Teasers and Takers

Summary: Sex, Incest, death, rape and a man who could twist the world in the palm of his hand while holding down the devil with his foot. Al never wanted any of it but here he was in the mist of everything.

A/N: With the help of the wonderful miss zeldawolf2000, I can start editing these chapters! Hopefully you'll get a real update Sunday (hopefully).

Warnings:Incest, Slash, Dark, mentions of rape and murder, pedophilia.

Note: I'll be posting chapters on my AO3 account under Miss_Lala as I repost here, this is the edited version.

Chapter 1: Al Elric?

*17 Years prior*

"Dead?" Hohenheim asked devoid of emotion.

"Y-yes both died in child birth. F-forgive me sir I truly tried." The maid stuttered through tears.

"I understand . . . pack my and Ed's things I am moving him to our country house . . ." He said standing up. He had become noticeably pail.

"After the Lady's s-service?" The maid asked shivering.

"There will be no service . . . have them cremated and sent there."

"B-but my lord!" She began flustered.

He stared at her with blank eyes. "She had no one but me and Ed. I will not but my two year old son through a funeral so young, what will you have me tell him when he sees her and little Alphonse in their coffins? No their will be no service." He walked out of the room as the maid fell to her kneels wailing for the death of her mistress.

He walked into the one where his wife lay. A blanket covered the small body in her arms. He knelt next to her and gently took her limp body into his arms. Tears came then they rushed out at the sight of the two lost lives in his arms. That was the last night Hohenheim ever cried.

*Outside*

A wail broke the silence of the night and the man held the child even closer to his chest as the chilly breeze froze his skin as if the coat wasn't there at all.

"Shhh child. Little Alphonse, quiet now they can't find you." He cooed as he ran stealthy through the Elric property.

The wailing stopped as if he understood. The man looked down into the child's big grey eyes and his heart melt for the second time that day.

"You are lucky you have such beautiful eyes, they saved your life you know." He frowned a little in thought before he whispered to the child. "They told me to kill you, I was suppose take you after she replaced you with a dead infant and bring you to Father, that cruel man. It is nothing but a death sentence, worse. If he looks into those beautiful eyes of yours you will be in for much worse. I couldn't let him kill you even though I have killed many women and children. You should thank those eyes you know I am normally so much colder."

He hailed a carriage and slipped inside, the infant still in his arms. He whispered his destination to the driver and it wasn't long till they were there, he told the driver to wait as he got out and walked to the modest looking place. He left the child on the staircase and rang the bell. Looking down at the infant he smiled.

"One more sin, this one to keep you safe." He quickly scrawled down something on a piece of paper and laying it on the child before making his way back to the carriage.

He got in a told the man of another designation. Not long after two shots were heard the frantic noises of terrified horses. Alphonse's wails broke the silence once again as if he'd know what had transpired.

The door opened and an aged lady stepped out, her eyes settled on the wailing babe and she quickly picked him up and cooed him until his wailing quieted. Seeing the paper she lifted it and squinted at it through her glasses.

"Al? What a simple name yet it seems to fit you perfectly. Now Al let us see in we can find you somewhere to sleep." She told the now sleeping infant gently as she walked in and closed the door behind her.

*Some place dark*

"Where is the child?" The older blond man hissed.

"I-I do not know! Constantine was in charge of him!" The women cried as she held her bruised cheek from her place on the floor.

"And, prey tell, where is Constantine, Rema dear?" He asked his face shifting into a cruel smile.

"I-I don't know! For the love of god I do not know!" She sobbed as he knelt on the floor near her.

"Tut, tut, tut. You not only fail me but call on god as if he'd even look at filth like you! You will be punished whore!" He hissed before he slapped her again.

"And you will be!" He whispered as he tore at her clothes.

"No!" she screamed. "No!"

And she screamed long into the night before hours later she was silenced with the crack of a gunshot.

*(Present Time) Sunny Day Orphanage*

"Al! Can you run and get Osirus? There are people to see him."

"Yes!" Al replied gleefully as he ran to locate his friend. He hoped with all his heart that Osirus would finally get adopted. Osirus had almost been here as long as he had and deserved a family. Al would miss him greatly but as long as Osirus was happy so was he.

"Osa!" Al called. "Osa!"

Suddenly a red headed youth poked his head out of a room. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and glared at Al. "What? Idiot not everyone likes to be awake before seven you know."

Al sent him a mock glare before a wide smile spread over his face. "Hurry up Osa! There are people to see you! Hurry and try to look presentable!"

