Death XIII: Dark Depths
It's safe to say that in the relatively short amount of years he had lived, that Edward Elric had never been particularly fond of water. Sure, as a child he would often go fishing with his younger brother, or venture out to play by the riverside with his friends. Those were wonderful memories that he would cherish deeply until the end of time, but the fact still remained that even though the sight of flowing waves calmed him, and the feel of a warm shower soothed his aching muscles after a long day, he still tried his best to steer clear away from large bodies of water.
The most prominent reason being was that he could not swim.
When he was young the children of Resembul had all been taught to swim by their parents, but it was mainly the fathers' responsibility and Edward's mother had been much to busy to teach him and is brother. That was why, one day when his best friend Winry had said she would show them how neither knew what would happen. It seemed easy to the eldest child, especially after his baby brother had caught on so quickly. He could do it; he thought, everyone would be happy, Winry, Alphonse, and Mama… maybe even his father when he returned from his trip. How proud would he be when he saw that his big boy had learned all on his lonesome?
So Edward tried and failed miserably. It was embarrassing to have had Winry to dive in after him. To be saved by a girl, and then have his little brother fuss over him, until they both ran crying to his mother about how he had almost died. Ed had told them that he was okay, but in truth he was far from it, he tried to swim again after that. He was too afraid back then, and even if had wanted too when he got older it would have been impossible. Yet another thing his auto mail hindered him from doing. He could not even FLOAT due to the slabs of heavy weighted steel that were attached to his body… let along swim.
The whole point of this explanation his to tell you that by all rights Edward Elric should have known that diving headlong off a ship into the ocean was a bad idea. A horrible idea, one that would get him killed…but as he felt the water pressure against his skin, and the auto mail drag his limp body down, as the last of his oxygen left his body in an ironically floating feeling. He knew he did not care, because he had to save them. Even if he died he had to pull her out of the water like she had done years ago when their lives had been simple by the riverside. He had to grasp that no so tiny anymore hand of his little brother and let him know that he was safe.
He had too.
They were all he had left in the world.
But he could not… and he knew it and he felt his tears mix with the salt water around him, as sank father into the dark abyss below.
Hey ya! I'm back…I guess. :3 This is a request by Irato I hope you like it, it was kind of based on my experiences with swimming I can't swim. Not to save my life…or anyone else's. I found internet! But I don't know when the next update will be I just don't want people to think I've left and you're probably tired of authors' notes by now. My poor assistant Mutt has just been shipped to basic training right now so wish him luck. Thanks too all of you who got me out of my FMA is over depression, I will make it live on so come along if you want to join the ride, if you don't trust me then theres always brotherhood….he heh. Any way to the reader who call themselves brichamp123 thank you for the beautiful story, I love long reviews, and especially if they have touching stories to share. See ya all later!