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Trust Within Iself: CH2

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Trust Within Itself: Chapter 2: Savior

[This is a multi-chapter fic. Go here to read it from the beginning: princessfirestix.deviantart.co… ]

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, only this plot. I would rate this fanfic PG-13 for violence and language. This fic will have either subtle yaoi or Parental!RoyxEd, it depends on how you want to look at it. I prefer the latter. This is also AU. The homunculi aren't really homunculi. And this isn't beta'd. It's only spelling and grammar checked. Now on with the fic!

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"Fine, Duke. Go ahead. Take my life," Edward mumbled with defeat. He was sick of being Fate's Bitch, sick of the torture, sick of putting his life in danger for others who would be taken away from him, sick of being alone. With Alphonse gone, there was no more point in surviving the cruel place we call the world. Without Al...

Duke quirked an eyebrow. He eyed the younger boy up and down and then pinched himself.

"Give up so soon, shrimp?"

"Yeah, just do whatever." Ed hung his head and opened up his arms as if to invite them to throw the opening punch. Duke wrinkled his brow but then shrugged and nodded to his thugs. They snickered and charged at Edward. One of them kicked him down while another punched into his cheek. Once he was down, another boy tackled him and repeatedly punched at his head. The others brutally kicked into his ribs with a snap. Edward grunted at the first strike then began screaming once tackled. By the time his torturers had gotten into rhythm, Edward had begun to cry. Pretty soon, tears were running down Ed's face. But he showed no sign of struggle. He wanted this. He wanted to end his life of pain and suffering. He wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. There was no more reason. His only reason was Alphonse and now that Al was gone, he had no purpose.

The gang cackled and taunted Edward brutally while beating the shit out of him. Suddenly, there was a loud screech caused by car tires and a loud door slam followed by fast footsteps.

"HEY! What the hell is going on here???"

"None of your business, old man!" Duke reached to his back pants pocket to retrieve a pistol. "Back off now and I won't shoot."

The middle-aged man squinted his slanting dark eyes. He blew his midnight black hair out of his face and reached into his suit pocket, withdrawing a gloved hand.

"I'll ask you one more time, kid, what the hell is going on here?" By now, the gang had backed away from Edward, who was now in a bleeding fetal position. You could faintly here him whimpering.

"I'm sorry, old man, but you asked for this!" Duke pointed the pistol at the man and put a slight pressure on the trigger. The man shook his head and smirked. Using his gloved hand, he snapped and Duke's arm went up in flames. The boy screamed in shock and agony and his minions glared at the man. They all glanced at one another and then charged at the man.

The man smirked softly and snapped, causing the boys' legs to go up in flame. They all fell over on top one another and screamed in pain. The man eyed the burning gang rolling around on the ground for a second and then proceeded towards the shriveled up heap of red and blond.

The man frowned and crouched down next to the boy. He searched for the boy's hand and felt his inner wrist. It was barely there, but he could feel a soft heart beat. The man stopped. Should he take him to the hospital? No, he didn't know anything about this boy or if there was anyone waiting for him. He would just be lost in the hospital. After all, the nearest hospital was pretty far, and by the looks of it, this kid seemed to be living on the streets. The man wrinkled his nose and unraveled the boy so he was lying flat on his back. The man inspected each of his wounds and decided that none were bleeding enough to be fatal. He scooped the kid up and laid him in the backseat.

The boy whimpered, almost as if he was trying to protest, but didn't have the strength to. The man shrugged and claimed his seat at the steering wheel. Trying to drive quickly, but civilly at the same time, the man hurried towards a certain home on a quiet street. The residence of Dr. Knox.

The man pulled up Knox's driveway and practically ran to the door with the boy in his arms. Holding the boy over his shoulder with one arm, the man banged his fist into the wood door.

"KNOX! OPEN UP! IT'S MUSTANG!"

With that, the door was slowly creaked open. Knox took a peak and then opened the door further, allowing Roy to come in.

"Knox, I found this boy being beaten to death on the street by a bunch of thugs. He seems like a street kid and the hospital's pretty far. I don't know a thing about him and I doubt the kid can afford healthcare himself, and I don't think I can afford what he needs, either. Please, I'm begging you; can you fix this boy up?"

"Mustang..."

"Please?" Knox looked at Roy. He stared into his eyes. Something shown in those midnight blue eyes of his. Something like... care. It had been a while since anyone had seen Roy show feelings of caring, let alone any emotion.

Knox sighed and motioned for Roy to set the boy down on the kitchen table. The doctor walked out to find his old medical instruments. Roy looked around himself just in case and then walked over to the boy. He was genuinely worried. That had always been his downside. Caring too much. He cared too much about the human life, about his victims, about his subordinates. And now he was mesmerized by this random street kid that he saved from the brink of death.

Mustang knelt down beside the child and brushed back the grimy locks of blond hair sticking to his face with sweat. He sighed and wiped away some of the blood trailing out of his mouth with his own thumb.

"Mustang?" Dr. Knox was eyeing him quizzically from the doorway with a smirk.

Startled, Roy stood up and brushed himself off.

"Er..." Roy twiddled his thumbs, lost for an explanation.

"Whatever, just help me, okay?"

Roy nodded and the two got to work cleaning and dressing the boy's wounds.

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"Roy, we need to talk. Not as accomplices, but as friends."

"What is it, Knox?" Roy glared at him, and then quickly resumed his position staring at the boy, as if he had forgotten for a moment.

"Mustang, in the hallway, please. I need your full, undivided attention." Knox rolled his eyes.

Roy looked up at the doctor, then back at the boy, and reluctantly followed Knox into the hallway.

Shutting the door, Knox firmly held Roy's shoulders.

"Listen to me, Roy. Don't get too attached to the kid. He's a fucking street kid. I bet you he's not even going to be grateful to you for saving his damned life. I know how these street kids work. Just don't prepare yourself to get hurt, okay? You're already getting too attached."

"I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself, Knox. I'm prepared for anything. Don't worry about me." Roy glanced back at the door.

Knox sighed. "Fine, but I'm not going to house this kid now that I'm done treating him. I wrote down what you'll need to do with him and I already placed a prescription order that should be ready by tomorrow night. Take him to your place to recover. I don't want any street kids in MY house."

"Knox, you can be so heartless. Oh, whatever. Thanks for your help. Could you help me get him into my car? How much longer should he be out?"

"Oh, he's lost a lot of blood and has a minor concussion. He should wake up by tomorrow afternoon.  Come on; let's get this boy to your place."

"Alright."

To be continued....
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This is the second chapter to my first multi-chapter fic! I have outlined it to have eight chapters total. If you go to my fanfics section in my gallery, there's a complete list of the chapters with links in the info section.

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Blue-Blaze3's avatar
Im looking forward to the next chapter. :)

*crosses fingers*
plz be yaoi!
plz be yaoi!
plz be yaoi! XD

*Ed looks at me* : What the fuck are you doing?