My first fanfiction that I actually put up on here. It's been a long time since I went through this site. My girlfriend gave me ideas when I read her story. That was two, maybe three days ago. So, she brought me back home, to . It's been too long. This is a short start, but I've already got more written than this. I won't try to give too much away with author's notes, I just wanted to nag everybody before they read. Fullmetal Alchemist is the creation of Hiromu Arakawa. The only thing I'd take credit for is my own writings, and characters that I invent.
And now I'll quit nagging. Enjoy.
"Edward…"
What?
"Edward…"Neck. Pain.
"Ed."
Face. Wet?
"Ed."
Nag. Who?
"Brother!"
Edward's eyes parted open. They were dark and heavy with sleep. "Nngh…What?"
He leaned back. On a bed? Oh, yeah. Edward knew why his face was damp, now that he was somewhat awake. Edward leaned back and popped the vertebrae in his spine. Better. "What is it, Al?"
A familiar animated suit of armor clanked in front of him from his side, setting forth a tray of breakfast: Eggs. Bread with butter. Sausage. Drink? Check. Edward was thirsty more than anything else, since he had slobbered all over the table, and his face. Edward's hand reached for the dark cup, and brought it to his lips. He drank before really looking and then spit it back in the cup. White stuff. Gross! He put the cup down quickly.
"Al, you know I don't drink that crap!"
Edward detested milk with a passion. Alphonse sighed softly. He knew once again that he couldn't convince Edward that he should drink more milk. Instead, Alphonse asked how his research went before he fell asleep. Ed picked up the sausage from his plate and bit into it. Alphonse understood him better than anyone, so Ed knew he'd be forgiven for talking with his mouth full.
"Still haven't found what makes the Stone. Sorry, Al…"
Alphonse stood up straight.
"I know you can do it, Ed. You're smart and determined. If anyone can figure out Doctor Marcoh's notes, it's you."
Edward smiled just a little bit.
"At least one of us has faith in me."
He'd already finished his sausages and was plowing through the eggs. Alphonse scolded his older brother.
"You're going to get sick one day if you keep doing that. Didn't Aqroya teach you anything?"
Edward paused only momentarily to think. What had happened to him there, again? Ed feigned having no recollection of getting food poisoning. He shoveled his eggs into his mouth.
"Alphonse, whatever would that phantom thief what's-her-name have to do with Doctor Marcoh?"
Al found that his brother could be such a terrible faker sometimes.
"Nothing, brother. Clara didn't have anything to do with his research."
Edward gave a cheerful thumb up.
"Exactly!"
He had soaked up the egg yolk with his bread and now the plate was practically empty. How long had that taken? Alphonse counted five to eight minutes.
Alphonse thought to chide his brother once more, but he knew that it was wasted effort. Instead, he gave the plate and still full cup to one of the military officers outside th doors and kindly asked them to take it back to the mss hall. As he clamored back to his elder brother, he saw that he was already back to work. If his armor could allow him emotional expression, Al would have been smiling. Alphonse had always admired his brother Edward so much. He (tried to) quietly sit down at a seat made to fit his massive size and weight, and started looking through the notes. That mousy librarian girl, Sciezska, had done them huge favor. To think that one female had been able to recall an entire manuscript. It was so long, too. Al was trying to help, but it was really hard. And besides… at first glance, this was a cookbook, not an alchemy book. Doctor Marcoh had lead them this far. Now they had to prove that the faith that people had placed in the Elric brothers was correctly placed. Both were working under immense pressure, and they had hoped to be producing a pure Philosopher's Stone soon.