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Log; Complete
When; February 18th, Afternoon.
Rating; PG-13 for minor violence, blood, and emo.
Characters; Alphonse Elric [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_elric] & Alfons Heiderich [opfern].
Summary; After getting bitten and kicked by Nell and shot by Kirika, Alfons gives one last attempt at damage control when he sees Alphonse in a fight. Blows are traded, both physical and verbal, with the younger Elric finding out about Alfons' death and being sworn to secrecy.
Log;
Alfons; Really, Alfons knew he needed to get back inside quickly. He was having trouble focusing on his surroundings. Nell might have been a small child, but apparently just being an arrancar gave her surprising strength. He could already feel the bruises on his lower legs and arms forming whenever he moved.
Not to mention the bullet wound his arm had suffered from Kirika. There was no way he could have chased after her when she was like that... He only hoped she wouldn't regret her actions too much tomorrow. And at least she hadn't hit anything vital.
But even so, he was still bleeding enough to worry him. Which was so odd... If he was already dead, why did he have to worry about dying again? It seemed silly.
A familiar voice jerked him out of his daze as he stumbled along the growing carnage, trying not to get sick at some of the dead bodies lying around. Turning, he spotted a familiar boy currently...in some sort of brawl?
"Alphonse!" Was he cursed, or was he just defending himself? Either way, he couldn't very well leave him, no matter how much his very presence unnerved the teenager.
Alphonse; Al had left the butcher shop early, having been filled with an angry energy and a definite need to get it out somehow. Before he’d left, he’d managed to break two tea cups and a plate which he set off to be fixed up alchemically later on. The blonde teen had realized what was happening to him as he remembered what it had been like when he had traded personalities with Wrath a while ago.
For Ed’s sake, Al had bolted before his brother had come downstairs. No need to get into a fight, no matter what their ages were, Ed still hadn’t managed to beat Al in a fight and the younger Elric did not want to hurt his brother.
And that was how Al had ended up in a fight with a person he didn’t know over something as trivial as brushing shoulders. And truly, it wasn’t a fair fight, this man was just randomly swinging at him, Al dodged around one of his fists and dropped the man with a fist in his solar plexus. Just as Al pulled his fist away he heard someone yelling his name and turned to see who it was.
Some of his energy had been burnt by the fight, but the wrathful feelings were still bubbling below the surface. “Alfons.” He said a bit more curtly than usual, the curse negating his normally impeccable manners.
Alfons; Alfons flinched as the man Al had been fighting dropped like a brick. He looked like he was still breathing, though, so with a light cough, he pulled his hand away from his own injury so that he could at least attempt to grab Al's arm.
"It's all right, I'm not under this curse. But if people are attacking you, you should go back to the butcher shop. I'm sure Edward's worried for you. He's not affected, is he?"
Alphonse; Al wrenched his arm away from the older male’s grip and took a step away, his fists balling up. The curse urged him to give into wrath again, but he didn’t want to hit Alfons. “He didn’t attack me, I attacked him, he… pissed me off.” Even with the curse effecting him, swear words sounded like a foreign language coming from his mouth.
The surly look on his face would have better belonged on Ed than his usually timid brother as well as his stance, with his arms crossed defensively over his chest. It was extremely unnatural seeming on the younger Elric.
Alfons; Indeed, Alphonse's language was enough to shock Alfons silent for a long moment. And when he stood there, looking as indignant as Edward could sometimes, his own expression softened a bit.
Brothers indeed.
"Alphonse, you're under a curse. This isn't like you." Moving past him, he attempted to pull him along, trying his best to ignore the flaring pain in his arm. "You can't just attack people because they anger you. We'll take you back to the butcher shop... I'm sure Edward can keep you in control."
Alphonse; “Let go of me!” Al snapped pushing Alfons away from him rather forcefully, and took several steps away from him. “How do you know what’s like me?! You don’t even know me!” And as much as Al didn’t want to admit it, Ed probably wouldn’t be able to control him like this without some help.
“I’m not going back there!”
Alfons; The shove was enough to knock Alfons off his feet, simply because he was already unsteady from his injuries, and weak from the blood loss. He landed with a grunt, and coughed a few times into his hand before staggering back up to angrily grab hold of Al's shirt in one fist.
"I know everything that Edward told me! All he ever talked about was you!" Just thinking about it irritated him more and more. "Now, you're going back there if I have to drag you kicking and screaming! Please stop fighting it!"
Alphonse; Al watched as his near mirror image fell down, a sense of satisfaction from the deed welling up inside of him against his will. Al really hadn’t been expecting Alfons to retaliate in any way, he seemed rather weak to him, so being grabbed and yelled at was a surprise. A surprise that left Al speechless through Alfons’ mini-rant.
