Okay, this is going to have Elricest. Along with some RoyxAl and hints of RoyxEd.I warn you now. If you don't like it, then please click off this page now. I don't want flames complaining about it. It would be much appreciated. Thank you. In real terms, it's actually PrideEd xAlphonse. I am aware that it's not possible in the BBI games, seeing as how Alphonse is supposedly dead. But let's just allow that to slide and...Yeah. Warning…the first chapter is kind of boring and such. But I'll hopefully make it better with your ideas and reviews! Summary- A homunculus can never love a human. That's what Envy would always tell Pride. But then why was he feeling this way around certain people? They were humans. He shouldn't have those thoughts about them. Alphonse is also in a time of healing from the loss of his brother, and at the same time is dealing with a flirtatious general who insists on lifting his head up once more so he could see that smile the boy never got to wear for long before his world came crashing down.
It never ceased to amaze Alphonse with the many nightly visits he received from the unknown stranger at his window when the clock struck nine sharp. He had always managed to keep his breath low and steady, and his hands clutched around his soft pillow when the hour wisped by. It never crossed his mind to slip out of bed and part the curtains to actually go about and see just who had such an interest in watching him sleep every night. To most people, it would frighten them. The cops would have been here weeks ago if Al was one of the normal residents in this neighborhood. But out of pure curiosity, the young alchemist had allowed for these visits to continue without a single word of protest. The stranger would stay for fifteen minutes each night, pacing around the window nervously until the time was up. There had even been nights where the weather was less than pleasant. Alphonse could clearly remember staring at the small, old clock on the wall one night, waiting for the same hour to strike true. He had kept his head nestled in his pillow and listened to the wind whistle outside while it brushed the leaves from their branches. Somewhere down the street a rickety, wooden chair had rocked on the old boards of a porch. The moment the hour hand had flicked across to the promised number; a shadow crossed the white walls in Al's small decorated room. He could still remember watching it move closer to the window, while the wind picked up speed and tossed the figure's long locks of hair around.
That had been nearly a month ago. This night would be different. Alphonse had to promise himself this. It had been entertaining him for some time now, but all things had to come to an end. A stalker was something he didn't want for the rest of his life, no matter how much it proved to aid him through the difficult time he was now plagued with. The forced smiles, dim sparkles, and hidden tears would all have to stop soon enough. The nightly visits had started almost a month and a half ago, and Al had lost his brother only three months ago. The timing was obviously strange, and even caused a well of hope to spark in his heart on occasion. But these possibilities were all proven to be nothing more then simple fantasies that the boy could only dream about. The dead did not come back to life. 'If they did, it would only be thanks to human transmutation and a failed one that that.' Alphonse had told himself this many times through the weeks, and had to repeat it to himself while he worked on putting himself to sleep at night.
"Well, I guess I can say goodbye to my stalker tonight then. I'll have to make sure I catch at least a glimpse of him before he tries to leave". Alphonse whispered softly to himself, tugging on his thick, comforting blankets on the bed. His head had leaned back to rest on the same pillow, while his eyes traveled back over to the old clock on the wall.
'8:55'
Only five minutes till that shadow crossed into vision. For the life of him, Al could not understand why he was blessed with the patience and calm nature to watch the time draw to a close so slowly. Maybe it was a gift given to him. A gift he found his brother could never grasp. Edward had been far too reckless and jumpy to have ever learned the value of patience and polite acts of respect. But Alphonse, in the end had reassured himself that his shining talent for waiting was proving to be quite useful for tonight.
'8:59'
"If Edward was here now, he would have most likely broken the clock in with his fist. That, or throw something at it to save himself from getting up". He chuckled into the soft white cushion, gripping the sides tightly with his fingers.
With the last minute he had left to think over things, Al decided to try a guessing game. One that involved guessing the name of the stranger that pestered him each night and left finicky shadows on his walls. A few times the young Elric had pulled up very familiar names. At one point, he had tried to believe that it was the general spying on him. The man was naturally a pervert and had taken an interest in his older brother over the past few years. With his new body back, Alphonse was sure that Mustang was very interested in speaking to him about certain 'dates' in the later future.
"General Mustang isn't that shallow… I think he even thinks about brother from time to time. And he isn't stupid either. Asking me out and about now would just be rubbing it in my face that I'm lonely." The boy groaned and went on to run a few fingers through his messy hair. Hair, which he decided to let grow for the past two months. And it was only now touching the tips of his shoulders.
"Armstrong can't be the shadow either. It would be obvious if he was. I couldn't miss the outline of sparkles on my wall either if that were the case. Besides, the shadow has long hair. That takes out both of my guesses already".
'9:00'
His guessing games were done. Not that he had done a very effective job with it. The hand on the clock had silently moved to the next digit, making him inwardly shiver. Out of all the nights he decided to feel nervous, it had to be now. 'Some luck'.
