Fullmetal Alchemist (Nightbreed) - Coração Selvagem [Part 1] [RoyEd]

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Title: Coração Selvagem - Alacar
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 861
Summary: Things change.

Edward Elric ran.

The summer sun cast dappled shadows across his lithe form as he barreled forward, running with all his might. His paws tore through the loamy earth, churning up dead leaves and twigs as he raced through the thinning trees toward his destination. He had nothing on his mind but his objective; his goal, that spot where the sunlight glinted brightly off of a dazzling pure, clean lake.

The breath burned in his lungs as he ran, his tongue lolling out of his mouth with the exertion. He did not care how ridiculous he looked as he scrambled up the embankment, he could hear the others behind him and nothing mattered right now except beating everyone else.

He exploded out of the treeline and nearly lost his footing as the loose dirt quickly became sand. Edward tumbled forward, splashing through the shallows of the lake and laughing aloud as he took human form, landing on his hands and knees in the water.

Several other cubs tumbled out of the woods behind him; shrieking children all his own age as they fell into the water after him. They were all in human form by the time they hit the water, naked as the day they were born. Edward nearly went down under the weight of his own brother as Alphonse flung himself at Edward and they toppled into the water, laughing and shouting like all the other wolf cubs.

Edward locked his arm around Alphonse's neck and they bumped foreheads, still laughing as cubs splashed all around them. Alphonse took a great gulping breath of air, his chest still heaving with exertion and the sunlight catching on the water in his hair. "We'll always be together, right, brother?"

#

“I don't know how you stand it,” Edward Elric said, staring into the glass half-full of amber liquid. “This entire place is giving me one hell of a migraine.”

“Werewolves don't get migraines,” Roy Mustang said beside him. Although he had spoken at a normal tone of voice Edward could hear him clearly, despite all the clamor of the bar. Edward shot Roy a sour look, and then stole his own drink and quaffed it. “Hey!” Roy said, annoyed.

“Vampires don't need alcohol,” Edward retorted, savoring the burn of the booze as it slid down his throat. “Mm, was that tequila?”

“Tequila tastes like lighter fluid,” Roy said, putting his elbow on the bar and his chin in his hand. “You just bought that drink, I hope you realize.”

“And I'll buy half a dozen more, anything to try to quell this symphony of obnoxiousness.” Edward slid Roy's now-empty glass back in his direction. “Everyone stinks of booze and foulness, can't you smell it? It's making me ill.”

Roy tapped his fingers on the bar, chin still in his hand. “Despite my heightened senses, no, Ed, I don't smell what you can.”

“Be grateful,” Edward said, and downed the remainder of his whiskey in two gulps. “People fucking stink. Doesn't anyone in this town bathe?”

The bartender swooped in to collect their glasses, and Roy held up his fingers for another round.

“Better make mine a double,” Edward grunted, and the bartender nodded.

“You sure that's wise?” Roy watched as the bartender walked away. “That will be your fifth drink tonight. Just how much does it take you to get drunk, anyway?”

“Dunno,” Edward said, turning on the bar stool and watching the crush of college kids intently. “Never been drunk.”

“Why am I not surprised?" Roy murmured to himself. He leaned his elbows on the bar but turned his head so that he could watch Edward. A strange expression had crossed Edward's face and there was something about it, and the way that he straightened on the stool, that sent a queasy feeling into Roy's gut. "Ed, what is it?"

And then he saw them. Even from across the bar, Roy could recognize wolves. There were indistinguishable from the college kids in the bar, their features young but hard; however there was just something about them that screamed werewolf. Obviously, Edward had scented them. Edward slid off of the bar stool and stood, putting himself between Roy and the approaching werewolves. It was a noble gesture but futile, they would be able to scent the vampire just as well as Edward scented them.

Edward stood his ground as the werewolves stopped before him. The lead werewolf had easily half a head of height and probably fifty pounds of muscle on Edward; his tawny hair close-cropped and cast bronze by the dim lights in the bar. Edward did not back down or flinch, his chin jutted defiantly. "You might as well leave, because I don't even want to hear what you have to say."

The lead werewolf's grin was menacing, and he had yet to show a single tooth. "That's a shame, brother. But we're not here to talk."