Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, how many times do I have to slap you for you to understand?
A/N: Heyyy guys! I'm so sorry that this update is a bit late and stuff, but as usual school's been a huge pain and Tumblr has been keeping me busy and stupid haircuts and basically stupid everything.
So, uh—I got this review from ShadowCaster01(wonderful review by the way) who said that me making Ray be able to read so quick and stuff was a bit too soon for the story and seeing and reading the chapter all over again I agree, darn it I could have used Ed to teach her some words and stuff, I regret it so much now ;;A;
Also, it was also stated that my style of writing used to be in favor back in the days of the nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries, but now it isn't so in favor. I've looked up a few of the books I've read(which influenced my writing style) and apparently yes—they mostly date back to those times, so I'll try and change it a bit so there won't be so many metaphors, similes, personifications and etc. in chapters.
And so apparently Del isn't mute but actually dumb(meaning the disability to speak), mute actually means deaf(or so ShadowCaster01 has said) but I'll be using mute because I'm gonna follow Wikipedia on this one.
Anyways, sorry for this long A/N and without further interruptions; here is the new chapter!
Chapter 5
Hey there, old Venus.
"There's only you and me in this infinitely amount of loathsome crap."
"What?" Winry spoke, her gold eyebrows knitting together in mixed confusion and agitation.
"Sit down, this is going to be quite a tale I'm about to tell." Sighing, Pinako leaned back on her pine chair with her arms crossed.
Almost immediately, Winry sat down on her chair and turned towards her grandmother while Ed and Al were silent, staring at the older female expectantly.
"When I was only but a young girl, no older than seventeen," She began, "I was sent off into the town to fetch a new hammer and wrench, I expected this to be a normal trip but I was sadly mistaken."
[Flashback]
A much younger Pinako walked back to her truck with a brown paperbag in hand, her messy brown hair bouncing up and down as she did so.
She whistled to herself as she opened up the back of her truck, expecting to see nothing but an empty little metal box filled with a few more boxes of cardboard and maybe a few dust bunnies here and there.
But that's not what she saw, for what she saw was instead a human—a woman to be exact, with strange green hair, strange black dress, strange hat and much more stranger things covered in bright red blood which burned her eyes like those of a crackling ember's.
Panicking, Pinako climbed into her truck and shook the woman softly, "Hey—hey, are you okay? Hello?"
Poor Pinako couldn't function properly as she stumbled out of the truck, throwing her paper bag in the front seat and practically throwing herself in too.
She revved the vehicle and speeded all the way back home. Upon arriving, she opened the back of her truck and helped the fainted woman on her back, Pinako ran into the house and shouted, "Mum! Dad!"
A woman rushed out from the kitchen with a plate in hand while a man with glasses rushed down from the stairs—they were Pinako's parents, Edaline Rockbell and Harry Rockbell.
Edaline screamed at the sight and dropped the plate she had been holding making a very loud crashing sound as she covered her eyes and cowered in fear at the bloody woman.
Harry widened his eyes and ran over to his daughter with a shocked expression, "Pinako! Are you alright? What happened? Who is this?"
"Later! Can you quickly dress her wounds first? She's spilled so much blood!" The brunette sputtered frantically as her eyes swam with concentrated worry.
Her father—the doctor, nodded and quickly shifted the frail girl into his arms, "Get the medic kit in the bathroom, Pinako—I'll be in the guestroom."
With that, Pinako nodded and rushed off to fetch the said kit as the doctor hurried to the guestroom with the limp girl in his arms.
As the brunette ran back to the living room and opted her legs to take her to the guestroom, she stopped and quickly hugged her mother, whispering, "It's gonna be okay, just stay here, alright mum?"
Releasing her mother and kissing her right eyelid, the younger female ran to the guestroom with the kit in her arms then quickly set it on the oak nightstand.
"I need water and soap!" Her father commanded as he checked the young lady's wounds, his eyes widening every now and then as he did so.
Grabbing a cup from the kit, Pinako ran out the room and into the guest bathroom where she fetched a bottle of soap and filled the cup with water.
Once finished, she dipped a rag into the cup and handed it to her father to which he used to lightly press on the biggest wound that ran from the female's waist to her thigh—it was deep, but not too deep as to damage any internal organs.
