Dreams Become a Reality

An: My first Ouran High School Host Club and Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction! I'm so glad I got to write this because I got inspired by Emily Heart, an awesome writer, and her story called Fullmetal Host which I really liked reading and recommend. After reading her story I got a bunch of ideas in my head and wanted to write them into my own story. This is not a continuation of her story. She will be continuing hers eventually. This is simply my idea of what would happen next while still using a similar idea to hers, but with me changing it a little up with the whole dream concept. I'm so excited to write this and I hope people enjoy it!


Prologue

This is a story about a sixteen year old boy named Tamaki Suoh.

All his life he had dreams. You're probably thinking 'everyone has dreams idiot', but his dreams were different than normal ones. He could remember the most detailed things about them, and he could always recall them when he woke up. None of his dreams were hazy or jumbled or jumped from one place to another. They felt more like memories. He remembered the dreams that he had frequently when he was little. They were real, or at least they felt real. He could feel the wind on his face, (no, no one was blowing on him in his sleep) He could hear the peaceful sounds of birds chirping, and he could smell the food that his mother would make.

The mother in his dreams wasn't the mother he had when he was awake. His mother had blond hair and blue eyes, and he played the piano to make her feel better whenever she wasn't feeling too well. But the mom in his dreams had warm chestnut brown hair, and the most loving smile in the world. Her eyes would always light up when ever she saw him, and it gave him the best feeling in the world. She only exists in his dreams, but she died when he was six years old.

In his dreams, he had little brother who was a year younger than him, and they were inseparable. They would always play together, and show their mother things that we made. He missed those dreams, they were so cheerful. He would always love going to sleep because it meant seeing him again. Even though people say that dreams aren't real, he wished he had a brother like him. But whenever he woke up he is always an only child.

The world in his dreams was on the countryside, and just like the rest of his dreams he could remember every detail. It was in a country that was foreign and beautiful. There was always a grand blue sky, and the air was fresh and replenishing. In the spring colorful flowers grew, and his mother, brother, and him picked them. He still remembers the rolling hills, and the stream that his brother and him used to play at.

When he asked his teacher at school about this place she said that no such place exists.

The town, if you could even call it that, had houses that were far away from each other. A blond little girl and her grandmother were the closest neighbors they had. She would often come over and play with them. They grew up to be three best friends. She was so cute. Not that he would ever admit that to her.

All his dreams of this other place were happy until one night when he was eleven. It was his first nightmare. The maid said she almost had a heart attack when she heard a blood curdling scream originating from his room. She rushed to his room thinking he was being attacked, but she opened the door to see him yelling for his nonexistent brother in tears. When he woke up he remembered staring down at his clean hands with no bloodstains to be found.

More nightmares came. His little brother was replaced by a suit of armor, his mother was replaced by a dead monster, and two of his limbs were replaced with cold metal. Sometimes, when he was awake, his arm and leg felt stiff and hard to move, and he expected to look down and see the prosthetic limb of his arm, but he never did. All he saw were his hands.

The nightmares never stopped after that. The world of his happy dreams was gone almost entirely after that point in his life.

One of the worst ones was, when he wasn't able to save the life of an innocent little girl.

There were monsters that would never die with insane abilities. There was a psycho who blew people up with rocks. There was one when he was fifteen where he got impaled with a metal pole, and he felt pain in his stomach for weeks. There was a man who liked to chop up people. Another (not as bad) psycho who blew people up with his bare hands. There was the sad death of a loving father who was obsessed with his little girl. There was government corruption, and a God who wanted to conquer the world. There was war and devastation.

Throughout all these nightmares the suit of armor always stayed with him, and they searched for a way to get back to the way that they used to be.

But all of these were dreams. Nothing more, nothing less.

When he was little, in France, he tried to tell people about his dreams. All the other kids thought he was crazy. No one believed a single word he said. They thought he wanted attention and was desperate for it. They called him things like dreamer boy, and their parents always thought that he had a mental condition or trauma of some sort. Whenever he went to the doctors they said he was fine. Nothing was psychologically wrong with him, but the one thing they could never confirm was where the dreams came from.

All of the descriptive details of his dreams always came from my head. The dreams would never originate from things that he experienced during the day. It would be impossible for him to create all the people in his dreams up, but that was exactly what happened when he went to sleep.

So in order to move on with his life, the doctors advised him to ignore his dreams, and he did just that. He pretended that they never existed, and that they didn't affect him at all. He didn't bother to figure out what the dreams meant or what they symbolized. They were just a part of him. A part that would never go away.

Until they did.

For a long time, he tried to act like nothing in his dreams ever happened. He lived as a different part of himself that was ignorant and charming. The more he practiced being like a prince the more separated from his dreams he felt. It felt like he was changing who he was, and the dreams, as if on an messed up schedule, kept happening and he wasn't able to control them. They had less and less meaning in his life.

There came points where he didn't understand what was going on inside his own head.

His dreams stopped this year. It was all so sudden and strange when he woke up from his last dream. Everything was clear, and nothing about his dreams confused him anymore.

Let's start over...

This is also a story about a sixteen year old boy named Tamaki Suoh and Edward Elric.


AN: The next chapter is less narrate-y I promise.