A/N: I have a mosquito bite on my forehead. It is my 18th birthday today, and I have a mosquito bite on my forehead. How insanely, ludicrously stupid is that? Actually, I have mosquito bites everywhere, and I'm still trying to figure out how I could get them on my legs when I'm wearing jeans. But on the bright side, I'm 18!!!!! And all sorts of legal. I can vote. How scary is that? And I can buy as much gay porn at Yaoi Con as I want. Heh. And I can buy a machine gun to kill all these damn mosquitos. So I figured I should post something to celebrate. I read a Naruto fic called Remembering Wednesday awhile back - don't remember what it was about, but the title really stuck. I love angsty, unrequited-love Alphons, and this is the first in my "Through the Gate" Alphons-centric arc. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Oh my. I'm legally an adult now. I could so get sued. --Looks around nervously-- Not mine, lawyer-people! Back off! Or I will use the flamethrower I can now legally purchase.
Wednesdays
Sometimes when they are talking, Alphons says something and Ed suddenly goes silent for a moment, with a haunted, distant look in his eyes; when Alphons asks what he's thinking, all Ed will say is that he is remembering Wednesdays. Alphons knows there's no point in digging further; it's like asking why Ed's limbs are metal, why he carries pictures of a dark-haired man and a sandy-haired boy in his pocket, why he sometimes wakes up screaming in the night.
It makes Alphons sad, though. He does not think Ed will ever get that look from remembering Wednesdays with him.
A/N: C'mon, it's my birthday! Review?
