Silence...

"To do that, I'd have to admit you weren't human. And for me to do that, I'd have to admit the same of my brother and I can't do that." - Edward Elric

Untitled Days...

The next few days Al and Ed had spent the evenings going through pictures and other things as well. Al wanted Ed to remember as much as possible. And with each memory he remembered, the more his cheerful attitude began to vanish. The Fullmetal Alchemist was slowly coming back to his original state: a semi-depressed and fowl-mouthed teen that had no true home. As the two alchemists sat in the living room, looking through some pictures, Ed finally found one that triggered what was left that he couldn't remember.

The day Ed and Al left and burned their home down, Winrii had taken the opportunity to get a picture of it. Now that Winrii was officially gone, she had left her home to them. The brothers were close now, but right at that instant, when he saw that picture, something snapped. He stood up and dropped the picture, and went walking over to the stairs. He couldn't take anymore. The pain was creeping slowly into his skin, filling him with fear and anger. "Al, I'm going to bed." He muttered.

Al looked at his brother curiously and nodded slowly, though not quite understanding why Ed would go to bed at eight o'clock at night. Hell, Ed was usually asleep at twelve, or one in the morning. Al sighed and watched the alchemist walk up the stairs and disappear into the night. When Ed was gone, he looked back to the pictures and saw the one Ed had recently had in his possession for that short time.

"Is this why he left?" He blinked and stared at it. Al began to become slightly guilty and disturbed. That picture was of their home, the flames raging about. It started to ring in his ears; the truth was finally contacting him. Edward couldn't understand why they burnt their home down. "I suppose I should talk to him…" He muttered and looked at the picture closely. Sighing heavily, he pocketed the picture, and cleaned the rest of the memories back into its box.

When Edward arrived in his room, he was tensed up an unusual amount and so, he decided he'd relax and try to sleep it off. So he stripped down into his boxers and a black tank top, and he sat down on his bed and looked at his hands. "I'm human…" He muttered. "I am…I know I am…but…" Ed trailed slightly off track as the door opened and interrupted him from his thoughts. He looked up and saw Al standing in the doorway. "Ever try knocking, Alphonse?" He said and then lay down. He had his back to Al and was facing the wall.

Al frowned and heaved a long sigh. Looking to the window, he slowly walked in and took a seat at the edge of Ed's bed. "Listen…Brother…" He quietly said. "I have something to explain…" Ed tensed a bit once more and tried getting comfortable. Al sighed and looked down. "That picture of….the fire…that was our house…" He told him.

Edward snorted. He already knew that! "I know that." He told Al. Al looked up and to his brother. "I just don't understand why it was burned down." He said and sat up. Ed showed a look of sorrow. This made Al depressed. He had always hated seeing his brother sad, and this just made it worse.

"Well…uhm…" Al looked for the right words, seeming to fail at every chance he got to remember them. Sighing again, he decided to wait another moment before continuing. "Well…you…erm…we burnt it down because…we were leaving…" He told his brother. Ed sighed.

"You mean to tell me that we burned it down all because of leaving? Weren't we gonna come back?" Ed asked. Al sighed.

"Only for automail maintenance. We were intending to retrieve something we wanted most: our bodies." Al explained. "We left, and we burnt our home down because we didn't want to backtrack and repeat the same mistakes…" Al said while looking down. Al seemed to be holding back tears. "Brother…I'm so sorry!!" He cried out and hugged him. "I didn't want to tell you, it hurts too much!" Alphonse let those pained tears rolled down from his eyes, and sobbed to his brother.

Ed only seemed to stare at Alphonse. "Well home, or no home, then why are we in a home?"

Al looked up, the tears glistening in his eyes. "Well, uhm…." He choked a sob. "Winrii helped us….with that…" That was all Al could really say. Truthfully, he wasn't too sure himself! Either way, they had a home.

"Well, I'm glad we have a nice home. I'd be sad if we didn't." He smiled warmly to Alphonse. "But….if you don't mind, I'd like to go to sleep…" He told Al with a yawn. Ed stretched slightly as Al released Ed from his hug. Alphonse wiped the rest of the tears away and smiled back at Ed, nodding to Ed's choice to sleep.

"Okay, brother, I love you…" He said with a sheepish smile. Ed blushed only slightly to show happiness to that statement.

"I love you too, Alphonse. Sleep tight." The Fullmetal Alchemist replied. With no other words, Al left and made sure the light was off. Al also made sure the door was closed. Ed waited just one more moment before finally laying down and peacefully falling asleep.

The next week, Ed and Al had done a lot of brotherly bonding, filling in more and more of Ed's memory. If Ed was a true human, he'd be able to remember all of this. But if he was a homunculus…

Al shook his head of that thought. His brother WASN'T A HOMUNCULUS! But then why did he have his body…wait, Homunculi weren't suppose to be able to perform alchemy unless they had a human limb from an alchemist. Much like how Wrath was. But that wasn't the point. Ed wasn't a homunculus, and that was final. Al needed to quit thinking so wrongly. It was tainting his mind! Sighing hard, the brothers were walking down the dirt path as they neared the Train Station. Al was showing Ed a few things about the city, and wanted to start with the Station. Also, they planned on going to Central City, so that Ed could "re-meet" the Colonel, err…

Anyways, they were going to go to Central to see Roy Mustang. Mustang was the one who had tried to get Edward into the military, he was the one to discover these boy's alchemical abilities to live through even the worse of alchemy's toll: Human Transmutation. Ed was talkative as they went to the station, ranting about the dreams he had, and the visions and memories that had came back. "…there was this one guy in a blue uniform that always ripped his shirt off. I can't remember the guy's name…" Ed said and went silent, trying to think of who it may have been.

Ed swung his suitcase beside him and thought hard. Al sighed and shook his head. "Major Armstrong, maybe?" He suggested. Ed thought for another moment and grinned.

"Yeah! Major Armstrong. The Strong-Armed Alchemist, right?" He asked. Al nodded and pointed to the station.

"We're here." He announced. Ed looked at the station and smiled.

"Looks familiar." He grinned.

A/N: Believe it or not, I finally got another chapter up. I'm so proud of myself! -Grins- Aren't you too? Eheheheheheheh...