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Edward dragged his feet down the empty hall, that slammed door still rang in the back of his mind. He shouldn't have reacted that way to Alphonse. He knew that Al could be overly sensitive sometimes; he got that trait from their mother. He wondered what his brother was thinking about right now, or why he hadn't answered him. He looked back at how he acted and he groaned thinking about how he should start controlling his anger. But he hated that medicine so much…
He glanced down at his left foot as it was slowly dragging across the wooden floor. The visible metal made an uncomfortable squeaking noise, and when he took a small step, it clanked pretty loudly. He had taken off the casing before he napped, as he usually does, because it was pretty annoying at times.
As he made his way down the hallway, a delicious aroma beckoned him to make his way downstairs. Remembering the time, he realized it was almost time for dinner, and he didn't start his Italian homework yet…
He stopped on the first stair; a sound interrupted his steps. Giggling was coming from the living room below him, and it was incredibly annoying. He could tell one of them was Winry, but his eyebrow cocked in confusion at the other voice. As he tried to contain his tired yawns, he peeked over the guardrail and glanced into the room.
"By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am," Russell started in his handsome voice, "My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee;" he held out his hand elegantly towards Winry and she giggled happily as she grasped it. They both knew that was not part of the play whatsoever, but both of them didn't seem to care as Russell pulled her closer to his side.
"Had I it written, I would tear the word." He finished, flashing a smile. Winry's skin started to flush as she tried to stop herself from giggling. Edward could have sworn he felt some vomit in the back of his throat.
Winry snapped out of the illusion from a love struck, blonde ditz to the talented actress she was, "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words, Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound," but then she paused. She started to insanely laugh again, "Oh crap, I forget what comes next! I hate this scene," she made her way towards the couch to grab the script. Russell came up from behind her and gently grabbed her across the waist, and embraced her,
"'Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?' That's the line, we've been over it for a while," he laughed. Winry started to blush again as she let a small smile escape.
Edward was still on the stairs; he had stopped peeking after Winry had giggled for the millionth time. He was quietly gagging to himself; he hated when Winry had Russell over for dinner, or to practice their mushy lines together. Now he wished he and Al weren't in that argument; half the time they ran as far as they could from that house, probably to Sensei's. At times like these, they were actually glad to be with Sensei.
"Ed, is that you?" Winry gave away from Russell's hold and made her way towards the stairs. Edward was probably gagging too loudly, and he quickly pulled off the delusion of just simply coming down the stairs as soon as he saw Winry's head.
"Ah, yes hello," he trotted down, "I heard your LOUD laughter," Edward flashed the fakest smile in the world. He pretty much felt like an idiot, for he was surrounded by actors that could tell he wasn't amused.
"Well, did you have a nice nap? You were up there for a while," Winry asked as she flipped through random pages of the script.
"Yes, it was rather enjoyable," he lied as he took the last step. His left foot made the loudest noise it could; Edward had an uncomfortable gut feeling as Russell walked over.
"Oh, hi Ed. It's pretty rare to actually find you here," he started, but due to the noise, his curious blue eyes faced the floor where the noise had started. His one visible eye widened at what he saw. All of a sudden, Edward thrust his mechanic foot up higher for more view.
"Yep, there it is, stare all you want." Edward said sarcastically, remembering that his casing wasn't on. His cheeks started to burn a little; for Russell's expression didn't change much.
"Ah, sorry about that, I really shouldn't stare, I…" he politely turned away, as if nothing happened. Winry still stood between the two, wondering if she should butt in or not.
"Yeah, you didn't know, I get that a lot," Edward angrily filled in for him, bringing his foot back to the floor. Winry crossed her arms aggressively at Ed's expression. Edward sighed and ignored her, and he prayed she wouldn't take her wrench out on him after Russell was gone.
Edward shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and made his way towards the kitchen, " So what's for dinner?" he tried to change the subject, for he realized there was an uncomfortable silence still lingering, "Smells good."
"Squash and zucchini casserole," Winry laughed at Edward's 'wtf' expression. She rolled her eyes, "Russell's a vegetarian, and I've decided to become one to, is there a problem?"
Edward still stood there, his mouth agape. Russell tried to sustain a snicker or two.
"What the hell?" Edward started, "Now all of a sudden you don't eat meat! What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"Well, we don't need meat, that's fact." Russell started, trying to keep his voice as polite as he could. His eyebrows rose competively, as if he had beaten Edward in his own game. Ed hated this guy, and he alwayswould.
