lostmoonchild: Okay, I'm back and this story is very well alive. So anyway, this story is gonna tell what happened after Rose died and is gonna tell what happens to the siblings. Since nobody left a review, I decided to do that same thing to determine if Rose should live or die... I flipped a coin. Anyway, I don't own FMA or anything else unless I say otherwise.
PROLOGUE
"Big broder?"
Ross jumped and looked at his youngest brother, surprised to see him awake since it was late at night. "Sam, what are you doing up?" Ross questioned picking the small boy up.
"I had a dream." Sam answered sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Can I sit with you for a while? Until I fall asleep?"
Ross nodded and sat down again, this time sitting Sam on his lap. "Yeah. But big brother's going to go to bed in a little while." Ross said with a small smile.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, seeing a picture of a girl with light brown hair tied back into a messy braid. "Who's that?"
"That's our sister, Rose."
"She looks like you."
"Yeah, she did."
"Where she?" Sam asked looking up at his brother and seeing sorrow.
Ross shook his head a little and forced himself to keep from crying. "She, uh, passed away when you were about two." Ross said wiping away his tears.
"Why?"
"Because the angels in Heaven needed her. Just like they needed mommy and daddy."
Sam nodded a little and hugged his big brother, grateful to have such a loving big brother. "Why'd they need mommy, daddy, and Rose?" Sam asked.
"So, um, everybody has a guardian angel. Rose, she was our guardian angel when she was alive."
"She was?"
"Yeah. When you born, she took care of you. Every time you cried, she held you in her arms and talked gently. Then she got sick, so we all had to take care of her. She hated it, but eventually she stopped hurting because she saw mommy and daddy. Then an angel came and she stopped hurting." Ross said tears rolling down his face.
Four years had passed since Rose died and while the hurt had partially healed, it was still there. They all missed their sister with a passion but nobody missed her as much as Ross did. They knew he felt lost without his best friend around, yelling and threatening to make things through alchemy then shove the alchemy made objects where they didn't belong.
Lately, money had been getting tighter and tighter until they had to learn to go without a few things. All the kids wore hand-me-downs so clothes had to be kept nice for the younger kids to wear when they got bigger. But right now, unknown to the younger siblings, Ross was trying to make a choice he knew would greatly affect their futures.
Ross wiped away his tears and looked down at his youngest brother, seeing that the small boy had fallen asleep. Sighing softly, Ross turned off the lights and carried the small boy upstairs to the room they shared. There were usually two or three kids to a room now, Ross had the option of having his own room as the oldest in the house but changed his mind since he didn't want to be alone. So he shared a room with his youngest brother, occasionally sharing with another brother or even a sister if someone had a nightmare that scared them into running to their biggest brother.
Gently, Ross set the small boy onto the bed and tucked him in, making sure to keep a stuffed bear near the sleeping child before changing into his pajamas. Saying a silent prayer, Ross crawled into bed and hugged his pillow tightly before drifting off to sleep, praying that for the first time since his sister's death, he wouldn't dream of her screaming at him to help her.
lostmoonchild: okay, read and review, flames are accepted. Hope to have fun working on this story just like I did the other one.