Lighthouse.
But he always came back. The boy genius, a dog of the military, the full metal alchemist. But despite those names he would come home. Back to her.
Sometimes, he came for a visit, but more often then not it was because his arm was malfunctioning. Her beautiful creation, perfected a tiny bit more after every visit, was always broken when he came back to her.
He came always with his arm limp, often with his brother in a box, and always with a sheepish smile on his face, albeit slightly apprehensive.
But at least he came.
Sometimes he wondered what made him come back. Usually it was his arm. But those little extra visits. He pondered on what precisely compelled him to go home and luxuriate in the comforts of things he did not deserve.She rarely actually waited for him. She was always upstairs, working on some piece of automail. However, after she was called down, she'd stand at the balcony, wrench in hand, glaring at him. Well, she had a right to. His visits meant sleepless nights for her, slaving away to something that would inevitably break. He lied to himself, saying she was nothing but a machine freak; that she loved working on his arm anyways. But he always felt a twinge of guilt.
But she was like a magnet along with the rest of Rizenbul. He was drawn home, back to his home, his refuge.
But it was always her. She was the one that made him long for home. She was the light that his mother shone, telling him to come home. She was the lighthouse.
And he was home.
of course, hagaren is copyright hiromu arakawa and square and bones whatever.
kami sama bless their souls.