Disclaimer : Still working on it.
I'm not sure what I'm going to make of this. Futuristic, certainly, but one shot or full length, it speaks of merit if I can draw it out.
This exists somewhere between the Anime and the manga.
OC warnings. Yes, there are multiple ones. No, I'm not telling you what they're role is or who I'm pairing them with, or if I'm going to pair them with anyone at all. They are, however, all supporting characters, meant to aid with the development of the main character, which is Elysia Hughes.
Summary Twelve Years after the death of her father, Elysia Hughes is determined to escape the shadow of his merit.
Full Metal Narcissist
"History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake." — Joseph Campbell
I am living with a ghost.
He doesn't move furniture or turn the lights on and off. He doesn't hide my old toys or books. He doesn't try to scare me or make me miserable.
He's the perfect house guest.
I hate him.
He never has to appear because my mom always sees him when she gets that far-away look in her eyes.
He never has to talk because all his old friends talk for him.
"You have your father's eyes."
"Look at how big you've gotten."
"He always said you had the voice of an angel."
"You've become a lovely young woman."
"He would be so proud . . . ."
He left when I was four. My mother wouldn't tell me why someone dressed him up all nice and put him in a box, or why I couldn't wake him up, or why they put him in the ground. It was several years before I learned that this meant he was dead, and that was several years of hating him for leaving without saying goodbye.
"I want to learn alchemy."
Teacups clicked against porcelain. It was another support of the theory that all adults
shared a collective mind; others were the sigh that escaped them all within seconds of my declaration and the suddenly vacant stares. They were talking to the past again.
"What brought this on, Elysia?" my mother asked, smiling. She was still so beautiful, despite her years and cares, and raising a child by herself. I want to make you happy. Even her smiles were so sad, so tired.
"I want to do something important," I settled on. "Aunt Lucretia is a doctor. Mr. Mustang is a big-shot military type. And the Elric brothers . . . ." I looked at the two blond alchemists, one listening intently, the other contemplating his pie. "Well, I don't know what they do, but I bet they're really good!"
"Maybe it is about time we got an honest job, Al," Edward said, chewing on his fork.
"You could always rejoin the military."
"No, thank you, Roy."
The question was lost quickly to their banter, but it was not forgotten.
"So does this mean you'll take me as an apprentice?"
"No," Alphonse replied, lost in thought for a moment. "It means I'll answer your questions while I'm here, but we can't take care of an apprentice right now. Anyways, Ed will probably just want to emulate our teacher, and that's the last thing you want."
"Come on, Al. A little hardship builds character. We didn't die. Our teacher—"
"—Spent a whole month on Mt. Briggs in the winter with nothing but a knife and the clothes on her back and used it to take down a bear. Somehow, I don't think she's old enough to do that, and where are we going to find a deserted island?!"
At this point in the argument, I knew I was woefully unprepared to face the hardships of becoming an alchemist, and had gotten on my bike and rode off as fast as I could. I would be ready by the next time they visited.
A/N : What? It's a prologue! I'll think about making more later, and I've already got the next few parts written, but the continuity didn't fit right for anything else.
Come on, everyone loves Elysia, and everyone loves destroying teenage angst from the inside. So review, or Roy will go emo again.
