Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist owns me. Oh, a disclaimer? What about 'How can I own it if it owns me?' Fine! I'll say it. "I the person at the keyboard do not in anyway own Fullmetal Alchemist. Except the movie and soon the series and some CDs."
Description: Al can't do much after getting is body back so he takes up writing. He may want to take a break from his book when he starts to dream about it. AlXDream!Ed
Author Note: This story somehow mutated on me and now it is something else entirely. Rated for later chapters.
Chapter One- Writers Block
I look at my most recent story and sigh. I know Ed is going to kill me for that. I can just hear him in the background yelling. "I would never do that! What are you, stupid?"
His voice is so clear it's almost as if he is in the room with me.
Then I look at the chair next to me and am startled by what I see...
Right before my eyes there is... Nothing.
"I'm sure I left my book there." I mumble in confusion. "It must have been the Apsey ghost. Dumb thing always stealing my stuff."
"I thought you didn't believe in ghosts." It is more a statement then a question so I leave off the question mark.
"I thought you didn't believe in Ghosts Al." Brother asks... Wait a second.
Alphonse put aside the papers with another sigh. He hadn't realized he had started to write things almost at random. Ed was holding the last page he had written before becoming distracted.. Al was surprised to find he really was there. "Based on is different then actually being you. No one will know anyway. And before you say it's a waist of time and stupid to write stories I'd like to remind you of the fact that I can't do much else."
Ed winced. That was what he was going to say but he didn't need Al giving him a guilt trip. He knew that wasn't what his little brother meant to do but it still stung.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know Al." He made himself comfortable beside the smaller. Al was only shorter because he had gotten his body back at the same age he had left it. Ed would never admit to that of course.
As soon as heat warmed his side Al snuggled closer. Ed wrapped an arm around him. What worried him was that Al did things like that automatically. He was afraid Al might accidently act too inviting to the wrong person.
Alphonse tried to think of what to do. He let out a tired chuckle. At least he had mentioned something in his rambling. The Apsey Ghost. It was a spirit of one of the characters ancestors. Now it haunts it's decedents and steals things when they aren't looking. It wasn't a big thing. He was there to add a bit of humor to the otherwise serious story.
He didn't even notice when he began to fall asleep.
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When he opened his eyes he was on a rocky cliff. It was raining so hard he couldn't see more then a few feet in front of himself.
Alphonse made his progress slowly, afraid of how close the edge might be.
Out of the vast grayness a bright figure appeared. It was Ed but he was dressed funny. In the sort of clothes he had when he had come through the gate.
"Brother?" His voice would never carry that distance. Not in this storm.
Almost as if he'd heard after all his brother turned towards him. A look of surprise registered on his face. They made their way towards each other and from the look of uncertainty on Ed's face Al came to the conclusion that this was actually his character Odin. (Ed had named him)
'I must be dreaming but how do I wake up?'
"What is a puny thing like you doing out here?" The golden haired man demanded.
"I didn't realize I had made him quite so brash." He muttered to himself. In a louder voice he said. "Funny coming from you."
"Who are you calling so short he needs a stepladder to reach the counter?"
Alphonse was laughing to hard to care if he had made things worse with that comment. The affronted look on Odin's face was well worth it ."Maybe they aren't so different after all."
Clearing his thought Odin managed to compose himself. "I asked you a question little girl."
He placed his hands on his hips and half turned away. "I happen to be a seventeen year old male thank you very much." Ed said he was cute but he never said he looked like a girl. 'If this is my dream then doesn't that make whatever he says what I think and not Ed?' He beat the though away with a proverbial stick.
"I suppose your chest is to flat after all. If you were mine I wouldn't let you wonder off in a place like this. If your last owner is that irresponsible then maybe you need a new one."
What was that vague allusion to ownership? Al knew he was blushing faintly. Then he blinked. Ownership? "I don't belong to anyone. What would make you think that?"
"Do you want to?" He stoked a hand down Al's cheek.
"No thank you!" Al squeaked as he backed away.
'...Didn't Odin have a spell on him to make him fall in love with the first person he saw? Uhoh.'
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Ed smiled at his sleeping brother. Al was so adorable when he slept.
It was the first time Al had fallen asleep on his own. Ed was afraid to move lest he wake up. He had no idea what had made him fall asleep so quickly but whatever it was, Ed was happy for it.
He brushed a kiss against Al's forehead, something he would never do when his little brother was awake.
A/N: Wow this is short. I'll try to make the next chapter longer. You know what's bad? The name Odin actually was what I named my character in Zelda Twilight Princess. And my brother made me name the horse Supper Ho.
