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scriveynerTitle: Family Secrets
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary: Nick hated alchemy.
Alchemy.
Nick hated the term, hated the thought of the matter. It was not something that was discussed in his family - his own father was a salaryman, he was brilliant at his job but he never had much time for folklore and nonsense. It was something that Nick read in passing in books, and heard about in family gatherings, the whispers passed behind hands with the slightest of titters.
Nick didn’t believe in alchemy. He yawned when Takeo waxed poetic about the great alchemists; Hollandus, Bacon, Agrippa, Flamel - and more besides. He took bets with himself when his friend would tire of the subject, and then Takeo would visit and start talking with his great-grandfather and it would be off to the races again. He really, really needed to start keeping the two of them apart.
And then, one day at school. Takeo pulled from his backpack a tiny crystal vial filled with a dark crimson liquid. “What the hell is that?” Nick asked, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling out of his head when Takeo responded “Dragon’s blood!"
The transmutation circle required blood, not just his dragon’s blood but Nick’s blood as well. "I still think you’re stupid,” Nick said as he cut his palm open with a wince. “This isn’t going to work, Takeo. When it doesn’t work, I want you to forget about this craziness once and for all, it doesn’t do grandad any good to get worked up over this stuff like you have him."
"Fair enough,” Takeo said, both hands on the chalk line he had drawn on the floor in his bedroom. “Now do it!"
To be fair, Nick had never expected for it to WORK. Maybe there were more to those stories after all….
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary: Nick hated alchemy.
Alchemy.
Nick hated the term, hated the thought of the matter. It was not something that was discussed in his family - his own father was a salaryman, he was brilliant at his job but he never had much time for folklore and nonsense. It was something that Nick read in passing in books, and heard about in family gatherings, the whispers passed behind hands with the slightest of titters.
Nick didn’t believe in alchemy. He yawned when Takeo waxed poetic about the great alchemists; Hollandus, Bacon, Agrippa, Flamel - and more besides. He took bets with himself when his friend would tire of the subject, and then Takeo would visit and start talking with his great-grandfather and it would be off to the races again. He really, really needed to start keeping the two of them apart.
And then, one day at school. Takeo pulled from his backpack a tiny crystal vial filled with a dark crimson liquid. “What the hell is that?” Nick asked, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling out of his head when Takeo responded “Dragon’s blood!"
The transmutation circle required blood, not just his dragon’s blood but Nick’s blood as well. "I still think you’re stupid,” Nick said as he cut his palm open with a wince. “This isn’t going to work, Takeo. When it doesn’t work, I want you to forget about this craziness once and for all, it doesn’t do grandad any good to get worked up over this stuff like you have him."
"Fair enough,” Takeo said, both hands on the chalk line he had drawn on the floor in his bedroom. “Now do it!"
To be fair, Nick had never expected for it to WORK. Maybe there were more to those stories after all….
