A/N: It's been forever since I updated this story. I can't shake the feeling that I have written myself into a huge dud. O well, this story is coming to an ending anyways. I hope you enjoyed it so far.

If anyone is lost at the beginning of the chapter, it's because I changed the ending of chapter five. It's was a minor change, but this is just a reminder.

A. Leaf

Remember Me

It's been two days since the homunculus was first attacked by the unnamed blonde man. The sunrise marks the third day that he's been held here, somewhat against his will. He had a perfect opportunity to escape this place yesterday, but once again, he decided to stay and he cannot figure out why.

Pride knows that his other brother is furious with him. He's never been away from him for more than a few hours. With every passing hour, his brother's anger will grow. Honestly, the homunculus doesn't want to go back. His other brother is mean, bossy, and rude. Pride is also his brother's little punching bag whenever he's frustrated. Pride never did anything to anger him. Why is he so mean all the time?

His armor brother is a lot nicer to him and he has a valid reason to be mad at him. Pride doesn't know how they were separated or for how long; he tried apologizing to him, but the armor would only say that it wasn't his fault. His armor brother is weird. Whenever Pride asks about their past or his name, he brushes it off and says, "You'll remember, don't worry."

His armor brother may be the nicest person he knows. Despite his intimidating appearance, he's soft-spoken, nice and admired the homunculus as if he is the best brother in the world or the universe. Prides wishes he could remember his past-self. What did he do to earn that kind of praise?

His armor brother's footsteps could be heard over the rain outside. It could easily be mistaken for thunder. "Brother, what are you doing in here?"

The homunculus rose from his guarding post, the bed he shared with the sleeping girl. What was her name again?

The homunculus walked to his brother to explain, "I have to watch her, Brother."

"Why? You don't have to do that. I'm sure she will be fine."

His brother is nearly seven foot tall and probably weighs a ton. He may not have to defend himself before. Pride wondered if he would understand what he is trying to do, "Keep your voice low, I don't want to wake her or alert the blonde guy."

The armor shifted his head slightly to see Winry, if he remembers right, then he looked back to the homunculus, "do you like her?"

Pride could feel his cheeks heating up a little, but he didn't want his armor brother to feel like he has to compete with her. He shrugged and answered his brother in a low voice, "I don't know, Brother. I was told that I won't be able to feel any emotions. But, I feel like that I want to help her, that's all. I think she's being held here, too."

The armor gasped. It's odd; how could he breathe? The armor is an empty shell, but he can exhibits more emotions than the homunculus can identify or recognize. His brother dropped to the floor next to him. His metal body makes so much noise whenever he moves. Pride knows his other brother will be agitated with hearing metallic clicking so much.

The armor looked at him with his bright red eyes and stated, "Alright, if you insist, but why do you think that she is in danger?"

The homunculus stared down at the armor. He's taller only when the armor is sitting down, "Because, yesterday, he was really mad and yelling at her. She very frightened, too."

"Uh… Hmm," Sometimes the armor would fumble over what to say. He told Pride it was because he'll get a little shy when he talks to the world's best big brother.

The armor looked at the bed that Pride was still guarding. It only made him curious so he glanced over his shoulder at Winry, too. It looked like that she was still sleeping. She must be a very heavy sleeper. The armor called for him and Pride shifted his gaze back to the gigantic metal armor.

"Brother, are you mad at her for something she did?"

The homunculus was baffled, because that question came out of nowhere. It's the first time that his brother is asking on the behalf of someone else, including someone that he shouldn't know. Pride plopped to the floor in front of the bed. It didn't matter how much he trusts his armor brother, something about this situation is amiss.

"I'm not mad at her. It wasn't her fault that the blonde guy attacked me and kept me here. There wasn't much she could do. Why would I be mad at her?"

Pride was a little confused by his question. He doesn't have a temper, but maybe he used to. It's another reason why the homunculus wants to remember something about his past. He has no idea what his past personality was like.

"That's great to hear."

