Edward Elric was always one to travel. He hadn't had a real place to call home since he was eleven years of age, and it looked like it would never change. But even so, the boy sometimes found himself seated on a train to Munich. Al always asked him why, but he would shrug it off and go regardless.

Perhaps it was to visit Noa, he would reason. But upon getting there, he would always end up at the same place: the warehouse. This was where he and Alphonse Heiderich had met, and the proof that the two had been there was still evident. Tools and documents littered the floors, and a single hankerchief sat forgotten in the middle of one of the worktables. A glint of crimson caught his eye as he picked it up, and he sighed at the loss.

He only wanted to be remembered. So Alphonse worked hard, despite how sick he was, and did so until he died; killed by the people who employed him. He wouldn't go down in history has he had hoped; and he would just be another fleeting memory in the back of people's minds.

But everything he made worked. He was remarkable; a genius in so many aspects. And Al was, in a way, a reminder to Ed of himself. Alphonse Heiderich was like a brother when he was still alive. They both shared the same determinaton. They had similar personalities and interests, and more than anything, he would listen to what Ed had to say. He would laugh sometimes, but Ed knew deep down, he believed him. All his stories and adventures; his rants and problems.

He was truly like a brother to Ed.

Ed somberly tucked the bloodied hankerchief into his coat pocket, letting his hand idle on the cloth for a moment.

"Even if your name doesn't go down in history... just know you'll be remembered by me." Edward grinned sadly, staring up at the ceiling. A door opened behind him, revealing his younger brother.

"Brother? What're you doing here"

"Just visiting a friend, is all." Al watched as his brother strode proudly out the door and into the streets, not even looking him in the eye.

But Alphonse noticed it anyway. For on Ed's cheek was a single streaking tear.