Dreams Become a Reality

The Last Dream

Tamaki woke up staring at the ceiling. He sighed deeply. Another night without dreams. He already knew why the dreams stopped. They had come to an end. There simply weren't any more left.

Tamaki lugged himself out of his huge comfortable bed, and slowly got ready for school. Today he wasn't feeling too over eccentric. He didn't really feel like going to the Host Club, but he had no c

The classes at a super rich kid school are supposedly really hard. People who knew Tamaki at all would probably think that he was failing school, but what they didn't know was he would be if it weren't for his prior knowledge of alchemy. He had a tutor for history, though, since that's the class he had the most trouble with. Almost everything else he knew already. This country is so different from his old one. Tamaki was second in his class right after Kyoya. The guy seems to know everything. He was surprised he hasn't tried to skip a few grades. Anyway, back to classes. There was no alchemy class or any alchemy at all for that matter. The closest thing to it was Science class, But it was a lot more boring compared to the way Teacher taught him.

Tamaki was starting to realize why Haruhui hates the kids at our school so much. To put it simply, they are rich kids that haven't worked a day in their lives and have way too much time on their hands. He used to hate those kind of people, but now he couldn't because, ironically, he was one of them. It was sometimes boring how there were little to no challenges to begin with, but when they did show up it was so easy to overcome them. Compared to his old life, everything here is a breeze. It's not that he's ungrateful, but what did he do to deserve such a privileged life? One of the biggest challenges here for him was to drink commoners coffee, and that's not saying a lot.

Back home they didn't even have coffee. There they didn't have phones, anime, fourth wall breaks, or anything like that. Sometimes he wondered how Winry and Al would react to this world. They would be amazed by the phones, anime, and fourth wall breaks. He laughed to himself when he imagined their faces of bewilderment. What would they think of the giant school he'd been going to? He imagined them gawking at the huge hallways of Ouran Academy. What would they think of the Host Club? He imagined Winry blushing as he swept her away in his arms. He smiled to himself. Then the thought came. What would they think of him? Nothing came to mind. He really didn't know what they would think of him.

He shook his head trying to erase those thoughts away, but he couldn't stop thinking about Winry and Al and their smiling faces. He missed them so much. If he saw them again he would give them a huge, long hug. He knew they wouldn't mind because they probably had missed him just as much.

There was nothing that he wouldn't give to see them again, but there was no alchemy here. If he could get to the other side of the gate...

Flashback

It was the Promised Day. They were all fighting against Father, but Ed's arm got stuck in some rubble and he couldn't fight. Father approached him screaming for the philosopher's stone, but Al was trying to transmute himself to give Ed his arm back.

Ed screamed at him, "DON'T DO IT!" But Al clapped his hands together and sacrificed himself to give Ed a fighting chance.

In the end it didn't matter. When they all thought the battle was over Father got back up again, and went to charge Greed, but before he could reach him Ed got in his way. Father impaled his arm in his side, and growled for the philosopher's stone. Ed could feel his life force draining. Father was sucking out his energy. He felt the oxygen rapidly leaving his lungs. He couldn't breathe, much less move. Father let go of him and his body thumped down on the ground. He knew Ed was out of energy to fight. He prepared himself to execute the final blow. Ed tried healing his wound, but it was near the same spot where the pole was when he was injured in Briggs. It was reopened. Great. Ed took a few deep breaths, trying to do the same thing as before, but the alchemical energy got too out of control. HE could hear the people watching call out for him, but the light continued to grow brighter until he blacked out from the pain.

When he woke up he found himself in a familiar white plane of existence. The Gate. Truth was grinning widely back at him.

"Why I am here Truth? I'm in the middle of a fight. I have to go back!" Ed demanded.

"Not yet. Your injury is lethal. You know as well as I do if you go back there you might not survive the fight," he told him, "And I have something planned for you. The Promised Day is reaching its end, and I will be sure that the dwarf in the flask gets what he deserves."

Ed calmed down, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to learn one last thing from me," he paused dramatically, "and in the process I'll let you get your brother's body back along with your leg. You just need to go somewhere. Far away"

He eyed him suspiciously like he was dangling a prize right above his head. He knew there was a cost, "What do you want me to do?"

"You will learn everything soon enough, just listen to what I say and you will get everything you desire. You are so close to the answer. I just want to give you a push in the right direction. Do you accept these terms?"

He thought to himself for a minute, "As long as Al is safe."

Truth grinned his wide toothed grin and clapped his hands together.

"Just one more thing," Ed requested, "Can I see him?"

Truth paused, but then sighed reluctantly, "Fine."

"Ed?" He turned around behind him to see Al, frail and weak. He ran over to him.

"Al everything's going to be alright," Ed inhaled sharply holding him with Al's eyes fixed on his face, "but I have to go."

He frowned deeply and it was so amazing, but so sad at the same time. They've done it. They've actually done it after all these years of searching and dead ends. All of it was worth it.

"Goodbye, Al," Ed practically whispered.

Tears streamed down Al's face for what seemed like the first time, "No, please don't leave!" He clung on to him, "You were supposed to bring me back! There has to be some sort of other way!"

"I'm sorry," Ed left him and went back over to Truth, "I'm ready."

Truth grinned once more, "Have a nice trip Edward Elric!"

And then that's when a baby showed up on Tamaki's Dad's doorstep and everything in this life became full circle.

When Truth had said a trip Tamaki didn't think he meant that he had to live the whole 16 years of his life all over again. He wasn't not sure what he wanted to teach him, but it didn't feel like he learned it yet. Tamaki had his last dream after he jumped off the bridge to save Haruhui, and everything made sense. None of the dreams that he had ever had in his life were dreams. They were memories and Truth had planted them to show up throughout the same moments his my life as he relived it. He didn't know why he did it that way, but it was probably because a baby shouldn't be able to remember 16 years of its life. This whole experience has been strange, but all that mattered was that Al was safe. Hopefully. Tamaki prayed that Truth would get his point across soon because he didn't know how long he could stand knowing that Al and Winry were still waiting for him.

"Senpai?" Haruhui tapped him and startled him out of his daze, "Are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh yes I'm fine. Don't worry about me," He replied halfheartedly.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine."

He stared out at the crowd of people in yellow dresses and blue suits. Tonight the host club was having a ball for the students. It was almost the end of the school year, and there would be a ton of parties before school ended. He wished so hard to see a familiar face of anyone like Al, Winry, Armstrong, Mustang, Riza, Fuery, Breta, Havoc, Fallman, Maria Ross, Brosch, Mai, Ling, or even Honenhiem for all he cared.

I guess you could say he got his wish, but not in the way you would expect.