The chapter where Trisha and Jonathan are slowly starting to let go of their childhood.
Trisha-Melissa Elric: 12
Jonathan Mustang: 9
The Sun was shining, no clouds at all on the bright blue sky and couple of birds flying here and there while singing with their beautiful voices. Really, the day was almost too cliché to be taken seriously.
Jonathan walked on the street, heading for her bet friend's house and humming quietly while walking. He was going to ask Trisha to park with him. He bet there was dozens of people walking their dogs since it was such a nice weather, and he knew how much the blond girl loved dogs. Plus maybe Jonathan could treat Trisha the summer's first ice cream, the boy thought as he fingered the few bucks he had inside his pocket.
Jonathan arrived to the door of the Elric household and reached his hand to knock the mahogany surface. Not long after the few slight knocks Jonathan heard heavy steps nearing the door, his ears catching the slight clank on every other step.
The door was opened by Edward Elric, the rather short man with the same blond hair and golden eyes he had passed down to his daughter. The man looked down at Jonathan and took square shaped glasses off his nose.
"Hey kiddo, what brings you here?"
Jonathan did a mental frown, starting to get tired f the name Edward had used for him. "Hi, Uncle Edward. Is Trisha home? I would like to take her to park with me." the boy answered.
Edward went quiet, he shifted his weight from leg to another and scratched the behind of his ear with specs. "Well, you see…" Edward started uneasily "I'm afraid that she can't go out today. Maybe if you came again tomorrow? Or next week..?"
Now Jonathan gave an actual frown. Was Uncle Edward trying to get rid of him or was Trisha really not available right now? Before Jonathan could make any further questions, Rachel shoved up behind her husband to see who Edward was talking to so long. When the woman saw Jonathan, she smiled to him and then playfully slapped the back of Edward's head.
"Why are you standing my nephew in the door way?" she asked, and Edward walked away, leaving Rachel to deal with their guest. Rachel looked after him, shaking her head and then turning again to Jonathan.
"Please come in." Rachel said and made room for Jonathan to step forward. Jonathan smiled to his aunt and did as asked.
"Would you like something? Juice or something?" Rachel asked as she closed the door. Jonathan shook his head as no.
"No thanks, I'm just here to ask Trisha out. Though Uncle Edward said something about that she can't go anywhere today..?"
There it was again. The silence and uneasy look, this time on Rachel's face. The dark haired woman rubbed her neck and exhaled, looking like she tried to decide what she should say.
"That's true. I'm sorry but this isn't really a good day." Rachel finally said and looked at stairs that headed to upstairs. "Trisha is in her room, if you would like to see her. But I tell you, she isn't feeling too well today."
That made Jonathan a bit worried. Was Trisha really that sick? How could she be on a beautiful summer day like this? Anyway Jonathan nodded and they went upstairs together with his aunt.
Upstairs they went to Trisha's door, where they stopped and Rachel slightly knocked few times.
"Trisha, Jonathan came to see you. Can we come in?" There came a very faint groan as a reply and Rachel opened the door. Now Jonathan could see the blond haired girl lying on her bed, glad in her slight pink pyjama pants and lavender top. She had snuggled up in a ball and she was pressing a hot water bottle against her stomach. On her face Trisha had an exhausted look. Her eyes were closed and there was a little frown on her brows. She looked very sick.
Rachel went to sit on the brink of Trisha's bed and touched gently the girl's forehead.
"Honey, are you feeling any better?" Rachel asked with a quiet tone. Trisha opened her eyes, looked at her mother and gave a small nod. "Jonathan is here. Are you well enough to speak with him?" A silence, then another slight nod.
Rachel turned her head to look at Jonathan in the door way and she motioned the boy to come in. As Jonathan stepped into the room Rachel once more stroked Trisha's hair before leaving the kids alone.
Jonathan stood there, a good four or five foot away from Trisha's bed. He had never seen the girl like this. Sure they had shared almost all the poxes and such back when they were children, but this was somehow different.
"So…" Jonathan started, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You okay now?"
Trisha just stared at him, not bothering to sit up or even greet him. She just stared, and after awhile of staring finally said, "Do I look like okay to you?"
Great, obviously a wrong question to ask, Jonathan decided, as well as to not answer the one made for himself.
"Are you having a fever then or what's the matter?" he asked.
"No, my stomach hurts and I feel lie throwing up. Plus…" Trisha left the sentence there, making Jonathan confused once again. The boy lifted his brow and saw it was okay to take few steps closer.
"Plus what?" he asked carefully.
At first there came no answer, but then Trisha grunted and lifted herself to lean on one arm, the other one still holding the hot water bottle against her stomach.
"I'm fucking bleeding, okay? And mommy said I'm gonna do so for the next few days!"
Jonathan's eyes widened. Bleeding? Where? He couldn't see any blood coming from anywhere on Trisha's body, no matter how carefully he tried to search.
"What do you mean? I can't see any-" Jonathan was cut short when Trisha buried her head on her pillow.
"Ask your mom about that." she said annoyed. "I bet she knows."
Okay, Jonathan thought. Sure he could ask his mommy. And maybe daddy knew something too, since he was always so smart…
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What a happy discussion it was inside the Mustang family that evening. And so was the end of an era in Jonathan's childhood.
They grow up so fast...