Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

"(Y/N), please tell me what happened. I really want to know."

You were lying on your bed, and Ed was sitting on a chair he pulled out from the desk in your room.

You glance at the time. 2:51 am. It was really late, but you didn't feel as tired as you should have, though Ed was yawning every once in a while.

"It's really late, Ed, I can tell you tomorrow."

"No, please just tell me."

You sigh. He's been urging you to tell him for the past 10 minutes. You didn't want to worry him too much about what you heard, so you refused to tell him.

As soon as the three of you got home, you were laid on your bed and given treatment. Now, your face, arm, shoulder, stomach, and leg were bandaged neatly. The bullet in your leg was shallow and part of it was sticking out, so it didn't take much to get it out, though it hurt a lot. You were covered in ointments and antiseptics, and now the room smelled like medicine and your nose burned.

"Ed. I promise I'll tell you tomorrow. So please, just go for now. It's almost 3 am, and I can tell you're really tired. Don't worry about me." You smile comfortingly, and Ed looks away, a faint sprinkle of red across the bridge of his nose.

"I... Alright I'll go. Good night."

You lock eyes with him. "Good night." You grin.

Ed pushes back his chair and walks out of your room, turning off the lights in the process. Despite your energy, you close your eyes and allow sleep to wash over you.

~

You wake up to the sun shining in your face. The clock read 6:24 am, and you push yourself up, avoiding use of your stomach muscles. Inching your feet over the side of the bed, you rub your face and yawn. You pull on a pair of socks since the marble floor was cold, and you look into the mirror. You were still wearing the same bloody clothes as yesterday, and the fabric was stiff from the dried blood, you quickly change your clothes, grab three rubber-bands and, using only two of them, tie your hair in a ponytail. You limp heavily to the kitchen.

There was nothing in the fridge, so you go to the minibar and see some (Favorite/Snack). You grab it and finish it quickly, throwing the bag into the trashcan.

Your eyes land on Al's room's closed door. Ed's room was right beside it, door closed too. Curiosity fills your mind. Is Al still unconscious?

You limp painfully towards Al's door and place your hand on the cold doorknob, contemplating over whether or not to go in. You finally decide to do it.

Slowly pushing the door open, you peek in.

"Brother?" Al's voice chimes.

You jump back, pushing the door open farther. "Al! You're awake!"

Al looks at you. "Yeah, I've been awake since yesterday afternoon. Didn't Ed tell you?"

You stare oddly back at Al. "Didn't Ed tell you about me?"

You close the door behind your and limp to the side of Al's bed. Al's brown eyes trail your steps and his gaze travels up and down your body, pausing at each place where you had bandages.

"Did something... Happen?"

You frown. "Yeah... I got into a fight..."

Al blinks at you, and you chuckle. "I'm fine though. It's okay. The thing is, are you okay? Can you sit up?"

Al smiles at you brightly, making your heart melt. You offer him a hand and pull him up to a sitting position. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?" You joke.

Al laughs. "Yeah. Maybe."

Al's caramel-colored hair was messed up, and his brown eyes were soft. He looked stiff from the lack of movement. His legs were covered by the blanket, so you couldn't see them.

"Al, are you sure you're okay? Like, is your leg fine?"

"...Yeah, of course. My shoulders hurt, though, from lying on them for too long."

You reach out to straighten his hair. "Your hair is messed up, too."

Al blushes at your touch but you pretend not to notice. "Here, let me redo your ponytail."

"No, no! It's okay, I can do it by-"

"Didn't you say your shoulders hurt? That's not gonna work out." You grin at Al's flustered face. Al gives in, and he turns around slightly, allowing you access to his caramel hair. You sit on his bed and pull out the loose rubber band, lightly combing through his thin hair with your fingers. You pull his hair up and run your fingers through your hair to smooth out the bumps. Finally, you tie his rubber band back on and finish.

"There, done!" You spin Al around to at his face. His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed with red. "Actually, not done yet."

You pat down Al's bangs and smooth them out.

The door opens and Ed walks in. "Why are you so lou-"

You turn around to see Ed in his black tank-top, boxer shorts, and hair down. His eyes were flicking from your figure to your outstretched hands and Al's blushing face. He pushes his lips together.

You attempt a smile, slowly withdrawing your hands from Al's bangs. "Sorry, Ed, did we wake you up? I shouldn't have been that loud."

Ed doesn't reply, just stares at you. You stare back, the atmosphere suddenly becoming awkward.

"Ummm..." You say, trying to stop the awkward silence. "Do you want me to... Tell you about yesterday now?"

Ed finally unfreezes and walks towards you. He takes a seat on Al's bed, facing you. "Y-yeah, tell me now."

You smile, twirling your finger in a gesture. "Turn around first."

Ed gives you a confused look and slowly turns his back to you. You reach your hands out and gently gather his hair. He jumps and tries to pull forwards, but you tighten your grip, holding him back.

"(Y/N)! W-what are you doing!?"

You giggle and pull him back. "Let me do your hair."

You do the same thing you did for Al, and using the extra rubber-band you didn't use for your own ponytail, you tie his hair up. "Now we all have ponytails!"

You smile and turn Ed around by his shoulders. His face was as red as Al's earlier face, and his golden eyes were wide.

You become serious. "Okay guys, time to tell you."

Hehe a little bit of flirting but I hope that's okay with you. I got lazy and wrote a short chapter so sowwy :/ anyways, if you enjoyed this chapter, be sure to vote, comment, share, and most importantly, enjoy!

~Sky-chan

Word count: 1090 words

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