Osirus snorted but allowed himself to be dragged inside by Al. Al quickly threw clothes at him and brushed threw the long tangles of red hair. Causing Osirus to flinch more than once. As soon as Al considered Osirus to be presentable he dragged him outside and down the flight of stairs, stopping at the head of it when they spied standing next to a blond couple and a girl that seemed about their age.

"Mr. and Mrs. Rockbell this is Al and Osirus."

Al nudged Osirus when he didn't automatically introduce himself. Osirus nearly jumped and blushed tearing his gaze from the blond girl. Al snickered, someone had a crush.

"Hello I'm Osirus and this is Al." He bowed quickly and Al followed suit after giving them a mirth filled smile.

The couple seemed interested in Al and talked to him as much as they talked to Osirus. Al had that effect on people apparently and if it wasn't for all the rumors and suspicions that followed his arrival he would have been adopted long ago. Al knew of the rumors and such and had grown accustomed to the idea that he would never be adopted. It didn't sadden him that much though; he liked the orphanage and was a sweet old lady. He had made it his mission to make it so all the kids got adopted. It saddened him to see them go but pride also filled him. He had never met a bad kid at the orphanage and knew that they all deserved a good home. He had done rather well. There had been twenty three kids living at the orphanage and after Al decided to get them adopted those numbers dropped drastically. There were only five kids left including him. They are: Osirus, Cookie, Lizzie, and Sprint.

Osirus, his oldest friend, had arrived at the orphanage when he was five. His parents had died in a fire and he had no other realities. Al had befriended Osirus being that they were the only two near in age. Osirus is fifteen and Al seventeen. They became friends easily, though with Osirus's sarcastic attitude and rude manor you'd never know it. Osirus was a shy and skittish boy at heart and had grown attached to Al after Al had given him his pudding when his own had dropped to the ground. Al had started to call him Osa then and was the only one allowed to call him that.

Cookie was nicked named Cookie because he loved cookies obviously. None of them could remember the young boy's real name after years of calling him that. Cookie's like of cookies soon became an obsession and he was rather possessive with his stash. His chocolate colored hair was raggedy and unruly as if it was never brushed, though Al brushed it every day. His tanned face always decorated with crumbs and was usually adorned with a blank or scowling look, if you tried to near his cookies. Though for some unfeasible reason the boy never gained any weight as his small frame showed. Cookie is eight and had been in the orphanage for half of his life. He had been found living in the streets, scavenging in the garbage like a sewer rat and had been brought in kicking and screaming.

Lizzie was a reclusive person who mostly knelt by the window and stared at this or that. At the six years that the girl had been here nobody had heard her speak a word, not even when Al tried to coax some words out of her. She was the eldest in the group next to Al but looked to be much older than her sixteen years. She rarely chose to look someone straight in the eye and when she did it usually made that person want to hide in a corner and shudder. Such sadness could always be seen in her pale blue eyes. Her hair was cut very short like a boy's and when ever somebody would ask her why she cut it this way she would glare at them. No one knew her history but it looked to be a very tragic one after all Al had seen a small painting of her with her mother. Lizzie's hair had been waist length and a wide smile adorned her face as her mother held her winking at the painter. Her mother looked to be a loving and lively woman and in that painting her hair had been cut in the same fashion as Lizzie's. Al never spoke about or showed anyone that picture.

Sprint was the youngest of the group. He was six and had been in the orphanage for only two years. He loved to run and was rather fast, thus the nickname sprint. Rowdy and always getting his caramel colored hair intertwined with dirt. He had a positive demeanor and was always shouting and laughing, his lavender colored eyes shining with mischief. Though Al saw past that happy-go-lucky mask and held the small boy when he cried in his sleep. He never spoke of it, and saw the boy as a little brother.

They were the toughest to get adopted because of their troubled pasts. Al hoped that Osa would get adopted and then he could work on the others. Sprint would be the next one, after Al got him to talk about his past and try to heal any of the damage, Sprint would easily be adopted.

It started to get late and the Rockbells left saying that they would come back tomorrow with an answer. Al snickered when he saw the look of longing on Osa's face when Winry left. It was obvious that Osa had a crush on her and by the blush on her face; Al would guess that Winry liked him too.

After they left Al followed a nervously twitching Osa back into his room. Osa sat down on the bed and Al sat next to him and they elapsed into a comfortable silence. Until, of course, a certain caramel haired lavender eyed boy ran into the open door with energy that made Al tired just looking at him.

