This one is for Satrinity.
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Ed had finished his shower first and was still toweling off his hair. With the towel still over his shoulders he heads outside.
Al steps out about 20 minutes later. "Where's Brother?"
"He stepped outside," I answer.
Al grins and throws on a shirt. "Come on. Let's go see what he's up to."
Tuck, Sam, and I follow Al into the yard. Our yard isn't very big mind you, but Ed's managed to cover it in statues. Ed claps his hands and there's a flash of green light followed by yet another explosion. Correction, the yard is filled with broken statues.
Beside me, Al is trying to stifle a laugh. "At least the explosions are getting smaller. I think he's starting to get the hang of it."
"Who are all these people anyway?"
"Friends, family, coworkers…Oh look, there's even ones of Black Hayate and Den," Al answers pointing at a pair of headless dogs.
Al guides us through the forest of stone. He gives the names and shares stories of the people who've had seriously impacted their lives. I noticed there were a few figures were more ubiquitous than others. The most common were statues of Ed's commanding officer, but there were also at least half a dozen statues of the gun wielding lieutenant; his childhood friend with the wrench; and a little old lady. Every statue was, however, flawed in some way.
Mom and Dad pull up in the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle just as Ed transmutes his first complete statue. It's a life sized version of Winry waving a wrench. We all cringe waiting for the explosion, but there isn't one.
Seeing the flash of green light, Dad jumps out of the GAV wielding a Fenton bazooka. "Ghost!"
Mom's just a few feet behind him. "No wait! Stop! It's not what you think!" I shout positioning myself between Ed and my parents.
Unfortunately, my actions startled Dad. He fires a wild shot which hits the statue of Winry. The shot breaks off the wrench, and poor Ed gets knocked unconscious.
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"She's not even here and she's still hitting me with wrenches," complains Ed, not for the first time. Ed is sitting at the kitchen table holding an ice pack on a massive bump on his forehead. Nearby, Al's laughing uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry, Sweetie," apologizes Mom. "We thought you were a ghost."
"Not everything is related to ghosts, Mrs. Fenton. That was alchemy. Al-che-my," replies Ed.
"Don't be ridiculous," Mom laughs. "There's no such thing as alchemy."
Mom exits the kitchen and I lean over to whisper in Ed's ear, "Don't feel bad. She doesn't believe in halfas either."
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This was just a short chapter inspired by one of the reviews. It really has nothing to do with the actual story. I received three reviews within 12 hours of posting chapter 5, so I thought you all deserved a treat.
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