I'll update my other FMA story once I get some more reviews on it : ) please check it out, if only just read it for a few minutes. For now there's only AlMei on my mind! For those of you wondering…Alphonse is wearing what he wore the last chapter of FMA. When it's hotter he'll just be wearing his white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, with a brown vest and brown dress pants. -drool-. Lan Fan will wear something more…suitable later on, promise, for now she's just wearing that same old thing she wore in the manga…
"My Knight; my Princess"
"Children learn to smile from their parents."Shinichi Suzuki
In the back room of the train station restaurant: two boys. One age 19 and one age 20. One blonde, pony tail with an attitude. One brunette, snaky with a constant look of distaste. It was only a matter of time before they were tied up somewhere.
"This is YOUR fault, Elric!" he struggled. Ramming his shoulder into the boys side.
"It wouldn't have been if you hadn't o' called me that word!" Edward grumbled.
"What word? You want me to say it again! ?"
"QUIET! LOOK AT MY RESTAURANT! WHAT WERE YOU TWO THINKING! ?"
The owner was breathing fire down their necks. She was tall and…big. Her hair was a messy bun, probably messy from frustration. Her face was gaining more wrinkles with every word she spoke.
The two of them hung their heads with shame, "Sorry ma'am."
"The King of Xing requested their presence miss…" Zampano pleaded with the large woman, but she wasn't hearing any of it. Jerso managed to untie Ed and Gaston
"Hmph! He must not be a very good king if the people he wants are nothin' but roughhouses! The Xingese must be nothin but barbarians!"
Edward suddenly lashed out, "Don't you talk about him that way!"
How dare she! ? Nobody could insult that squinty-eyed little-"He may be squinty-eyed but he's a damn good king! He's a million times better than the king we used to have!" he said while trying to wiggle loose.
"Bradley! ?" she began to wave her finger in Ed's face. "How dare you insult our late King Bradley in my restaurant!"
"Lady you don't kno-"
He stopped the beginning of his rant abruptly; Zampano had placed a strong, gripping hand on his shoulder. As Edward turned to argue, he was met with a 'and that's final' look in the spiky-haired mans eyes. Bitterly angry, he stormed out of the restaurant, promising to pay for damages- giving the owner the address to the Rockbell home.
His pre-rant was interrupted when he opened his eyes outside; The sky was so brightly-filled with stars. Millions of them. The air around each light gave off a warm, homey feeling. If not in such a hurry he would have fallen back onto the grass to sleep under the stars.
Ignoring the temporary happy feeling he got…"Shit…" he said under his breath, then hollered out with his fists in the air, "This SUCKS!"
"You've got to calm down, Edward." Jerso said in a friendly tone, "I know it's rough for you but these people loved the first family-"
"-He didn't even have the decency to even tell his own wife!-"
He turned around and stared at the three of them. Then stopped to put his hands over his eyes, breathing in and out.
"Crap…I'm sorry Zampano. Jerso."
"No problem kid, I know you're upset." Jerso said.
Gaston stomped after him, "What's going on with you? What about Bradley?"
Edward looked at the two men beside him and then quizzically at Gaston .
"Did you live in Amestres at all?"
"No." He paused and made a displeased look. "Why?"
Ed looked at Zampano and Jerso again. "Should we tell him?"
Dimly lit paper lanterns were placed gently on the tables of the restaurant. Quiet and calm, the food filled his empty stomach like no other meal had before it. Empty bowls, now pilled up like dirty laundry, littered both the table and the floor as he and Lan Fan devoured the entire food supply in all of Hachikoi. As the two men conversed Lan helped herself to the still full bowls of goodness left on the table.
"So you knew my Dad?"
"Your father is Hohenheim?" Archibald said with almost a mouthful. Being in a cell for so many years, he too, scarfed down every bowl in front of him- after all the Emperor of Xing was paying his meals…
"Yea! He sure is! How well did you know him?"
"We worked together for many years! I met him in Resembool almost 40 years ago. Then we met again in the ruins of Xerxes. That was when I…" he slowed his pace of talking for a moment…
Al seemed to catch on. "You found out that he used to live in Xerxes."
"Live and breathe with the other golden eyed, golden haired people." he finished eating and put his chopsticks on the bowl. His eyes became serious.
Al continued to confirm things, "He told you, huh? About the birth of Father?"
"He did. And he told his son too, didn't he?"
"He told his other son as well." Al smiled.
"Two?" Archibald smiled as well, laughing and pushing up his glasses.
"Yea."
"How is he? Is he anything like his father?"
"Ahaha…I'm not sure." he said quietly, taking another bite of the most delicious raw fish he had ever tasted, almost ashamed he couldn't recall his own fathers personality. The chewy texture of the fish quashed his pitiful emotions for a moment.
Archibald smiled to cheer Al up, "I'll know when I see him. How old?"
"He's 20 now. I'm 19, but I'll be 20 next February."
"I see." He rubbed his knuckles together, as if trying to think of something to say, his mouth opened slightly like he was about to talk…but then laced his hands, placing them on the table, and "And, let's see…How is your mother?"