"We're animals! We eat other animals! It's nature! How can you live without meat!" Ed continued to ramble about his insane love for meat, as Winry and Russell stood there a little perturbed.
"Ed, you just got that sorry excuse from that Futurama episode," Winry interrupted, the tone of her voice annoyed. She grabbed Russell's wrist and gestured him to follow her into the kitchen.
Edward still didn't know what disgusted him more; the fact that Winry and Russell were one of the cutest couples in school, (not according to his opinion by the way) or the fact they didn't eat meat. He sat himself on the couch alone, he had a headache. He needed food, but he swore he would not eat whatever crap they were eating.
Eventually, their long, vegetarian dinner ended. Edward was sitting at the low living room table trying to attempt at his Italian. It was around 7:30 PM; he was in no rush but he was getting tired again. He also wanted to talk to Al and apologize. He wondered why he still hadn't come down. He felt horrible.
Winry and Russell made their way out towards the kitchen; Edward was on the verge to punch Winry's boyfriend in the face if he said one more polite thing to Granny again.
Winry quickly ran past Ed to get her jacket lying next to him on the couch, "Russell and I are going to the mall quickly, want anything to eat?"
Edward sighed annoyinglyas he reached into his pocket. He fumbled for a while, but pulled out a 10-dollar bill, "Get me something from the food court that is meaty…just so I can annoy the hell out of you." He flashed a smile.
Winry rolled her eyes as she quickly took his money from his hand, "You don't need something 'meaty' to annoy me." Russell started to laugh as he slipped into his Abercrombie jacket. As Winry stood with her red zip up, she looked around the room confusingly.
"Is Al still upstairs? I thought I told him to go and wake you up, but he never came back down…" she paused. All of a sudden her eyebrows frowned sharply, and she began to shout angrily at Edward, "What did you say to him!"
Edward dropped his pencil; shocked at first, but then his expression became similar as Winry's, "I didn't say anything! He's the one that comes up and starts acting all emo--!"
The quarreling duo paused, as they slowly glanced over to Russell who was standing with an uncomfortable look in his eye. They had also noticed Pinako had poked her head out from the kitchen due to the noise. Winry smiled cheesily, as she patted Edward painfully on the head,
"Lets have this conversation elsewhere," she grinned, and grabbed Edward's wrist with force, causing him to yelp. As she dragged him past Russell, Edward quietly mouthed 'I hate her.'
Edward and Winry were now standing outside in front of the door. A cold breeze was blowing, and Edward was shivering due to the fact he didn't have his jacket. He hated how it was so calm during the day and that it got very windy as soon as the sun set.
Winry started to hiss quietly, "What are you talking about 'all emo'? Where do you get your excuses!" she suddenly smacked him upside the head.
Edward winced in pain as he rubbed the side of his head. He didn't have anything rude to shout back at her, or even an answer. Did he really say that about Alphonse? He hoped he didn't act like that all the time.
"Sorry," Edward started; Winry's once furious eyes widened. He was apologizing? What was the world coming to tonight? She shook her head, and lowered her anger down a bit. The two paused for a moment, and a stronger breeze began to cross their path. Winry hugged herself warmer, but Edward continued to stand, still shivering a little.
"Winry… how does Al act around you?" Edward finally asked. He sat down on the stone step crossing his arms over his knees. He rested his chin upon them and stared into the empty yard.
Winry continued to hug herself, "He acts like himself. Why?"
Edward paused, still in his position. He answered quietly, "I don't know..."
Winry sighed. She was a little confused; the bond between these two brothers got really complicated at times. She crossed her arms and leaned against the black guardrail, "Well, maybe it's that last letter. I mean, anyone would get at least a little shocked, even people like Al." she simply shrugged.
Edward's eyes widened. His breaths seemed to increase as he stood himself up. He forgot about the temperature outside; he had stopped trembling from the winds. It was as if all the veins in his body were filling with immense heat. He slowly turned, facing Winry in her eyes with a dark stare, "What did you say?"
Winry's face twisted in confusion, "The letter…? Did you not hear me?" Her confused face started to soften into a worried appearance as she noticed Edward's breathing.
All of a sudden, he grabbed Winry's shoulders, and stared her deeply in her cerulean eyes. She thought he was going to shout, but was surprised as he asked quietly, "You knew about those letters?"
Winry silently gasped as she pulled away from Edward's hold, "You mean…you didn't know?"
Edward backed away, and looked as if he were going to fall, but caught himself on the rail behind him. Winry started to shake her head more, "But…"
"Al didn't even tell me…how long has this been going on!" he managed to choke as he interrupted Winry.