The shadow did not miss its chance to paint itself across the white surface of his wall ,while Al had gone about to moving the blanket off of his shaky body and down past his waist. He was anxious to find out who this person was, and why it interested them so much to stay by his window for the fifteen minutes he took to fall asleep. Whoever it was was going to be stopped tonight by none other them himself. Alphonse didn't rely on the MP's to fix his personal problems such as this. He considered a stalker to fit into that category of a problem, and a rather serious one at that. But nevertheless, it was his to fix, and he would do so without complaint.
The blankets eventually slid down till they reached his legs, causing the boy to suck in a breath from the current position he was resting in. Staying deathly silent made him irritable. It only seemed to prove to make more noise then when you are actually trying to be noisy. Suddenly the shifting of positions in a bed would be a burden, and a flick of a switch on a lamp seemed like the loudest sound in the world. The most annoying part about all of this was the amount of time it took to be this quiet. Never mind the fact that it barely worked and made matters worse ninety five percent of the time. Five minutes had already managed to fly by, and Al was only now scooting himself out of the bed. The fabric of his sheets began to rub against each other; bothering his ears and making him twitch in annoyance while he gently pulled himself into a sitting position. Alphonse told himself that there was no other way around this. The stranger was going to have to see him get up. But then why did he even bother trying to be quiet?!
"This is ridiculous. Why did I even attempt to be quiet from the start"? Probably to lead the one outside of his window to believe he was merely tossing and turning in his sleep, and was in no way ready to tug back the curtains to take a glimpse out? That seemed like the proper way of explaining it. Alphonse would go for that. He was also going to go for the last part immediately too. Alphonse pushed himself forward for with amazing speed, curling both hands on the partially closed material while he yanked at the long curtains forcefully and drew them back as quickly as he could to see if he would be lucky enough to spot the one that had taken a liking to camping out there for fifteen minutes by moonlight.
"A-Ah..Y-You!" His voice escaped as somewhat of a small squeak, choking back on the air he needed to speak properly. What he was expecting to see was someone else. Anyone else! Brown eyes, blue eyes… hazel! But not this color! It was impossible. Two large golden orbs stared back at him curiously, while the blonde locks of hair whipped around his face. The clothing was different. The markings on his skin were a definite change as well. The body structure was something Alphonse could never forget, specifically for reasons in height. The form on the other side of his window was someone who he could never forget. He could never mistake him for someone else! So why was this happening?!
"Brother"….
The two had been staring at each other in silence for a good while, before the simple word Al had decided to whisper out broke the magic of dreams and wishes. The blonde figure had taken a cautious step back, almost fearing the word he had translated by the small movements of the other's lips on the opposite side of the glass. Alphonse did of course not want to wait to see if the boy would come to him. And he definitely didn't feel the illusion would last if he turned away.
His panicked fingers tugged at the locks on the glass window, struggling to open it while he watched the blonde figure take yet another step away from it. 'It wasn't fair'! He had humored the supposed stranger outside for months just so he could help to take his mind off of things like this! He lived each night dangerously, trusting in nothing specifically to keep him safe while he slipped off into a sleep. Now, he discovered the stranger he had been playing silly games with was a spitting image of his brother.
Alphonse tried to tell himself that he was dreaming. That this was only a small hope he held for when he actually did tug those curtains apart to see the stranger in the real world. But the longer he spent unlatching the old lock on his window, the more he came to the realization that this was no dream. Edward had supposedly committed suicide on false beliefs that Alphonse and General Mustang were killed and no longer in the living world. To this day, the boy could not even begin to understand how they had actually both survived through all of it. Both were kept in the hospital for weeks, and it was amazing they actually made it to full recovery. The mystery still stood as to how Alphonse had actually managed to keep the body with his soul joined into it. He had personally always believed Edward had something to do with it on his last moments of life. But the problem still stood… Who was the one outside of the house now?
"Please! Please wait"! His shouting was growing more desperate, when he realized he had been calling out to the other for some time. But the pleas were all ignored as the dark shadowed form looked over the house a little longer before taking one glance at Alphonse before hurrying away, leaving the young Elric to sit down and try to process all that had just happened. The strange look alike had managed to etch a question into Al's mind. He went on to think about it for the remainder of the hour as well. Good sleep was now a thing of the past after this particular night. This was strange, considering once more if Al was actually normal, he would have been losing the sleep through the period of having the stranger watch him every night before.
Yet still, the question drifted into his mind for many hours.
'Was his brother truly gone? Or was this a second chance for them to try again at the life they missed out on?
Yep. Alright then, I haven't written a fanfic in ages. I am addicted to role-playing. So I do apologize if it comes off as having too much rp paint on it. ; But now then, please do read and review for me, okay? The story will most likely have a lot of humor in it later, so no fear. I am actually basing it on an rp I am doing now. Or..If I don't get to many reviews I probably won't continue. So I'm hopeful ;