Summary: Alphonse muses on what the public know about his brother.. and what they don't.
Edward Elric. The FullMetal Alchemist, the Hero of the People. The selfless, courageous teenager. The one who would die before his younger brother. The one with his mind set in saving. The image he built with lies, stacked upon lies.
Teacher did not know.
Mustang did not know.
Mother did not live long enough to see what had become of her favorite child.
But I knew.
Because I was there, I am, and will always be there.
I'm a cover.
It was one of our usual disagreements.
He would say, "we need your body back, Al."
"Your arms and legs first brother," I would reply.
And he'd say, "That would just be a bonus."
And silence.
He wasn't always like this.
Images of him flashes in my mind. Large, golden eyes even wider with awe as he said my name, starstruck at how much I had grown. Mother and me and him, and our happy home, studying, talking, laughing.
Was he?
The routine went on, and now that it makes perfect sense I think back, dumbstruck at my stupidity at how I had not figured it out sooner. Then I realize,
He's a perfect actor.
I gape at how I would just ignorant I was before. Just a bonus, he says. But now, now that I know, I can't possibly forget it, ignore it.
It was one of our usual disagreements.
He would say, "we need your body back, Al."
"Your arms and legs first brother," I would reply.
And he'd wince, get a stunned look on his face and I'd pretend I hadn't noticed, and he'd say , "That would just be a bonus."
And silence.
But you can't fool me with that now, brother.
Because now, when you say we need my body back, that you're getting your limbs back, 'as a bonus', I know, that you truly want it the other way around.
Hahaha! I love dark!Ed! who doesn't? X3
If you know fics where Ed has some sort of dark, twisted nature, (and preferably sadistic but it's okay without) can you please tell me? Cause I'd wob to read it. 3
So, anyways, peace out!
