Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Chrono Crusade Fan Fiction ❯ Another Chance ❯ A Son's hatred and a Mother's faith ( Chapter 6 )
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Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction / Chrono Crusade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 06.24.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Done with chapter 6, Happy reading and hope you'll enjoy it.
I DO NOT own ANY FMA of CC characters, only the OCs
Chapter 6: A Son's hatred and a Mother's faith
Dublith, Amestris
Year: 1919
Two blondes, one an adult and the other a child, walk along the white sandy grains of the Dublith beach. The sun was setting, spilling it's mighty rays on the clouds and the sky, and painting them with many shades of reds and a few dark blues. The older blonde, grasping the child's hand, halted just to see the view of the sun setting beyond the horizon. She sighed as memories of a blonde man taking her hand and run along the coasts of the beach until the soft, wet sand captured his left automail leg. He yelped as he fall to his back, bringing along the blonde girl with him. The woman laughed on top of the man's chest, and the man laugh along with her. They then look at each others eyes and, inches by inches, brought their faces together with a kiss. The blonde woman smiled sadly letting his gaze fall to the island across the lake.
Yauk Island.
"Mommy?" The child tug his mother's hand, bringing her back to the living world.
"Yes sweety?" Mother Blonde replied. The young child pointed at the island and then brought it back to his mouth. The older blonde smile at her child, knowing his unspoken question.
"That, honey, is where Daddy and Uncle AL first started their alchemy lessons."
The Child, through mouthful of fingers, questioned, "Where is Daddy, Mommy?" The blonde frowned and turn her gaze away from the island and to the now darkened skies.
"He is away..... on a journey." The blonde mindlessly replied to her curious son.
As if knowing the predicament his mother is in, the child remained silent and occupied himself with a thumb on his mouth and his golden eyes on the stars above.
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Resembool, Amestris
Year: 1923
RIINNNGGG RIIINNNGGGGG RII-
Groaning like an angry monkey, Kyle Edward Rockbell, better known as Kyle Rockbell, slam his fisted hand on the ringing alarm clock and rouse to a lazy sitting position on his bed. A yawn crossed his face as he scratch his stomach, just above his belly button, and rub his still sleepy eyes. He then viewed his annoying, and still alive, alarm clock, it read 7:05 am. He groan again as he flop back to his bed and let sleep overcome him, that is until his mother announce breakfast.
"Kyle! Breakfast is ready.We have bacon and sausage, your favorite!"
Kyle jump off from his bed, rummages through his laundry to find suitable, and clean looking, clothes and socks and then dive under his bed to grab a pair of shoes. He run through his room, not caring that his bed is still unmade, only that his favorite breakfast is on the table, hot and fresh, ready to be devoured by him. He jump down the stairs, only to step on some random screw, but he didn't care as long as breakfast imprint his mind. Finally arriving to the kitchen, he quickly sat on a chair and happily ate his breakfast. His mother frown as she look up and down to his messy and colorful son. Sensing eyes on him, Kyle look up from his food and to his mother and mouth a 'what' through a chewed sausage.
Winry sighed and pointed her spatula upstairs, "After you're done eating, go change into some decent, and clean, clothes. I don't want you to look like that on your first day of school." Winry sighed and continued, "Dear God, you're just like your Father."
Kyle nearly choked. "I am NOT like that bastard!"
Winry gasp and shouted, "Do not call your father that!"
"Why!? Aren't you angry that he left us? To go to some selfish journey that he thinks is far more important that his own family!?"
"ENOUGH, I do not want to hear you talk like that about your father, you do not know what he is doing for the nation.. and for us! Now go upstairs and change, I do not want to hear you use those words or talk about your father that way again , Understand!" Winry yell and pointed his spatula again upstairs.
Kyle dashed pass his mother, climb the stairs to his room, and slam his door shut. Winry sigh as she sat on the closed chair she can find. "Kyle...."
Hands on his pocket and mouth grumbling curses that no nine year old should say, Kyle walked, in a slouch, along the road that lead to his school. He prayed to whatever God that reside in the heavens to make this day longer, for the longer he stays at school the more likely he won't be able to go home and face yet another argument with his mother. One should know that if a Rockbell is angry one better stay away or one might see one's deceased relative for a brief moment, but he knew that his mother would never do such a thing... well, he knew she'll do something that might make him cry in agony for hours, but it won't be THAT harsh.Now he's truly scared to go home. After the incident on the kitchen with his mother, he turned his already messy room to a room full of thrash, dirty laundry, and broken items. Afterwards he swiftly rummage through closet and took out a pair of clean socks a clothes which consist of a red t-shirt with a small, black alchemy insignia on his right sleeve, and black sport board shorts, and left the house immediately before his mother finds out about his room.
