Woke up at 6 yet again to type up the next chapter, I need to get a life sometime, I think they sell lives at walmart now right? They sell everything there now...

So yes another chapter is up! I don't know how many more there will be before this story ends but it's not going to be over for sometime, I know that makes you happy. I'm already thinking up ideas for another story (One of my friends really wants a werewolf story, and I'm probably going to write that next ^^).

Yes this is a very lovey chapter, sorry I really have to stop listening to Boats and Birds, it's such a sweet song though ^^

Just to tell you this is absolutely NOT YAOI, I don't know how many times I need to say that but just putting it out there again, I will never write yaoi, its wrong on so many levels. Even my friend who barely knows anything about FMA (I tell her about it every time she comes over =]) says that its just messed up.

So I'm done ranting and I know you guys are ready to read this chapter. Just remember that me and Ed you and reviews and favorites make us happy. ^^

True Feelings

I'm under a night sky; the dark black seems to surround me, pushing against me. I begin to panic, terrified that I'm dying once again. But then the darkness retreats and I can feel the warmth of light on my back. I look up to see a single bright star, glowing in the center of the sky, illumining the world around me in pale silver.

The star slowly begins to fade, like it's slowly getting farther and farther away. I reach out my right hand, desperately trying to reach the star that hovers high in the sky. My metal fingers graze it and stardust flutters down from the heavens, swirling around me like the snow did.

I feel somewhat sad, the star is gone and the only thing left is just some of its brilliant light. But I feel happy too; at least it left me some sparkling dust to remember it by.

I wake up, confused by the dream. I shake it off; it was just a dream after all. It was probably from listening to Mustang gently singing that song, and I know that there was something in it about night skies and stardust.

That's when I notice that Mustang isn't holding me anymore; he's not even in the dully lit room. For some weird reason I thought he might be hiding in the dark corners of the room, but he isn't.

Then I notice the soft sounds of speech outside my door, two people are talking in hushed voices and I can barely hear them. Every part of me screams out in pain as I push myself into a sitting position, swaying slightly. I shake the fuzziness from my head and stand up, the room spins around me and I feel like I'll fall over.

I force myself to stagger the couple feet that lie between me and the bedroom door. I sit on the floor and prick my ears, listening to the conversation.

"But Al he's in pain, I need to remove that damn transmutation circle." I hear Mustang's frustrated voice, he's trying to keep his voice low but it rises in pitch. "If you were here seeing how much blood he was vomiting then you would feel the same way."

"In the notes I read it said if you remove it to early the soul will go into some sort of shock. You need to wait until his soul is ready, then you can remove it. Believe me I hate seeing brother like this and I want to remove it as well, but it won't do him any good." Al's voice is sad and I can mentally picture him lowering his head.

"I hate this; I hate everything about this situation. I just hate feeling so…useless." Mustang's voice breaks slightly, like he's holding back tears.

"Brother will be fine and you know it. He's too strong to let something this little take him down." I smile when I hear the pride in Al's voice but that small amount of happiness is short lived.

"Alphonse he's not as strong as you think he is. It's only been a month and he's getting weaker every day. This thing could kill him before the next month. He seems to have this distant look in his eyes sometimes, like he's not really here. He hasn't been able to keep food down in weeks and whatever muscle and fat he had on him is gone, he's starting to look like a damn skeleton again." I cringe at Mustang's words and look at my left hand, lying limply at my side. He's right, my fingers are boney as well as the rest of my body.

"You don't really want to believe that Mustang, you just don't want to think about the possibility that he will live. You're trying to think off all the bad that could happen and all the bad that has happened. Sometimes you just need to see the brighter side of things. If you have hope that brother will live it will channel itself to Ed, he needs to hope now more than anything. Please don't upset him, he's fragile right now." Al says sadly. I hear a small silent cry of sadness and I'm shocked when I hear that it's from Mustang.

"I do want him to pull through; I want him to live but so hard to think that he will when I see him so sick. I wish that this was happening to me and not him." I hear a dull thud as Mustang falls to the floor, silent sobs escaping from his body.

"Mustang…" Al whispers but Mustang seems to ignore him.

"You and Ed are like sons to me, it's agony to see him struggling to stay alive while I can only sit back and wait. I love you both so much." He wails and I'm shocked. I never ever thought that I would hear those words escape from the colonel's mouth. He always fought with me, it seemed like we were competing against each other constantly. But he actually loves us…

The feelings of sadness and love slowly sink in, bringing tears to my eyes. I stand up and grab the knob of the door, slowly turning it and pushing the door open.

Al's standing over Mustang, looking down at him frozen in place. Mustang's on his knees, crying into his hands. I watch Al's head turn towards me, soulful eyes glowing brighter.

"Brother…" He trails off when I fling myself at Mustang, wrapping my arms around his body and burring my head in his shoulder.

"I love you too. I always hated these feelings that you were like a dad to me, it always seemed like you were my enemy. It feels so good to hear you say what I've been thinking." I cry into his shoulder. His body tenses, arms slowly wrapping around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Edward, you heard us?" He asks, even though he knows the answer. I nod into his shoulder and hold him tighter.

"I won't die, I'm strong and nothing this small will kill me. I'll be around for a long time and you're going to have to deal with it." I pull my head out of his shoulder, smiling. He smiles back, tears still running from his eyes.

I suddenly feel Al's arms wrap around both of us, his head rests on Mustang's shoulder and I can almost see the armor smiling. It feels so good to finally have a father, since that man left us when we were little. It's like my family is slowly piecing itself together.

And it feels good.