I wrote this for a yaoi club on DeviantArt, and decided to share it all with you. I got the idea when my teacher showed about ten minutes of Conqueror of Shambala in our history class, but lost it in the mountain of files only to have it resurface later.
I ran down the streets, looking for a familiar face. The Jewish were running about the streets and tearing down Nazi propaganda posters and singing hymns with each other. Some people were completely off tune while others were on a whole new verse, some even singing a completely different song. But they didn't care. They were just glad that their suffering was over. The war was done with, and even though Germany was near bankrupt, they shouted and hollered their praises to God.
I didn't bother with it. I was intent on finding the person who meant the most to me. The night that we were separated was forever embedded into my mind. It had been over three years ago, and even though I manged to survive the camps and the suffering, I might not be able to find him.
A young girl with brown hair and a muddy face ran over to me and gave me a small flower, kissing my cheek when I bent down to accept it.
"Wir leben! Wir sind frei! Wir sind lebendig!" she chanted. "We live! We are free! We are alive!" She began to sing to herself as she skipped down the streets. Her mother ran after her and held her hand so they would not be separated form each other again.
"בואו שמו השבח ומקודש ... " Someone beside me murmured a prayer. "Let his name be praised and sanctified..."
Even with the celebrations and singing and good times around me, something still felt hollow to me. I could smile, but I didn't mean it. I wasn't ready to give up hope on the one person who meant everything in the world to me. I accepted a flower from another girl and continued my search. People were huddled around the churches, praying and singing and crying. Some were burying their dead while others were thanking God to be alive. One woman who had sheltered me was crying over two young boys whom she must have known. I felt a small hope and moved on.
There was a flash of gold that passed in front of me. It was a few feet ahead. A long, thick strand of blonde danced from left to right, taunting me to follow. The owner of such gold was looking from side to side as if in search of something. I didn't bother to think of the embarrassment that would ensue later on.
I ran forward, my weak legs gaining some sort of inhuman strength as I plowed through the crowd of people in front of me. No one yelled, kicked, or screamed. They all knew that people running in the streets were going to meet their loved ones. I felt tears of relief flow from my eyes. I lost the flowers during the run.
"Edward!" I screeched, my heart soaring when the owner turned towards me quickly, a surprised look on his face as I locked my arms around his neck. He almost fell over, but managed to catch himself. I sobbed into his chest, telling him that I was so happy to find him. I felt his arms around my back, pulling me close. He cried too.
"Thank God!" he said, burying his nose into my hair. "Thank God... I was so worried..." His grip almost hurt, but it was comforting. He was skinnier than when we last saw each other, and he was covered in scrapes and cuts, but my mind didn't linger on that thought. All that really mattered to me was the fact that I was able to hold my brother again.
He pulled away and kissed me flat on the mouth, despite the ruckus in the street. I didn't care if anyone was looking our way either. I pushed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. The war was over, we were free, and I could finally live together with my brother, my lover, and my other half.