I was reading around and wanted to write this. Yeah, so... Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, never will, so.... SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rain poured over the small town of Central. There was a single candle lit in the basement of the Rockbell home. Winry slowly opened the door and looked down the steps. This had gone on for days now, without rest. She wondered if the boy would ever snap out of it. She had not dared to go down in it, seeing as the large suit of armor never left.
She sat and listened to the sound of a pen sketch over parchment, a forever sound that never stopped within the cement walls lined with books. In front of the armor was a limp pillow and a blanket that looked like it's owner tossed it off of their body when getting up in the morning. It never was messed with or changed around, and had been there for years. She couldn't remember the last time she had spoken to or heard the sound of the armor's words. But then she heard the noise she wanted so badly.
The reassuring clank of armor moving.
She saw him move and stand up, then look toward the door. She jumped out of the way and hid around the corner of another hallway. She watched and heard Al slowly leave the basement and go into the living room. Winry ran into the basement, being as quiet as she could, and picked up the stack of papers that Al had been writing for two years. It was thick and heavy.
She felt a hot lump in her throat as she began to read the letters that would never be sent.
Dear Brother,
I miss you. Winry is acting very strange. Brother... Why is she afraid of me? Why is she afraid of everything I do? You said that nobody was afraid of me. You said that I wasn't scary. Maybe she's waiting for you to come back so you could have your auto-mail fixed. I know Granny Pinako said that you never woke up from the surgery, but... I know you did. I watched you get up and you put your arm on my shoulder. You told me I'd get my body back, and that you'd be gone for a little while. Brother... Where are you? It has been three years. Don't you remember? You're fifteen, and I'm fourteen? Brother, why won't you answer me? I make things for you. Your bed is still here. I haven't touched it. I promise. Are you hungry? I can make something for you to eat. Granny said I could get a kitten, but... I knew you didn't want me to have one. You said that we travel too much.
Winry felt a tear slide down her cheek.
Dear Brother,
Winry sits at the top of the stairs everyday. She just stares at me. I know what she is thinking. But I am normal. I'm human... Aren't I?
Some of the letters were shorter than others. Winry coughed, and tried not to cry.
Dear Brother,
I'm sorry. If it wern't for me, you wouldn't have to have gotten auto-mail. You didn't have to leave. We would be side-by-side, with Mom. And we'd be happy. We would go and play by the river until Mom flashed the light at us. Then we'd have a race back home. Sometimes you cheated, but it was fun. And we would fight over who got the first cookie and the last cookie out of the oven. I'm sorry, Brother. I really am. You can have the last cookie. You can always win. I just want you home... because Winry misses you. I miss you...
Winry dropped the stack of papers and cupped one hand over her mouth, trying to contain the loud sobs escaping her lips. Ed died two years ago, after having his nerves connected to his auto-mail. He had become sickly just a week before, and Pinako suspected he was too weak from the sickness to wake up. He had blacked out and his heart had stopped. Ever since, Al had moved down to the basement, never talking, only leaving it to vistit Ed's grave. Even then he never said anything to either Pinako or Winry. Winry wasn't afraid of Al; she was just afraid of his reaction. She was afraid he would beat himself up if she ever tried to talk about his brother. She hadn't realised he already did. But something told her to put the stack of papers back in place and to leave the basement, and so she did. She scurried up the stairs and twisted around the hallway corner, avoiding the eyes of Pinako; if she were on the couch; or Al; if he walked in and went back to his work.
At fifteen, she should have been in school, or working by her grandmother's side more often. Yet almost all her time was devoted to hearing the suttle movement and the sound of pen across paper from the crack of an open basement door. Almost all her time was wrapped around an Elric.
She felt another cough in her throat and she shook her head, trying to force the tears out of her eyes. But, it was then, that she felt cold metal press up agenst her cheek and wipe a falling tear away.
"It's okay, Winry."
Winry looked up to see two locks of blonde bangs drawn to the sides of a pale face. To see a black jacket and black leather pants. To see two, large, golden eyes staring down at her.
"I'm back from my trip."