Another voice interrupted the private conversation. There was only one person it could have been. Pride turned around to see Winry's cerulean eyes. Something is oddly familiar about that color; o, it's the same color of the sky.

She was holding on to the bedsheets very tightly and was slightly trembling. Is she usually this easily frightened? Winry smiled wearily at the two visitors and greeted them, "Good morning you two."

"Morning," the armor responded to her very casually.

She barely noticed the humongous armor that could easily overshadow her and Pride. Her focus was squarely on the blonde homunculus that sat on the floor next to her bed. Pride tried to return her smile, "How do you feel?"

Her reaction to the simple question was very confusing. Winry was smiling brightly at him, but tears were welding in her eyes. Pride was stomped, he had no idea what she could be feeling or thinking to make that kind of reaction. He only asked how she was feeling.

Pride hesitated; he didn't mean to make her cry. He turned around completely and asked in a lenient tone, "What's wrong?"

The blonde girl wiped her tears away, reached for his right hand, clutched it, and replied with a smile, "It's nothing. I'm so happy right now."

Huh? But, she's crying. Humans are strange creatures. The homunculus watched Winry climbed out of her bed and into the spot right next to him. She didn't let go of his hand the entire time. Finally, she rested her head on his shoulder.

Pride didn't do anything to stop her. It was odd to let anyone this close to him, even his brother.

"I'm not being held here against my will, Pride. I live here." She squeezed his hand as she clarified for him.

Now that didn't make sense. The homunculus glanced at the armor brother who is very tense at that moment. The homunculus should have asked what's eating him. Well, it would explain why she didn't run yesterday, but there's one thing, "Why do you live with that guy?"

Winry chuckled under her breathe, "I've had worse."

"Worse than him?"

"Yeah, way worse,"

A metallic click grabbed Pride's attention, again. The armor was carefully watching Winry. Judging by the posture, his brother looked every concerned. He recognized the way his fingers slightly twitch, because he does that sometimes when his other brother is mad at him.

Winry suddenly shifted uncomfortably and stood up. The homunculus held onto her hand as she walked passed the two visitors. When she noticed it, she turned to him and sweetly said, "I have to go, but I'll be right back. I promise."

The homunculus was considering going with her. However, a quick kiss on his forehead made lose his grip and she slipped out of the room. The atmosphere changed since she left. It must have been coming from his brother.

"Brother, please don't hurt her, she's innocent." The armor stated boldly.

The homunculus shrugged, "I couldn't if I tried. I can't end another life, Brother."

He heard the armor sighed in relief. There is something that his brother is not telling him. The homunculus does not know how to start that conversation or what to ask. If he tries to ask him anything that is not in the right subject, he quickly changes it. Well, it's still better than what his other brother would do; he'll beat him.

"Brother, I just want to make sure that she is okay." Pride admitted to him. It was the reason for his actions yesterday.

"I know the feeling, Brother." The armor replied softly.

Pride tucked in his legs and hugged them. This house had a strange aura around it since he was first dragged into it. It may have been his presence that shifted the mood so dramatically, but he can't tell for sure. Either way, it's very clear that the people inside the house will not let him leave so easily.

He needed to remind himself to ask Winry about that. Before he knew it, Winry entered the room carrying a small bowl of fruit and a large red cloth. She glanced nervously at the armor and back to the homunculus.

"Uh, I have something for you, Pride."

The homunculus perked up at the thought. It may be his first gift that he ever received. His eyes immediately drawn to the red cloth; it may have been the brightest thing he ever seen. "What is it?"

Winry placed the fruit bowl down and held out the cloth. It was very obvious what it is now, "It's a coat, silly. I think it will look great on you."

Red is Pride's favorite color. She's pretty good at guessing. There is one thing, "But, I'm not allowed to wear red."

His armor brother quickly rose to his feet and asked heatedly, "Did your other brother forbid you from wearing red?"

The homunculus slowly nodded. The two people towered over him because he still sitting on the floor. He didn't like this angle. He watched as the armor grab the coat out of the girl's hand and offer it to him. "You shouldn't let him control things like that. It's just a coat."

