This story begins soon after the movie. So, if you haven't seen the movie, do not read this. It may contain some spoilers from the anime and from the movie, so all who have not yet finished the anime and watched the movie MAY NOT READ!
Chapter One: SaturdayA heavy sigh escaped the eighteen-year-old's lips as he walked down the stair towards the kitchen. He shuffled into the dining room, and then entered the kitchen. His auburn eyes were partially open, and his golden hair hung over his face, but flowed down past his shoulders. He yawned, and looked at his younger brother, who was already dressed and cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Nii-san!" He said cheerfully, a smile unraveling across his face.
The elder blinked. "I still don't get it, Al. how the heck do you get up so early? Especially on a Saturday!" Al already had his white, button-up shirt on, and a green vest on top. His sleeves were rolled up, and his pants were neatly pressed. "Well, I'm a morning person, Brother. I couldn't stand sleeping all day like you do."
"All day? But it's only ten o'clock. Yes, I realize you were up four hours ago." Alphonse laughed. "Alright, breakfast is almost ready." Turning around, the short male then walked back up the stairs. Returning, Edward also had a button-up white long-sleeved shirt on, but a beige vest on top. His golden hair was brushed and pulled back. He still looked tired, but he always looked that way in the morning. He entered the dining room, which had three plates set up on the chocolate table. A young woman already sat at the table, her russet skin was shining in morning sunlight, and her hair, which was the color of an oak tree, was neatly brushed as in hung to her mid back. Edward looked at her, and then glanced away. He hadn't ever really been able to easily talk to her…since that day…
Walking over to the table, the sandy brown haired boy walked over to the rounded table with a pan in hand. He slipped some food into each of the plates and returned to the kitchen. Edward calmly sat down, looking at the yellow, oddly shaped pieces of food. An aroma lifted up off them, therefore making his interpretation of what they tasted like change. Alphonse walked to the table, once again, and sat down. His coffee eyes had a happy look in them, in turn made Ed smile. Seeing your younger brother happy like that did that to you when he had been through so many things. Death, pain, suffering… Although nothing was any longer wrong with his brother, he still felt guilt for putting his sibling through all that…
"Okay, let's eat!" Al exclaimed happily, picking up his fork. Ed's right hand moved towards the utensil, then he wrapped his fingers around it. Putting it in the correct position, he stuck it into the yellow piece of food that was on his plate. He wearily put it into his mouth, but his expression changed quickly. "This is good, Al."
"Why thank you." Al said, a bit of excitement in his voice at his brother's liking. Without thinking, Edward picked up the glass by his plate. "Broth-" A began, but it was too late. The white liquid had already entered his mouth. And so, their 'wonderful' Saturday began.