Al's-best-friend: I can't believe I'm getting so many reviews! Thanks Reviewers!
Terri: Don't get too cocky.
Al's-best-friend: Why not?
Terri: Because I'll have to listen to you.
Al's-best-friend: Whatever. Anyway, let's hope this chapter isn't too short (like Ed).
Terri/Disclaimer dude: We've been through this sooooooo many times. Al's-best-friend doesn't own FMA. Got it?
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
"No, no, no, no!"
"Please!"
"Nope."
"Come on!"
"Not going to happen."
"I hate you!"
"I love you too Terri."
Marla and Terri were in a middle of a fight or a yelling match. Terri wanted to get up and try to walk on his new legs. Winry told him that would not be a very smart idea because he would still be sore from the surgery yesterday. Marla, who didn't want her brother to be in pain so soon, insisted that he stay in bed until Winry said it would be okay to try to walk.
"You are so mean."
"I'm just looking out for you that's all."
"…"
"Terri?"
"…"
"Don't act like this Terri. Oh, by the way, are you still sore?"
"Maybe a little." Said Terri looking down.
"I'll go ask Winry if she has any more pain killers." Marla said while getting up from her chair by Terri's bed and running out into the hall.
Terri sighed. He was supposed to taking care of Marla but instead she was taking care of him. Terri, who was deep in thought, ran a hand through his messy, black hair. He had taken his hair down not too long ago. His hair now reached down to his shoulders.
Marla then ran back into his room. "Sorry brother, Winry said she doesn't have anymore but she's going to the store to get some more……Terri…..hello, are you listening to me?"
It was no use, when Terri was thinking and he was in his own little world.
(A/n: Terri's flashback.)
I made my way to the back of my house. In the room, to the left of the backdoor, my littlest sister lay on a bed sicker than I had ever seen her before. I didn't dare go in that room because I was afraid I might catch whatever Anna has. My parents were standing outside the room talking in hushed voices. My mother had tears running down her face and kept looking at the closed door that led to Anna's room. My father kept running his hands through his hair. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Marla walking down the hallway in her nightshirt dragging her teddy bear behind her.
"What's going on brother?" Marla said looking at our parents with a frown on her face.
"Come here Marla," I said. She walked over and I picked the little six-year-old up.
Our parents stopped talking and father walked over to us. He knelt down and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Terri," father said in his deep voice, "whatever happens I want you to promise to take care of your little sister for me okay?
"Why dad, are you, mom and Anna going somewhere?"
By Anna's door mother started coughing.
"We…..well…..you know Anna is sick right? Dad asked.
"But you said she would get better." Marla said.
"Well…." Dad began until mom started coughing even louder, her body was shaking.
Dad ran over to mom and helped her walk to the nearest chair.
Back them I was nine and Marla and Anna were six. A year later both of my parents got sick and all three of them died. I've been taking care of Marla after that happened just like dad told me. Three years later we tried to bring Anna back and failed.
Why?
Why did this happen to my family?
How could this happen to my family?
"Do you think he's dead?" Al said jokingly as he looked at Terri who, at the moment, was still in deep thought.
"When brother is thinking you just have to wait." Marla explained to Al while poking Terri on the side of the head trying to get his attention.
"Does he do this often?" Al asked turning to face Marla.
"What…..." Marla asked too busy with poking Terri in the head to listen to Al. She was now poking her brother so fast that her finger looked like one big blur.
Al repeated his question.
"Yep," Marla said while still poking Terri at unbelievable speed, "sometimes it takes over two hours to catch his attention."
"What causes him to think so much?" Al asked.
Marla stopped poking Terri and looked up at Al with her big, green eyes.
"I would rather not talk about that right now if you don't mind Al." Marla said in a soft voice. She knew what was causing Terri to zone out so often and didn't feel like telling Al right now. 'I might tell him about our past later,' Marla thought, 'maybe …….'
Right then Terri 'woke up' from his thoughts to see Marla and Al staring at him.
"Why are you two staring at me and why does my head hurt?" Terri asked as he started to rub the side of his head where Marla had been poking him.
Marla chuckled thinking it was funny that Terri actually didn't notice her hurting his head. "You zoned out again Ter." Said Marla using the nickname she called him when she was little.
"So……,"said Terri, not caring that he had zoned out once again, "can I start walking now?"
Marla's face turned red, "DIDN'T I JUST SAY NO!"
"……Maybe…." Terri said weakly because of his fear of his sister's wrath.
"You are so….so….Terri-like!" Marla said failing to find a word that described his behavior.
"I try my best to be."
Al watched from a safe distance. 'They're weird,' He decided, 'but I think they're okay.' 'What could cause Terri to zone out and why didn't Marla want to talk about it?'Al wondered.'Oh well, everyone has their own secrets.' Al thought about himself and his brother. 'If they want to tell us that's great but if they don't that's okay too.'
Al's-best-friend: So, how did you like it? It is my longest chapter yet! –sigh- That's pretty sad. I promise the story will not always be gloomy, it will get happy!
Terri: It better be getting happier, I'm sick of being the 'sad' character.
Al's-best-friend: The 'sad' character?
Terri: You always make me sad!
Al's-best-friend: Just recently!
Terri: You are such a drama queen.
Al's-best-friend: Remember to review or (pulls Winry's wrench from back pocket) I will be forced to take action!
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