Everything has a Price
Chapter Two, "Nothing at All"
Edward quickly slipped on his jacket and boots and was out the door in less than three minutes. He was three hours late because he had slept in. Would his brother still be waiting for him at the library? Somehow he doubted it. At least, he never would have waited that long. He would have come back to the hotel room and created a scene, scolding his brother for being so irresponsible.
A smirk touched his lips.
Alphonse? Irresponsible? That seemed hardly possible. His brother was probably one of the most responsible people that Edward had ever met, surpassing most of the adults he had ever known in all of his life. If anything, it was Edward that was the irresponsible one. But even then, Alphonse seemed only to look up to his brother. He didn't scold him, even when he was irrational. That was one of the things he loved most about his younger brother.
Edward skid to a halt, eyes widening. He turned around andretraced his steps until he came back to an open grocery shop. Inside there was a young woman, dressed all in white. Her longblack hair was a flowing curtain around her, framing her delicate face perfectly.
She looks like... that woman from last night, Edward thought, staring at her in shock. Almost immediately he forgot that it was raining, and that he was in a rush. But that's impossible...
"I'd like to purchase these," the woman said softly. She put a fair-sized basket on the counter in front of the store owner.
"What are you looking at?"
Edward jumped suddenly. He spun around to face a man, who was not too much older than himself. He had shoulder length black hair that was lazily tied back, and pale grey eyes that seemed to be clear. They were the sort of eyes that just seemed to be able to gaze at a person, and see more than they should have; they could see deep into a person's heart, know things about themat a single glance than most people would. He wasn't dressed richly, but then again, he wasn't wearing clothing for a poor man. They were simple. Something that wouldn't be easy to spot in a crowd. His height helped with that, too; he was barely an inch taller than the blonde, at best. Except for his eyes, he didn't appear to be anyone special.
"Uh.. n-nothing," Edward stammered, peeking at the woman from the corner of his eye. She was paying for her groceries now. "Nothing at all."
"I should hope so," the man said. He placed his hand on his hips. He looked over to the woman and called out,"Satsuki-san, are you done?"
"Uh-huh!" she cheerfully replied.
Edward shook his head and walked away. That was strange, he thought. She looks just like that woman from my dream.
"Edward, what's your price?"
Price...? he wondered. Does something like freedom even have a price?
"Oniisan!"
Edward was abruptly jarred from his thoughts of the woman dressed in white by his younger brother's voice. He blinked, and peered at all of his surroundings. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he was finally at the library, dripping rain water onto the carpet flooring. He smiled sheepishly when he noticed the glare that the librarians were giving him.
"Oniisan..." Alphonse gave a sigh that rang through his metallic body. "Why didn't you grab an umbrella?"
Yes, it's me again. No, I haven't given up. I hope that you enjoyed it, Angel/sasukegirl... and whoever else might be reading this.