Forever I Am Yours
Authors Note: This is my second fanfiction. It's an FMA fanfic and I hope you like it. Please leave reviews and blabadi bla bla.
It started on the day brother and I tried to bring mom back. Everything went havoc and nothing we expected to happen happened. Irony filled the room like a hazy smoke, but only brother could see it. I opened my eyes, and watched brother scream in horror, before they closed on me forever. The next thing I knew I was staring a suit of armor down in the mirror. It was all a horrible nightmare to me, until I saw brother cringing on the floor in a pool of crimson blood. His eyes were shut tightly in grimacing agony and he was rolled up in a ball, whimpering. I'd never seen my brother in so much pain, and surprisingly enough, I wished I was in his position. My poor beloved brother.
Something inside instructed me as I wrapped my brother up as much as I could before I carried him to Winry's house to get help. By the time brother woke up, I was sitting in a dark corner, waiting for Edward to come acknowledge me, and tell me it was my fault for not saying no. If I had said no he wouldn't have to go through so much pain. When he went to sleep, I took a small cloth and cut two small hearts into it. Stuffing a cotton ball inside I asked Winry to help me sew the hearts together and I wrote my name on one side and Edward's on the other, then, while he had his eyes closed, I slid the heart into his hand and went outside.
Edward never mentioned the heart. He got automail to replace the limbs he lost while reviving mom and almost instantly took me back to the books to study. Sometimes, when we were alone, he'd take me out back and we'd sit in a tree together and tell made-up stories that just randomly popped into our heads. Brother was hurt, but he didn't want to show it, he wanted me to know he was there for me. But I wanted him to know I was there for him. "I remember this one story, about two kids who stayed outside when it rained and inside when it was a beautiful day. On beautiful days they would go and read with their mom, who read old books that their daddy left behind, about princesses and princes growing old together." I smiled, this was the most famous story of his. He told it even before mom died. "But one day, their mother had to go. They didn't have a say in the matter and were forced to stay home all alone and wait for her. She never came back. They waited and waited for her home-made cookies on the beautiful days. When one got sick the other would have to nurture him to health because mom wasn't there. The days grew dark and cold, daddy never came back and everyone said mom went to find him. Everyone contradicted themselves until the day the two boys gave up. They said, 'We don't need her! We have each other!' And the days warmed again, but this time with love. And they didn't need her after all."
Brother had a point about all of this, but there was something new. The story was longer now. He had turned it into our lives. We had each other. I climbed out from under the tree and looked at my brother. He was still sitting in the tree, holding tears back, watching the leaves. "I'm sorry brother." I whispered, and he turned over and shook his head. "No, no, no. Please don't say that, Al! Nothing is your fault. Don't apologize like it is." He got up and grabbed my hand, tugging me back to the house. "We need to study. No more of your silly nonsense." I wish I could smile, but I can't and it's the worst curse to set upon a kid my age. "Thanks, brother." He nodded, as if he didn't want to talk any longer, and went back to the books. We started sparring, so we could both fight when we needed it, and planned our trip to leave. "We have to get your body back." Brother pestered my guilty conscience day in and day out. "I won't live with a suit of armor. I want my baby brother back." I nodded, finally, and we gathered our stuff to leave. Winry told us it would be horrid without us around but after a lot of boring talking, we convinced her it was best. "I promise we'll be back." I whispered to her while Ed was saying bye to Pinako.
After boarding the train to Central, I stared out the window the whole ride. Ed had snuck a few alchemy books into his suitcase so he could study anything more if he needed. He told me a secret, one I was to tell no one of, and I swore to him I wouldn't tell a soul, but today, I'll tell you. No circles are needed for my brothers alchemy. He says he saw 'the Truth' and denies any questions about it. He says he won't cause me trouble by forcing me to listen to his blubbering. Then he asked me if I had any secrets I wanted him to know. Silence passed between us for a few moments and I finally shook my head. "Nothing." He looked sorrowful for a minute. As if he'd been knocked down a few rungs on the social ladder for hiding from his brother. "I mean... there's nothing that I can think of right now." I quickly added and he nodded, as if he approved.
When we finally made it to Central, my brother whisked me off to Military Headquarters so he could talk to Roy Mustang.