In the morning, Ed opened his eyes, yawning as he greeted the morning sun. Getting off the bed, he heard a series of sounds coming from the backyard.
It seemed like metals, constantly pounding each other. Curious, he walked out of his room. Passing through doors and hallways, the place was rather huge, it could hold a quite large amount of people. After a few seconds of walking, he found a door leading to his destination.
The sounds of clashing metals were amplified as he opened the door. There was a man, working on what seemed to be various tools made of iron. He sat on a stool with a bandanna on his head, his back facing Ed.
"Who are you?" Ed asked, a bit curious.
The man remained silent, continuing his work.
"Answer me, what are you doing here!" Ed exclaimed with a threatening tone.
The silver haired man ceased what he was doing, turning his back.
"I'm just the owner of the house."
"You're what?"
"I will not repeat myself."
Ed shifted his eyes uncomfortably as he realized he had been trespassing, and apologized to the man.
"Oh, sorry for invading your property. Well then, I'll pay for the food I ate, then I'll skedaddle."
"Wait." The blacksmith ceased the boy's actions.
"Hm?"
"Edward Elric, is that your name?"
"Huh? How did you- we haven't even met!"
"Just as I thought…" The silver haired man said inwardly.
"You do realize that you're quite famous don't you?" The man asked.
"Never thought my name would reach Drachma."
"Like it or not, that's the fact." Continuing his work, the silver haired man stated, "Alright, you're not going to leave this place."
"Excuse me? You can't go on deciding things on your own!" Ed fumed, pointing an angry index finger towards the older man.
"As long as you haven't pay, I don't see the problem." The man replied with a smirk.
"Well, I'll pay now!"
"No need, don't worry about the food."
"Then what the hell do you want?"
"Just do as I say."
"Is there a good reason for that? I have my own purpose in going all the way here, you know!"
"Oh, you're not from here? What is it that you seek in this place?"
"Won't tell you, weird man!"
"Lemme guess, you're from Amestris, am I not right?"
"…you're officially the weirdest man I've ever met."
"Heh, pleased to meet you, Ed."
The sun started to rise, glaring at the two with its bright rays. Ed started to freak out with the questions the man tossed at him. It was then Ed had enough, and decided to be alone for a while.
"Where are you going?"
"There's something I need to think of."
"Okay."
Reaching the old, worn-out room, Ed lied down on the bed.
"I just arrived, and yet I'm greeted with another weird occurrence. What is it with this country?"
"Hmm, how the hell did I end up with this weird man? Who is he? How did he know of my identity? Is he a psychic? No, wait, I have to think positive. Ms. Olivier's acquaintance? Hmm… maybe I'll find out later. After all, looks like he's been here for a while." Ed thought to himself.
"Alright, I've decided!"
The blonde went to the backyard with haste. As he was outside, he met no one, just a few smithery tools placed here and there.
Just before he could utter a single word, a scent of spices went straight through his nostrils. Going back inside, he heard a few sizzling noise coming from the kitchen. Curious, he approached source of the sound which was not far from where he stood.
Before he reached the kitchen, he saw an old, simple, dining table with plates placed neatly. Just before he could investigate further, he saw the man coming out of the kitchen with haste.
"Hot meal coming through!" The man announced, running towards the table with a frying pan in his hands.
"Whoa… watch your step!" Ed said, a bit taken aback.
"No worries."
The silver haired man placed the meal on the table successfully.
"You can cook, too?" the blonde asked.
"Living alone could make you be able to do things by yourself, don't you think?"
"Yeah, you're right."
"Heh, c'mon, let's eat."
Without further ado, Ed started to eat with the man.
"Y'know what? We've talked a lot, and yet I still don't know your name." the younger man sparked a conversation as he ate.
"Right, sorry. The name's Arthur, Arthur Elric." The silver haired man muttered.
"Arthur who?" The blonde stopped eating for a while, staring at his companion for the night in disbelief.
"Huh? Oh, wait. Yeah, as you can see, I also have the Elric blood in me."
"What? How- just who are you?" Ed interrogated.
"Settle down and finish your meal. You're starving, right?"
"Just explain to me, who the hell are you, really!" Ed exclaimed, slamming the table with his fist.
"Relax, I know how you feel. But an empty stomach won't do much good." Arthur said calmly.
"…" Ed remained silent.
"We'll talk about this later tonight, I have something to tell you."
"Why not after we finish eating?"
"I have to finish my work before the sun sets. My costumer wanted the stuff to be done first thing in the morning."
"Alright…" The son of Trisha muttered weakly.
Waiting for nightfall, Ed helped his just found sibling with his work. His heart was filled with curiosity and worry as he kept thinking of the mysterious man he just met.