Pride knew that outburst was more than just a red coat. His armor brother doesn't like him to mention his other brother. He judges him so harshly for everything he does. Pride assumed that his other brother's behavior is normal; mainly, because he doesn't know any better. However, dealing with his other brother made him a pushover.

"Okay," the homunculus weakly agreed without an argument.

Pride took the coat and quickly slid his arms through the long red sleeves. He did like the coat. They must have given it to him, because it was raining outside. It felt like it was made for him. When he looked up at the two, he noticed that Winry was crying again and the armor's posture suggested that he might be if he could.

Pride sighed heavily. It seems like everything that he does cause them a great deal of distress. It's just a coat.

"What's wrong? I like the coat," Pride tried to console them.

Winry smiled at him through her stream of tears again. "I had a feeling you would."

What does that mean? Pride weakly smiled at two. They're acting very strange and keeping secrets from him, but they're still better than his other family at this point. They never gave him anything but the clothes on his back and they hardly wanted to give him that.

Despite the chill of the rain outside, the three of them have been warming up to each other very quickly. It's been nearly an hour now. Something that Pride forgot that was humans have to eat every few hours and his armor brother hasn't mention food or any other things that humans do; other than sleep.

He has to be human, because he acts like one and have memories of being smaller. Pride wanders if used to be a smaller suit of armor.

"Um, brother, I have one more question for you." The armor gained the homunculus's attention again while Winry excused herself to go the restroom. Whatever that is, who knows?

"Sure, what is it?" Pride reassured his younger brother.

"Why were you standing in front of the remains of the house, where the blonde guy found you?" The armor kept a hard stare when he asked that.

That's a random question. His younger brother's questions usually are. Pride thought back to that night. The memory of fighting the blonde guy all the way to his captivity dominated his flashback, but his brother wanted to know what was he was doing beforehand. He tried to relive that night where he followed the armor from his imagination to the house. No, it wasn't it.

"I saw a burning house there and you were standing next to me as it burned down. Do you remember that day?"

The armor didn't respond right away. Pride thought that he might be falling asleep again. Then he answered with a pained voice, "Yes, I remember that night, Brother. Do you have any other memories about the house? You have to think really hard about it."

The homunculus wondered what made his brother so intrigued. Pride took another minute to try to remember anything else about the mysterious house, but he couldn't think of anything. He looked at his brother with a sorrowful look and said, "I'm sorry, Brother. The only thing that I can remember about the house was it being burned down."

The armor shot up from his seat like a bullet. He nearly shouted, "Well, we have to take you there, right now. I think you remember something else."

Pride shook his head. He knows that his brother is trying to help him with remembering his past life, but they have a huge obstacle in their way. "But, I'm not allowed to leave."

"Um," the armor thought over his options, "we should go out the window."

The homunculus looked outside to see the window drenched in rain. He really didn't want to go outside to be soaked, even with his new coat. He's always been a little eerily of being around too much water. He's not sure where this feeling originated from, so wanted to keep that a secret.

"Okay, but if you think that we could slip away. I don't want to get beaten up again, Brother." Pride weakly protested.

"It's okay, Brother. We'll be back before the blonde guy realizes that we're gone. But you have to see the house again." The armor was very persistent with this.

His brother grabbed his arm and started to pull him towards the window. The homunculus went very obediently, because he didn't want to argue with his armor brother. The armor started to tie the bedsheets into a rope and the homunculus stopped him, "I don't need that, Brother. I can jump out."

"But we have to climb back up," the brother protested.

The homunculus had to wait a few moments to let the armor finish his rope. Then, he tied it to the end of a bed and lowered it out the opened window. Pride made sure that his brother safely climbed out before he jumped. He was able to climb down the rope very swiftly for his size.

The homunculus jumped out of the second story window and into the muddy grass. It was nice to be outside again. At that moment, he didn't mind that his feet were covered in mud; it was nice to feel freedom again.

His armor brother called his attention once more and beckoned him to come with him. Pride pulled up his hood, before following his brother. The remains of the destroyed house weren't very far away. The armor already made to the front of ruins before Pride could catch them.

