laughed if he asked something to which the answer was apparent.
"I stayed because there's someone that I need to protect." She had explained to him back then with a fond smile. It was one of the fonder memories that he had of her, when she had reached to pat him on the hand, even knowing that he wouldn't be able to feel the touch.
There had been no question as to who she was talking about, since she had reached for her gun about five seconds later and barked out for the colonel to put away his crossword puzzles and start reading his reports for once.
The sound of hollow wood upon wood brought Alphonse out of his daydreams, and he shifted his eyes to the table of generals that sat before him. He had no fear of them finding out about his secret anymore, ever since his brother had restored his body. That had been about half a year ago.
"Alphonse Elric," a voice boomed from the stands before him. "You stand here today charged with the murders of 32 state alchemists-"
Thirty-two? He had thought it was only twenty-nine, but he might have lost count at some point...
"-and 18 veteran soldiers, all under the command of the deceased General Hakuro."
Deceased. Such a sad, sad thing that Hakuro had died before Alphonse had been able to get his hands (or alchemical arrays) on him.
"How do you plead?"
Al shifted in his seat so that his back wasn't so cramped. Who in the world designed these seats, anyway? They were better suited for spineless animals- or perhaps homunculus whom could mold their figure into the chairs.
Did he kill all those that the new Fuhrer was charging him with? The nameless soldiers and the state alchemists that had gotten in his way when he had been desperate?
Why had he done it? He wondered for a moment.
Oh, yes. It was all that bastard General Hakuro's fault.
Al lifted his head proudly, revealing a smirk almost permanently etched onto his features. The fluff of blonde hair, the wide grey eyes, the remaining baby fat on his cheeks?none of them made him look as innocent as he had been half a year ago. Instead, they only added to the fierceness of his glares.
"Guilty." He replied.
tbc
The title comes from the lyrics at the very beginning of the second closing theme song. "Bokura wa itsudemo sakenderu" was first shown in episode 14, and means We are forever screaming. ^^;; I guess the idea for this story (however morbid it seems) came from when I first saw episode 15 (which, by the way, is an incredible episode despite what anyone says), and was then fueled by discussions on LiveJournal talking about how cruel it would be to seperate the brothers, and how each brother might react.
Most people might already be able to figure out what happened even with just the prologue and vague details. But I had always been a little disturbed by Alphonse's words in episode 15:
(when talking about Scar) Marco: He has a valid reason to carry out revenge.
Edward: Revenge that involves unrelated people isn't valid at all! All he's doing is hiding his vengeful hate with the title of God's Representative and acting sublime.
Alphonse: But... If the same thing happened to you, brother, I would do the same. That follows the principle of equivalent trade, doesn't it?
Edward: No! Revenge isn't going to bring anything back! You just have to live... live, and be happy.