temperance, part 2.

[mikkeneko]

I'm really not finished, I had a lot more planned for this scene, but it's 4:30 AM and I HAVE GOT TO SLEEP. T_T Please comment, and leave suggestions and corrections. I still haven't got a real beta...



Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Title: Temperance (working title only.)
Pairings: None yet
Rating: PG for now, probably to hike.
Older brother: Fourteen
Younger brother: Thirteen

Elliotsburg was a big town, bigger than Ed was expecting. He caught a glimpse of it over the roof of the station house as he climbed off the train into the platform. Patchwork squares of fields trailed off the edges of the town, made hazy by the late afternoon sun. The town proper crowded together into the fold between two hills, dipping off to the east around the larger one. The buildings that Ed could see were also larger than expected, a number of them several stories high, blocky and dark against the smaller surroundings. There was nothing Ed could see that ought to inspire alarm; nothing that seemed like it should swallow people whole.

"Where are we going first, Brother?" Al asked him, drawing his attention down from the view. Ed glanced around the station, then up at the sun.

"It's getting late in the day," Ed said. "Let's find an inn that we can stay at, and decide what to do from there."

"Don't you think we should start our investigation?" Al said somewhat doubtfully. Ed shrugged.

"Well, we're not on any fixed schedule, and the town isn't going anywhere," he said. "Besides, I'm tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, and then I had to get up this early to fill out paperwork and catch the train for a six-hour ride!"

"It's your own fault you stayed up late to read," Al reproached him gently. Ed only sneered at him briefly, not bothering to answer that. They were both terrible about that; if there was some book that really caught their attention, they would stay up until the small hours of the morning finishing it. Often during their childhood, their mother had to firmly put her foot down in the face of their begging for "just one more page" and shoo them off to bed. Of course, she was usually in again an hour later to remove their lanterns from under the covers and the books from under the bed, but they perservered.

"At any rate, we still have to find an inn," Ed allowed. "We can look around the city while we're looking for one of those. Let's go."

Al nodded, Ed picked up his suitcase, and they left the station together, passing under the wide brick arch into the street beyond. Off to their right, the street widened, following the train tracks, until it came to a broad flat loading dock. Ahead of them towards the hills, the houses and streets seemed smaller and greener, and less imposing. The brothers decided without consulting to head that way first; it seemed more likely to hold homes and businesses. When you had been in as many cities as the Elric brothers had, you learned to quickly get a feel for their layouts.

+ + +

"Brother," Al said after they'd gone several blocks. "Doesn't something feel strange?"

"We're on the lookout for strange, Al," Ed said. "It's not surprising. What do you mean?"

"Well." They went a few more minutes in silence. "A couple things don't seem right. For a city this size, you'd expect to see more people out in the streets, doing business, wouldn't you?"

"This doesn't look like a business district," Ed said, playing devil's advocate. "But I see what you mean. It's pretty quiet. Is that all?"

"This is a nice area," Al replied. "When you look at the houses, they're very big and beautiful. It seems like it should be a good place to live. But it looks like it hasn't been well-tended to. The gardens are overgrown, and little things haven't been repaired."

"The street is filthy, too." Ed kicked at the thin layer of muck lining the road. "You'd expect a certain amount of dirt, but there's not just this, but garbage all over the place."

"It's like the people living here don't have any pride in their homes," Al said slowly. He sounded somber.

"Yeah." Ed hunched over a bit. "Why haven't we found a damn inn yet? My feet are killing me."

"We could ask someone for directions, Brother," Al suggested. "...if we could find someone around to ask."

"Let's just keep walking," Ed said. "You were the one who wanted to investigate the city, so let's do that. We'll run into someone sooner or later."

"Okay, Brother." Al fell silent -- well, except for the clanking of his footsteps -- and fell a step or two behind. His brother looked bored, or perhaps slightly annoyed -- but Al knew well enough to read his posture, and his expression, past the surface appearance. Ed was already in mission mode, even if he didn't want to admit it yet -- still at the research stage, absorbing information without choosing to act on it yet. Al knew the signs.

Slowly the buildings changed, the houses becoming fewer and falling behind, to be replaced with shops. Many of these were closed, and seemed a bit dusty and unkept; but perhaps it was just too late in the day.

