Title: Past
Author: Greta Shibuya (former Alphonse Heiderich)
Rating: G
Pairing: EdxWinry (but it's not a romantic fic...)
Genre: General, Light Angst
Summary: Ed remembers about his past.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor any of it's characters. They are owned by the greatest Hiromu Arakawa, and thank god she is much more creative than me to make such a great anime and manga like FMA.
All the fic is on Ed's POV, save the parts in italics.
This fic is not beta-ed... If you find any errors on the english, please feel free to warn me.
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Ever since my mother died, I've developed a bad habit of looking back into my past too much...
The room is filled by children's laughter.
"No, it's wrong, Al! You have to draw the square outside, not inside the circle, see?" the older child said smiling, and the younger looked at the transmutation circle with wonder.
"But... Why is it called 'circle', then, Ed?"
Even thought I was kind of forced to leave this habit by Winry and Al, sometimes... I just sit down on my living room and remember of my past.
"Because... it is a circle?" the older child frowned in thought, and the younger giggled. Taking the chalk out of the older one's hands, the younger started to draw another circle inside the square they had done.
"No, no... What are you doing, this is wrong, we have to erase it and draw everything again." the younger child frowned.
"No, it's right... Why can't we do our own circle?"
"Because if we don't follow the books, everything will go wrong..." the older child pouted, and the younger giggled.
Deep into my thoughts as I was, I didn't hear anyone coming, so I was suprised when I felt arms hugging me by behind. I looked at my side when I felt a chin rest on my shoulder, only to see Winry's happy face looking ahead where I was looking before.
"Ed? What are you thinking about, honey?" she asked with her sweet voice. I smiled, rubbing her arms gently.
"Nothing... Just looking..." I replied, looking ahead again.
"But you were far away from here... You were thinking about something." she asked again with her curious voice. I sighed, she didn't like when I was too nostalgic... She said I looked too sad those times.
"It's... nothing important, really." I felt her arms leaving my waist, and then her hand hitting hard my head. "Ouch! What was that for...?" I rubbed the sore spot, frowning at her. She sent me one of those fake hard looks she reserved for me and my brother only.
"Liar. How awful of you, lying to your own wife. I just hope your children won't be such as liars as you are." she looked back at the middle of the living room, where my eyes were locked just before. "Alice! Edson! Come here, it's tea's time! Uncle Al is here, he bought cookies he made just for you two."
"Uncle Al's cookies!" my little girl exclaimed. My children laughed with happiness, as both stood up and ran to the kitchen, leaving behind the chalks and books they had scathered on the floor. I smiled, following them just behind Winry, who was scolding them about running inside the house.
It's good to remember sometimes... Even more if those memories are of happy times.