She didn't answer, but filled in her last sentence, "He said…that both of you were writing…Granny and I thought…" she stopped herself, wondering if she should continue. She turned around and looked through the small glass window behind her; Russell was still standing near the stairs. Her grandmother had also came out of the kitchen; Winry assumed she was talking to him about mechanics considering he was one of the best in her class.
Edward still hadn't responded in any way, he continued to wipe away the beads of sweat from his flushed brow. All of a sudden he started to laugh, "Ha. No one even trusts me anymore. Not even my own brother…"
Winry hated to see Edward like this. Every time he was really upset, he tried to conceal his anger with laughter, or he pretended to be fine. But he wasn't; She felt terrible at this point; she wanted to hug him and tell him it was all right like his mother did. But she continued to stand uncomfortably as she watched him.
Edward's laughs softened down a bit, as he shook his head slowly side to side. As of now, he was glad he didn't know that everyone around him was communicating with that bastard. He didn't want to be part of it. If his brother, best friend, and even his teacher wanted to associate with that bastard, they could go along with it. And they could all go and see him when he gets back. Edward didn't care.
"I'm going for a walk," he started to make his way down the small steps and run off into the darkness. Winry stood there dumbstruck, trying to hold back a small tear, "You'll freeze!" she yelled down her driveway. Edward continued to run down the path, and Winry sighed. They were out for about 15 minutes. Russell was still inside, and she needed to get her dress for Homecoming. As she turned, she looked up at the window above her, and could have sworn he saw someone quickly turn away from the window in Alphonse's room. Winry's brows softly frowned as she sniffed,
Why Al?
The full moon shone brilliantly that night; the black sky twinkled with the brightest of stars, and the winds had eased down a bit. It was a peaceful night; nightingales sang their songs beautifully though the still air.
Edward ran his fingers across the engraved letters on the stone; they were engraved carefully on smooth stone that glistened in the moonlight. Edward couldn't feel that stone with his right hand; his mother's grave had no touch.
Beautiful flowers bloomed from the earth were Trisha Elric's grave stood. But Edward couldn't see the bright colors, for it was very dark, or smell the aromas, for they were closed.
And he couldn't hear anything. The birds had rested from their tunes, and the Earth was very quiet and calm; no noise settled around him. He was alone; he wasn't sure if he was able to hear his tears fall upon the ground below him.
Edward was kneeling upon the mound, staring upon the smooth stone. He wished it wasn't dark, he couldn't read the lettering of his mother's name. But he knew it would always be there for him. Him and Al. But never for their father.
He had never seen her grave; he had never came within yards of the cemetery. He would never be able to see her, never be able to feel her. She was gone.
Edward slowly reached into the pocket of his pants, but paused. He sniffed a little as his fingers grasped around the brim of that dreadful watch.
Please Edward, go get that watch,
He held it in his palm; the engravings shone as brightly as the stone before him. He was glad at this point he couldn't witness the lion etching on the cover.
It is all I have of him…the watch…Edward forcefully shut his eyes, and tried to sustain his stinging tears. With his lids still closed, he started to open the pocket watch; the hatch clicked open uneasily and the clock itself was actually visible, as the cover lay open.
Don't forget Oct. 3.
But he could never forget, that dreadful day. It was permanent upon the watch. The only thing his mother owned that she could remember their father of, was that watch. And he ruined it, by etching it with a date that should just be forgotten. This watch wasn't meant to hold painfulmemories for himself; it didn't belong to him.
"Mom…I'm sorry…" he sniffed as he placed the pocket watch upon the mound below him. He had saved it for her, and lost something important to him. He glanced at his metal limbs, that had no shine that night; he had recieved them in return from running from his mother to that watch. But he was able to see her last smile...She was happy to know that somewhere in this world, a piece of her husband was still in the good hands of her son.
Should he give it up? She wanted him to have it; she told him to get it. She was on death's door, but yet she wanted it to be saved and cherished. Trisha loved him so much. But he didn't want to own it anymore, he coudln't bear to near it tick anymore.
Edward didn't have any senses that night. He could not hear, nor see, or feel anything. Everything was just silent and cold. His heart screamed for his mother, but it didn't feel warm as it did when he was able to see her; it was cold.
The only thing he was able to see were his still tears fall, and the dreaded etching he carved upon that watch. It rang evilly inthe front of his mindas he left it at the grave.
Mother would tell me anything…Al…why won't you?
