Yellow
Such a color is bright and captivating, never failing to go unnoticed by passers-by. As Edward walked among stores and caught a glimpse of his reflection on a store's glass window, he couldn't help but ponder at times the color of his own hair and eyes.
Gold, he would point out; he has gold colored hair and eyes. A bit of the same hue as yellow, seemingly darker yet can stand out all the same because of its rarity. He used to dislike such features on his body; they seem to spell out 'Hohenheim' to him and reminded him of his hatred towards his very own father. But he couldn't just dye his hair or change his eye color—if that was even possible; he would hate himself more if he would change his appearance just because of his anger towards his old man. Edward Elric is known to have such key features making him stand out from the rest. He also shared the same characteristics with his younger brother, Alphonse, when he had his flesh body. Denying such look would be like Edward denying his own brother.
But there are other reasons why he wouldn't like to change his appearance. They constantly reminded him of two things that would keep him motivated in everything he did. Although such things did not exactly share the same shade as his hair and eye color do, they still resembled the color, if not in a lighter tone.
As he was walking down on the familiar dirt path, he caught sight of one of the two things that would keep his mind set in achieving his goals—the two-story yellow house sitting atop of a small hill. He smiled at the sight; the yellow house would always make him remember of the good times he had shared during his childhood. It was also a sign of hope for him that there were still people who cared and would wait for his and his brother's return even after every failure and triumph they had gained in their travels. His line of thought stopped shortly after his eyes caught something else—and he could catch such a sight even from miles away. A young girl about his age stepped out from the house and into the open seemingly to catch some fresh air. Her hair, let down from her usual ponytail, was dancing with the wind while showing its brilliance and beauty under the light of the sun. His breath got caught up in his throat. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the girl's presence; her long bright sunny yellow locks cascading at her back complemented her so wonderfully. He broke out of his stupor as he noticed her waving her hand towards him, flashing a smile befitting her radiant tresses. He couldn't help but smile back and run towards her. Yes, definitely she's another reason for his drive, and a new realization dawned upon him with regards to the color –
"Yellow means 'home'; she's my 'home'."
And into her welcoming arms he lingered on to that truth.
-End-
Author's Notes: Thank you for reaching the final chapter for "Colors". I hope you enjoyed reading the three stories.
Written and finished on: December 28, 2009 (I didn't notice that I wrote "Blue" and "Yellow" on the same day)
Setting: Manga-verse; mid-series
