Centre of Gravity


Brothers


Al was always mistaken for being his older brother. But he wasn't. Al, was his little brother.

He wasn't what he used to be. That was his fault. Ed was going to return Al to way he used to be. Flesh, blond hair and happy, smiling eyes. It was his fault. His. His fault. That Al had lost his body, was losing his memories and probably hated him for all he had done to him.

It was his duty. Ed had always taken care for Al, even though, sometimes, when he had been younger, Ed had hated how much attention the new baby had got. Mother and Father, all the neighbours and the villagers, all cooed and petted little Al. The bundle of fabric that cradled Al, embroidered with ducks, aroused great feelings of jealously.

But then, Mother gave him the duty. To take care of his little brother, when Al couldn't take care of himself. At the time, Ed had understood, hadn't wanted to. But, he had promised and he would do he could do just to get Al's -

Ed would do anything. No, nearly everything, not quite that. To get Al's body back again. Ed still had this burden. And he would never go, not until Al was safe and had a healthy body.

They were brothers, and not while he was still living, would he fail to reach and try to grasp Al's hand. Even if he didn't manage on the first try, he would try again. Until Al was back.