Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Changed to teen: For Ed's mouth and sexual references
Pairings: Various – My favorites being featured most often. :3 Yeah, I'm biased. Sue me.
Fine Lines
Words: 158
Ed had begun to resent all the adults that had ever been in his life. They either treated him like a child- innocent, naïve and uninformed as to the cruels of the world, or like some sort of broken doll, holding him carefully and speaking softly as if to try and mend him. He hated when they had pity in their eyes, as if he needed it. Edward Elric didn't need anyone's pity or protection. He had seen things no one should ever be allowed to see and was more informed than any boy his age- but he didn't need to be fixed, because he wasn't broken, either.
Anyone who knew him would tell you that even if he needed help, he would never admit to it. All they could do was smother their pity and try speak to him as an adult, while silently praying that he might become one. Because no one had ever told him that it would ever be this hard.
Remember
Words: 153
As a child Al had heard a song on the old radio their mother had brought home from the city, tune tinkering through the dusty speakers. He and his brother would gather around it every morning, sitting cross-legged on the rug and listening to radio shows. He had never learned the name of the song, or the talented man who sang it's words, but it hit him hard somewhere, hearing it again after all the years, the complex, sentimental lyrics panging a place deep inside him as he finally understood their meaning. He stopped outside the shop, leaning close to the radio once more, straining to hear the song he hadn't heard since his mother was alive.
"Remember is a place from long ago- remember when you're sad and feeling blue."
He suddenly felt very sick as images of his mother's death flashed through his mind. Some things aren't meant to be remembered.
Home
Words: 124
They had agreed they wouldn't shed a tear as they watched the glowing flames slowly devour the only home they had ever known. Al watched from his armor as his brother bit his lip and turned around briskly, marching down the path without looking back.
"Come on, Al. Let's go." He said in a voice that threatened to crack. "We have nothing to tie us here anymore."
Al didn't like to believe that, because mom's grave was there and Winry and Auntie Pinako were still there, as well, and he knew Ed knew it too. It just made things more final, somehow, to know that now their past was smoldering, allowing a clean slate and a chance for new beginnings.
At least, that was the theory.
To be continued. Whoa. Elricentric this time around. I try to keep things more spread out, but this sorta happened on accident. There is method to the madness! Somewhere!