A few seconds later Al got his wits back and tried to pull away from the elder boys grip, which was surprisingly strong. An ugly sneer worked it’s way onto his lips as Al processed some of what Alfons said. “Are you jealous or something? That’s pathetic!”
Alfons; Al's words cut into him and immediately made him release his grip on the younger boy's shirt. It was as if the wind had been knocked from him.
Then, anger flashed across his gaze as he stepped forward, fingers curling into a fist. Without thinking very far ahead about what the results would be, he gave Alphonse a clean punch across the face. "Don't talk like you know anything about me!"
Alphonse; Al’s head snapped to the side as Alfons punched him, one hand flying quickly up to touch the spot and made himself wince. That was definitely going to bruise. The wrath that had been bubbling just below the surface rose to the surface and Al returned Alfons’ punch with one of his own.
“I think I know plenty. You’re jealous because Brother only liked you because you looked like me!”
Alfons; The fact that Alphonse could read him so clearly only hurt even more, and it showed in his gaze as he stumbled and clutched at his own jaw, now sore. Edward's younger brother was definitely strong... He remembered Edward telling him during one of his many stories that he had never beat him in a fight.
And here Alfons was, not much of a fighter at all, wounded, and suffering blood loss. How could he even stand a chance against him?
"This is ridiculous! Stop talking about what you don't understand!" Reaching out, he grabbed for Al's outstretched wrist so that he could try to drag him off again. "I'm not leaving you out here so you can fight someone stronger than you and get yourself killed!"
He knew that if Al died... Edward wouldn't be able to take it.
Alphonse; Al smirked as he sent Alfons backwards again, but not even that seemed to deter him as he grabbed onto Al’s wrist again. He just couldn’t seem to learn his lesson. Al kicked at Alfons’ legs and wrenched his wrist away, not quite conscious of how cold the skin was until he was several steps away from the elder male. The feeling reminded him of how Izumi’s skin had been before she had left the city. Cold as ice because she was dead.
“Did you die?” Al demanded, his level of anger lowering again so he wasn’t as motivated to strike the other again.
Alfons; The kick made him grimace. His legs were already bruised from Nell, so having them kicked again was enough to make him still for a second. This day was...just not going well. All of the past few days had been almost unbearable.
It was so hard to smile... So hard to care anymore.
It was Alphonse's question that made him spin around, fist flying once more as he yelled out, "Like I said, you don't understand anything!"
Alphonse; Al stumbled back at Alfons hit him again in the same place as last time, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He spat out the blood that had well up under his tongue, hating the coppery taste of it.
“Of course I don’t understand! I don’t know anything about you!” Al yelled at Alfons. “How can I know anything if you if you don’t say anything?!”
Alfons; Panting now, and feeling weaker by the minute, he reached up to clutch at his arm, pressing his hand roughly against the wound. At least the bullet had gone clean through... But it made it even tougher to keep from bleeding more because of that.
"I don't want you to know anything about me, Alphonse! It's bad enough that we look alike... I don't care to exchange life stories with you. All that matters is that you be happy with your older brother right now, and I'm trying to help. If you get yourself killed, you should know how much that would destroy him!"
He looked down, grimacing. "You can't tell him about me... Please don't. I don't need him feeling guilty or anything stupid like that."
Alphonse; Al’s fists shook as Alfons made it clear how little he cared about having Al know him. The taste of copper was back but Al didn’t spit it out this time. He didn’t even think to as he struggled to think of what to say to the older boy.
“I… I know dying would hurt Ed.” He’d seen Edward die before, that had been painful enough. “But I’m not going back to the butcher shop while I’m like this, not when there’s a chance I could hurt, Brother.”
Al took another step away from Alfons, preparing to run in the other direction if he needed to. He didn’t want to go back yet. “I won’t tell him. I promise that, but just don’t try taking me back.”
Alfons; Alfons stared at him for a long moment before a coughing fit took over that he was unable to restrain. There was a few moments of shuddering shoulders as he shut his eyes and covered his mouth, before finally dropping his hand, clutching at his injured arm even tighter.
"Fine. I can't really make you do anything right now, anyway... Edward told me you were a competent fighter. So long as you aren't killing anyone, and you stay safe... I won't follow you." He needed to get home, anyway. He needed to get inside. Lock his door. Collapse and maybe if he was lucky he would just bleed to death. ...Again.
He glanced up once more at the younger mirror image of himself before looking away and turning to walk off.
Alphonse; Al watched as Alfons turned and began to walk away, a bad feeling welling up in his throat. But at least he wouldn’t try and make Al return to the butcher shop anymore.
“Sorry…”
He said it quietly to himself, doubting the other would hear and ran off in the other direction, determined to put some space in between him and his mirror image.