"Tweezers! There's something stuck inside!"
Pinako handed him the metal object, it was cool to the touch and would no doubt ease the pain for the poor girl, probably.
Sticking in the tweezers gently in the wound, the doctor widened the wound a bit and peered inside—to which he gasped and nearly lost his grip on the tweezers, for what he saw was not muscle, skin or organs—but in reality, sand.
Inside this woman was pure white sand, to which became red as it spilled out from her, Pinako gasped and clasped her hands together in front of her agape lips as she took a few steps back.
"Pinako! Snap out of it! Give me the soap!" Her father had regained consciousness from the hypnotizing glare of white sand and quickly set to work again.
As they worked diligently to close the wounds, the sun passed and now it was night—it took very long for them to close all the wounds, for the sand would only spill in much more amounts, making it a very hard task for cleaning and closing.
Sweat beaded her forehead as she kept watch over the stranger, her father had long retired and she was left to tend to the un-moving girl.
Pinako drank in her appearance and it made the brunette choke on her breath all over again, dark green hair which reflected trees, skin as pale as moonlight, cheeks as pink as peaches, dark and curly eyelashes which hid her eyes and lips tinted just like pink seashells.
Gently laying a hand on the female's forehead, Pinako sighed in relief at the contact of normal temperature, "No fever, that's good."
Pinako leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, "Say, what's your name?" she asked out of boredom as she directed her eyes to the window where the stars laid and where the moon was awake, "Mine is Pinako Rockbell, I'm an apprentice of a really good doctor—who's also my father, he's a really good man y'know, he dressed your wounds and was pretty calm about it, despite what he saw under your skin, well—er you know.
Mum's also pretty nice also, she said she'll make you a really big meal once you wake up—I hope you wake up soon, because to be honest; you're kinda annoying, you scared my mother half to death and to tell you the truth, I didn't like how pale she was, she really doesn't like blood—"
"My name is something I can't tell you," A voice said making Pinako turn towards the direction of the bed, only to be met with bright green eyes which glowed like dandelions, "but you can call me Secret, I'm sorry for scaring your mother—and yes, your father is a very nice man."
The brunette was frozen, she tried to muster a reply but it only came out as small spurts of letters, "Y… P-a! A-k-a!"
"Secret," She pointed to herself, "I can't tell you my real name; so call me Secret, it's nice to meet you Pinako, I'm sorry for the trouble."
[End Flashback]
"Secret and I became friends, I convinced your great grandparents to keep her here and they agreed—one day, she began saying things like 'I came from another world' and 'I'm not actually completely human', I was confused because I was only a seventeen year-old girl," Pinako laughed quietly to herself, "We grew closer over the months that came and went, I helped her understand our world and in return she taught me of her own world—where the sun never sets and the moon stays dormant forever.
The military quickly took heed of Secret's secret, the sand under her skin which became blood once it left her body—they thought her body was performing alchemy on its own inside of her and wanted custody over her, she rejected of course but then they forced her using God knows what way—she left and I didn't see her for two years, but then I heard word of one of Central's buildings exploding and a green-haired girl jumping from building to building heading south-east.
I waited for months without end once again, and on one night—she was in my room, we then spent the entire night catching up—talking like nothing wrong had happened, but I couldn't help it, she was my best friend. I was really happy that she came back, but then she said that she had to leave—and she told me that this time, she wasn't coming back; I didn't want her to go, I really didn't, but then she called me selfish and told me that I wasn't the only person in her life—she had a sister and a lover waiting for her, and I understood and let her go; Secret left the next day and never came back."
The old mechanic sighed as she closed her eyes, her face thoughtful, "When—when I see Del's eyes, despite the difference of the color between hers and Secret's—I see nothing but similarity, their face, their body, their voice—it was as if I was seeing Secret all over again and it now really made me believe that maybe, just maybe—Secret's story wasn't all that wrong."
"So you think Del's story is also true?" Winry questioned, sympathy and curiosity written all over her face.
"Yes." Answered Pinako dully.
"Either it's true or just a bunch of bullcrap." Edward spat scornfully, distrust written all over his face, "I don't believe it, any of it—none of it is real!"
"Brother! She'll hear you!" Al whispered angrily, never had his brother reacted this badly to something as silly as this.
