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I.

To say that I was pissed was an understatement. I was hurt and betrayed, not knowing the true price that everyone who went to war paid. My brother…Al…was always there for me, pulling me back from the edge. And now….

I sighed, my face in my hands, as I listened to the soft symphony of nature. The twitting of the birds, and the light flutter from the river beside my thinking rock. Yeah, the thinking rock that I had claimed so many years before when we were still young and…innocent you could say.

" Al! If you don't bring my fish back here now, I'll murder you with my bare hands!" I screamed, hearing my brother's mocking laughter as he ran ahead of me, dangling that piece of fish that I just finished cooking. And damn did it smell good.

" Ed, you're so mean. You'll never get what you what in that way brother." Al yelled back, still laughing as I tripped over that unnoticeable rock. Hmmm…funny how I never saw all the different rocks that sudden began to appear along our road.. It was funny how I never noticed a lot of things. Like the way our mother had become even more distant the day Father left. I never noticed the way her eyes would mist over when she saw that photograph sitting on the coffee table of all four of us.

" Al, you little bastard!"

Our mother stood in the background, smiling at our little spat she called them. Her quiet smile turned into that serious mother one. Funny I could never recall her using that before.

" Ed. Don't use that kind of language with your brother, and don't wonder to far guys!"

I turned back to see her smiling sadly, before I turned back chasing after Al. I offered no words of comfort, or any gestures to show that we'd be alright because none were needed. We were always alright.

I finally caught up with Al deep in the woods surrounding our house. He was sitting by a river, sitting on a large rock, trying to catch his breath, when he spotted me tumbling out of the large bush.

" Oh, Ed! This is horrible."

I narrowed my eyes at the half-eaten fish that was still held in his hands. " Well, if you don't like it, then give it back! It's mine to begin with."

Al stared at me confused for a second, before looking down at the fish that he held in his hands. " No, brother, it's not the fish—it's great—I mean we're lost!'

I looked around the dark clearing. By a stream that seemed so familiar, I squinted my eyes in remembrance. " Oh, damn, Al. We're not lost. I know exactly where we are."

Al sent me that half-believing looks before I smiled back almost convincing. " We're out here by my thinking rock!" I walked over to him, honking down to him, a fake smile plaster on my face. It want really a lie, this place was oddly familiar.

After a few moments of thinking, Al turned to me, concern his eyes. " Brother, is mother going to be okay? I mean we're lost, and what if she comes looking for us and she gets lost too? And what if we go hungry and die? Then what? Will mom ever find us?"

I looked at Al, seeing the ridiculous notion of dying he thought was real. " No. You've been listening to too many ghost stories. We'll find a way home." I nodded as if trying to convince myself. " Say, if you're hungry you can eat the rest of the fish."

Al looked at me, shaking his head. " No, I already ate most of it, besides this was—"

" Look, Al," I interrupted, suddenly remembering where we were. " You might as well finish it off. We'll be home soon. Come on, follow me."

Al nodded, complying to my wishes without much argument, which was exactly what I was hoping for. After a little bit of walking we saw a bright light flashing in the distance. Mother's welcoming and beckoning light.

" What do you think it is brother?" Al whispered to me as the trees began to thin out, and our old familiar road came into view.

" It looks like it' s coming from our house. It's a light…Mom's trying to bring us home." Al's face widened into a grin as he tore down the gravel road with me behind him.

Well, I'm thinking that this is a lot OOC, because I barely stay up to watch FMA or bother to read the mangas, so I'll try and get Meagan, (myownlife) the information I need, because she's the expert.

Please review, this is my first FMA fanfic, and I'll make a one-shot between Roy and Ed, or maybe Ed and Al?