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In a parallel universe, I would own FMA, and Hughes would have miraculously survived...
Chapter 1. One half of a whole.
Al stared out of the window, his armor clinking against the glass. He knew that there wasn't much of a chance of seeing brother come back, but he couldn't help but hope. When would Ed be back? He had been gone a long time now…leaving only the vaguest of notes.
Al, I'll be back in two weeks,
I've found a lead to getting your body back. Don't get in trouble
Edward Elric
It had been a month. The early January wind whistled forlornly around the house, blowing stray leaves around the yard. It was lonely without brother around; Al sighed, and turned to look out the window again. His eyes lit up as he eagerly watched a car arrive, and dimmed, realizing the figure was too tall and had short, black hair.
Colonel Roy Mustang stepped out of the car. The house looked sad, with a tree, emptied of leaves outside the house. The clouds cast a shadowy pall over Resembool, and Roy prayed for rain not to come. Unfortunately, his prayers went unanswered, and a downpour started as the Colonel walked up the worn path to the door. Really, what had Ed been thinking, going off alone and leaving his brother here. Should'nt he have been more sensible? Well, knowing Ed…no. "Tap, tap." The door opened quickly with a slight creak. "Hi Colonel Mustang!" Al's voice echoed off his armor strangely, but Mustang was used to it. "Hello, Al. Is your brother back yet?" Al's face fell-even though he was armor, and replied. "No…I was hopoing you would have some news of him. Has he reported back in Central recently?"
"I wish, but that pipsqueak hasn't been reporting back since November." He sat down in a chair near the window with a sigh, just as Winry poked her head out from the stairwell. "Oh! Hi Colonel! What brings you here? Is there any news about where Ed is?" At her last question, her forehead wrinkled a bit with worry. The Colonel forced out a smile, and explained,
"Actually, no, I'd come here to see if Ed had come back."
Winry plunked herself down on the sofa opposite from Mustang, and stared out the window. "If that idiot comes back with his automail all busted up, he'll have a permanent wrench dent in his forehead. Al giggled for a moment, but it only made the resulting silence louder and more awkward, the only sound being the rain. Breaking the weird silence, Mustang coughed, and leaned forward. "I think you should tell me the circumstances about when he left." Al started to explain. "It was a few months ago, after the mission you sent brother on. We came back to Resembool because he had broken his automail again. I thought we were only going to stay for a few days, but we ended up hanging around for a few weeks. I didn't mind, but I asked brother why we were staying so long. He just looked away and said he didn't have any more leads for the philosophers stone. That night, he left, but we, or me and Winry, didn't realize it until the morning."
Mustang frowned. "Did he leave anything behind?"
"Yeah, most of his clothes, and a note."
"Show it to me, please-the note, I mean."
"here."
Roy scanned the crumpled piece of paper Al had given him, and was slightly bemused. It was short, precise, and on quick scrutiny, seemed impeccable, but seemed…fake. IF he had told Al he did'nt have any leads, why did he say he had found one in the note? And, why'd he leave his clothes? Two weeks were a pretty long time to go without a new shirt, although he could transmute new ones. Still, the note didn't feel right. He put the paper down, and stood up.
"Thank you Winry."
"No problem, sir…but Colonel, do you have any idea where Ed is?"
Roy hesitated, uncertain whether to answer. He did have an idea, but…
"I'm afraid not. I'll be in Central, trying to track him down. Please contact me if he shows up."
As he turned to leave, his morbid thoughts bubbled to the top of his mind. Because all the signs pointed to the conclusion that the Fullmetal Alchemist was dead…by his own hand.
If the last sentence made no sense, sorry...I couldn't think of any other way to put it
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