Naoki07 here. Welcome 'I'll Be Home for Christmas', my first and last entry in the Fullmetal Alchemist category. I hope all of you enjoy my Christmas story. Please feel free to leave any comments/questions, but I AM THE MORTAL ENEMY OF FLAMES. Leave behind any kind of review, BUT DON'T FLAME ME. PLEASE DON'T CONFUSE A 'REVIEW' WITH A 'FLAME'.
This was inspired by Jim Carrey's 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas', 'Jingle All the Way', and 'I'll be Home for Christmas' by Steve Tyrell. The last source of inspiration on this list is this fic's theme song. Please enjoy, and DON'T FLAME ME. Unless you want me to whip out my lovely husband Kilik...
DISCLAIMER: NAOKI07 DOES NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, 'I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS', OR STEVE TYRELL. So don't attack unless you REALLY want to waste your time...
It is the day before Christmas. Families are joyous, laughter is in the air...people are merrily strolling throughout the streets without a care. Gift bags, Christmas carols, wish lists and Christmas trees...there is so much to see, so much to believe. Smiles are abundant, shoppers are triumphant...laughter is in the air, and it is a lot of fun to share. Blankets of snow are covering the ground, and so there are a lot of smiles to go around. The snow is quite a miraculous sight to behold; it's cold, but endlessly enchanting, or so I've been told. The winds are cool and crisp, the skies are bright with bliss...this is a day the world will miss-
"Will you quit with the narration already? Sheesh!"
"Come on, big brother. Don't be such a scrooge. Give me back my paper!"
"We've got more important things to do, Al. You can't waste your life pretending to be some stupid narrator. I mean, come on. This is a day the world will miss? Endlessly enchanting? Gimme a break!"
"You're just angry because I'm poetic, and you're not."
"Poetic? Is that another word for 'cheap'?"
"The word 'cheap' isn't suitable for my talent, big brother. I do know a perfect word for you, though."
"Say it and I'll make you regret every breath you take, little brother. Come on, say it!"
"There is a certain Scrooge in the house, a lost soul that refuses to bask in the warmth of the season. Are his shoes too tight? Is he too short? Whatever the reason-"
"THAT'S IT-YOU'RE DEAD! I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE MY BROTHER!"
The two brothers threw themselves into a playful brawl. The younger one, who bore the name of Al, had luminous brown hair and a soft pair of gemstones; the older one carried the name of Ed, and he had his own aura of luminosity about him. His eyes were a fierce yet gentle shade of brown; they held the ferocity of a million lions, but that ferocity was met by the warmth of a pure sunrise. His hair, which was kept in a braid, met the beauty of his eyes perfectly. He enjoyed the brawls he shared with his little brother, and Christmas time was a perfect time to make memories. Both of them were in the middle of a Christmas tree lot...
"Awww, is widdle Eddy Weddy mad because he doesn't have a poetic bone in his body?"
"STOP MAKING FUN OF ME, OR ELSE...OR ELSE I'LL DRESS YOU UP AS A GIRL AND GIVE YOU TO ARMSTRONG!"
"NOOOOOOOO! YOU WOULDN'T, DEAR BROTHER OF MINE! DON'T SUBJECT ME TO SUCH TORMENT! I'M TOO YOUNG!"
Both of them were accompanied by two of their dearest friends: a young girl with bright yellow hair, and a tiny old woman, who looked as if she could knock the wind out of a grizzly bear. The young maiden nudged her companion gently, and released a soft sigh of frustration. She looked as if she had been forced to sit through the worst train ride imaginable.
"We're never getting a tree, are we?"
Her companion shook her head. "Getting a tree we are not, my young friend. Stuck, we are."
-I hope you all enjoyed this first entry. PLEASE NOTE THAT I DON'T OWN YODA, OR ANYTHING ELSE RELATED TO STAR WARS. In case you haven't noticed, Al isn't in his robot form; he's in his true form. Would you like to know why? You'll find out...AT THE END!
Theme song for 'Memories': 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer' by Tony Bennett