Brother And I
by Alphonse Elric
Brother finally understands. We've been together for so long; together since mum died really, but now, he finally understands.
When we got my body back, we moved out of the dorms because Brother quit the military. We got a small apartment in East City and Brother has been studying alchemy on his own. I do most of the house cleaning and cooking and stuff. Brother says I look good in an apron.
So I take care of the domestic chores and Brother studies and does good things for people. That's what alchemy's all about. Sometimes, Brother takes me with him and we help people together. Most of the time, though, we're at home.
When I'm done with the dishes and cleaning and straightening and sweeping, I can normally find Brother in the study.
I sit with him for a while, but we always end up making our way to the sofa to cuddle. I love the feeling of Brother's hands on my waist, playing with the tie on my apron. But even though we're closer than any two brothers, he still didn't understand.
But he finally does.
Mimi's in my lap right now, a small black and white kitten. Either Brother's too tired from last night to argue, or he's finally realized how good kittens are.
I hope it's the latter. He's leaning against me, his hand on top of mine and this is perfect. This is family. Brother, I, and Mimi.
Only, Mimi's not allowed in the bedroom sometimes.