Warnings: same as other chapters, temper tantrum

Ed walked slowly into the house he shared with his increasingly anti-social brother. He was getting extremely concerned about his brother's mental health, he had thought his reluctance to go outside was a combination of, the shyness he had as a child, and uncertainty of regaining his body. So he had largely left him be, hoping it was just a faze.

And after taking three steps into the living room he found himself staring into his younger brothers face, he had tried bringing back some of his friends to help his brother, but he only got silent hostility and tantrums.

Al gazed past him, clocked he had no one else with him, smirked and wrapped his arms tightly around his older brother, lifting him off the ground a centimetre, though Ed was only slightly below average height now, his brother was still taller.

"Al, put me down."

"Am I not allowed to hug you anymore?"

"Al you're being ridiculous again. And I'm getting really worried about you. You need to get out more meet people." Ed took a deep breath and prepared himself for the shrieking he knew was coming, the calm Alphonse who held back his enraged brother had gone, replaced by an almost psychotic, hermit like, even violent young man.

"I know this isn't the sort of thing to say just after coming home but, you're seventeen and you need a job." Ed felt his heart pounding into his chest over something so simple.

"What?" Al's eyes flashed.

"Oh come on! You're seventeen years old just get a Saturday job. Like I said I'm worried about you, all on your own all day. Just go out make some friends, it'll… you'll like it. Plus we always need money and I was twelve when I started working." Ed ended up gabbling out any of the various reasons that popped into his head, he meant all of them but he would also love to come home and have some peace and quiet.

"You want me to go? Move out?" Al stared angrily at his brother.

"No! But… well what can you do all day here." The older boy groaned as his brother burst into tears.

"Don't try that Al! It's not going to work, you are getting a job and that is that." The older blonde turned on his heel. And rushed upstairs and listened to his brother shriek insults at him and things start to break. The blonde shook his head wearily, and pulled his blonde hair from its ponytail. He honestly didn't know why he put up with this behaviour, sometimes he felt like a beaten housewife, always forgiving. The blonde groaned at the unpleasant comparison he had just made. Ed sat up as the shrieks turned into sobs for a moment, then rose into shrieks again. He still felt guilt over losing Al his body, but he had made that right and was just trying to help his brother. Laying back on his bed he couldn't help wondering if he would be able to trick his brother into seeing a physiatrist.

Another glass shattered.

This from a seventeen year old.

He heard the study door wrench open, and the shrieking continued in a muffled way.

Igani had naturally heard the anger, and was prepared to suffer for it.

The second Al was in the cellar, he was shrieking at him like a banshee. The blonde trembled, then blanked his mind and drifted away. Most of the time this tactic seemed to work for the first few slaps.

He was jolted out of his trance by a clip to the side of his head, knocking him sidewise.

Al caught hold of the blonde face and raised his hand to hit him, but in tears kissed him and gently took him, making the boy tremble.

He finished quickly, and mumbled gently in his ear. "I'm gonna look after you, I can't get a job, I've got to be here with you who'll take care of you." Al's eyes widened as a thought occurred to him. "Edward? Would you miss me." his voice was barely a whisper. Igani however had passed out, from fear and being taken in, what he considered the good way. Alphonse dressed and walked up the stairs.

He closed all his doors behind him and looked around at the destruction he had caused.

He began clearing the mess, and had half finished, when he heard soft footsteps behind him. Turning around he saw his brother staring at him warily.

"Sorry. I don't know why I freaked like that. I'll get a job."

"I know someone who'll give you one, if you want."

The brunette attempted an embarrassed innocent look, it failed miserably. "Really?"

"Yep, tomorrow I'll get you up. I'll be home before you, so I'll cook so you don't have to."

"No."

"Get something from a café?"

"Can I get it?"

"Okay."

In Al's little study the panel was dented, and although it still covered the space to the cellar, it would draw the attention of anybody entering.

Al trotted downstairs, as early as he could, but to his dismay found that the years of spending the day sleeping, had made him exceptionally lazy and his brother was already up, though delightfully, only in his boxers.

"You're up?"

"I was going to go…into the study."

"No way. You can only go in if I'm allowed to drag you out."

"You're not allowed in."

"I know, go get ready."

"Edward."

"Come on, I'll get ready too and either drop you off or come in with you."

"You'll come in." the younger brother stormed upstairs, changed quickly and shot down the stairs, he had just got the door open when Ed caught his arm and dragged him away.

"Come on."

Igani tended to wake early in the day and go to sleep after Al had 'played' with him. He heard the door open, as he was playing with the toys and threw himself onto the mattress, scraping his knees, panic flooding his body. He sat listening, trembling. He was confused, that he could hear Al's arrival, which he knew was far too early, he hadn't heard the usual noises in the morning, unknown to him Edward getting ready, he liked those noise, because they weren't angry. Occasionally he heard a bang, but it was usually followed by voice talking quickly (mostly Ed dropping something or hurting himself). He always liked that voice even though the words where too muffled to understand.

To his confusion the door didn't shut as it usually did, he shivered softly. And spent an hour, waiting, dreading, Al coming down.

When enough time had passed he went back to his games, glancing at the stairs every so often, he feared Al would take his toys away if he knew about them.

He carried on playing through his usual sleeping time, and found himself exhausted and crawled to the mattress and drifted into deep sleep.

Ed walked into his home, looked around and tried to crush the joy at being alone, but couldn't help smiling.

When he walked towards the kitchen he saw the study door open.

Stared for a minute, and debating whether or not he should look inside. Al wouldn't be home for another hour, and he would be off for the next few days, providing he managed to keep the damn job and didn't stare at people like he was about to bite their throat out.

He had found something that scared him last time, but he had let Al shout him out, and without realising, allowed Al to know how much control he really had over him.

What was the harm in looking, might find out why his brother was so disturbed.

He continued to stare at the door.

A/N: Review if I should keep this up.

A/N2:Yep Als werider in this one.