You guys are probably thinking "why the hell is this chapter called toast?" you shall see later in the story, sorry I'm uber hungry and I want some toast lol. Yeah I'll probably have two more chapters after this one and stuff then the stories over, I may even make a sequel to this story sometime when I feel like it, but I really want to write that werewolf story.
Yeah I'm not good at writing happy scenes, I'm better at writing weird random stuff, so yeah. Well enjoy and always know that me and Ed you.
Oh and this is uber random but I had a talk with myself last night but I thought I was talking to Ed (which could be a possibility lol cause he is real, well in my mind he is) so just thought I would tell you about that. You guys would also be happy to know that I think about the next chapter of this story while I'm falling asleep, these thoughts are starting to mess up my dreams. Like I had a dream about world war 3 and me and Ed were alone in this weird junkyard place. The king Bradley was there all being evil and stuff and almost killed Ed (OH NOEZ!) but Herman came out of no where and ate him, cause Herman likes homoncili, he eats them all the time.
WOW long authors note, if you read all this you deserve a cookie *Herman hands you a cookie and Ed gives you a big hug*
Again you all! :3
Toast
There's nothing but empty white space here, it's so eerily quiet and calm. I look in front of me and see that gate that has become familiar to me in my lifetime. Gray stone hovering a couple feet off the ground, strange alchemic symbols etched into the stone surface. Sitting in front of the gate, looking me over with calm white eyes, sits the gatekeeper.
"Back again foolish alchemist?" His voice echoes through this empty void, sounding like many voices forced into one being. I look at him and take in a quick breath, watching him smile at my discomfort.
"I'm dead aren't I?" I ask, sitting on the blinding white ground below me. He stands up and walks over to me, his smile seems to grow bigger as he approaches.
"You sure are dead, want proof?" The gatekeeper asks, kneeling before me so his eyes are staring into mine. He doesn't even give me time to answer as he places his hand on my forehead, letting the horrible vision take over.
Mustang is kneeling over my lifeless body, pushing down on my chest with rhythmic pulses. Al's sitting by my head, his large fingers gently running through my hair. I close my eyes, willing the vision of my lifeless body to go away.
I can hear Al's pleading voice echoing in my head, "Please brother wake up, keep this promise for us." With that the vision is over and I'm back at the gate, gasping and feeling tears run from my eyes.
"Please let me go back!" I wail, looking at the gatekeeper in desperation, "I can't leave them yet."
"I didn't intend to take your soul anyway; it's not your time." He smiles and stands up, grabbing my left hand and helping me stand up. Then the world around me blurs and spins, swirling around me like a tornado…
I open my eyes and find myself in Al's lap, shivering under a blanket. I feel his hand on my back, his voice soft and barely audible. I realize I must have been crying in my sleep, since I can feel moisture around my eyes. I look around the room and notice Mustang isn't here.
"Al." I whisper, sitting up in his lap and leaning against his chest. I feel his arms wrap around me, holding me close.
"Big brother are you okay? You were crying and moaning in your sleep." I turn my head to face Al, seeing the concern glowing in his soulful eyes.
"Yeah it was just a bad dream." I smile and nuzzle his helmet, feeling my tail begin to thump against his side. He laughs and strokes my head gently.
"So how are you feeling?" Al asks, his large hand still running through my hair. I think for a little, I'm not really in pain but my body aches like I'm getting over a cold. I still feel weak and tired but hopefully that will go away soon.
"Way better than before." I let out a huge yawn and bury my head in Al's chest, resting my eyes. I hear him laugh slightly as he picks me up in his arms, carrying me over to the bed.
"I'll go tell Mustang your awake; you've been asleep for a whole day. He was worried that you wouldn't wake up." He sets me on the bed and darts from the room, leaving me in the room alone. I sigh and sniff the air, the bed smells like Mustang, his scent is mixed with mine and the bed feels warm. I guess he woke up just a little while ago and from the sounds from the kitchen is probably making coffee.
I yawn again and flop down onto the bed, lying on my back and looking at the ceiling. Maybe I should ask Al or Mustang if I can paint the ceiling a different color than the pale cream that it is now, red would be more exciting. I smile at the thought of a blood red ceiling and pale cream walls, they could paint the walls red too if they wanted to.
I hear Mustang's light steps being followed by Al's loud clanging footsteps, the sounds are getting closer to the door and I turn my head to the left, gazing at the door. Mustang enters first, carefully peeking around the door to see if I am truly awake. I smile and sit up, looking into his warm gray eyes.
"Morning Mustang." I prick my ears forward as he walks into the room, Al following close behind. Mustang smiles and walks over to the bed, sitting down next to me.
"Good morning Ed, you heavy sleeper." He gently punches my shoulder and laughs. I whack him in the back with my tail and let out a playful growl, baring my teeth.
"It's not my fault I was so damn tired." I laugh and lean against him, letting out another huge yawn. Mustang gently scratches behind one of my golden ears and I smile.
"So are you hungry or thirsty? I'm making some coffee and I can make some toast or something." He smiles as Al comes to sit on the other side of me, resting his metal hand on my shoulder.
"I don't want coffee; can you just get me a glass of water? And I guess toast would be okay, since I know you can't cook." I see Mustang blush and I laugh.
"I can make toast, that's good enough."
"That's because it's almost impossible to burn toast."
"You can still burn toast you know."
"Yeah but burning toast won't set the house on fire, unless you use your gloves to make the toast. Then we're screwed."
"Do you think I'm that stupid?"
"Maybe." I laugh, it feels good to have a small argument with Mustang, and I can tell he likes it too.
"I'll go get you some water and toast, you'd better eat it too bone boy." He gets up and leaves the room quickly, snickering the whole way down the hall.
"He's annoying." I growl, sticking my tongue out at the closed door. Al laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"It's good to have the old Ed back." I turn my head and smile at him, flicking my ears slightly.
"And it feels good to be back." I sigh and listen to the sounds of the colonel fumbling around in the kitchen. I laugh when I hear him slip slightly on the floor, grumbling to himself.
"So when is the colonel returning to work?" I ask Al, curling close to his body.
"I don't know, probably once you get better. He told me that he might have you come to work with him too, because he says it would be easier for him if he knew the little hell raiser wasn't causing trouble."
"Who the hell is he calling little! Damn slacker." I grumble to myself, cursing the colonel under my breath. Al laughs and I hear Mustang's footsteps coming closer to the door.
"I'm not little!" I yell at him when he enters the room, it's funny to see the confusion on his face. "Al told me that you called me a little hell raiser, I'm just a hell raiser."
"I dread what you'll be like when you get better." He sighs, handing me a glass of water and a small plate of toast. I notice that he didn't burn it and I mentally clap for him in my head.
I smile at him innocently and gulp down the water, feeling the cool liquid run down my dry throat. Once I finish the glass I slowly eat the toast, afraid that if I eat it too quick I might throw up. They both are watching me closely, probably thinking the same thing as me.
After about five minutes I finish the toast and let out a sigh, lying down on my right side, snuggling into the warm covers.
"Can I sleep now? Dying and coming back to life makes me tired." I don't even stay awake long enough to hear their answer to that.