Let Your Grandpa Tell You A Story

"3.….2.….1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The family cheered as the new year officially began. They consisted of only 15 people in all. Though among the 15, 5 were children, 3 were teens and 6 were adults. All still young, and moving. Stupid young people and there abilities to move better than a 50 year old(1) that had to use a stupid stick to stand. Well, he supposed he was lucky…..he was way past 50.…..but they didn't need to know that. The man only got to sit and watch them celebrate. Why couldn't he be young again? Ah, life was a bitch. A bitch that just loved to slap him across the face. Deciding there was no good reason to be grumpy he shakily stood. He should at least try to be cheerful as his family. Hey, look it's Tristan! With that the man, using his stick(2),walked over to the teenager known as Tristan.

Just outside the apartment where the New Years party was held 4 kids sat on the balcony watching the fireworks. Their names were Ned, Cal, Winy, and Hon. For some short introductions, Ned and Cal were brothers, they had one older brother, Tristan, Winy, actually had no relation to Ned or Cal, but lived with their Grandfather, who Winy had decided was hers too. And Hon…he in no way was related to the Elric family, but he always hung around them. When asked why, he said "I have decided you people are worthy enough to be blessed with my presence."(3)

They were all in complete silence just enjoying the fireworks, but Ned would have none of that. So at just the right moment he was ready behind Hon. He counted in his head '3.….2.….1!' just as a firework went up he yelled in his friends ear "FIRE!". Resulting in 3 things. 1,a shocked Hon, 2, a pissed Hon, and 3, the worst of all, a pissed off Winy. A moment later when they walked back inside, Ned had a very big bump on his head.

The boys of the group left to mess around outside with sparklers, but when Winy tried to follow them, Hon stopped her. "Sorry Winy, but you can't come." he said. "Why?" she asked skeptically. Hon's mask did not fade when he once again denied her. "Because you're a girl and I have enough girls bothering me."

If this was anyone else she would have whacked them, but Hon was the leader of their little group, being the oldest at 13, Ned and herself being 11, and Cal being 10. Her 'Grandfather' had always said "Respect your elders, even if they are egoistical bastards". She never really got why he said that to her, but she followed it. So she backed down and watched them leave to have a lot of fun no doubt. She moodily sat on the couch and sulked.

Ha! This was fun. He had to admit, he was put off at first when he found out his elder grandson looked exactly like Envy, but then he found out how much fun it was to mess with him! He and Tristan had what you'd call a love-hate relationship. They'd always say 'I hate you.' but then a second later they'd burst out laughing. It was a little bit of light in this dull world. But this time, was the best of them all. Now it was proved, this was defitly Envy's double. Up until now Tristan's hair had been blond, and he had worn normal clothes, but at the moment, his hair was green, and , thank the Gate, he was just wearing all black not the gender confusing 'skort'. Overall, he looked like a Envy that wasn't psychotic and wore normal clothes.

Guess it was a Happy New Year, huh?

"Hey, palm tree!" He greeted.

"What you did you call me?"

"I called you a palm tree. And you think I am old, you can't even hear."

"You are, you're a geezer."

"And you're a magical pony~ I am only 50, emo…well, at least as far as you know."

"Could have fooled me with your wrinkles, Edo." Ed, scowled at Tristan as the teen poked his few wrinkles with a finger. "Tristan!" They both turned to see Tristan's dad, and Ed's real grandson (Tristan was his grand-grandson) "Yes, father." Tristan said in the most innocent way the 15 year old could. "Don't call your Grandfather that! He is your elder and deserves respect, you will talk to him with respect!" He scowled.

Ed grinned and turned to Tristan. "Yeah Tristan, treat me with respect!" this earned him a glare from his grandson. "Grand-dad…." He said warningly. "Okay, I'll shut up. Geez, what happened to respecting your elders, Caleb?" The man now known as Caleb just rolled his eyes and walked away. Once they were sure he was out of ear shot, Tristan grinned. "'He is your grandfather treat him with respect!'" he mocked his Father. Ed grinned and followed, "'You will talk to him with respect! Hahaha!'" they continued this until

Kelly, Tristan's mom interrupted the two. "Grand-dad, how is Tristan supposed to respect you if you act like a child!" Ed just grinned wider, "He's not, we both rather it this way." Ed stated. "No," both stared at Tristan. "I rather respect you Grandfather." Kelly, Ed and Tristan just stared at one another for a second before Ed and Tristan burst out laughing and Kelly sighed and left. Oh yes, he much rathered this Envy.

It was a few hours later, and a few pictures shoved in everyone's faces by Michael Hughes, when everyone left Ed's apartment for there own home. When everyone was gone he limped over to the couch and sat next to Winy. Though it took him a moment to realize she was sulking. He sighed. He was not in the mood to deal with any fuming by his adopted grandchild. He smiled a bit remembering how he had gotten her. It was one of those days, and Michael had insisted he come over for dinner, though he was surprised when he got there to find a little 6 year old girl who looked exactly like someone he missed very much. Oh well, he had to see what was wrong. If he didn't and Alphonse found out he'd be dead meat.

"Winy? You okay?" he asked softly. The little girl turned to her 'Grandfather' and her mood almost immediately changed from gloomy to happy. "Yes Grandpa?" she asked. Ed knew she was changing the subject to avoid talking about it, but he could play that game. "It's 2:35 A.M . Time for bed." oh that did the trick. "Whaaaat? Why?" she complained. Ed grinned. "Like I said it's time for bed. Little girls need their rest." He said. She turned away from him and Ed could hear her muttering. "First stupid Hon says I can't come because I am a girl, now Grandpa says I can't stay up because I am one…." she muttered, thinking her Grandfather couldn't hear. Ed's smile widened. So that's why she was so grumpy. "What did Hon do?" he asked, trying to say it in a Fatherly way, but instead it came out like in a mocking way. For a few seconds she blushed, but then went into an all out rant about how Hon had said she couldn't go with him, Ned, and Cal outside. Ed just shook his head and picked her up. She was so into her rant she didn't notice she was being carried until Ed had her tucked into bed. "Grandpa, I-" Ed cut her off. "Don't worry about what Hon says, one day you will be able to do something he can't and you can tell him what he told you." she nodded, and Ed was about to leave her to sleep when she grabbed his hand. "What?" he asked. She pouted and looked him straight in the eye. "I don't wanna sleep!" Ed sighed and sat next to her on the bed. "Well, what do you want to do?" he asked. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds, then turned to her Grandpa excitedly. "Tell me a story!" Ed glared at her. Didn't she know by now that he was horrible with fairy tales? Not to mention she was too old for that kind of thing. He was about to deny her suggestion when she spoke. "Tell me about when you were young." she said. Ed was surprised for a few moments, before he spoke. "My life was boring, you don't want to hear it." he lied. He wished his life was boring. "Yes I do." she said. He glared again. "How old are you really Grandpa?" she asked. He just continued to glare. "Fine I will tell you a story from when I was 18." Winy smiled and jumped in Ed's lap, making him glare again. "Ok, here we go…"

AN: What do ya think? Next chapter Ed tells her a little story. Note that half of this story tells what happned after Alfons Funeral and half is about Ed's current life. I am hoping this story will be long so expect such.

(1)- Ed looks between the ages of 30 and he looks young, only thing is he has a few wrinkles.

(2)-He will NEVER call it a cane. That'd be acknowleging he is oldler than he looks.

(3)-You can guess what they look can defiently guess who Hon looks like.

R&R