Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
A/N: I wrote this after my friend KK told me about an analogy she heard about lefties being better than lefties (because she is, in fact, a lefty) and being a righty, at first I despised the whole idea and wouldn't even let her say it to me. But then when she said it, not only did it sound painfully familiar (so when she said, "I made it up, honest!" I said, "No fucking way, you freaking dumb ass. You did not, we all know." but I'm pretty sure she honestly believes that she did.) but it also reminded me so much of FMA I wanted to shout for joy! So since I don't know the actual quote, I'm gonna just quote her :P Haha.
"This is my analogy for why lefties are better than righties,"
"Don't even talk to me,"
"No! Listen, lefties are always looking ahead, to the future, but righties are always stuck looking back, into the past."
"That makes absolutely no sense."
"When you're writing, because righties can only see the words they've already written, but lefties cover up what they've written and look ahead to where they're going to write."
"That's so stupi – Hold on! Say it again!"
-a conversation with KK and Maya :)
VII
Edward's hand shook like a leaf, and his scowl grew rapidly in its intensity. Eyes narrowed and brows drawn he contemplated the slip of paper before him with a single mindedness that was almost frightening. His scrutiny was mind blowing, and he glared at both his hand and the paper in turn, willing them to somehow come to an agreement and work together.
No! He had to do this himself. No – this was his punishment, his retribution, the very start of it – this was just one of the hurdles he would have to clear before he reached his final goal.
All he had to do...
It wasn't even hard. How could he expect to get Alphonse's body back for him if he couldn't do the simplest of tasks? He was pathetic. This was ridiculous.
He couldn't even...
What a waste of time. On second thought, who the hell needs this? Edward frowned tremendously at his own quivering limb before slamming it on the table and dragging his flesh fingers through his blond locks in frustration.
Sighing, he admitted defeat. He would need this. Especially if he wanted to fix Al.
First he had to...
Damn it! Damn it all to hell!
Honestly! He felt like a toddler, bumbling over himself. At breakfast he'd spilled food on his shirt, in the living room he'd accidentally broken a cup, and was it too much to ask that at least today he should have one thing go right.
The most important thing too, he reminded himself. He couldn't always just clap away their problems, if he wanted to make and sort of ground he was going to need this.
Edward's golden eyes hardened in determination.
Al needed him.
All he had to do was...
There.
With a happy sigh he leaned back in his seat, tossing his feet haphazardly onto the surface of the desk.
There.
.
Alphonse Elric.
.
"Look! Al! I wrote your name! And you can actually read it this time!"