Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, Gluttony and Envy would have better voice actors, and would be in every episode, and I'd never write a disclaimer for it ever again.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Writers block is a cruel and evil thing. But I was reading and I found my plot, but all my reviewers ran away sobs
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He ran immediately home as the sun crawled up into the sky.
It looks like a beautiful day. How fitting.
He finally reached the automail shop in the small town of Resembol. To his surprise, it was still there and was not in flames. He went inside to find that everything was as it should be and Winry and Pinako still sleeping. A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth as he collapsed on the couch.
The psychics' words still made him uneasy. He understood the past part. True he had no memory of that time, but he heard enough stories to know that there was plenty of loss. He had no clue about the present; he was doing the best he could, that's all anyone could do. What was he doing wrong?
He'd find out soon enough.
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They say if you want to hear God laugh you should tell him your plans. God must have laughed himself dead listening to Alphonse and his brother through the years. But they didn't believe in him, so they never really cared.
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Eventually it was 2:00 and the house had been stirring for quite some time. Winry was in the shop doing repairs and Alphonse needed a walk to help clear is mind, or at least straiten it.
He walked down by the river; Winry said it was his favorite spot. Some things don't change. It was always calming to sit out and listen to the river flow, hear the birds. You could lose yourself in the peace. But Alphonse was good at bringing himself back to reality. From the river you could see a house, well the remains of one. Burnt down four or five years ago, by two brothers, trying to escape their past and lay down their future. Only one returned from that mission. And although he couldn't remember it, he knew that he made a promise to his older brother, to bring him back.
"Break a promise to the dead and they'll haunt you forever. Keep the promise and they'll haunt you just the same."
He said these words aloud, not thinking anyone heard. But someone did, a girl standing on the other side of a tree on the other side of the river. She wore black pants, and a black turtleneck.
She remembered making promises to those who were gone. Her hand touched the back of her neck, rubbing over a tattoo of the oruboros, the sign of the homunculus. She was the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out. Her name was Hope.
A/N: Well that felt good to write. Dog of Teh Military you better write that Envy x Ed fic for me now. Please review, I need them to survive. And this will NOT be Al x OC as of now it is pairingless.