Real Fast ::
Disclaimor. I don't own. If I did, Dude. Aaron Dismuke. He'd be more than just Al's voice. 'Nough said.
Few quick Notes ::
Chances of there being authors notes on any of the following chapters ? Slim. Possible, but slim.
The Chapters are short. Light reading ? Quick reading ? Laziness ? Making your computer work more ? Take your pick on the reasoning. But, as I said, the chapters are short.
Also ! This story is rather old. I started it…A year ago ? Have I added anything ? No. Ahaha. But, I will complete it. Possibly.
Have any story suggestions ? I love a nice angst story xD Feel free to leave any suggestions in a review. Want me to read your stories ? I would love to ! Just say "Hey, Chu, check this out" And I'll be on it. I'm more of a reader than a writer when it comes to …
Anyway ! Enjoy !
Rain fell in steady sheets. The roads were dark, all the street lights extinguished long since. The city was a ghost town at sundown, if only for this one night. No one ventured out in the storm. With the storm came many things. Safety was not one of those things. Windows glowed in the houses, but shops were closed. Automobiles sat, no use on a night like this.
Many people were hiding in their beds, covers over their heads, not wanting to partake in any activity that this storm blew in. However, at one house, a single boy defied all unwritten laws.
Sitting in front of the window, eyes glued to the scene, Alphonse Elric held his breath.
As the sky lit up and a rumbling shook the earth, his eyes glowed with excitement. "Brother! It must be them!" He called, not moving from his view.
"Al, come away from there."
"Ed! I wanna see them coming!" Al whined.
"Come over here. Eat." Edward sighed. "If it is them, they will come by regardless of whether we want them to or not."
Al glanced over at his brother, caught the look of exasperation, and slowly trudged over. "What's for dinner?" He asked, trying to brighten his brother's mood.
"Food." Ed wasn't in the mood to be appeased. He had been in a dark mood all day, due to the approaching group. His brother's eager anticipation didn't help the matter much at all.
"Brother." Al dropped in the chair next to his brother. "Why do you hate them so much?"
"I do not hate them." Ed groaned. "Can we have a better conversation for the meal?"
Al nodded, eyes dropping to his plate. "I'm sorry, Brother."
"Don't be." Ed offered a half smile, then served dinner.
Al dug into the food, his hunger forgotten in the excitement returning with force.
Ed watched his brother eat, smiling softly. He had missed the warm hugs and tell-all expressions that made his brother.
Al looked up, slurping the last noodle into his mouth. "Brother, what is it?"
Ed laughed, the smile dancing in his eyes. "Nothing, Al." He held a napkin out to his brother.
Al accepted the napkin, his eyes never leaving Ed's as he wiped his face. "When will you tell me, Brother?"
"Tell you what?" Ed tried to ignore the curious look in his brother's eyes. He knew what this was about. He simply didn't want to have the conversation.
"Tell me what you're thinking. When you have that look in your eyes, I know there is something on your mind."
Ed nodded. "Eventually."
"Tell me what it is you dream about. The reason you wake up in the cold sweat. I can hear you crying in the bathroom. Mumbling to yourself. Why won't you tell me?"
Ed forced himself to return the intense gaze Al fixed upon him. "I…I didn't know you knew about that." He stood, trying to scrape together his dignity. "Eat your dinner. I'll be back." He turned and left the room, hurrying out the front door and into the storm before Al could say another word.
Al stared at the place his brother had just occupied. Should he have kept his mouth shut? No, he had to know what it was his brother wasn't telling him. He hesitated another moment, then jumped up. He grabbed the light cloak from the hook, darting out the door and following the familiar streets, keeping in the shade as he followed his brother.