Fullmetal Alchemist and its characters do not being to me. The only things that belong to me are my ideas and original character(s).
The year is 1925.
Life on the other side of the gate has been… well, it's been something else. Walking around and seeing all these familiar faces around Munich, the good AND the bad, has been pretty refreshing and nice, but it really makes me home sick. I'm sure it makes Brother feel the same way. Whether it's Hughes and Gracia or Scar and Lust, it takes me back to the old days of searching for the Philosopher's Stone. All the people we encountered in the past are gone, left behind to never be seen again after the gates were broken… Though their lookalike counterparts, who are so similar to the original, are nice to be around as well. So far we have met people who look like Maes Hughes and his wife Gracia, King Bradley, a few Homunculi, Roy Mustang, Nina… And for some odd reason, I have a sneaking suspicion that Brother has been keeping an eye out for Winry.
Though as of lately, he's been growing closer to Noah, the gypsy girl who lives with us in our apartment. She really is a charming woman once you get passed her (somewhat spooky) power to look into your heart by a simple touch… Aside from that, she's a kind-hearted and attractive woman, and a great friend at that. With Winry out of his life for good, I think she'll be good for Brother.
Coming to a world where doesn't work was… strange at first. I've gotten used to it now, but it's still a little weird for me. Alchemy has been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember, so it naturally took some time to come to terms with having to give it up for good… especially when I forgot and tried to perform it with no success. I'll never forget all the times I've experienced with alchemy. All the adventured and troubles I had gotten into with Brother were amazing and I wouldn't take a second of them back.
But that's all in the past. Right now, the primary focus is living in the present in this new world. I'm currently fifteen years old now, having spent a little over two years in Munich, and Brother is twenty years old. With my body being restored back to age ten and him staying at fifteen after using the stone, it left us with a five-year age difference instead of one. Anyway, both he and I are studying into rocketry with Brother going more in depth at a university.
As for me, I've been keeping myself busy by working part time in Gracia's flower shop alongside Noah for some extra cash.
"Hey, Alphonse?" Gracia called from the back room.
"Yes, ma'am?" I replied, waiting for her order.
"Would you be a dear and re-arrange the pots and lilacs near the front of the display?" She instructed. I nodded and went to go change the shop's display.
That's really all I do there, but I don't mind.
To help boost myself up a little, I've started my own mini business; taking care of the stray cats in the alleyway next to our apartment. It's more of a payless, thankless job, but it makes me feel satisfied knowing those kitties are getting at least a little bit of love from somebody. I go out there to give them some food and water to the ones who have just wandered in, and again a few hours later for those who missed it before. Occasionally I'll even throw in some treats to make them happy! Then I'll stay to pet and groom a little... just to keep up their health.
Taking care of those strays really makes me feel so happy. It really lifts my spirits. When I'm down in the dumps, going down there to listen to them talk and purr really puts a smile on my face and warms my heart up.
But spending time with Brother makes me happy, too. Listening to him tell me stories about Alfons Heidrich, the mischief he's been in or plain talking about to him brings a great time. In fact, we're–
"Al!!" Speak of the devil; Brother screamed from the front door. "C'mon, we're gonna be late!"
"C-coming, Brother!" I shouted back, grabbing my jacket and rushing out of my room. –We're going to a theater with Noah, the other Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye.
I didn't mean for this to be so... terribly short. It just sort of came out that way. While I was writing it in my journal it seemed to be a fair amount of work.. but when I finally typed it up it was only one and a half pages of bleh. D: I'll try to add more to it later if I can think of anything. &For sure the chapters that will be added after this are going to be longer.
Please review! And try not to be too harsh, please. Though constructive criticism will be greatly accepted.