At last they found an inhabitant; an old man sitting propped up against a low fence outside a restaurant. He had a pipe in hand, which he occasionally took pulls on, seemingly watching the sunset over the hills.

"Excuse me," Al called, ever polite, and they headed over to him. "Can you tell us where to find a good place to stay the night around here?"

There was a long moment of silence, as the old man seemed to take in their presence, and then consider what to do about it. "Travellers, aren't you?" he said at last.

"Ah, yes," Al said. "We just got in on the train today. We were hoping to stay over a few days, so..."

There was another of those long, drawn-out pauses. Ed fidgeted, but left the talking to his more diplomatic brother. "Is there an inn nearby?" Al repeated his original question.

"The Cat's Return is nearby," the old man said thoughtfully. "If you're looking for a place to stay, that one is good. That one is very good. The lady who runs it will see that you kids are taken care of."

Ed nearly growled. "Who are you calling a kid, you..."

Al grabbed him and slipped a hand on his mouth with the ease of long practice. "Thanks," he told the man. "That sounds perfect. Where can we find it?"

"One street over," he told them, nodding his head absently. "And down two. It shouldn't be too hard to find. It hasn't changed much lately. Doring-sama approves of it. You kids should be welcomed there."

A growling noise came from behind Al's hand, so Al thought it would be prudent to clear out. "Thank you very much, grandfather!" he called out as he hauled his brother away. "We really appreciate this!"

"Brother," he hissed as they moved out of earshot. "You really need to work on being more polite to people."

"He called us kids!" Ed snapped.

"I'm thirteen, Brother," Al returned heatedly. "And you're only one year older. We are kids."

Ed growled slightly, and stalked along beside his brother in silence. The sun had sunk the rest of the way over the crest of the hill, dropping the street into shadows, before Ed said, "The older people get, they'll call people twenty or twenty-five 'kids.' It's not about age, Al. We haven't been kids in a long time."

Al didn't say anything to that.

+ + +

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" The inkeeper beamed at them as she ushered them inside. "Meanne, look, we have guests tonight. Go and turn down a few of the beds!" she called, and then turned to them and said, "Will you kids be staying in just one room?"

Ed fumed, but surrendered to the inevitable. "Yeah," he said. "We don't know just how many days we'll be staying for, you see, so we wouldn't want to take up extra room."

"Oh? You don't have solid plans?" The landlady hesitated for a moment, but then turned away, closing the door behind them. "For what reason are you visiting Elliotsburg, anyway?"

"Oh," Al said. "We're here for inspec -- ah!" A faint echo sounded from where Ed had kicked his brother's ankle. Ed stepped neatly in to cover the gap.

"We're going to visit some relatives in the South," he said smoothly, "but we're not in any hurry. They aren't expecting us for a while, so we thought we'd stay and see the city."

Al shot a faintly puzzled look down at his brother, but if Ed didn't want to let on that he was a National Alchemist, then Al certainly wouldn't let it slip. "Yes, that's how it is," he added.

"In that case," and the woman was beaming again, "We are honored that you chose to stay with us. This is a truly wonderful city, thanks to Doring-sama, and I'm sure in a few days you'll come to appreciate it as well. I will make sure that you have a wonderful time in your stay here."

"Ah -- thanks," Ed said. He looked around at the inn, as the landlady disappeared through a door at the far end. The downstairs area seemed to be one large room, filled with tables and chairs, with the kitchen at the far end. Stairs running along the side of the room led up to a second floor, with doors opening along it. All of them that he could see were closed and darkened, and aside from a young woman in a handkerchief wiping tables not far away, they were alone. "Are you sure we won't be an imposition?"

"Not at all," the landlady said, with unruffled calm. She brought a steaming pitcher out from the kitchen. "As you can see, there aren't too many patrons here. We get guests, but usually only a few in a night. If you stay for several nights, you'll probably see some more people trickling in, but for tonight it's just you."

"The townspeople don't come here to talk and eat?" Al said, with interest.

He almost thought he imagined it, but the woman's smile faltered, and she spilled a few drops of steaming liquid on the table before quickly pouring into the cups. "They do, on some days," she said, "but at this time of night, many of them are still busy."

"Still busy? Even after dark?" Al sounded surprised.

"Some of them are farmers," she explained, busily setting out the cups of tea, "but many people also work in the cloth factories that Doring-sama owns. The shift runs from noon until well after sunset."

