{I still haven't got a beta, so you'll have to cope with the few typos xD
Disclaimer- If I owned Fullmetal Alchemist there would be a second season of Brotherhood about Ed and Winry's children's adventures c: }
It really has been two years... Two years since I left Winry after confessing to her, two years withought Alphonse. And most imporantly two years since I last heard something.
You see, the second day one my research journey, the train I was on had a crash, and it damaged my ear drums. I'm deaf.
That's the reason why I haven't called home yet.
Al said he was going to return home after six months, and go back again after a week. For all I know he's been home at least 4 times. I haven't gone once, they don't knwo sign language, like I do now. I spent most of my time looking around for people to teach me the language, and learing it. As a it's very dificult language.
Even though I can still talk, I prefer not to. As I can't hear myself, I don't really know if I'm speaking, apart from the fact I'm moving.
Train rides were already quite lonley, now they are almost depressing.
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Eh, I hope everyone doesn't think I'm dead, not even the Colonel has seen me once. Only because of him Winry knew I and Al where alive and well. Hell, I can already feel the wrench hitting my head! Well, on a good note, my auto-mail isn't damaged. That's a first.
I step out of the train into the familuar place of Resembool. I decide to pick up a pace and jog to Winry's house, I just hope she doesn't kill me.
I take a deep breath, and breath out. I didn't realise how much I missed being home...
I knock on the worn door and wait for it to open.
But... How am i going to explain this?
No time to think, as the door quickly opens, reveling a.. Tearful Winry. She ran up to me, cluching my chest, Alphonse smirking behind her.
Great, I've made her cry. I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with this until I told her about my ears.
"L-lets go in.." I stutter, peeling Winry off me and patting her head, walking indoors.
I see Al's mouth moving. I suddenly feel really guilty..
"Guys, I'm not ignoring what your saying... You see, theres something I have to tell you..." I say un-easily. Al and Winry look up at me, as if to say 'go on'
"W-well... You see, on the day after I left, the train crashed. Even though there where no life-threatening injurys, my ear-drums where damaged, and, well, I can't hear anything anymore... That's why I haven't called or anything. Man, even talking is an effot, as I can't hear myself. But I spent most of the time away learning sign language... I'm sorry,"
Al and Winry look at me sympathetically, and Alphonse walks out of the room, and came back with a note book and pen. He scribbles something on the paper quickly, and passed it to me. The hand writing is scruffy, but still ledgable.
'Don't be so hard on yourself, brother. It's not your fault, so don't say sorry. If you want, you can teach us sign language it will be easier for us to communicate. And don't worry brother, we'll all get though this, even if I'll have to be a sign-translator for people! I still love you brother, that will never change.'
I smile, a small happy tear forms in my eye, due to the last sentance. I look at Al, and nod.
"We will, but first we might as well see the colonel bastard... Tell him I'm alive 'nd all!" I laugh, and stand up, being bombarded by Al's bear hug. I hug him back tightly.
Al tugs at my sleeve, as if to say 'Let's go'.