Hey! Okay, so, I got bored. I made an Alphonse story, too. Meep! Okaaay. This is about Aru, searching for his brother, trying to find a way to get him back over the gate to see him once more. It takes place after the last episode, really. I don't think you'd need to see the movie before reading this. They never showed Alphonse's story after he left, really. All anyone knows is that he left to learn from Izumi- so I'm writing his story! Why? Because I simply adore the little boy. Kekekeke.
Disclaimer: Alphonse rules! Sadly, I do not own him nor Full Metal Alchemist.
"Here is your ticket, sir." A woman in black uniform said, holding out a ticket in her left hand.
Torn and tired golden brown eyes gazed at the fresh ticket being held out to him, lost in space; the voice of a strong whistle echoed around them, snapping the fatigued boy back into state. Quickly, the boy said his respects and moved along, out of the line, and off in a sprint towards his train. It was leaving the station. He begged, pleaded, and even prayed as he pushed his way to the train- making sure to say words of forgiveness along the way.
"Excuse me; Pardon me; I'm sorry."
There it was; the train was almost out of the clearing. A crowd of merciless people stood between him and his ride out of this town. There was no way to get past them in time to jump on the train- for an average person. With a smirk, the boy placed his luggage down beside him, cracked his knuckles, and widely, held out his arms.
"Excuse me." His voice was soft, kind and gentle.
Harshly, he clapped his hands together and placed them on the ground before him. A bright, electric blue flash surrounded him for a mere second- the ground rising underneath him. A small chunk of the floor had been lifted up above and over the crowd, slopping down as a makeshift bridge. Being proud with himself, he grabbed his suit case and ran over the bridge, onto the platform.
"Thank you!" He said, smiling back to the crowd.
The boy tossed his things onto the back of the train, shook his head, and jumped. In mid-air, he grabbed onto the bars around the back door and climbed over them, and stood tall. He sighed with relief; leaned onto the train, slid his back down slowly, and sat quietly.
Heh. Sometimes it was fun to be Alphonse Elric.
That's short, don't you think? I'm sorry but that's how I roll. I'm pretty sure it'll get longer further on. Yay! R&R please!