"I don't care!" The alchemist scoffed as he got up from his seat, "It's not real! This isn't even—ugh! This isn't right! How can you believe her? This Secret!"
"Edward Elric!" Pinako shouted with her face red with anger, "Take that back!"
"No! What's she's saying is crap and crap and crap all over again! It's not real!" Ed shouted as he banged his fists onto the table, his eyebrows were knit together and his eyes were going haywire with such ferocity and anger and—
'Why does brother seem so… confused?' Al thought to himself as he watched his brother throw a fit of confusion at Pinako, to which she responded by shouting back at him.
And that was how dinner ended.
Shriveled up and curled into a ball of tears, Del's body was shaking as she hiccuped tears and whispered words to calm herself.
The poor brunette now realized what a curse it was to be able to see—she could never look at Ed again before hurling the contents of her stomach—yes, she vomited, into the trashcan to be exact, she hated him so much right now.
The door creaked open and in came Alphonse, in all his gentle nature.
Gently closing the door behind him, he slowly approached Del—careful at not wanting to scare her like he had last time.
"What do you want?" Del's scraped voice came out like paper on bark as she buried her face in her knees.
"I guess you heard brother and grandma bickering," Al spoke, his voice not laced with apologies or up-coming sympathizing comments which made the brunette look up from her knees and tear-misted eyes, "You'll just have to get used to it—Ed's bickering I mean, we are going to be traveling together."
"What joy." The brunette rolled her eyes as she tucked strands of her thick hair behind her ear.
"People tend to react that way," Al chuckled and gestured towards the bed, "May I sit?"
"Yeah, go ahead." Del replied quietly and shifted her body to the side so that there was more space for him.
Awkwardly taking a place next to her, Al sighed as the bed jumped and teetered to the right—where he was, making Del slide to his arm.
Clearing his throat, Alphonse rubbed the back of his metal neck, "So, how're you feeling?"
"Terrible." Del murmured and looked away, her grey eyes downcast with disappointment and sadness, "I'm homesick."
"Homesick?" Al asked with a tone of understanding, "I know how it feels."
"Yeah," Agreed the brunette as she released a deep sigh she didn't know she'd been holding on for so long, "I miss my room, my mum, my dad—everything, I wish I could turn blind and mute again, I just want out; I've never felt so untrusted before—oh, sorry; you probably don't want to hear me say all these things, sorry for dumping this all over y—"
"No!" The sudden loud tone of Al made Del jump in her skin and face him, staring at his red eyes, "I mean—it's okay to let it out, you've got all night to let it out so there's no point at keeping it bottled up, brother—I mean, a lot of people would rather cry it out instead of keeping quiet, what's the point of keeping it quiet anyways? You know—"
"Why are you doing this?" Al paused and stared at Del, who was staring back with measurements of starry-eyed confusion, "Why are you—you know, helping me? I hardly even know you."
"Ah, well—" The metalman laughed awkwardly, "—you just look like you needed a little reassurance."
"Reassurance for what?"
"For you to know that we'll wait, maybe not brother—but me, Winry and Grandma Pinako will wait, we don't like seeing anyone sad, we really don't, so we'll wait for you to get better before asking you anything else."
Letting out a small laugh, Del looked down then up through her lashes, "Thank you, Al."
"Anytime," He seemed to smile, his eyes certainly did, "Just don't let what brother say get to you, or anyone for that matter—it's just their opinions against what you call your fact."
The brunette beamed at him and replied gratefully, "Thanks Al."
He cocked his head to the side and nodded, "You're welcome."
They held eye contact, red eyes responding to dark beluga ones before Del wrapped her arms around his metal torso, not flinching against the coldness of the metal, "Thanks again, Al, you're a good friend."
Hesitantly returning the hug, Al's eyes softened as he wrapped his own metal arms around the smaller human, he nodded and stayed silent.
The brunette released him as he did too and kissed his metal cheek in an almost sisterly way, "Goodnight, Al."
And with that, she crawled into her sheets and dipped her head into the pillow, falling asleep instantly.
The man of metal was left alone, stunned and dazed by what had happened—kissed on the cheek by a girl he hardly knew, Al touched the spot where she had kissed and frowned, 'I can't feel anything.'
