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Title: Something Beautiful
Author: [livejournal.com profile] pandoraculpa
Word Count: 677
Rating: PG
Characters: Tucker, cameo by Ed
Summary: He wanted to make something beautiful.
Warnings: Spoilers for manga chapter 6 and original anime episode 7- but if you haven't read/seen those already, one wonders why you're reading fanfic in the first place. ;)
A/N: I wasn't hugely satisfied with this, seeing as how it was mostly an exercise to blow off the end-of-story jitters I'm experiencing on another project, but it seems that other people were. First place for [livejournal.com profile] fma_fic_contest's Chimera prompt! Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] truths_in_lies for the read-over.



banner by [livejournal.com profile] darkblysse



It really was beautiful. The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Not easy, of course, but nothing worth doing ever was. And it was right, to work so hard to create something so wondrous. Fitting. He didn't mind the hard work, the late nights, eyes burning from staring at tiny lines and words in decaying texts. It was worth it all, in the end.



Flash melting into flesh, separate skins grafting together and forming not a patchwork, but a whole; complete and new and beautiful.

There were failures along the way, oh yes, but successes as well. The things that shrieked and gibbered and died taught him as well as the things that lived and, after their own fashion, prospered. All is knowledge, and he sought after those lessons with greedy hunger, to make beautiful things, things that all would look upon and desire. Things that he could say, unequivocally, were his.

Blood flowing to blood, bone knitting to bone. Tissue and hair and teeth.

Simple things, at first. Simple creatures begetting other simple creatures; useless, but they taught him the way. Then more complicated things, more disparate things, challenging himself and his art and still he learned. Soon he could use large beasts, creating dazzling complex combinations, but still he was not satisfied. There had to be more. Better. He wanted something special.

The product is nothing more than the sum of its parts. To make something beautiful, he had to use something beautiful.

So he did.

And the result, ah!, it was glorious! Deftly woven, perfectly joined; it was a masterpiece. It was magnificent, the culmination of all his dreams and aspirations, worthy of the praise it rightly accrued. He basked in its splendor, more proud of this achievement than anything else he had done his entire life. This is what he was meant to do! To create things of beauty and wonder, more remarkable than anything else alive. His heart soared.

But his masterwork languished, and died.

And he was left somewhat disgraced.

There was a flaw in his design, there had to be, it was the only reasonable explanation that he could see for his failure. Such a wonderful creation; it shouldn't have died. He spent longer hours in his labs, studied and postulated, experimented...

But his patrons frowned, unimpressed. What is the use? they asked him, mouths twisting, and he wanted to shout at them, you don't understand! Use- what use? The thing itself is the purpose! The advance of science, the art! Isn't it incredible? Isn't it divine?

Blood and bone; hair and hide. What did he have, that could impress upon them how incredible his art truly was? How could he show them that all he wanted, all he had ever wanted, was to make something truly beautiful?

Time pressed upon him. Flesh and sinew, organs twining. The loss of his lab, his last chance, loomed. It had to be done, it had to be now. They were watching him, he could feel their eyes, their spies. It had to be now; he had no more time.

Something beautiful...



It surpassed his first work, a fact that both surprised and gratified him, and it was perfect. It was whole and complete, and indisputably his own. And it was beautiful. He knew it would have to be, from its elements, but it was so immeasurably lovely that tears overfilled his eyes, ran down his cheeks. So beautiful. How could anyone deny his work now?

The other alchemist, the one planted by the Colonel, arrived and with pride he showed him his creation. Look, he wanted to crow, see what I have done. He hadn't failed, like the rash, genius boy- he had surpassed, flown clear above all others in this work, he stood at the right hand of god and his creation was beautiful...

Gold eyes, hard and implacable, stared at him in horror. “What happened to Nina and Alexander?”

And the crushing realization- he doesn't understand, he doesn't see...

“I hate perceptive brats like you,” Shou Tucker sighed.

