Edward Elric was still young. He was young and strong. He'd yet to find the stone, and he'd lost his brother long before. Al's seal had been destroyed before they could even consider bringing themselves to commit the atrocities that were necessary to make the Philosopher's Stone. Ed had been destroyed over the sudden loss. He'd expected Alphonse to outlive him for quite a few reasons.
Al was younger than him, and better defended. Al was the one that thought before throwing himself into dangerous situations. Al had only one real weakness, and it was a hassle for most people to even find it, since the knowledge itself was actually known to only the better alchemists. Regular citizens and bandits wouldn't have a clue. Al was no longer made of flesh and bone. It meant that it was really, really hard to break the body that he'd been placed in. The only thing most people had to worry about was hurting his feelings. Even bullets ricocheted off of him.
And yet, he was gone. The soul itself had been sent into the Gate. There was no longer a way for Ed to get him back.
And Edward Elric had never felt so alone.
"Bastard." he declared to the crisp air. It was early in the morning, and he could feel the chill deep in his chest as he inhaled.
He was at the cemetery again. It was the same one that housed the remains of Trisha Elric in Resembool. He no longer had a body to put into the grave, so he'd placed the armor in there. Alone. He hadn't even returned to Central, yet. He'd gone straight home, bringing back the carefully packaged pieces of armor back with him. He hadn't told Winry, or even Grandma Pinako that he'd come back. Instead, he'd gone to the cemetery with the armor. There, he'd dug a grave for his little brother. It was six feet deep. He'd dug it by hand, and had made sure to make an incline so he could get out as well. Then, he'd unwrapped the pieces of armor and had placed them in the large hole, arranging them so that it looked as if the armor was whole.
He hadn't cried the whole time. When he placed the torso, though, he caught a glimpse of where his blood seal had once been. He'd choked, then, before quickly putting it down. When he'd finished, he'd used alchemy to cover the armor, the remains of Alphonse Elric, now placed next to Trisha Elric.
Now, with dirt caked on his clothes and nails, and with damp clods of it in his hair, he knelt over the grave and spoke again.
"Bastard." he choked out, his feigned appearance of strength starting to diminish. "Why'd you go and get in his way like that? I could've taken the damned blow. I could've just gotten another automail arm. But now, you're gone. Dammit, Al! you bastard!"
And with that, he lost it, crying in a heap between the graves of the only two people in the world he considered family.
AN: Remember? He doesn't think of Hohenheim as family at all. If anything, he wants to beat the crap out of his "Dad". And to be honest, I have no idea where this even came from. Usually I'd have at least an outline or something, but I've got zilch. So now, I'm pretty much going off the top of my head. Gah. Reviews and ideas will be much appreciated!
