Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters; Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.
This is my first fan-fictions story, so I hope you all like it.
His calf flexes with strong muscles as he runs forward, determination set beautifully across his face. He crouches slightly before he leaps into the air, then kicks his steel leg forward with impressive speed and strength. His opponent raises a metal arm, blocking the attack, and throws him back. His blonde hair falls loose in front of his face, catches the sun as he moves through the air, and turns the long strands gold.
He lands silently, crouching, and slides backwards across the grass. He doesn't pause - he's moving forward again, back towards his opponent, his speed increased.
He fakes left, then goes the opposite way, pulling back his right arm in preparation to attack. The steel arm glistens in the suns evening rays in a sort of beautiful yet tragic way.
When he brings his arm forward, his attack is again easily blocked. His opponent grabs the metal arm, lifts, then supports his body with the other hand and the opponent throws him onto his back. He's slightly dazed, blinking up at the sky, but he gets up quickly. A wide grin spreads across his face as he turns and looks up at his opponent.
He's so handsome. The sun has started to set behind him, casting him in a golden light, which then compliments his already gold eyes, making them shine even more.
His scarred chest shows, and is well defined. The muscles across his chest and arms large, an attractive feature. He looks so happy. I wish I could see him like this more often. That grin of his has gotten wider as he talks with his opponent, his younger brother. It's so hard to hold back.
My chest is alive with the strangest sensations. I want to laugh. I want to cry. Either way, I want to smile. I probably couldn't stop smiling even if I wanted to. He feels so far away, even though he's merely across the lawn. I want to call out to him, I want to hold him, to make him know my feelings. As long as he doesn't know how I feel, he will always seem so far away, so untouchable.
It's a strange feeling, one I've never felt before. It's such a strong, pure feeling. A feeling I know is right above everything else. I want nothing more than to be with him right now, to be held by him, just the two of us. And it is in this moment that I realize, I am totally, truly, in love.
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And then, I'm awake. I don't know why I'm awake, I don't know what woke me. Then again, I didn't even know I was sleeping. It's disappointing, knowing it was all just a dream. Even more disappointing know that the brothers aren't really here, that he isn't here.
But still, the feeling lingers in my waking world. That burning love wasn't something I dreamed up. Nor were the sensations I felt in my chest. My heartbeat is wild. I slowly sit up in my bed, look out the glass balcony door at the golden sunrise, and am again reminded of the dream.
I never knew it was possible, to feel such intense love whilst in a dream.