Sorry about missing an update again. Spent the last couple days doing nothing but college applications, and I'll probably spend the next couple of days doing nothing but art for Schoolastics and moving into out new house on Monday. So busy, but here's the drabble for you kind patient people.
Theme: Break Away
Characters: Ed, Al
Summary: You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.
Verse: Manga/Anime
Word Count: 419
Ashes to Ashes
"Ed, are you sure we should be doing this?" the now armored bound Alphonse asked. The question felt like an ironic echo to what had happened right before the two brothers ended up in their god forsaken states, but this time Ed didn't have any doubts. He'd give his life to make sure the younger boy got back what was lost, and he didn't want anything to get in his way.
"Yeah, we've been through this. Although I wont stop you if you want to stay, it's my mistake to fix, after all," Edward said, but Al quickly shook the helmet that constituted as his head.
"And we've been through his already. I'm coming, it's both our mistake," he said confidently, and the older boy nodded slightly, a small smile on his face. He wasn't sure how he could still smile after everything they had lost, but he was.
"Then let's get this show on the road," he said, heading over to the small fire place in the living room. Quickly getting a fire going, he transmuted a large stick, spreading the flames around as his brother watched, until they were on the outside of the house. The heat from the ever growing inferno almost caused Edward to hesitate, but he managed to over come the subtle regret and throw the still flaming stick onto the side of the house before taking a few steps back.
Well, this was it. The fire was growing faster than either boy had imagined it would, and soon they could see flames breaking through the top story windows, and started to wonder how much longer would it be safe to stay and watch their home burn. Well, it wasn't really a home anymore, which is just what they wanted. No temptation to come back and wait out the rest of their miserable lives in their half-human states.
Turning around, the two brothers began walking away from the burning remains. Neither looked back, as if afraid that they would state to have regrets and try to stop the already raging fire if they did.
There wasn't any turning back now, but the brother's didn't feel free in the least. No, they felt the most chained then they ever had in their entire lives. Chained to the promises they made to fix what was obviously something larger than either could comprehend. It was the only thing they could do now though. They'd taken the first step, and all that was left was to move forward.
