Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary: Al is back in his own body and everything seems back to normal… except Ed.
Author's Notes: First person PoV with Ed. The chapters are supposed to be short.
Fifth Sin: Wrath
Why?! Why does everyone have to bug me about how I'm feeling? I'm fine! Stop asking! Even Al has begun his round of worrying all over again.
First they ask what's wrong, then when I tell them, they ignore me. Why can't they make up their minds? This is driving me insane.
Winry waved her signature silver wrench at me, ordering me to give her a real answer to her question. Are women ever satisfied? Glaring, I tell her, yet again, nothing is wrong and to drop the subject.
Lucky for me, Al wasn't home right now, something about shopping for dinner. Because what I was a bout to do would have landed me in a heap of trouble.
I picked up my automail arm, the one Winry was currently working on and aimed to throw it at her if she didn't leave me alone.
Two things wrong in this situation. One; I am threatening to throw and damage Winry's handmade automail. Two; I'm aiming something dangerous at Winry. The first more life-threatening to me than the second…
Her eyes suddenly glowed with the intent to kill and maim. Great… my arm isn't fixed yet and I pissed off the only one who probably can. Could this situation get any worse?
From the corner of my eye, I could see Al by the door. Great… now the situation has gotten progressively worse…
My brother watched us a moment before asking what had happened. Winry was the first to open her mouth, yelling at the top of her lungs.
Al simply looked at me and asked what I'd done this time, thinking 'as usual' that what ever happened had to be my fault.
In truth, I wanted to throw the automail at him. Why does everyone think I'm the one causing all the trouble? Rolling my eyes, I told him Winry started it. He shook his head in disbelief and asked again.
This time I couldn't control my anger anymore. Throwing the automail to the ground with a crack, I yelled at him. Yes, I yelled at Al. Winry fell silent while Al just stared blankly.
It was the first time I had truly yelled at my brother when I was angry. And to make matters worse, I continued to raise my voice, at both him and Winry.
I let out all the anger and hate I held inside all this time. Not once did I think about the consequences. I was tired of it.
Tired of all the questions and those worried looks people always give me. They make me sick. Can't people understand? They're treating me like some sort of kid. I wish they would just leave me alone!
I caught sight of my brother's face as my voice began to lower and my feelings fully revealed. My body froze.
The tears in Al's eyes could easily be seen, pulling tightly at my already burdened heart. Damn it! Just then, I wanted to run over and pull him into my arms, whispering thousands of apologies.
The only thing I could do was run away. Everything really is my fault…The stairs were my only escape now.
I didn't want to see my brother cry, especially not because of me. Damn! What's wrong with me? Running into my room, I collapse onto my bed. I should just crawl under a rock and die.
Poor Al! He needs a hug! Hope you liked this chapter, please review.