Rating; PG-13 for minor violence, blood, and emo.
Characters; Alphonse Elric [
kitty_elric] & Alfons Heiderich [opfern].Summary; After getting bitten and kicked by Nell and shot by Kirika, Alfons gives one last attempt at damage control when he sees Alphonse in a fight. Blows are traded, both physical and verbal, with the younger Elric finding out about Alfons' death and being sworn to secrecy.
Log;
Alfons; Really, Alfons knew he needed to get back inside quickly. He was having trouble focusing on his surroundings. Nell might have been a small child, but apparently just being an arrancar gave her surprising strength. He could already feel the bruises on his lower legs and arms forming whenever he moved.
Not to mention the bullet wound his arm had suffered from Kirika. There was no way he could have chased after her when she was like that... He only hoped she wouldn't regret her actions too much tomorrow. And at least she hadn't hit anything vital.
But even so, he was still bleeding enough to worry him. Which was so odd... If he was already dead, why did he have to worry about dying again? It seemed silly.
A familiar voice jerked him out of his daze as he stumbled along the growing carnage, trying not to get sick at some of the dead bodies lying around. Turning, he spotted a familiar boy currently...in some sort of brawl?
"Alphonse!" Was he cursed, or was he just defending himself? Either way, he couldn't very well leave him, no matter how much his very presence unnerved the teenager.
Alphonse; Al had left the butcher shop early, having been filled with an angry energy and a definite need to get it out somehow. Before he’d left, he’d managed to break two tea cups and a plate which he set off to be fixed up alchemically later on. The blonde teen had realized what was happening to him as he remembered what it had been like when he had traded personalities with Wrath a while ago.
For Ed’s sake, Al had bolted before his brother had come downstairs. No need to get into a fight, no matter what their ages were, Ed still hadn’t managed to beat Al in a fight and the younger Elric did not want to hurt his brother.
And that was how Al had ended up in a fight with a person he didn’t know over something as trivial as brushing shoulders. And truly, it wasn’t a fair fight, this man was just randomly swinging at him, Al dodged around one of his fists and dropped the man with a fist in his solar plexus. Just as Al pulled his fist away he heard someone yelling his name and turned to see who it was.
Some of his energy had been burnt by the fight, but the wrathful feelings were still bubbling below the surface. “Alfons.” He said a bit more curtly than usual, the curse negating his normally impeccable manners.
Alfons; Alfons flinched as the man Al had been fighting dropped like a brick. He looked like he was still breathing, though, so with a light cough, he pulled his hand away from his own injury so that he could at least attempt to grab Al's arm.
"It's all right, I'm not under this curse. But if people are attacking you, you should go back to the butcher shop. I'm sure Edward's worried for you. He's not affected, is he?"
Alphonse; Al wrenched his arm away from the older male’s grip and took a step away, his fists balling up. The curse urged him to give into wrath again, but he didn’t want to hit Alfons. “He didn’t attack me, I attacked him, he… pissed me off.” Even with the curse effecting him, swear words sounded like a foreign language coming from his mouth.
The surly look on his face would have better belonged on Ed than his usually timid brother as well as his stance, with his arms crossed defensively over his chest. It was extremely unnatural seeming on the younger Elric.
Alfons; Indeed, Alphonse's language was enough to shock Alfons silent for a long moment. And when he stood there, looking as indignant as Edward could sometimes, his own expression softened a bit.
Brothers indeed.
"Alphonse, you're under a curse. This isn't like you." Moving past him, he attempted to pull him along, trying his best to ignore the flaring pain in his arm. "You can't just attack people because they anger you. We'll take you back to the butcher shop... I'm sure Edward can keep you in control."
Alphonse; “Let go of me!” Al snapped pushing Alfons away from him rather forcefully, and took several steps away from him. “How do you know what’s like me?! You don’t even know me!” And as much as Al didn’t want to admit it, Ed probably wouldn’t be able to control him like this without some help.
“I’m not going back there!”
Alfons; The shove was enough to knock Alfons off his feet, simply because he was already unsteady from his injuries, and weak from the blood loss. He landed with a grunt, and coughed a few times into his hand before staggering back up to angrily grab hold of Al's shirt in one fist.
"I know everything that Edward told me! All he ever talked about was you!" Just thinking about it irritated him more and more. "Now, you're going back there if I have to drag you kicking and screaming! Please stop fighting it!"
Alphonse; Al watched as his near mirror image fell down, a sense of satisfaction from the deed welling up inside of him against his will. Al really hadn’t been expecting Alfons to retaliate in any way, he seemed rather weak to him, so being grabbed and yelled at was a surprise. A surprise that left Al speechless through Alfons’ mini-rant.
