This is my first fan fiction. So any critisism and positive comments are gladly appreciated. =D Hope you all enjoy this small story I created. It is not my best stuff, but you know. =]
I sat there silently looking down at my feet, which were sinking into the deep snow with each step. The cold winds of the North could not stop me. Having no body had its ups. I stared down at my armour body. It made me feel so proud of my brother Edward; he had sacrificed his right arm in order to encase my soul in this armour. Suddenly, I felt myself stop. Did he really do that? Or am I just making myself believe it? I felt the world around me tumbling. I had the feeling I was falling. Is it possible to feel that sense... if you are just armour?
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I woke up with a start. Frantically I looked at my hands and body. A sigh of relief made its way out of my mouth. It was just been dreaming. Once again, I had been dreaming that I was Alphonse. They had been occurring constantly and I was starting to get tired of them. I got changed and fixed up my hair making sure my "antenna" was very prominent as always. As I opened the door I noticed Alphonse standing in front of the door.
'Hey brother, you slept in again.' He said staring down at me. I hate how people always look down at me.
'No. It is still dark outside and you never sleep.' It all went silent. I had just noticed that I had said something very inappropriate.
'Your right...'I watched as Alphonse walked away with his armour clanging softly with each step. I felt bad. It made me more determined to get his body back.
The breeze outside was very refreshing. As I walked the sun rose over the horizon and before I knew it, it was bright and the details of the trees and surroundings stood out with such prominence. I walked back to the building Alphonse and I were staying at. Alphonse was sitting silently on the grass with a cat on his arm. It was a curious sight. I decided not to disturb him and watched from a distance. The sadness popped it face at me again. The feeling of hopelessness. Could we ever get a Philosopher's Stone? I sat down on the patch of grass metres away from Alphonse. My automail was making me feel like toppling over and I decided that when I was able to chat with Alphonse next, we could go get Winry to adjust my automail. Maybe even get him some more polish. I was so deep in thought that I had not noticed Alphonse standing over me. When I finally left my train of thought, he was already sitting on the ground next to me.
'Ed...' I turned my head and looked at his armour head. 'I was wondering... do you really think a Philosopher's Stone could REALLY get our old bodies back?'
'Why do you ask that?' I felt surprised that he would suddenly ask such a question, he was always so positive. It seemed very unlike him.
'I dunno. It just came to me. What if we did get our hands on a Philosopher's Stone, and it would not work.'
'Umm..' It had never occurred to me, I was always so sure it would. Hearing him say this made me think about it in more detail. 'I am not sure I understand what you mean. We have been talking so much about getting our bodies back, and then suddenly you come out with this! I do not want you stuck in that armour anymore Al!'
'What?! So you want me to just disappear?' He stood up angrily.
'No wait Al! That's not what I meant!' But it was too late, the damage was done.
I stood there watching the large figure of my brother walk away into the distance. I rose slowly in order to pursue him, but something told me to leave him. The world seemed darker than ever. At a time where we needed each other the most, it almost seemed like we had started travelling as simple acquaintances. We did not act like brothers. It was something I never wanted to happen to us, something I feared. And yet here it was happening right before my eyes. There was probably no chance of me stopping it.