Author's note: hi dudes. I'm sorry for not doing much updating. I've been busy. The fan fiction when you're gone: singing with love has now begun. I've put on the first two chapters. It simply carries on from my other fan fiction when you're gone. Hope you like this chapter now because it's coming your way faster than a shark with knees!
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Alphonse stepped off the train and into the station. The station though looked more run down than welcoming in the hot desert. The station seemed deserted and dust balls blew across the dry, cracked surface of the station, which remained hot to the touch. The sun up above beat down on him with terrible strength leaving him to resort to shedding himself of his coat and jacket leaving the vest remaining on the top half of his slim body. He packed the clothes into his suitcase and took out the map that Hughes had offered him before he left for his destination. Ungloved finger trailed along a line that he would nevertheless follow on his journey.
'The market is… 1 mile from this station. –Sigh- I've got a long way to go then.'
Folding up the map, he replaced it back into a trouser packet and stepped off the station. He walked off slowly into the horizon towards his destination bound with clues for how he could find his brother.
As he walked through the desert, thoughts circulated his mind. His brother was the only family he had. The only thing he felt could keep him going on if ever he should stumble. The thoughts were comfort to the younger brother Alphonse. Edward was always hotheaded and prone to trouble but would have to be the worst trouble he's been in. Coming second of course to near-death situations such as human transmutation and homunculi and the like. Alphonse shook his head to get rid of the negative thoughts.
"No. I must keep going." Alphonse thought, "For brother's sake I must keep on going until I complete my goal; to have you back safe at home in my arms. You are the only family I have and without you I am nothing. I love you brother. Please know that."
Alphonse's face held a look of strong determination that could not be shattered in any means. So much so that if he were to die from the heat in this desert then it would still hold this look even as the light left his eyes and his muscles froze to hold its look. Then passers by would know Alphonse's struggle. But that would be if he were to die of course. But he wouldn't let that happen. Not ever.
Alphonse came to a sheltered spot in the desert. It was sheltered by cloth that was fastened onto poles to provide protection from the suns ever-present heat. Far off into the horizon was a town. A row of people stood chained together in a trembling obedience that showed fear in theirs eyes from not knowing what would behold for them. Alphonse felt the presence of this fear. But these people weren't ordinary. They were military personnel that were probably in the same situation as Edward. Prisoners of war those were ready to be sold into slavery. They were still wounded. Most of their wounds were weakly treated with bandages that were blood stained. Other wounds were red and scabby with flies that circulated them for the scent of blood that hung in the air.
'This should be it.' Alphonse said. Trying to disguise his disgust for how badly these people were being treated. Alphonse walked up slowly to the small lonely market.
'Excuse me! Slave master!' Alphonse called. A short, bald man walked up to him. He wore a dark apron apart from a green tunic.
'Have you sold this boy?' Alphonse took a picture out of his trouser pocket. The picture contained a picture of Edward.
'Yep. Sold him just a month ago if I think rightly. It was as soon he came in with all these others here. He was unconscious most of the time but when too he was bought by this military man.'
'Did he look like this?' Alphonse asked as he bought out a picture of lieutenant Yoki from his trouser pocket.
'Yes! That's the guy! He was heading towards Youswell coal mine last I saw of him.'
'Thanks!'
Alphonse ran off back the way he came. Even though the heat was unbearable he still carried on running through the sand. He was so excited about finding his brother that the thought and feel of being in the desert had disappeared from his mind. He was on the case now.
His brother wasn't far from his arms now.
Author's note: I think I may have accidentally suggested some elricest. I think I'll see what you think about it before I suggest more. I did some overly good description so this is the best chapter I've written on fan fiction because of its use in description, which is a major change in how I normally write my stories. Don't get used to it though because this is probably only a one off to make up for lack of updating.
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