A few seconds later Al got his wits back and tried to pull away from the elder boys grip, which was surprisingly strong. An ugly sneer worked it’s way onto his lips as Al processed some of what Alfons said. “Are you jealous or something? That’s pathetic!”
Alfons; Al's words cut into him and immediately made him release his grip on the younger boy's shirt. It was as if the wind had been knocked from him.
Then, anger flashed across his gaze as he stepped forward, fingers curling into a fist. Without thinking very far ahead about what the results would be, he gave Alphonse a clean punch across the face. "Don't talk like you know anything about me!"
Alphonse; Al’s head snapped to the side as Alfons punched him, one hand flying quickly up to touch the spot and made himself wince. That was definitely going to bruise. The wrath that had been bubbling just below the surface rose to the surface and Al returned Alfons’ punch with one of his own.
“I think I know plenty. You’re jealous because Brother only liked you because you looked like me!”
Alfons; The fact that Alphonse could read him so clearly only hurt even more, and it showed in his gaze as he stumbled and clutched at his own jaw, now sore. Edward's younger brother was definitely strong... He remembered Edward telling him during one of his many stories that he had never beat him in a fight.
And here Alfons was, not much of a fighter at all, wounded, and suffering blood loss. How could he even stand a chance against him?
"This is ridiculous! Stop talking about what you don't understand!" Reaching out, he grabbed for Al's outstretched wrist so that he could try to drag him off again. "I'm not leaving you out here so you can fight someone stronger than you and get yourself killed!"
He knew that if Al died... Edward wouldn't be able to take it.
Alphonse; Al smirked as he sent Alfons backwards again, but not even that seemed to deter him as he grabbed onto Al’s wrist again. He just couldn’t seem to learn his lesson. Al kicked at Alfons’ legs and wrenched his wrist away, not quite conscious of how cold the skin was until he was several steps away from the elder male. The feeling reminded him of how Izumi’s skin had been before she had left the city. Cold as ice because she was dead.
“Did you die?” Al demanded, his level of anger lowering again so he wasn’t as motivated to strike the other again.
Alfons; The kick made him grimace. His legs were already bruised from Nell, so having them kicked again was enough to make him still for a second. This day was...just not going well. All of the past few days had been almost unbearable.
It was so hard to smile... So hard to care anymore.
It was Alphonse's question that made him spin around, fist flying once more as he yelled out, "Like I said, you don't understand anything!"
Alphonse; Al stumbled back at Alfons hit him again in the same place as last time, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He spat out the blood that had well up under his tongue, hating the coppery taste of it.
“Of course I don’t understand! I don’t know anything about you!” Al yelled at Alfons. “How can I know anything if you if you don’t say anything?!”
Alfons; Panting now, and feeling weaker by the minute, he reached up to clutch at his arm, pressing his hand roughly against the wound. At least the bullet had gone clean through... But it made it even tougher to keep from bleeding more because of that.
"I don't want you to know anything about me, Alphonse! It's bad enough that we look alike... I don't care to exchange life stories with you. All that matters is that you be happy with your older brother right now, and I'm trying to help. If you get yourself killed, you should know how much that would destroy him!"
He looked down, grimacing. "You can't tell him about me... Please don't. I don't need him feeling guilty or anything stupid like that."
Alphonse; Al’s fists shook as Alfons made it clear how little he cared about having Al know him. The taste of copper was back but Al didn’t spit it out this time. He didn’t even think to as he struggled to think of what to say to the older boy.
“I… I know dying would hurt Ed.” He’d seen Edward die before, that had been painful enough. “But I’m not going back to the butcher shop while I’m like this, not when there’s a chance I could hurt, Brother.”
Al took another step away from Alfons, preparing to run in the other direction if he needed to. He didn’t want to go back yet. “I won’t tell him. I promise that, but just don’t try taking me back.”
Alfons; Alfons stared at him for a long moment before a coughing fit took over that he was unable to restrain. There was a few moments of shuddering shoulders as he shut his eyes and covered his mouth, before finally dropping his hand, clutching at his injured arm even tighter.
"Fine. I can't really make you do anything right now, anyway... Edward told me you were a competent fighter. So long as you aren't killing anyone, and you stay safe... I won't follow you." He needed to get home, anyway. He needed to get inside. Lock his door. Collapse and maybe if he was lucky he would just bleed to death. ...Again.
He glanced up once more at the younger mirror image of himself before looking away and turning to walk off.
Alphonse; Al watched as Alfons turned and began to walk away, a bad feeling welling up in his throat. But at least he wouldn’t try and make Al return to the butcher shop anymore.
“Sorry…”
He said it quietly to himself, doubting the other would hear and ran off in the other direction, determined to put some space in between him and his mirror image.