Chapter two

"Belated farewell"

Lunaris: I'm afraid I don't have much to say. o.o; So, let the next drabble commence! n.n;

A tall silhouette towered over the young boy. He was sore, weak, disabled of uttering a single word. The searing pain peircing through his body was too much to bear. Not only that, but after what he had seen...after having two of his limbs torn away by the gate...it was all enough to render him speechless. All hope seemed to be at loss. After losing the only significance of a mother figure he had, being knocked down without having the capability to get up and fight back...it was useless. Utterly, bitterly useless. At this very moment, he wished for nothing more that to die.

The shadow which cast over his souless vessel seemed to linger there, leaving the boy to wonder what the owner of the shadow would decide to do with him. Perhaps he would be desposed of. Or mabey, by some twist of fate, he would be spared. Who was to know, really? After a few moments, a soft voice, in a gentle tone, projected from the figure.

"Hey...I see you're awake."

It had a feminine sound to it, coated with a sense of kindness. This calmed him down, a soothing wave of warmth and security washing over him. This woman was no threat to him. Could it be who he thought it was?...His eyes slowly fluttered open, vision becoming less blurry, allowing the silhouette to come full into view. She had pale blonde hair and intense azure eyes, which were fixed upon his own violet optics. It turned out that she wasn't who he'd expect to see. So much for high hopes...The boy gave her a puzzled look befor shitfing slightly, motioning to sit up. However, he was quickly brought down with a wince. There was that pain again...it seemed to be tearing at his shoulder...

Clank

What was that? It sounded like the clash of metal...and had a cold, yet smooth texture. He looked at his shoulder, eyes widening in supprise. Where had he seen this before?...His eyes darted to the foot of the bed, where a strange lump resided under the sheets. Tossing them aside, a small gasp escaped his lips as he revealed to himself a second matching prosthetic limb. Now he knew for sure; it was automail. This woman must have attached them to his nerve endings while he lay in a dormant state. If he couldn't have felt any of it, he must have been knocked out cold for certain.

"How does it feel? I know it must be strange at first, but...they really help. Plus, you'll need them."

His head snapped up as she spoke, not knowing how to respond. He simply gave her another glance, followed by silence. Jut as she was about to speak up again, the boy looked at her eye to eye, and replied.

"Where's...where's my mother?..." There was a sorrowful look in his features, now coming close to the verge of tears.

The blonde returned his gaze sypathetically, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She...I'm...really sorry..."

His eyes widened once more in fear. No...she couldn't be...gone, could she? NO! He bolted from the bed, dashing past the woman and out the door. The aching pain still throbbed strongly in his limbs, but he ignored it none the less; running without looking back. After a few more yards down the road, he stopped to check his surroundings. Feilds, pastures, nice homes...where was he? Well, nice scenery set aside, something gave him an eerie feeling, welling in the pit of his gut. Amethyst orbs trailed further into the distance, catching glimpse of a deserted wasteland housing numurous tombstones; a graveyard. A sigh escaped his lips, breath slowing down to an even pace. As soon as he caught his breath, the boy began to sprint off towards the death-infested area.

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"Izumi Curtis" was visibly engraved in stone. As he sat there, silently looking at the grave, all the memories began to resurface...portraying themselves in his mind. The gate. A young blonde boy calling out desperately for his brother. Being born a monster. Everything...

Homunculi are inhuman, unworldly beings; souless, and unfeeling. Yet...he could feel, like any other living person. Fear, languish, anger...

Dark brown locks fell over his eyes, tears lightly staining the soil with the small drops of moisture. All this time...she really was his mother...he always denied it, but now he saw the truth. Even so, nothing could turn back time. Nothing could give him the ability to go back and correct the mistake he had made, for it was too late. She was gone forever; dismissed from this earth he momentarily stood upon.

Wrath fell to his knees, pounding the dirt ground with his fists in a racking sob. "Mommy..." he said to himself in a hushed whisper. Cries soon took over the tranquility of the once quiet graveyard.

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"I think these will look nice." The short-haired brunette smiled, sunlight reflecting on her spectacles.

"Mhm. Hard to believe it's been quite a few years already..." The blonde mechanic responded. Just as they reached Mr.Hughes' grave, Winry came to a breif halt. She sensed someone's presence nearby. Sure enough, she spotted someone seated under the shade of a nearby tree. His hair was messily draped over his face and shoulders, expression hidden underneath the untamed mane. Despite that, after taking a closer look, she soon realized who it was. It was probably the automail that gave him away. It looked slightly damaged...Her guess was that he put a bit of stress into it when he ran off.

"Wrath?...Why so down?" She asked reassuringly. You know, if you come home for a moment, I can fix that up for you."

There was no response. The homunculus didn't even bother to look up at her.

"...Mabey he needs some time alone..." Sheiska said, having just placed the flowers near the tombstone.

Winry looked at Wrath once more, concern in her gaze before sighing. "Yeah...let's go..." With that, they headed back to the Rockbell residence.

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He never got a chance to say goodbye. Or how much he cared. His mind was filled with nothing but emotions of regret for his stubborn, childish ways. The only thing to do was continue living and move foward...but Wrath didn't want that. Now that almost all the homunculi and Dante were gone, he served no purpose. For now, he'd cope with his new home and environmental change. But one day, he'd be reunited with his mother in eternal peace...Back to his birthplace...The Gate.

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Lunaris: Aurgh x.x; It took me quite a while to type that out...At school, I just got an anime club (woot!) and everyone calls me Wrath. xD I naturally look like him, and sometimes have a tad of an ill nature. Pretty strange, ne? Also, sorry for taking so long to update n.n; Please review. Until next time:3