Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

chapter 1

[November 14, 1917]

"(Y/N), get out here, you lazy bum."

You sigh and stand up. "What now?"

The store manager you worked for glare at you and scowl. In the two months after you escaped the police, everyone regarded you as an outcast, since after investigating your case, the police couldn't find out anything about you. You were both frustrated and relieved, as you really wanted to know about your past, but also felt as if it was something even the police shouldn't know.

Not only because of that, but people also loved and hated you for your mysterious alchemical powers. People have begun to call you "The Metal Alchemist," which annoyed you. A rumor says that your powers come from your automail arm, which isn't at all true. Word about you travelled far and wide, and many people came to this city just to see you in person, which also annoyed you.

Your automail arm also set you aside from the rest. The technology concerned with your left arm was far beyond what was known, and scientists came from all corners of the world to come check your arm out. This annoyed you as well.

"Hey, you listening?" Your boss slaps your arm. You snap your gaze towards him and resist the urge to slap him in the face.

"Yeah, what?" You scoff.

"This gentleman," the man steps aside to reveal a bulky looking, muscled man, "is here to challenge your fighting powers."

Oh, right. You were also known for defeating even the best fighters with your powers (which people didn't consider cheating), so many people came to fight you. You fight in a special way, people would say. Even a stand that said "Come fight the Metal Alchemist Today!" was set up, which annoyed you the most.

You slump down and pull your dirty glove over your automail hand. "Fine, fine. Let's get this over with."

You were led to open grounds, where a crowd was beginning to gather. With your most nonchalant face, you scan the crowd. On the opposite side of the ground stood the man who had challenged you. Your manager steps to the middle, causing the crowd to fall silent. Your eyes catch the eyes of a boy about your age, gazing at you in wonder. His dirty-blond hair and ponytail made you do a double take. This was one of the boys you saw two months ago on the day of your escape!

You look away, back to your opponent and sigh. "What's the point of this?" You say to yourself. "You'll get defeated anyways."

Your boss opens his mouth. "Welcome everyone to the 32nd fight of the Metal Alchemist! So far, no one has been able to defeat her! How embarrassing! Today, we have another challenger, Todd Filtry, here today!"

The crowd cheers, making you roll your eyes. You examine Todd, noticing that despite his heavy arms, his legs weren't as muscly or bulky.

"On the other side, we have (Y/N) (L/N), the Metal Alchemist! Remember, she plays by the rule: she cannot use her powers until her own blood is drawn!"

The crowd cheers as well, louder though. You flash a grin towards the crowd, making everyone scream. Despite your metal arm and greasy hands, you were quite good-looking and pretty. (H/C) pulled back into a ponytail, a (F/C) tank-top and (Color-matching-your-favorite-color) short shorts, boys tended to drool over you.

"-start now! Ready, set, fight!!" Your manager runs from the grounds joining the front of the crowd, who mumbled at him.

You lunge forwards and sprint for the man across from you, shutting everything but your opponent and you out. You skid behind him before he could react and kick him in his right knee, hard. He screeches and falls forwards, twisting around. His arms swing towards you, but you quickly crouch down and dodge. At the same time, you skitter to the front of his body and aim a punch at his stomach. The man moves aside.