That woman he brought home with him. Always giving Alphons the look, the eyes. It drove Edward crazy. He couldnt believe that hed let such a girl into their home, a girl who would move in on what was most definitely his. He wanted her gone, but tried to keep his cool for as long as he could. It was alright. As soon as he could find a good excuse for her to move out, she would be out and his problems with having someone between he and his blonde German friend (who had a really nice butt, by the way) would be over. So he endured each day when hed come out and see her making breakfast and looking back at Alphons. And that boy would be looking right back, the little smile on his face dancing into a huge grin and his eyes sparkling with some kind of mischievous thoughts.
It was one day, when Ed and Alphons were off to work, that Ed completely snapped. She had the nerve to walk up, and softly plant her lips on Alphons cheek.
Thank you for helping me with dinner last night, she said in her soft, high-pitched voice (he could sense some sort of seductive tone in it too!).
Alphons laughed, face red. His face was red.
That wasnt acceptable.
That night, Edward decided to help himself and his lovely Alphons by taking care of the problem. He walked into the guest room where the girl lay and clutched the handle of the knife that was in his hand. He was about to plunge it into her, when he heard a voice behind him.
He looked back at the shocked and frightened Alphons Heidrich.
What are you going to do to her?
She started to stir and Ed grabbed Alphons by the suspender, pulling him over and kissing him deeply. The boy seemed surprised, but ended up kissing him back. She got up and gasped, and Ed swung his arm, the knife slitting right through her face. As blood spattered onto the two blondes, Ed pulled back and continued slashing and cutting. Alphons stood by, watching in awe.
After disposing of the body and cleaning up, the boys were rather messy. Alphons had a pout on his face as he headed toward his bedroom. When it all came down to it, hed thought Noah a petty burden anyway, so the killing had only bothered him at first.
Edward came up behind him, pressing his hand to the square of the boys back with a smirk. He pushed him toward the kitchen to wash off the bloody knife that was still clutched in his hand.
we must look horrible, Alphons sighed, This was my favourite shirt, too
Edward glanced at him, the smirk getting bigger.
You look great to me, babe.