No Ordinary Day
Al bent down to admire the cluster of lilies growing parallel to the river bank. This is the place that, many times before, he sought as a safe haven after he and Ed got into a fight. He gave a big sigh and picked some of the lilies. It had been three days since Ed had been missing and during that time Al was trying to find a way to cope with his absence. Sometimes Al would train vigorously to pass the time by while he pondered about Ed's disappearance. He remembered the last time he saw him, like as if it were yesterday…
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"Hey, Al, hand me an apple, would ya?" Al picked up an apple from the basket on the table and tossed it. Ed snatched it with one hand and took a nice-sized bite out while leaning back in his chair.
"Man, I miss doing this all day; lying around, eating as much food as we want, couldn't ask for more," said Ed, who wore a rather content look on his face.
The Elric brothers were on a vacation, if you will, in their hometown Resembool. They decided to stay with the Rockbell's during this time off, since they had no where else to stay, after all. It was sundown on that day, and when Ed finished his apple him and Al went out by the house and sat under a giant oak tree. Both boy stretched out their limbs and placed their arms behind their heads in a leisurely posture. Ed gazed up and the spectrum of colors before him. Red, orange, pink, purple, a hint of blue, it reminded the both of them of the days the held most dear.
"It's was such a nice day today, why can't every day be like this?" said Al in a meek voice, continuing his gaze on the sky.
"Yea, I wish," Ed replied with a sarcastic tone, "If every day were like this, it would be a dream come true, I wouldn't have to deal with Colonel Sarcasm tracking my every move."
"Brother, you know he doesn't do it to make you mad-"
"Yea, right, I doubt that." Ed's face became tenser the more he thought about Mustang. They continued to lye under the oak tree for a good few hours until the sun finally set. Ed fell asleep against the trunk of the tree; Al was still wide awake. He couldn't help but think about what had happened long ago when they still lived there. But it was enough thinking for the day; it was time to get some rest. Al lifted up Ed and cradled him in his arms like a baby. He tip-toed in the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, so as to not wake the others. Al gently placed his brother on the bed next to his, after which he crawled into his own bed.
"Good night, brother," said Al. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander off to a better, more relaxing place. But his relaxation didn't last for long. The next morning he awoke on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling and half-shut, letting out a big yawn. Al tilted his head to the side to wish his brother a good morning.
"Good morning, br-…brother?" Next to him was an empty bed with tangled sheet, and something else. There was a trail of blood that ran from the mattress to the floor and out into the hallway. It continued though the house, down the stairs, into the kitchen, and stopped outside only inches away from the porch. Al's mind was cluttered with thoughts of a gruesome kidnapping, and a possible murder. It was too much to assume as of right then, maybe he got sick? Still, a trail of blood looked incredibly suspicious if it was merely an illness. At that point, Al's only thought was to find out where his brother was, or even, if he was still alive.
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