"That's a weird schedule," Ed observed. His feet were killing him. He considered sitting down, and taking the offered tea; he also considered heading up to their room so he could dump his suitcase.

"Yes, but it suits most people," the landlady answered. "The factories have been running very well since Doring-sama began running them. They have brought this city a great deal of money."

"He sounds like a good man," Al said. He hoped Ed wouldn't want to stay for the tea. It would be embarassing to sit there and not be able to drink it, and he didn't want to offend her. "Ma'am, is it all right if we go on up to our rooms? We're both very tired."

"Yes, of course, you children must be tired after travelling so far!" she quickly answered. "I'm terribly sorry. Meanne will show you to your rooms; I'll just go and tend to dinner. It will be ready shortly."

+ + +

By the time the maid came up with the promised dinner, Ed and Al had already spread out over the room. It was mostly Ed's doing, really -- Al didn't have a suitcase to unpack, nor boots to kick off, nor did he really have Ed's knack of sprawling all over a piece of furniture out of proportion to his size. They had their notes out, and were poring over them when the knock came at the door.

Al answered -- Ed didn't bother to stir himself -- and the maid gulped and looked slightly daunted to see his armor up close. Al sighed to himself, and did his best to duck his head in a non-threatening manner.

"Thank you for the dinner," he said politely, taking the tray. He noticed with some amusement that there were two pairs of bowls and plates -- one small, almost child-sized, and the other huge. It would have been more than enough to feed a grown man, so maybe it would satisfy his brother. "We really appreciate it."

"Mistress says she hopes you enjoy her dinner, it's her special, er, her specialty," the maid stammered. She fled as soon as she politely could, and Al suppressed another sigh as he took the tray into the room and set it down on the night table.

Ed looked up, caught sight of the tray, and predictably, scowled. "What's with the two different sizes?" he grumbled. "That one's barely enough to feed a kid!"

"You know you can have mine, Brother," Al told him, and pushed the tray towards him. Ed hmph'ed and dropped his papers, reaching over to collect the small bowl first.

"I'm going to hit my growth spurt soon," he said between bites. "I need all the fuel I can get. Al, pick up that file folder again, will you?"

Obediently, Al picked up the file and leafed through it. "According to this," he said, stopping at the page Ed had marked, "there are two registered alchemists in Elliotsburg."

"Only two?" Ed finished off the bowl with a quick slurp, and traded it for the small plate. "In a city this size?"

"There weren't any in Risembourg, aside from us," Al reminded him. "And none in Youswell, except the ones attatched to the military. East City and Central City are exceptions, because of their importance as capitals."

"Yeah, those places attract'em like flies to rotting meat," Ed snorted around a mouthful of noodles. "Okay, only two. How old is this file?"

Al checked. "Three years," he said. "The first one is Readman, G, class 2, Al., mt., sm. Class two means that he took the state exam, right, but didn't pass?"

Ed nodded. "Either didn't pass, or didn't go on to the practical," he said. "Apparently there are a lot of guys who just want the qualification, without actually wanting the status."

"The mt. and sm. refer to metallury and smithery," Al went on, "is that right?"

"Yeah. Probably set up shop doing repairs in the city." Ed put down his dishes, and eyed the larger portions hungrily. "This is really good."

"Oh, go on, you won't be any use until you're full," Al said with a sense of humor.

"I'm listening," Ed said, but he picked up the larger bowl and began to demolish it as rapidly as he had the others. "Go on. The other?"

"Doring, K, Dr.," Al read off. "Class 3, Al., Ch., ph. bot. Class 3?"

Ed snickered. "That's the one for 'didn't even make the door,' in polite militarese," he said. "Pharmacy and botany. A doctor, huh? Guess he makes his living making medicines for people." Absently, Ed dropped his chopsticks back on the tray besides the empty dishes, and burped loudly.

"Doring," Al said slowly. "Brother, does that name sound familiar?"

"I'm pretty sure I've read through those files before." He sprawled out backwards on the bed, folding his hands behind his head to make a pillow.

"But I know I haven't, and I recognized it," Al protested. "Brother. Doring-sama, isn't that what the landlady called him?"

"Called who?" Ed said.

"The man who owns the textile factories," Al said. "And the grandfather mentioned him too, when he was talking about this inn. 'Doring-sama approves of it,' he said. That doesn't sound like they were talking about a man who just sells cold remedies."

