Brothers
AL
I have often watched on these long years, my brother. His breathing even, now then he would twitch from some dream. The squeaking of his auto mail was heard now and then. He had once again forgotten to oil it. Brother often did when we did missions. Ed thought it would be a short cut gonging though the woods. And now we were lost. Still I would follow him, watch him, and protect him no matter the path.
Yet, for as much as I love my brother, some deep down part of me hates him. Hates him for making live in this metal shell of a body. Feeling nothing, no pain, no touching, the smell of the forest, or the feeling of anther human being. I do hate my brother. Part of me wish he had left me at the gate, I remember nothing but a void and darkness… And now we seek a stone, to restore our bodies. I wonder if Ed seeks the stone out of guilt
For now, all I can do is watch over him. I both love and loathe my brother at the same time. Then do to this I realize even in my shell of armory, these feeling are my own and make me Human?
Ed
I see him, watching me from the other side of the flames. The light reflecting from his metal body softly. His gaze just sets on me like some weight. Guilt flows into my head, I turn from the flames and light. Tears threaten from the corners of my eyes, but like always, I push such feeling deep into my heart. Guilt is the word the rules our search, mine at least. Guilt over my little brother and the crime I had done to him. And what I had done to him out of a selfish wish to see our mother again. I had paid with an arm and a leg, which can be replaced with auto mail. Al had paid with is very body, and almost his soul. But in these 2 years of search, never once has he said anything to me about it.
No words of angry, nothing of guilt from his side.
There are times like these, when he watches me as I sleep, I feel some hate from him. Then like me, he pushes it away, like do my guilt every day and night. This is why I search for the stone. And all we seem to find is fucking dead ends. One more useless rumor after the other. Guilt still is the driver for the search. And in all this I wish Al would say something to me out of anger, hit me, yell at me! Something other then say ' Brother'' with some undying love! I known he hates me in some way! How long can we both keep going like this?
Next Day
Ed got up, blowing his blond hair from his face. The young Alchemist stretched out his back, blinking whatever sleep he could for his eyes. All words this motion made him look cute. Al fought back laughter, knowing how older brother who react to such a thing being said to him
' You ready to go Al'' Ed turned, looking back at him.
' Yes Ed, we should head north.'' Al replied, looking down at the map.
Ed nodded, making sure the fire was out for once and all. Sunlight poured into the forest floor, birds singing, fresh air filled the oldest brother's lungs and the youngest look at his brother.
'Ed'' Al said, his voice. Ed turned to his brother. ' I hate you for what you did.'' Al lowered his gaze to the earth. The Full metal Alchemist was put into some shock for a passing of a heartbeat
'I know Al, and I feel guilty for what I did Al.'' his voice holding sorrow. Al looked up at his brother, seeing the blond hair covering his eyes. ''I still love you too Ed'' he whispered. Ed looked up, and smiled though his tears, nodding.
'Lets go Al, we got a lot of ground to cover!'' he said, with his usually hyper tone. Al smiled inside. Both the brothers set out again, looking for the stone.