"Alllll! Is Osi (What Sprint nick named Osirus, Osirus ignores him.) getting adopted?" The young ball of energy shouted. Al had to keep from smiling. It was rather obvious that the boy didn't know whether to be happy, sad, depressed, or excited about this sudden development.

"I hope so; I think the family is really considering it. They seem like nice people I think Osa would make a wonderful addition to their family."

Osa snorts from his seat beside Al, though Al could see the pink tint in his cheeks and the hope in his eyes.

*Rockbell mansion*

Winry all but hummed as she ran into the mansion, she skipped up the grand staircase with a slight blush on her cheeks. That boy, that red haired boy was all she could think about. He was just so cute! He might look tough but he had been so shy when her parents had talked to him and every time she looked at him he would blush. SOOO CUTE!

Not paying attention to her surroundings Winry accidentally banged into a painting on the wall, it fell with a deafen crack in the previously silent hallway. She gasped and hurried to pick it up. She paled when she saw the painting, it was of the Elrics. Her parents most prized possession. They would kill her! She lifted it and the fame fell off. The painting slid out of place and she glimpsed something underneath it, tenderly removing the painting she gasped. Another painting rested underneath and it looked just like that smiling blond boy from the orphanage.

There were differences of course, this boy's face was more defined and his eyes were gold. He also looked rather serious and didn't seem to be capable to smile. He looked exactly like the blond- . . . Al?-and completely different at the same time. Winry could not imagine the blonde boy without a smile on his face.

"Darling what was that sound?"

Winry whirled around at the concerned voice of her mother, the broken painting still in her hands. Her mother's eyes widened at the site of the painting.

"Winry!" She cried as she snatched the painting from her hands. "You are a terrible klutz! You could have damaged the painting!"

Winry watched as her mother inspected the painting for damages and finding none sighed.

"Mother that boy looks almost exactly like Al!"

Her mother's head jerked up in confusion, "Who?"

Winry gestured impatiently to the painting beneath the one she had inspected. Her mother glanced at it as if she'd never seen it before. She gasped placing her hands at her mouth and Winry watched the paintings fall to the floor.

"I thought that boy looked familiar . . . but it couldn't be that child died ages ago . . . perhaps he fostered a bastard child?" Winry listened as her mother whispered to herself hysterically.

"Honey? What was that racket?" Her father asked climbing up the staircase. His eyes fell to the paintings on the ground and he froze when his eyes fell to the picture of the young Hohenheim - or so he presumed it to be him - and looked up to meet the glance of his wife. He face had gotten rather pail.

"Is it . .?" He asked softly.

"I don't know! He could have had a child by another woman in his grief!" Her mother replied as she all but hyperventilated.

"The ages match . . ." He whispered as he gazed off somewhere most likely a memory.

"there are many who look older or younger then they seem! The child is probably a bastard! There is no other way that other child died!" She screeched hysterically.

"We never saw the body, how are you so sure, children are kidnapped all the time! The Elrics are rich it would make sense!" He shouted back.

"Then why is he in an orphanage! Why not ransomed or killed?" She yelled back nearly sobbing.

"I don't know . . .!"

"Stolen or not, bastard or not he is an Elric! He looks a bit too much like him not to be his child and with that said will you to stop bickering and start thinking of a way to inform him! I think he would like . . . have the right to know that he has a child or a nephew or something!" Winry yelled affectively silencing her parents. They stared at her and their faces cleared.

"Of course thank you daughter," Her father said a slight smile on his face. "Now how are we going to inform him? A letter will take weeks! And there is the chance that it could get lost or gods forbid stolen, this type of knowledge would be dangerous in the wrong hands."

"Yes not only to the young boy but to all that know about him . . ." Her mother trailed off looking frightened.

Winry's eyes suddenly lit up. "Edward!"

Her parents looked at her confused and a little shocked by her outburst.

"Remember that there is that party that every noble family attends? You know the Winter get-together? won't attend but Edward will he has never missed one of the social gatherings yet!" She cried her face braking into a large grin.

Understanding dawned in their eyes and they too smiled.

"And it is in two days so he is mostly likely already here . . ." Her mother trailed off grinning.

"I will start asking around to see where he is staying, after all our family has always been rather close to the Elrics it won't seem as if any thing's a miss if we visit him." Her father said as he made a dashed down the stairs, her mother following leaving Winry with the paintings. She sighed, why is it that it always felt like she was the eldest in the family?