The homunculus examined the remains for any more memories to reappear. The land was severely scarred and including the tree next to it. It's a shame what happened here. He took a few steps back and can imagine the crimson flames that engulfed the house. The homunculus doesn't know why someone could justify causing so much destruction.

"Why did you bring me here?" Pride turned to the armor.

His younger brother was not paying attention to the house at all. The armor slightly shook his head and asked, "Do you remember anything else, but the fire?"

Why is this so important to him? The homunculus didn't know what to say. He didn't want to lie to his younger brother, but he wanted him to do something that he couldn't do. "I'm sorry, Brother. All I remember is the fire. Is there anything else I could do?"

The armor sighed heavily. The rain drops made a ping noise whenever they hit the hollow armor. The homunculus wanted get shelter from the rain. It's sad that his only option is the place of his captivity. No, it doesn't have to be.

"Brother, this is a perfect chance to escape."

"Hmm," the armor was flustered again. "No, he'll come looking for you, again even if you leave this town."

The homunculus felt numbing sensation wrap his body and his chest tighten. He stared wide-eyed at the armor in disbelief. Now, he couldn't form the next words. "But, why?"

You're Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

Those words were drilled into his head. It was the blonde guy's reasoning for keeping him hostage. The blonde homunculus shook his under the drenched red coat. Pride couldn't hold in his frustration anymore. He vented in a shaky voice, "I'm not Edward Elric, I'm not. I'm not made of metal. You could be the Fullmetal Alchemist. I don't know anything about alchemy."

His armor brother waited until he was done with the stunned rant. Then he kneeled to try to get to the homunculus's eye level. "Edward Elric is the blonde's brother. He disappeared over a year ago and he searched the entire country to find him."

So he kidnapped me? The homunculus furiously thought. He may feel little sympathy for the guy, but it is not an excuse.

But, why him? Pride thought of the fight that took place where they're standing; the memory made him flinch. Pride asked, "Why does he think I'm Edward Elric?"

The armor paused for a second, before answering, "I don't know."

The armor stood up and gestured back to the house, "We should go before they realize we're gone."

Pride looked towards the town. He could see Central from there, but it is still a far away. He couldn't use public transportation and he didn't know if his other brother had left him behind yet. If he makes a run for it, he'll be on foot and the blonde guy would hunt him relentlessly. The homunculus sighed; he doesn't have another choice.

"Okay," the homunculus weakly agreed, again. He hated being dragged around.

This time, the armor stood by Pride as he slowly walked back to his captivity. He nearly carried him through the window. Their little spree couldn't have last more than a few minutes. Pride wanted to make sure that the coast was clear.

Pride stealthy walked to the bedroom door. During his past attempts, if touched the door, it would shock him, this time it didn't. The homunculus moved the door ajar to peak into the hallway. Of course, the blonde man was standing a few feet from the door. His arms were folded and his back was pressed to the wall. The guy turned his head to Pride's stare. He quickly closed the door to avoid eye contact.

The homunculus felt a little helpless. It was bad that a human could make a homunculus cower so much. He turned around to face his armor brother again, but he stopped when he saw the opened window.

Pride was paralyzed with fear and he backed into the wall as if he could move the wall.

The armor noticed the drastic change in the homunculus's behavior and tried to console him, "What is it, Brother?"

Pride was visibly trembling where he stood. He ignored the armor's words. He started to mutter through the words, I'm sorry, repeatedly to thin air.

The armor was getting anxious. "Brother, who are you talking to?"

"M-my," Pride stumbled on his words.

The armor followed his gaze to a black crow that was sitting on the window sill. The small crow was staring directly at them with purple eyes. When the armor saw the crow's stare, Pride was finally able to answer, "It's my brother."

A/N: Finally, geez, this is a hard story for me, because it is darker than most of my stories. Thank you for sticking it out with me. I DO NOT LIKE Envy at all and neither will Alphonse. His perspective will be the next chapter.

A. Leaf