Of course he came through the window.
"You'd be dangerous if you ever figured out what you wanted, Fullmetal."
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
If Al could have frowned suspiciously, he would have. Instead he relied on his expressive vocal stylings as he propped his brother upright. “What’s in that glass, Brother?”
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
What do you know, he wanted to scream, what do you know about my brother, what he’s gone through and how far he’s — we’ve — come?
It wasn't a nightmare; nightmares leave him shaking and sweating, but now he's oddly calm.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
I had offered him something he couldn't deny, something he couldn't refuse: the blink of salvation and a flesh-and-blood body for his brother.
Who was waiting for him? He tried to remember, but his mind wasn't working quite right at the moment.
Some of the details he needed, of course, they wouldn't have; no non-alchemist would know. And most of the details they had, he didn't want.
Winry had never gotten to appreciate the leather pants in her current position as the person who got to unzip them.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
“Um, you must’ve learned that from Colonel Bastard. You’d better not be flashing that at the nurses. Or at me, ever, ever again.”
Falling back into the sun-warmed grass, Al smiled to the skies, offered them his hopes and dreams on a gilded platter of golden eyes.
There is grass growing on the cinders, ivy covers the old stones.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
The feel of hands on his shoulders woke him, one metal and one flesh, and it was the chill in human fingers that told him how cold the night had grown while he slept.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
He’s killing his brother slowly, but he has already promised to do it quickly; what does it matter?
They were good boys, and smart, and she trusted them to stay mostly out of trouble. Mostly.
But last night I dreamed of Teacher, standing in a brightness like sunlit mist, holding out her arms to me, smiling gently.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
You'd have to be inhuman not to quake in fear when she stares you down.
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
And while he didn't know the Niisan that had been to hell and back again with a grin on his face, he knew his Niisan, and he knew that prison was not at all where he belonged.
All the alchemical skill in the world didn't matter, he was learning, when it came to something like this.
He mostly trusted his brother to be able to put a nearly-three-year-old to bed by himself, but...Al should probably check, just to be sure.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Brother likes to pretend that he doesn't care what goes on in the military unless it directly affects him. Or, you know, directly offends him. One or the other.
I could sleep here, soundly, knowing that I followed in his footsteps, lay in the same beds, held the same forks and glasses, and spoke with the same people he had protected.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
He's getting so awfully, awfully tired of pictures, but they won't just stop coming.
What price for a human soul? Even a body and a leg had left a debt that could cleave the world in two.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.