Yay my very first fanfic! I'm a huge fan of Fullmetal Alchemist and have been wanting to write a fanfic for a long time. Since this is my first fanfic, constructive criticism and tips are highly appreciated! Also, this chapter doesn't completely follow the story, it's more like an introduction. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Fullmetal Alchemist
It had been storming all day. Rain poured down from the sky at a fast rate, ominous clouds were seen throughout the whole sky, covering the sun, and every now and then a roll of thunder could be heard and a flash of lightning could be seen. Edward Elric was supposed to turn his report of his last mission into Colonel Roy Mustang this morning, but Roy, who seemed to be in a strangely pleasant mood, told Edward not to come to Central Command because of the storm. So instead, Edward and his brother Alphonse Elric headed over to the library to do some reading on the Philosopher's Stone, and had not moved since they arrived.
After a few long hours of reading with very little conversation, Alphonse finally spoke up. "Did you find anything, Brother?"
"No. Nothing at all," Edward responded. "This is getting ridiculous. We've been searching for months and haven't found any positive leads."
Alphonse made a noise that sounded like a sigh. Edward was right, it really was getting ridiculous. They had read almost every book they thought might have a clue to finding the stone, and after months of reading and going on missions with a possible lead, they were no closer to finding the stone than they were a few months before. They were beginning to believe they would never find the stone, and never be able to return to their original bodies.
Edward and Alphonse returned back to their hotel late that evening, neither one saying anything, each too consumed by their own thoughts.
It was Edward who finally broke the silence. "Al?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to get your body back, you know that, right? No matter how long it takes. I won't stop until you're returned to your original body."
"I know. We'll get your's back too, Brother." Edward said nothing. Alphonse knew Edward didn't care about getting his own body back as much as Alphonse's. "Get some sleep. We have to leave early tomorrow for Central to turn your report in."
"Yeah, you're right. Night, Al."
"Goodnight, Brother."
