Um, hi. Sorry for the OHEMGEE long wait. I'm seriously WAAAAAY sorry. I've been grounded, and then I got sick, and then I had mock trial finals and got more sick, and then I had the worst writer's block, and then I got obsessed with deviantART (my screenname is Fitchy, if you wanna look me up), and then school was horrible...etc, etc. And now finals are next week. /
Well, to demonstrate how immensely sorry I am, I will be taking requests for drabbles, or full-on stories. :) Also, if you need a beta, I am more than willing to do such. If you wanna RP/write back and forth, just send me an email or something and I'll happily acquiesce.
I now present to you the Truth.Because Hoho and Trish are lovely. Ignore what CaptainKase says. It's true.
"You're-you're—what?" she repeated numbly.
"I know it's hard to believe—"
"No, no, I don't—I can't—" Little Alphonse pulled on her skirt, and she lifted him onto her lap. "Hohenheim, just how—how is that possible?"
Hohenheim Elric leaned forward and took his wife's hands in his. They were trembling again. "Look, I wish I could've told you earlier than this—"
"So you-you just expect that I'll believe you, and-and then e-everything will be fine?" Trisha's voice shook as she forced out the words. "A-after al we've been through—all those times-years of all th-this?"
"Trisha, I thought you loved me." His voice was soft as he looked her in the eye.
She looked away, unable to hold his gaze. "I-I do, Hohenheim, it's just—why spring all this on me now, now that I-I'm sick, and with the kids, and-and the war—"
He released her hands and took baby Al from her, bouncing his son gently on his knee. Al bubbled and cooed. "Would you rather I had never told you? And you could have been blissfully unaware of it until I stayed the same age as you grew older, or until one night you could have discovered my body decomposing?" Ignoring her gasp, he continued, "Trisha, I say this honestly—you're the only woman I've ever truly loved. It would have broken my heart for you to continue without knowing—"
"So—so if I'm the only, the only one you've ever truly loved, how-how many other are there?" she asked, forcing herself to keep her voice even.
The gentle bouncing of his knee stopped, and Al squirmed in his father's grip. "I'm sorry?" Hi tone suggested that he had understood the question perfectly.
"How many more others are there? How many more children do you have?" Trisha's voice grew as she threw the questions at him. "How many other women are you married to?" Or did they all die? Is that just what you do, g-go live with them until they die; reap what belongings they had, and-and move on? Will I be another of th—"
"That's enough." Setting Alphonse down on the floor, Hohenheim stood, towering over his wife. "I understand how hard this is for you to accept, but I want none of that. None, do you hear me? I just told you how much I love you, Trisha, don't you understand? You're the only woman I've ever truly loved. I've never been married before you."
Sighing, he knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his again." I don't mean to scare you, dear. Truly I don't. You just have to see how hard this is for."
Jerking her hands out of his grip, she fought to keep from either slapping him or from bursting into tears. "Apparently not hard enough for you to answer my question, " she hissed.
Hohenheim sat back down, looking as if she had slapped him. The silence stretched between them, and Alphonse sat down, watching his parents curiously.
"Trisha," he finally sighed. "I-I'm trying, okay?" He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands.
Trisha blinked back tears, feeling guilty. She had never heard his voice break.
"There-there have been quite a few, I'll admit it. But that was a long time ago. A really long time ago," he chuckled to himself. Seeing his wife's glare, he stopped laughing.
"Sorry, I know it's not something to laugh about."
Damn right it's not, Hohenheim."
He looked weary. "Trisha dear, what else do you want me to tell you? I've told you everything I can think of telling you, everything that I can possible tell you that will satisfy you. What do you need?"
Trisha looked troubled, twisting her apron in her hands. "Hohenheim, I-I don't know what I need. I just don't understand what it is you're telling me. You're f-five—really old." Looking up from her hands to her husband, she saw him nod gratefully, and continued on bravely.
"You've been with a-a-a good number of girls, but you-you still love me. Well, that I'm the only one you've ever truly loved, is that right?" One of his warm hands cupped her cold cheek, forcing her eyes to meet his.
"Yes," Hohenheim answered softly, eyes twinkling.
She pulled her face from his grasp, not wanting to watch those eyes…She shook it off and continued shakily, "But why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"you think you would've fallen in love with me anyway, knowing the truth? I know you wouldn't've, Trisha; you know you wouldn't've."
"But-but how could you hve kept it from me?"
"Is that what your biggest problem is with this? The fact that I kept something from you?" His voice built furiously, and Trisha found herself slightyly—scared of him.
"You've kept tons of things from me!"
And, so it ends. I've got the entire first chapter or so done, but this is all I got around to typing. :) Curse me and my notebooks, huh?
Review, and mebbe I'll be persuaded to do more.
