Hilltop
He stood on the wild, wind-shaken hilltop and thought that maybe this was the best place for Ed to be anyway. It seemed to reflect his personality, almost as if the landscape had absorbed him, what with the way the scenery was constantly changing, buffeted this way and that by the outbreaks of violent weather, and the way this particular hill stood out, high above the surrounding landscape, surveying and watching over it. Whereas in life Ed had been forced to look up at most people, now he could look down over them. It seemed fitting, somehow, and he knew that Ed would have appreciated being higher up than everything else, for a change.
(It changed, shifting so suddenly that he didn't register it, and then he was crouched on the ground. His eyes widened in shock as he realised what was happening. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing except useless air emerged. He immediately felt like a fool for wasting his last breath. He looked around, but instantly forgot)
He looked down at the grass. Then again, maybe this wasn't right. Ed had always been so free, never resting or at peace. It was strange and wrong to confine him to one place, even now. For a mad, wild second he wanted to tear up the ground at his feet and let his brother out so they could continue their journey. He vividly remembered how frustrated Ed always got after staying in the same place for too long, after all.
(all he saw. He stared up at the face looming over him, the eyes shining out of the depths of the shadowy face. The hand tightened its grip, increasing the pressure until it pained him. He felt something building up inside his skull, a red-hot compress of pain that grew and expanded until suddenly it collapsed into a pin-prick, a tiny spot of intensity)
An intense, strange feeling came over him as he stood there, no longer sure how long it had been or what time of day it was. As long as other people had been there, sharing in his shock and grief, he had been able to keep track of what was happening. Now they were gone, and he carried the full weight of his emotions alone, and it was all he could manage to think of. Time slipped confusedly by outside him, smudging the scene around him with vague movements and progressions. He stood there and let it happen, staring at the mound in the earth, soft, smooth and tiny- so tiny. How could something that small and insignificant contain a personality so large, he wondered mindlessly through tears he didn't notice or recognise. It needed something else, something more, something to mark this spot as special and make people pay attention. A constant storm, an explosion, a tornado, something like that.
(that cracked, ripping through his body in ringing waves, ripping his thoughts apart in a fraction of a second. He jolted, his eyes widened, a vast torrent of blood emitted from the back of his head, bursting it open, and it was all over. He had always been one to go out with a bang.)
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Sensei had told them the body would nourish other living things
(that everything died, it was part of the flow)
but now, just at that moment
(it didn't matter)
it didn't help.
Author's note: HughesHanajimaHilariaHypocrite's commission. She asked me for a gory fic with Ed!death and Al!angst. Well, two out of three ain't bad. I am sorry about the lack of gore, but the format I wrote it in (a total experiment, I still don't know if I like it or not) didn't allow for much of that. Hilaria's first time commissioning a story, and also my first time writing a commission, so . . . sorry if it sucks XC Anyway, enjoy!