Ed's Freaky Dreams: Prologue
"Brother,…what do you dream of?" young Alphonse asked as his older brother sat across from him at the small outside café finishing off the last off his melted ice cream sundae through a straw with loud, obnoxious sucking noises. Once he finally stopped attacking the straw with his lips trying to get every last drop, he sucked in a big breath of air and said, "Hhm, what? I zoned out there for a bit. Wha'd you say, Alphonse?" Alphonse gave him a sad look and mumbled, "What do you dream of, Brother?" Edward stared at his younger brother in confusion. "That's… kind of a weird question. Why does it matter?"
Alphonse shrugged. "Well… I dunno. I mean…" he looked away from Edward. "You certainly sleep a whole lot. So I was thinking, what would make you want to sleep so much? Because it's not like we ever do anything to make you so tired. So I figured… You must have some pretty great dreams. But it's bugging me. What kind of dream is so wonderful that you would want to sleep the whole day away, like you do?" He looked back at his brother curiously. Ed seemed completely uninterested with the conversation.
He sighed. "Gee, Alphonse. Way to completely over analyze my sleeping habits. Did you ever think, I'm just a tired person?" Alphonse frowned. "I'm not. And you're not. You're usually so full of energy, I can't get you to calm down." "And where do you think I get all that energy from?" Alphonse grumbled in reply, "Well it's certainly not from drinking your milk." "HEY!" Edward leaned forward and growled angrily. "Watch it!" He backed off a bit. Alphonse stuck his tongue out at Ed. "Pfft." He rested his head in his hand and glanced away again. "Why can't you just answer my question?-" "Well, why is it so Goddamned important?" He smacked his automail hand on the table and glowered. "Jeez, it's nothing. Calm down." Edward backed off grumbling something unintelligible. "I swear, you've got a temper so bad, sometimes I think you're gunna turn into the Incredible Hulk." Edward ignored him and, looking up, blew his hair from his face to no avail. It only got in the way more.
After a few seconds Edward calmed down and said, "You know, it's funny. I can't even remember most of my dreams. From what I can think of … it's all just a bunch of weird colors and random people talking gibberish like I'm supposed to understand. It actually kind of looks like a movie… on crack." Alphonse sighed. "Wow. Beautiful answer, Ed. Truly. Bravo." he said, his voice filled with sarcasm. "Okay, fine. Fine. Then, pray tell, Brother. What the Hell do you dream about, huh? Can you tell me that?" Al gave him a look up and down, like a glare almost. He stood and said, "Fair enough. Forget I even asked." Ed stood too and said, " Oh I know what you dream about all the time." He made a stupid face and spoke in a goofy voice as they proceeded to walk away. "Duhhh, my name is Alphonse. I'm stupid and like to dream about CATS all the time. DURR." They both laughed and agreed that was probably true. "Yeah, well I wouldn't dream about cats all the time if you would just let me have one!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can have a cat when-" "When you grow taller? Oh Ed, that's just cruel. I'll never have one then!" "…Don't… Push it, Alphonse." As they continued walking, their voices slowly faded.