Words aren't needed
He would never live it down. He was useless in the rain and everyone rubbed his nose in it. What was the point of the being the almighty Flame Alchemist when he couldn't use his alchemy in the rain? That was a cruel twist of fate.
Today was rainy. It was ironic, he thought. After all, his best friend had just died. He smiled to himself. Maes had been dead four months now but he still felt like it had been yesterday. He still felt powerless to change it.
"Sir?" came a voice behind him.
The Flame Alchemist turned to see his ever faithful First Lieutenant stood with an umbrella. He smiled softly at her, using a smile he only used for her. He gazed back to rain falling relentlessly outside. She didn't speak, neither did he. They understood perfectly what the other was thinking. Words weren't needed.
The First Lieutenant stepped forward and put the umbrella up.
"Shall we walk, sir?" she asked. The Flame Alchemist nodded and he stepped out from the doorway of Central Headquarters. He walked beside her. Not another word was said as they walked. He felt comfortable beside her. When he was beside her there was nothing wrong with the world. There was no rain, only sunshine. He never told her this. Words weren't needed.
She looked at him. She felt sorry for him but at the same time she was worried. She knew what he was going through, he'd watched her all them years ago go through the exact same thing. She had always put on this strong façade, but really deep inside she was just a little girl, still after all these years. He had seen her at her worst and as years passed he had seen him at his worst. Thing were rarely said because they understood each others pain. Sometimes the tears spoke louder than the words, the words not needed.
If it wasn't them then they'd never believe in the connection they shared. Words were never needed to show each other how the other felt. Sometimes just a gesture, a smile, a glance could tell everything. Words weren't needed, they just helped others understand.
The Flame Alchemist stopped in front of his apartment block. He looked down at his First Lieutenant. She looked up at him. For a moment their eyes looked into each others. He smiled once again. She smiled back at him. She rarely smiled, but when she did she sometimes found it hard to stop, especially if he was there. A smile was worth more than a conversation to them.
He turned and put his hands on her shoulders.
"One day," he said, "One day everything will be OK again."
"Yes, sir," she replied. His grip tightened on her shoulders.
"One day I will redeem myself," he said. She nodded.
"I believe you will," she said. She put her free hand on one of his. He bent down and gently kissed her on her lips. Actions spoke louder than words. She preferred action to talk. It always seemed better and worthwhile.
She severed the kiss by pulling away. She smirked and walked away from the Flame Alchemist. The rain hit him but he didn't mind. He watched as his First – no, as his companion, his best friend, his lover, walked down the street. He chuckled to himself and looked up. Maybe rainy days weren't so bad after all.