Hello again! Oh, so many reviews! And they're all nice ones—no flames! Yet . . .
Oh, and I really enjoyed my B-day, thanks everyone—my little sis got me an FMA calendar and the first DVD! Huzzah!
Anyhoo, it should be noted that I came up with this very short fic while listening to a song. No, dearies, this is not a songfic; I'm just mentioning it because it was a really good song. "Back in his Arms".
Disclaimer: The only things in the world that have ever truly belonged to me are my snakes—who you can't have—and PMS, which, frankly, I would pay you to take away.
Godsend
The subject of religion had always been a bit touchy with the Elric brothers.
Most would say that it was because they were alchemists, scientists, 'little gods of the world' as Mephistopheles had once said. And that may have been partly true; however, to those who knew of their pasts, it was blatantly obvious why the two boys did not believe in God:
Orphaned by the ages of nine and ten; survived a failed human transmutation by the skin of their teeth, one losing his whole body and forced to live as suit of armor; the countless number of times they had nearly been killed—two of which were attempts by religious zealots. And all this by the ages of sixteen and fifteen . . .
One had to wonder how they could ever believe.
Though both boys were undoubtedly atheist, the younger of the two, Alphonse, did not disregard the idea that people believed in a power higher than alchemy as viciously as his brother did. Al could at least accept the fact that different people had faith in different things—Leto, Ishbala, God . . . Equivalent Trade.
To Edward, there was nothing beyond the concept of Equivalent Exchange; no higher power than alchemy. If it couldn't be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt with science, then it didn't exist.
Having faith in something one couldn't see or touch was for the ignorant and naïve.
No. Edward Elric was not religious.
He did not believe in God.
But then Roy Mustang had kissed him . . . He had walked around his desk while Ed was shouting, leaned over, and silenced the blonde with by gently pressing his lips against Edward's. The Flame Alchemist had then brushed past the stunned, blushing Fullmetal, heading for the door; Ed had spun to face his superior, to say something. Anything.
But, for the first time in his life, he couldn't seem to find his voice . . . because, in that moment . . .
He believed that he saw the hands of God.
Done here. Hope you like. Now for reviewer worship.
Anime Freak Girl: -laughs- Sorry. I have a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who is 15 pounds heavier than he should be, so . . . -shrugs- I learned from the best. I'll try to do your request. Maybe as a crack drabble. That okay?
mizukimarr910: Oooo, kinky. -laughs- I'll try to give you something! Thanks.
TokyoKitty16: I love milk, too. My mom is always fussing at me, cause I drink it straight from the carton. Though, all of Ed's friends and stuff are wrong—milk doesn't make you grow any faster than normal. I drink it all the time and I'm only 5'2". I'm shorter than Ed!
Prozacfairy: Boy, you said a mouthful.
Vampirina08: Glad you liked!
littlefiction: Thanks!
Sao: -laughs- You had it right; only one 'm'. And thanks!
inuyashbooklover5188: -gasps- Naughty! You should be doing your work! Though, I'm glad that my fanfic could inspire such an act of deviance. Thank you!
See y'all next time! Bye!
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