Date: 2009-04-14 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seyss.livejournal.com
Yessss. I always felt like I needed some kind of closure on the whole Tucker affair and, well, this is it! Someone needed to get inside the guy's mind because it must be scary, and twisted, and good in there :)

Also, I was wondering where you'd gone!

Date: 2009-04-14 05:44 pm (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- blue and gold)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
Sad thing is, I don't see the inside of Tucker's head as being scary (not like Kimblee, ye gods!) so much as I see it confused. He really thinks he's doing wonderful things, and doesn't have the distance or moral compass to understand how horrific his experiments are. At least, that's my read on him. Glad you liked it, thanks a bunch!

(and I've been sick. And busy with RL as well, unfortunately. Don't tend to post much when I'm being boring like that. ;P )

Date: 2009-04-14 05:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seyss.livejournal.com
Ah, it's definitely not scary if you go by his point of view alone. But there's this frightening quality of a mind unable to differentiate right from wrong that really gets to me.

I hope you're feeling better then :)

Date: 2009-04-14 05:56 pm (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- blue and gold)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
Ah, I can see your point. Still, Kimblee scares me more, because he's a LOT more twisted, and he knows and just doesn't care. He's totally fine with being a freak. (I really didn't like writing him- he skeeves me out!) But yeah, Tucker is pretty freaky if only because he can't see what makes him so wrong.

Feeling somewhat better, yeah, thanks. If only I can get my head to start working right... :)

Date: 2009-04-14 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] innocentwolf.livejournal.com
This really gets into Tucker's head, and is so completely disturbing in a subtle way.

Great job, this was amazing. :)

Date: 2009-04-14 05:46 pm (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- blue and gold)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
Tucker's mindset was surprisingly easy to pick up. Still don't like him, but he's interesting inside his head. Glad you enjoyed the story, and thanks for taking time to read! :D

Date: 2009-04-14 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] piss-and-ink.livejournal.com
Definitely disturbing, that guy is totally fucked in the head. But it really does make the Nina/Alexander transmutation thing a lot less... I don't know, random? A lot more meaningful, even if it is totally fucked up and only meaningful to Tucker.

Date: 2009-04-14 06:31 pm (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- blue and gold)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
It was something I had to pick apart because, you know- he never expressed remorse. Never. He honestly couldn't understand why Ed was so pissed off at him for doing it. And I wanted to know how he could possibly justify something like that. It's always interesting to crawl inside an insane person's POV for a while. :) Thanks for reading, m'dear! :D
Edited Date: 2009-04-14 10:41 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-04-15 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-whimsey.livejournal.com
Wow. It's hard to say who's scarier, honestly. Kimblee for his pathological monstrosity, or Tucker for his blood chilling delusions that look so normal to him.

eep. This is spooky. But man, you did gooood with it.

Date: 2009-04-17 12:39 am (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- in rain)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
Tucker wasn't anywhere near as heeby to get into. Kimblee just plain freaked me out with his perversions. Although Tucker... he's not right at all...

But ee, glad it came out good. Honestly, I wasn't really happy with this when I put it up- it all came out in the midst of my RD meltdown, and I just couldn't hack finessing it. So I was really surprised that people reacted to it at all; it still feels jumbled and rough to me. Happy surprise!

(the one I really wanted to show you was actually the one I posted prior to this- the 'rain' prompt. That one, I was really pleased with!)

This prompt comm is pretty fun. Nice to keep my hand in banging out the short stuff too. (although it's nowhere near as fun as our crazy prompt-bootcamp exchanges. Nothing trumps that!) It's certainly a good respite from RD at times. That fic... it just eats my brain so hard. ;)

Thanks, sweetie! Always feels good when you like one of these! :D

Date: 2009-04-15 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lynx212.livejournal.com
This is chilling in a way that made for a damn good read!! KUDOS!

Date: 2009-04-17 12:40 am (UTC)
ext_27574: (FMA- Ed- blue and gold)
From: [identity profile] pandoraculpa.livejournal.com
Aw, thank you dear! I didn't really have high hopes for this when I posted it, so it's been especially gratifying that people like it anyway. Thanks so much! :D

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