Sighing, he stood and stared at the girl, "Goodnight Del."
He walked out the room and closed the door softly behind him, "Brother, it's not good to eavesdrop on people."
"I still don't believe this." Ed huffed under his breath, "It's illogical."
"Brother," Al began sternly which surprised his brother, "What's wrong with you? You've never reacted this badly before."
Ed stayed quiet as Al continued, "Is there something wrong? You were just fine before Pinako told us her story—you exploded afterwards."
The blonde frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning onto the wall, "The girl."
"Girl?"
"Yeah, the one with green-hair—the one she told us about, you were too young to remember, but she came to our house once, I still remember it—back when mum was still alive."
Al stared at Ed with a perplexed expression, "Really?"
"Yeah, I heard her and mum talking, she was saying things about her daughter and something about her granddaughter, something about curses and stuff, then she said to me to watch over you and her granddaughter—I couldn't really make out anything else and besides," Ed gripped a handful of his bangs and pulled, "It was a long time ago."
"And this is relating to Del, how?"
"I'm just gonna go jump on a hunch here but if what Secret told me was true, I thought, 'What if Del's the granddaughter?' but then she'd have to be younger—a lot younger than me, so that eliminates the question of whether or not Del is telling is telling the truth—It's not that I don't trust her, I do; but what she said was a lie."
"Wait, I don't understand, why are you so eager to finding this granddaughter?"
"Because Al, when you and I—you know," Ed frowned, "I blacked out afterwards right? And I had a dream, mum was there—and there was a woman behind her, with green hair and whispering 'Secret' all over again, she told me to keep her granddaughter safe and that she; her granddaughter, would help us, in what I'll never know."
He made a fist with his right hand and brought it to his forehead, "But now I wonder if it's something to do with getting our bodies back."
"But why was mum there?"
"I don't know, dreams are strange things."
Silence took over and they stood looking at the ground in silence until Al finally lifted his head and spoke, "She was crying."
Ed bristled and faced his brother, guilt clearly plastered on his face, "Really?"
Al refused to meet his brother's face as he nodded, "Yes, you should apologize brother."
Silent, the shorter male pressed his lips together as his eyes downcast once again, they seemed calculating and wild like stags prancing through the deep evergreen forests.
Sighing once again, the younger brother passed Ed, "I'm going out for a walk."
Ed knit his eyebrows together as his brother disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, the alchemist sighed and frowned before staring at the wooden door which led to Del's room through strands of his golden hair.
Staying quiet once more, he slowly opened the door which creaked as he did and walked in, keeping his eyes fixed onto the lump inside the sheets.
"Hey," He said quietly, stopping just in front of her bed, "Um, I'm not really all that good in apologizing, and I know you heard what I said and I hope—er, you don't take it all into heart. I know I probably hurt your feelings and for that I'm, well—" He rubbed his neck, "—I'm sorry, okay there I said it; I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, it's not because I don't trust you—I do actually, wait maybe that's a bit too soon, but anyways, I just can't believe what you said, it's too illogical and stupid and foolish and—sorry," The blonde laughed awkwardly and wrung his hands together, "I'm probably making you feel even worse, but hey; if it makes you feel better, tell me about this world of yours tomorrow and who knows? Maybe I'll believe you then."
Satisfied with his words, Ed smiled to himself and left with the sound of the door squeaking to a close, unaware that Del had been crying again; but this time, with tears if gratitude.
"Idiot."
Morning came and the dawn sun was perched on the mountains as everyone ate breakfast, all chattering happily and laughing.
Pinako smiled in relief, 'So they made up, that's good.'
"Haha! Your bacon is mine!" Del grinned and stole a fork punched through multiple strips of bacon.
Winry growled and reached for her bacon possessively, "Hey! Give them back!"
"No way blondie!" The brunette laughed as she wagged her fork smugly.
Another fork suddenly dived and took all the bacon from Del's, "Oi! Ed! Put them back!"
"Nope!" And with one entire gulp, the Elric had swallowed them all.
"Ed!" Winry and Del shrieked.
The mechanic smiled smugly, "Fine then, if you like food so much—take this!" she grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it into the boy's mouth, "Taste toast, you idiot!"