"He could be doing something else," Ed said. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning slightly, and tugged at the ends. "The file said he was a chemist as well as an alchemist, right? There's plenty of things for chemists to do in textiles. The process of bleaching, alone, is..." He trailed off. What was he saying?

Maybe it was just a full stomach of good food and a comfy bed, on top of a long and tiring day of travelling, but Ed felt incredibly good. Enough that he didn't really want to move. He found himself grinning foolishly at the ceiling, and realized that Al had called his name several times.

"Oh, yes," he said, reminding himself to get back on track. "That guy -- Dorin whatsits -- maybe he got involved with the textiles trade through bleaching, enough to get him a lot of money, and he..."

Something teased at the back of his mind. The connection. The factories. The houses. The people in the streets. Doring. For a moment he almost put his finger on it, but then it slipped away. Ed could almost feel the slithering thought, like a wet piece of string, worming its way through his brain. It was a disturbing sensation, and he pressed his hands against his head, trying to pin it down.

"Brother?" Al sounded anxious. Ed jerked his head up -- when had he curled up enough to hide his face in his knees? -- and saw his brother looming over him. He made the bed shift, and Ed had to snatch out a hand to grab for something solid, because that one tiny motion seemed to set off an entire cascade of motions that rocked him and rippled him until he thought he would slip away. "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Al," he gasped, then stopped. Was that really his voice? Did he really sound like that? It reminded him of the time he'd heard his own voice on a recording machine, flat and tinny and crackling with static.

He moaned and curled up again -- it seemed like the easiest position. It made it hard to breathe, though, with his arms tucked up tight to his chest, and he found himself gasping, trying to breathe through air gone thick and heavy. His heart thudded. What was happening to him?

"Al," he tried again, and managed not to shudder at the sound. "Al, something is wrong."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Brother!" That was Al, voice sharp with annoyance, edged with fear. It was strange, imaginine his brother's voice as a metal blade, one that sawed accross the edge of his ears. He shuddered again.

"What --" He tried to sit up. Nooo, that was a mistake. The room pitched around him, sending his head swimming. He turned his head, searching for his brother, but his eyes didn't want to focus; his vision was covered by bursts of searing white. No. That wasn't true. He could still see, just fine.

Something loomed up by his elbow, huge and metal and forbidding. Ed stared at it, mouth gone dry, his throat filling up with the taste of fear and revulsion. "Get away from me," he hissed.

"Brother!" That was Al, sounding shocked and hurt. He could hear his brother, but he couldn't see him. There was no Al, there was only this thing, stealing his brother's voice, alien and menacing.

"Al!" Ed shouted. "Where are you?" He tried to get to his feet and failed, ending up swaying drunkenly on his hands and knees.

"I'm right here!" the suit of armor protested, and Ed growled in rage, because that thing had stolen his brother's voice, and was using it against him.

"Give him back!" he snarled, and flung himself against the thing, cold and alien and inhuman. "Give my brother back to me! What have you done with him?!"

His hands met cold metal plates, slamming with a resounding metal echo. He tried to dig his fingers in, to claw his way beneath the iron skin and expose the slimy, slithering thing he knew was underneath. His fingers slipped and scrabbled against the surface, and suddenly strong, cold hands were closing on his wrists, wrenching him apart. "What are you talking about, Brother? It's me! It's only me! Stop it, you're hurting yourself!"

"Give him back!" Ed screamed, panic mixing with fury as he struggled and kicked. "Al! Where are you? I can't see!"

And then he stopped struggling, letting himself hang limp in the giant's grasp, eyes wide and staring.

Because he could see.

He could see it all.

Comments

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

OMGWTFBBQ!

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

That's all? :p

*sigh* I knew this would happen... now I've forgotten what else I wanted to do in this scene. ~_~

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

I TOLD you to write the trippy scene while you were half conscious! This is what happens when people don't listen to me.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

It was four fricken' thirty! YOU don't stay up that late. :p

[kalikamaxwell.livejournal.com]

I'd say something smart, but about all I can come up with is that I'm jealous of your description skills and that I'm quite interested in whatever will follow. <3

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Well, if there's interest, then I'll be motivated to write. ^^ I hope you won't be disapponted with the rest.