"You knew her?" Al wondered.
"You must have a mother…you are the son of Hohenheim, aren't you?"
"Well," Al thought for a moment. Could he reveal his secret so soon? If this man was really a friend of his dad's, what kind of secrets could be told to him? He could learn more about his dad… he hadn't talked about his mother for years, the two of them put the past behind them. Yet why did it always have to be brought up one way or another? He wished, that Mei could be sitting here beside him. If she were there, he would have the manliness worked up not to cry.
The train was noisy with the chatter of people; pushing their way through the narrow walkway, talking about their day, yelling at their children to keep quiet. One child even asked Gaston if he were a lady, something Edward found quiet hilarious-then not so hilarious when she asked him the same thing. Clutching his long hair embarrassingly, he began to sit on a most uncomfortable arm rest, waiting for the cluttered line of people to move with their things. When they were finally close to the very back of the train, the line dissipated. Edward turned his head around slightly when he heard whispering behind him.
"So this Father guy turned all of Amestres in a giant transmutation circle and then absorbed them into his body so he could become god."
"That's right." he said nonchalantly.
"And then…you stopped him and saved all those people he absorbed…"
Ed began to explain, "Well, they returned to his body because we countered his-"
"-Yea. And Bradley was a homunculus." he interrupted.
Ed corrected him, "Wrath."
"So what about the other 6?"
Ed's nose wrinkled a little, "They're gone. Except…Pride I guess. He's living with Wrath's wife."
He pulled Ed's hair at the word 'wife', "Is that safe?"
He shrugged, "No idea." and slapped Gastons hand away, "But our new Fuhrer is keeping an eye on him so if anything happens…"
"Got it. And all this happened a few years ago?" he said, pulling his bag closer to the cleared up isles.
"Yup." Ed said, placing his old suitcase in the opposite hand.
"And you two are chimera…?"
" Yup." Jerso said. "You got it." Zampano said.
"What kind?" he asked curiously, putting his hands behind his head.
"Toad." Jerso said.
"Some kind of porcupine boar thing…I'm not so sure myself."
"I see. I see."
The whistle bellowed throughout the train cars. Even with all the windows up, it could be heard very clearly.
"Trains leaving. Finally." he threw himself on the empty seats, leaving his suitcase sitting underneath the window beside him.
"Can't wait to go back…" Gaston sighed quietly.
"So you live there or what?" Edward wondered.
"I was looking for my dad."
"Your dad huh?"
Just thinking about that man would have sent him into a bad mood. The same man who left his mother. Who left he and his baby brother standing in the sunlit doorway, dumbstruck.
'Where's daddy going?' I mumbled. Absolutely clueless as I clutched Al's tiny hands.
'He'll be home soon.' she said. Hopefulness in her voice.
Daddy didn't come home more than 10 years later. You were gone mom. You had left this world with a smile because you actually thought he would come back for us. You loved him so much you died because of him.Your heart went somewhere I couldn't reach. Your smile faded away and I never saw it again. But now I guess you're happy with him…wherever you are. I Surely wouldn't have EVER left Winry…or my children. It doesn't matter if they aren't even born yet. I know in my heart I wouldn't leave them. Ever. Not even if the whole world was-I would never worry them like that!
"You won't let me worry, Ed."
He heard in the back of his mind. Suddenly, she was there outside the window. A tall, figure in a soft dress, bright and vivid…
"Winry?" he spoke softly.
"You never tell me a thing, Darling." the soft figure said.
"Darling?" he chuckled as he leaned forward to get a closer look, "You've never called me…No wait…Mom?"
It was her. Gorgeous green eyes and chestnut brown hair. A smile that none but Winry could come second to. "All these years and I still have to force you to confide in me. You can tell me anything. Just because you don't want me to worry doesn't stop me from worrying. You always keep secrets from me."
"Mom I'd never-"
She wrapped her arms around her grown son, a warmth enveloping him as he let himself sink in his shut-in emotions. She kissed his head. "Trust me. I love you Darling."
"I love you too, mom…" he whispered. Letting a small tear safely make it to his cheek.
"Elric?" Gaston's loud voice woke Edward from his temporary daze. Ed's face and teardrop hidden by his long bangs.
"Call me Edward. I hope we find your dad." He happily smiled at him, eyes cherry red and voice breaking, with his trademark grin, looking out the window. This way, He would be able to see his home over the hill side, where his pillar of strength stood, waving him goodbye.
I'm debating on what age Edward should be…18? 22? Idk I like 18, but then I get movie!Ed in my field of vision…so he will be age 20. Not too old but not too young either. My logic…Al is now 18-19 so Mei is now 16...mwahaha.
See because it says 2 years later is when ed and al go off on their own…so Ed should be around 18...BUT it's been a while so Ed's gotten married already, and Al's just gotten to Xing. So yea. Don't forget to review! i'm wondering if i'm possibley getting better at this writing thing...it'll get more exciting as things pick up. There IS a point to the story!
