It's Raining Cats And Dogs

Rating: T

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Alphonse Elric / Wrath No Pairing, just friendship

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'Prologue'

The two brothers stood in front of their erstwhile home as they hauled out the last of their possessions to the moving truck. Edward jumped on the truck's bumper and pulled down the door to the back, "Well that's the last of it. Thanks again for agreeing to drive the moving truck to out new house, Roy." Ed nodded as he looked back to his sibling, Alphonse, who was holding his dearly beloved feline companion, Milky, staring blankly at the old abode. Ed usually didn't let Al keep strays that were just wondering around, but something deep within him must have budged, because Milky had been with them through the ups and downs of the foregoing three years, and through the recent death of Trisha Elric, their mother.

Trisha tolerated from a terminal illness, but never told her sons, because she coveted them to live there lives without distressing about her constantly. Just a diminutive week ago, her secret had been revealed to her sons, when she was taken to the hospital after she was found near departed, still on the kitchen floor, grocery bags scattered about. After her passing the Elric brothers decided it would be best if they moved away from this dwelling, into a neighborhood near their near at hand family friends, the Rockbells.

"Hey Al..." Ed started cautiously, looking at his sibling with concern. Al blinked and turned to his brother abruptly, he had spaced out again. "I can understand, if you're mad at me for making us move out of this house, but look on the bright side, we'll be near Winry and the old hag, so we'll always have someone there."

"I'm not angry at you, brother. Or Mom for not telling us... you guys are just making the best choices, even if they don't seem like it." Alphonse sighed, and tried to smile, but it slowly faded. Who was he kidding, he was on the verge of a malfunction.

"Don't worry, Al. I'm sure the new house will be fine. Besides, you know what they say, 'Time heals all wounds'." Ed tried to perk up his downhearted other.

"We better get in the car, Ed. So Roy can follow us to the new house." Al spoke softly as he made his way to the passengers seat. He felt medially guilty about leaving this house, because it was the place his mother had died in, and now some stranger will be living in it. Although he was placid enough to keep a straight face he was tore up inside, but he decided that Ed was right, and this would pass soon enough. Alphonse opened the door and took his seat next to Ed who had already started up the car.

Not only were they making the tremendous transformation of moving, they were also going from their smaller country side scene, to more of the faster pace of suburban life, impending to the city as well. That meant the houses would be a lot closer together, and a lot more people to meet. On top of that it meant Al had to switch schools, Ed hadn't worry about that himself being eighteen, he had already graduated, but his brother was still fourteen and had four more years if school left before he was through.

"Alright Al, let's hurry to our new house so we can unpack all of our junk, then have dinner." Edward chuckled as his stomach made a distinctive sound, causing Alphonse to break into laughter as well. Ed took a content breath, as he drove forward, Roy right behind him in the moving truck, he was confident Al would like this new place, even if it took a little time to adapt. Al looked at his brother, then the passing lush meadows out the car window, then caught a glimpse of his own reflection. He blinked then reached in his backpack and got his Mp3 player out, and played the song.

"Cause I don't care where I belong no more,

What we share or not I will ignore,

And I won't waste my time fitting in,

Cause I don't think contrast is a sin,

No, it's not a sin..."

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Fin

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I just randomly had this idea, check back for the next chapter soon. I encourage commenting and critiquing. See ya around.

Kit