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.
Sixth Sin: Pride
I haven't spoken a word since that day. Three whole weeks. Mustang has threatened to take my state alchemist title if I didn't get back to normal.
He can keep it for all I care. I don't want anything to do with the military anymore.
Al has been ignoring me for the longest time. I deserve it though… for yelling at him like that. Winry hasn't said anything to me either, but she does that every now and then. My main concern was my brother.
With the sheets wrapped tightly around me, I gaze over at Al's empty bed. Though we share a room, he's managed to avoid me for the past few weeks.
I want so badly to apologize, but I'm scared I might say something wrong and only make things worse.
A knock at the bedroom door asks permission to enter. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to see anyone. Even without my permission, the door opens and Al walks in, eyes never in my direction.
He heads over to the desk by his bed to look for something, probably a book to read. Every once in a while, glancing over to see if I was watching him. I pulled the sheets over my head to avert his eyes.
I could hear the floor creek as he left the room and the door click closed. Tears threatened my eyes, but my pride won't let them fall.
Hiding my face in the pillow, I wish my brother would come to comfort me like he always does. When he did that, it felt like whatever had gone wrong never happened.
Damn pride, why can't you allow me any emotions? …Maybe because pride is my true sin… A single tear falls as if it was an answer to my question.
The door creeks open once more, but I can't see who it is because of the sheets over my head. Somewhere in my mind, I kind of hope it to be Al.
The footsteps make their way to the bed while a hand is placed on my covered head. Strangely, I could feel from under the sheets the roughness of the stranger's head.
I pull the sheets away for a moment only to find that damn Colonel Mustang sitting beside me on the bed. My first thought was to punch his lights out, but the look on his face stopped me in my tracks.
Mustang's eyes held genuine worry about something. Maybe…Ya, right… like the almighty Colonel would worry about me. He kept silent for a little while, then asked if I was going to be ok.
Great… more questions. I give him my usual answer, a nod. Mustang nodded in return. Wow, someone actually took that for an answer this time.
Yet, for some reason, lying to Mustang made me feel really guilty. Like it was the worst sin I could have ever committed. Why?
Out of no where, Mustang pulls me against his chest with one strong arm, gently resting his head against mine. Whispering something that broke the very walls of steeled pride that held back my tears.
I LOVE the ending to this one!! Only one more chapter left.