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Previously:

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.

Chapter 2

"Go away!" Shouted Al.

"Please Al, talk to me. Don't run away, at least let me understand why you're upset. I have a right to know what I did." He said it in a rushed tone.

Al looked at him, tense, then relax with a sigh. "Fine..."

"What did I do, Al?"

"You should know! You did it!"

"If I did, would I be asking?"

Al opened his mouth to argue back, but merely closed it knowing his 'brother' was right.

"Tell me what happened..."

And with a sigh, Al began his story... "And so, he said that you can give me fake memories." He finished with a sniffle.

"Al, no." Ed said, shaking his head. "He was just messing with your head!"

"Then what was it you were going to tell me! You said you were afraid to how I'd react!"

"Is that what you thought I was going to tell you?"

Al swallowed with a nod.

"No. I was going to tell you that... that when Mom was on her deathbed, she told me who... who our father was. But it wasn't that!"

"What!"

"Yeah, but didn't mess with you're memories, you were honestly young. That's why you don't remember some things, like yesterday and the cakes!"

Al eyed him, only to find a truthful Ed. "Then who's are dad?" he asked cautiously.

"Alex Louis 'Armstrong'."

"You mean the Arm strong Alchemist!"