"ACK!" Poor Ed was choking on his food while Del and Winry were laughing like pigs, holding their stomachs as they sputtered out chortles, snorts and inexplicably cute laughs.
Pinako shook her head and called, "Al! Come over here, and stop playing with the kittens!"
"Coming!" Came a dejected yet cheerful voice that was followed by thumping and clanks of metal and the creak of the front door.
Del bit her lip and stifled a laugh as she scooped up a few bits of egg, bent the spoon and flung them at Alphonse then cried, "Egg catapult!"
As it made impact, Winry grinned and squirted syrup all over Del, "Whoops, you've got a little something there on your face, and your arms, and your face and oh; your—!"
"WINRY!" Del shrieked and threw a piece of toast smothered with chocolate at Winry's face, "Whoops! My bad! Oh dear, you've also got a little something on your face, would you like me to clean it for you?" The brunette said in a sing-song voice as Ed burst into fits of laughter.
"Oh dear Edward, we mustn't be forgetting you!" With that, Winry and Del grabbed the scrambled eggs on their plate and hurled it towards Ed to which made contact on his face.
Al sighed as he wiped the egg off his helmet and walked over to Pinako, "Sorry for the mess."
"It's fine, they'll be the ones to clean up after all." The old mechanic said and grinned devilishly as the three teens froze and stared up at her in horror.
"I—um."
"I'm just gonna—"
"Bath! I need a bath!" Del screamed making all of them wince as she rushed up the stairs.
"Why is she—" Winry was interrupted by Del's obnoxious scream, "Last one up has to clean the room!"
Thunders of screams, cries, fists banging onto the bathroom door soon filled the house as Pinako and Alphonse watched the two blondes bang on the bathroom helplessly.
'They're hopeless.'
And at last it was finally time to leave, dawn had left and came in noon.
"Bye Winry, I'll miss you; I'll call and write often." Del said through her misty eyes as she embraced her friend.
"Me too." Winry smiled and hugged the brunette even tighter.
"We'll be going now, don't overwork yourself." Al said and beamed at Pinako.
Pinako grinned and dismissed it with a wave of her hand, "Overwork? Me?"
"Oh come on," Ed laughed, "We all know that you're getting too old for all this hard work, best to just re—"
"Shut up kid." And with one whack, Pinako had sent him to the ground.
"Guys, that's enough." Came Del's amused voice as she walked to them.
"Like it was my fault? I was only telling the truth!" Ed retorted haughtily.
Rolling her eyes, Del ignored him and turned to Pinako, bowing she said, "Thank you for everything."
Shooting her a thumbs up, the mechanic grinned and replied proudly, "You're welcome anytime, oh and please make sure this pipsqueak here doesn't get into too much trouble."
"Of course."
"COME HERE AND SAY THAT AGAIN, WHY DONCHA?!"
"Pfft Pipsqueak."
"ACK! Del! I thought we were over this!"
The brunette sniffed and flipped her hair over-dramatically, "Guess not—let's go wonder boy."
Ed growled as Al laughed and urged him to walk, "Come on brother—bye grandma! Bye Winry! Be safe!"
"You too, and you better not come back with my automail ruined!" Winry called as she waved.
"Yeah!" Ed didn't turn back, only waved his hand as he walked.
Al flicked his eyes towards Del and then to Edward, he whispered, "She knows?"
"Yeah, we had a talk this morning, didn't we Del?"
"Don't talk to me like a kid."
Al laughed, Ed had a throbbing vein mark and Del only rolled her eyes with her hand on her chest, "Oh yes—my dear Edward, we did! Please forgive my insubordination, for we all know that you and I were trapped in the land of Tralalalalala-LeeDay when you told me! Boohoo! Oh shall I tell your brother of our little rendezvous last night?"
"You were awake?!"
"Rendezvous? Brother, you didn't!"
"You two are impossible!"
The train ride to Central was peaceful, Ed had fallen asleep, Al was busy reading a book and Del was far too immersed at the scenery outside the window.
She saw the green trees, the wide pastures, little houses, small farms, big farms, cows, sheep, valleys of flowers, mountains and orchards—a whole lot of them.
The sky was already a bright blue now, the clouds were flying freely as the sun shined down upon them, it was as if the heavens above were smiling—or so she thought, Del wasn't a religious person, but she had to admit; the thought of the so-called heavens beaming down on her was pleasant.
