And back I am!

School starts again tomorrow and my finals (Abitur ole!) start on wednesday. I'll try to update as much as I can though. I have loads of freetime between the exams and if I don't spend it studying I'll write for sure!

As usual, thanks for reviews. I'm not a native English speaker so don't get too furious about mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA because if I did my 2nd fav voice actor would have voiced Kimblee. That would have been perfect, not kidding! I own the OC's (like Ciela) though!

Chapter 5: Bad Feeling

Insert future date, Amestris, 9.30 am.
Resembool Cemetery, Row 3, Grave 6
Weather: Sunny; Temperature: 71 F

A group of people dressed in black was gathered around grave. Four men were carrying a black coffin. I approached the small group, wearing a black dress as well. I wondered what was going on. Wasn't I in Central City right now?

Didn't the Truth grant me my wish and gave me a reason (I had yet to find) to stay alive? Or was all of that a dream? Or much rather, was I dreaming right now? Why was I here? At a funeral? Did someone die? Did someone die I know? Did I die? Dreaming of your very own funeral wasn't an uncommon thing to do, was it?

As I got closer I began to recognize some of the people. There was Roy Mustang, and next to him lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Both of them were dressed in black. Riza was crying in silence, Roy was hiding his face. But it was obvious he was very upset as well.

I took a few hesitant steps forward. There was Pinako. She was kneeing on the ground, her face buried in her hands. She was sobbing. A few more steps. Some more, and some more. Now I was one of them.

That was when my eyes met Winry's. Her blue eyes were drowning in sorrow and pain. What in the world happened? "Ciela.." she whispered. I could barely hear her. How did she know my name? I was pretty sure I hadn't met her yet.

There was something in her arms. Someone. It took me a while to realize it was Edward.

"Ed..?" I whispered. He slowly looked up. If Winry's eyes were in pain, it was nothing compared to what I saw in Ed's eyes. He was trying hard not to cry. He was trying to stay strong for everyone. For Winry and.. and..

I finally turned my head towards the grave. The coffin was being let down into the hole, giving me the chance to read the name on the gravestone. It said..

Alphonse Elric
.XXXX - .XXXX
Equivalent exchange
We lost you, but what did we gain?

I felt tears building up in my eyes, slowly finding their way down my cheeks, not giving me the time to blink. I turned my head to face Ed and pulled him into my arms. He froze for a second, then started to shake a bit. He did his face in my dress but I knew he was crying. He collapsed to the ground and so did I. I held him while he broke down, everyone watched us in silence as we cried.

After a few minutes he finally lifted his head, golden eyes burning into my brown eyes.
"Ciela.. he's.." he managed to say.
"I know.." I whisper, hugging him once more. "I'm here now."
The others began to go around the grave. It was time to throw soil onto the coffin. Al's coffin.

I stood up, pulling Ed up as well. "Lets go. Al wouldn't want us to fall apart now."
Holding Ed's automail hand I lifted the scoop and looked him in the eyes. "Ready?"
He didn't answer, but his flesh hand took mine and together we threw the first soil onto Al's coffin.

I turned around to face the rest of the group as one after the other approached the grave to do the throw-dirt-at-dead-people-thing as well. In the back of them I saw someone special, and it made my heart beat faster. He left his hat, turned around and left.

I opened my eyes, closing them again as the sun burned into them. "Ugh.." I moaned and sat up.
"So you're still alive after all." Ed commented, sitting on his own bed.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Like 4 hours" was the answer.
I sighed and got up and stretched myself.

"Did you have a bad dream? You sort of cried in your sleep."
"Sort of? So I was bawling, or what? And thanks for waking me up because that's what you normally do when someone has a bad dream." Yay for sarcasm!
"Urusei! I tried to but you wouldn't wake up. You just said our names the whole time and wouldn't stop crying. What in the world did you dream?"

"Oh." I just said, standing in front of the window. The view was nice. I saw people being all busy walking up and down the road, cars, and everything looked so old! Like, where I lived there were way more cars than people. "I dreamed of a funeral."
"A funeral?" Ed's voice sounded different all of the sudden. "Who died?"
"Al.." I whispered. "We were in Resembool.. everyone was there.. Roy, Riza, Pinako, Winry, and a few people I didn't know or at least I didn't look at them long enough to recognize them. You were there, too." No need to tell him he cried like a baby.

"Well, it was just a dream, wasn't it? No need to be so upset. I dream of funerals all the time."
I rolled my eyes. "It was a weird dream. Normally I don't have dreams that seem so.. real."
"And what does that mean?"
"No need to sound so annoyed, pipsqueak. I just said it was weird and seemed real."
"Stop calling me pipsqueak all the time!" Welcome back, furious Ed. "It's not like you're tall!"

"Well I'm taller than you are." I said grinning. He was about to freak out when the door opened and Al got in.
"Oh, you're awake!" he said.
"Thank god, Al! Keep an eye on your pipsqueak of a brother while I go pee!"
And before said pipsqueak could grab me I disappeared into the bathroom.

I took a hot shower (I really really really needed one by now) and stood in nothing but a towel in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was pale, my dark hair went past my boobs. As soon as the heat of the shower faded I was left to regret my decision. "Fuck!" I hissed. The waterdrops left on my body began to freeze, and so did the mirror. My breath froze and I began to shake. "I almost forgot I lost my warmth.." I murmured and suddenly realized that I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. In fact, I didn't even have any clothes apart from the ones I wore when I got here. And those were on the floor in front of me, wet and freezing.

"Kuso. Just what I needed." I opened the door a bit so that no one could see me and screamed. "Ed! Get your tiny ass here! Now!"

"Stop calling me tiny!" he growled back at me, but then appeared on the other side of the door. "What happened?"

"I don't have any clothes." I explained. "And I'm freezing. And you know when I say I'm freezing I mean I'm literally freezing."

"And you didn't think of that before you took a shower?" A grin appeared on his face. If I wasn't naked (apart from the cold towel around me freezing figure) I would have beaten the crap out of him. "What's with the clothes you wore before?"

I lifted them up, hid behind the door, opened said door a bit more and threw them right into his face.

"Waah!" he yelped. "Cold!"

"You don't say." I hissed. "Now give me something, anything to put on before I die in this cold." Ed left.

A minute later he appeared with the clothes I just threw at him. "I dried them with alchemy." He gave them to me and turned around while I changed into them. When I finally got out of the bathroom he held his red coat up for me.

"Huh?" was all I managed to say.

"Take it before I change my mind. We're going to get you some clothes now."

And so I spent the rest of the day shopping in Central City. I was probably the only person to buy such warm clothes when it was spring, almost summer.

Ahh. I never went to a funeral so I hope the funeral scene was alright.
Oh and if you're an Al fangirl, sorry that I killed him in Ciela's dream.
Mh.. how did I do? On a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being horrible and 10 being perfect?

Oh and can you guess who the guy at the funeral was? Well I'm sure you can, it's not that hard.

Much love!