I LIVE! *dramatic music*

So, um, yeah, here's an update...OH! Yami Papercut helped me write this (actually, she gave me the basic idea (nightmare, computer, etc.) and I wrote it out..Thanks Yami-sempai!)

Disclaimer: Me no own.

Warnings: Swearing and all that good stuff.

-Al's POV-

I sit on the windowsill in the apartment Ed and I share. Today I got an off day (yay), and I spent the whole day trying to fix that old clunky computer.

Yes, a computer. Really only the military get to use them, but I got a old one. For some reason alchemy can't fix it and Ed refused to help, so it took all freaking day to fix the goddamn thing. I really hate computers.

Gazing out into the night street, I think about how we got here in the first place.

It all started with dad leaving. Soon we had to move from Resembol to Central (we already knew some alchemy courtesy of Teacher). Ed hated it, and the kids at the school didn't like him either. I was (and still am) very good at keeping under the radar, so I didn't get bullied very much. Well, there was that one time that some kid tried to steal my lunch, and Ed beat him up. Yeah. He got suspended, and later expelled within 2 years.

And then mom died.

-Flashback-

"It's such a nice day, right?" Mom asks us as we walk down the street. The sun is shining and there's not that many people about.

"Yeah!" Ed cheers. "It's a nice day, and I'm in a good mood, right Al?" I nod, my hair flopping over my right eye. During the three years we've been in Central, I've developed side-bangs.

"Race ya, Al!" Ed yells, taking off. I chase after him. Mom walks at a distance laughing at our childish antics. That was the last day we ever did stuff like that.

Suddenly, Ed runs smack into a military officer, who looks annoyed. "Damn brat! Get out of my way!" He shoves Ed to the ground rather hard.

"Stop!" mom yells, grabbing the man's arms to prevent him from hitting Ed again. "That was rude of you, you prick." Mom never used harsh language unless she was really mad.

"Let go of me right now!" the man roars. Mom loosens her grip, and he shoots her. Mom falls near Ed, who lets out a strangled yell.

Later, we learn that the man was drunk, and didn't recall anything that happened.

-Flashback End-

We later bought a tiny (2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom) apartment with some money that dad left us. Neither of us were old enough for jobs, but I still got to go to school for free.

Then we (mostly Ed) tried to revive mom.

-Flashback-

"Hey Ed?" I ask one day after I get back from school. "What have you been making in that abandoned building next door? You've been going there a lot."

Ed stiffens. "Nothing, Al. Okay?" He tries for a smile, but fails miserably.

~Three days later~

I approach the abandoned building, seeing some light inside. I follow the light and the sound of lightning and end up seeing Ed preforming human transmutation.

"NO!" I yell, slapping my hands down on the edge of the circle at the last moment.

-Flashback End-

So you know what happens next. Ed loses an arm and a leg. He's in a hospital for a while, but gets automail.

I lost my right eye. I remember not being able to see from my right eye, then feeling around my right eye socket and feeling no eye, and screaming. I got a fake eye.

That's when I decided to become a state alchemist (to pay for the apartment and to be useful). I kept that secret from Ed for a few years. Surprisingly, he just facepalmed and muttered something about idiot brothers. Rude.

Sometimes I wish Ed became the state alchemist. We can do the same clap-hands-together-and-press-on-something-to-transmute thing, but Ed's are a little faster than mine. And that little time counts.

I walk over to Ed's room to see how he's doing. Sometimes he gets screaming nightmares, which are very disturbing.

Ed is curled up on his side, his long blonde hair getting in his face. Strangely, he looks like a girl when he sleeps, delicate features and all. Odd. Suddenly, he jolts forward with a loud scream and wakes up.

"Are you okay?" I ask him. He's gasping with his left hand pressed to his right shoulder and his automail hand bracing himself against the wall.

"I had this dream.." he gasps out. "That I had accidentally killed a child..."

Ed's had this dream a lot. One time I thought I had heard him mutter under his breath "I actually did...", but I suppose I had heard him wrong.

I rub his back a bit to clam him down. Finally, he clams down and goes to sleep.

I return to the post at the windowsill. This Fullmetal case is getting worse. One supposed witness of Fullmetal murdering someone said Fullmetal had blonde hair and an automail arm. Kinda like Ed.

I am interrupted in my musings when Ed walks into the room. He's still in a black tank top and shorts, his long blonde hair hanging into his face.

"What is it, Ed?" I ask him, getting off the windowsill and walking over to him. I place a hand on his shoulder and he stiffens.

"You're probably gonna hate me for this.." he mumbles, glancing down at his bare feet.

"What, Ed? Speak up," I say. "I can barely hear you."

Ed quickly transmutes his automail blade, and I back up a step.

"Al," Ed says. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"I'm Fullmetal. I've killed more people than our ages combined."

DUN DUN DUUUUN!

So, review? What do you think? Anyone want to chose what Al's reaction will be?