A bird flew next to her window and she smiled waving at the bird as it tweeted and flew away.
Laughing quietly to herself, the brunette tucked a lock of her earthly hair behind her ear.
She marveled at the world, how colorful, exciting, strange and funny it was; she's never seen a train before, she's never been in one, so this was really something she was excited for. It went ba-bump ba-bump under her feet and the sounds of the chugging was soothing to her ears, the glass was warm to lean into and she relished at the feeling.
"Not going to sleep?"
"Nope."
"Brother's a really heavy sleeper sometimes." Al said, his eyes fixed onto the body of his brother next to him.
Del laughed but said nothing as she stared at the two, her coal eyes softened and she smiled.
"What did you say to him this morning?"
"Stuff."
"About?"
Del shrugged, "About my original world, how it was like and well, you know, I told him about my family and how my life was back there before—I doubt he was interested in that, but it was funny watching him trying to stay awake through the whole thing."
Al shook his head and laughed, "Mind telling me about this stuff then?"
Nodding, she began.
Del told him of the strange metal birds which flew in the sky, the sounds of voices from a box, the kindness of her parents, her mother's condition, stories of robots, stories of ghosts, and how it felt to be blind and mute.
"Do blind people dream?"
"In some ways, yes, when I was a child my nights were mostly filled with auditory dreams; dreams of sound, but as I grew and learned braille and studied objects by shape, these sounds took shape and I found myself being able to see pictures, my favorite dream would be the time I became Red Riding Hood," She paused, "The wolf was being an awful lot nice to me, and he gave me cookies and accompanied me to my grandmother's house, he called himself Sabbath."
She could feel sympathy and pity oozing out of Al's eyes as he spoke, "Have you ever found yourself missing those pictures?"
Rubbing her wrist, Del pressed her lips into a thin line, "No, not really; because I tend to forget dreams, like everyone does… but even so, I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?" Ed had finally awoken and was completely attentive.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with absolute worry and fear, "That I'd go mad if I go back, I'll lose my eyesight and voice again, I'll miss it far too much and I've grown much too attached to it already and that that I'll only ever be able to see pictures in my dreams and forget them afterwards."
"Del, it's going to be alright." Al said kindly.
"No it's not—you don't understand, do you?" The female let out a sigh, "If I go mad, I'll have to be put under medicine and locked inside the house; I won't even be allowed to go outside to the garden or be able to read story books anymore."
"I'll always be trapped in the darkness, there's no escape." She cupped her face in her hands and sighed tiredly, "I know that you'd think I'd be used to the darkness—yes I am actually, to the cold too; but once I've gotten a taste of light and warmth, I feel like I won't ever let go."
Ed and Al looked at each other and exchanged a conversation through their eyes, 'What do you think?' 'Maybe.' 'Can we trust her?'
Al stared at her and he finally realized that standing before them, was a very broken girl who's finally gotten what she'd deserve, light.
"Yes, we can."
Del looked up and quirked an eyebrow, "We can what?"
"It's decided!" Ed grinned and crossed his arms over his chest, "We're gonna drag you all over Amestris."
"That sounds violent."
"You're the only other person who knows about our condition and the cause of it other than the Rockbells and a few people in the military," Al said, "We're going to issue you as a State Alchemist so that you can come with us."
"But I can't do Alchemy!" Del protested loudly and covered her mouth as she saw heads turning her way, "I really can't."
"Fight?"
"No."
"This is going to be hard." The short blonde sighed as he gripped his bangs and pulled on them.
Suddenly, the sounds of explosions filled the train as half of it was blown off.
The sounds of people screaming and the sigh of blood was intoxicating to the eye, the three were stunned and frozen at the sudden attack; none of them moved as a figure jumped down.
"Fullmetal."
"Scar!"
Del whipped her head to the side and screamed, for in front of her eyes was a man with dark skin, hair as white as snow, and eyes burning like ashes of embers—'This, is Scar?'
Countless of times has she heard of him, his voice and intents; she wasn't afraid of him before, but now? She was absolutely petrified.
A/N: This chapter is over 5000+ words, and guess what? It was supposed to be longer!
I need to seriously cut back on my writing.
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