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Chapter 1
Ed looked up from the pages he had so eagerly buried himself in. There had to be something here for him. He had come so close to the philosopher's stone! He wouldn't miss it again. He thought back to the night before, when Lust would have had him conceive one, killing the criminals above. How could he have done that? But then again, after he helped Lust, Envy, and Gluttony, he would restore Al and himself. Then again, would Al have wanted to be restored at the cost of others lives? He didn't know. Lately, Al seemed to be slipping away from him. It was like water, Al was transforming, for lack of a better word, into someone else. And the past day, he seemed emotionless. Well, not emotionless, there was lots of that, how about apathetic? He didn't care because he was so mad. Does that make sense?
Getting up, Ed found his way to a couch. Stretching his arms, his newly fixed auto mail one out of habit, he let out a long awaited yawn. After Al jumped off the roof, he let him have his time. Actually, Winry let him have his time. Ed wanted to run after him, but Winry said it would be best if Al had some space... He would give him a day, but first things first, Winry was leaving.
"Thanks for fixing me up! I'm sorry, I didn't mean break it…"Ed sighed. He was at a train station, seeing Winry home.
"Um that's fine!" She said over exuberantly trying to hide the fact that it was her mistake.
"I'll be sure to pay you back la..."he was cut off by Winry, waving her hands at him.
"No need, no need!" she said beaming at a confused Ed.
"Oh, okay" she sweatdropped.
"All aboard!" called a distant voice.
"Well, I better go..."
"Yeah..." Even Ed was feeling the tension.
"Alright, you be sure to even out with Al. Bye!" She turned away only to turn back around. "Happy Birthday" she smiled with a hug.
There he stood watching Winry run off to a train, amazed at what the day had brought; too many things for his taste. Yeah, he could stand a bit of excitement, but this wasn't excitement, this was complication. He decided to think nothing of it, his mind wandering back to Al. He remembered him saying something of the sort of having his memories made for him. What did he mean? How could you have fake memories, and was it even possible?
Walking his way back to headquarters, he heard crying, big metal rusty way of crying. Alphanose crying!
He turned an alley, to see his younger, bigger brother crying, only that he could not process the tears, merely the noise. Ed eased his way towards his younger brother, only for him to look up.