"Man.. this is really a drag.. why can't she just marry some really good guy that will stay with her.. and me.... why can't I have a father who can teach me alchemy everyday, play sports with me, and trainin'" Kyle mumbled as he kick a lone rock. He look from his left and right. Nothing, just a bunch of bricked fences and grassy hills. He sighed. "Man.. wish I was livin' in Central right now and see uncle Roy..wait I mean, Fuhrer Roy, and Aunt Riza."
While on his way to school, he spotted some of his friends chatting with their parents near a tree beside the school ground. One of his friends wave at Kyle and motioned him to come. He obliged and jog to were his friend stood.
"W'sup, Kyle? Havin' a dandy mornin'" Kyle's southern accented friend said with a smile on his face.
"eheh.. well, sort of, Nathan." Kyle rub the back of his neck as he flash a crooked smile at Nathan.
"hahaha, well.. nice hear'n. Hey, I'd like you to meet m' pops. Pop, this 's Kyle, best buddy of mine since last year's school."
Nathan's dad grin and shook Kyle's hand. "Hey there lil' fella."
It took nearly all of Kyle's will to tame his anger. Ugh, He truly hated being called short or any word, or sentence, that is related to the forbidden word 'short'. When the older man shook his hand, Kyle eyed the man and observe his physical appearance. Nathan's man was tall and middle aged looking. He isn't really that good looking nor bad looking either, he is somewhat in between. He had a crooked nose with wrinkles here and there. His brown beard were sharp and bushy looking and he had a British style mustache. His gentle eyes and bushy eyebrows could soothe a raging ghost. His hair was short with few gray strands stinking out. His neck was thick and most of his body were somewhat physically fit, almost compared to General Armstrong, with a little belly fat like Izumi's husband, Sid Curtis. Kyle also noticed the clothes the man is wearing.
Hmm.. I see he's from the military. Kyle smirked at the man, who look at him curiously. "So Mr. Kent, where are you stationed and what is your rank?"
The man look at him in surprise, then at his uniform, and laugh. "You have good eyes there, lad. I am stationed at the southern border of our great ol' country and my rank is Major." and then the man laugh, "For a young lad, you sure 's serious 'bout this. What is your business?"
"Oh, nothing. Just curious. Hey, you said you're stationed in the South, Have you visited Dublith?"
"Sure did, place 's great. 'specially Yauk Island, but were not allowed to go there, even us military soldiers. 'cept for the Fuhrer, his trusted Generals and certain officers, and the authority of medicine and automail engineering and her son."
"Hmp, Yauk Island. The place were my 'Dad' started his alchemy lessons." Kyle cross his arms together and closed his eyes angrily.
"You're pop's sure 's lucky to 've started his alchemy in that 'storical site. 'specially when it's forbidden." Nathan awed, eyes twinkle in fascination.
"Tch. Not proud of it also."
"Why not? The Legendary Fullmetal Alchemist took his first step to bein' a hero 'n that island. I sure would be braggin' 'bout this if my pops took a step there. " Nathan nodded in this statement as his father laugh.
"Hmp, I don't care about my Dad. Anyway, I gotta go and see the teacher. He or she need me for something I don't know. haven't done aything bad... yet. See ya at class Nathan." Kyle waved at the duo and scurried to the entrance of the school.
"Interestin' buddy you have 'ere Nathaniel. Kyle huh?" Mr. Kent scratch his beard and glance at his son.
"Yeah, Kyle Rockbell sure 's interestin'" Nathan nodded in agreement.
"Kyle Rockbell you say... Son of the Chairman of Medicine and Automail Engineerin' eh?"
"Yep."
Kyle ambled across the hallway and to his designated homeroom. There he met his waiting teacher who sat patiently on his seat and staring at the space in deep concentration. The teacher glance at Kyle and gave him a small smile, "Take a seat Mr. Rockbell."
Kyle gulped and took a seat across the teacher's desk. God, What did he do! He could feel his heart beating at a dangerous rate, and the silence of the room isn't helping much.
"I'm sorry to have summoned you here unannounced, I was planning on sending your parents a letter if I could have a chat with you ,and your parents, at your house before, but there was some.... difficulties. I called you here that you will be recieving a different education than other 3rd graders." The teacher open a file, and read it " From what your your file states, Your IQ equals that of a 6th grader, but the District school board refuse to promote you to 6th grade due to your age. Because your IQ is higher than any 3rd graders and because you are the son of the Respectful Fullmetal Alchemist and the Chairman, the Resembool Education Committee Board has chosen me as your teacher."
Kyle let out a breath to relief his throbbing heart. man, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.
Kyle look around his surroundings and noticed that he's the only one, besides the teacher. Shouldn't there be another 'special' student, like him, here? "mmhmm.. and why am I the only one here, shouldn't their be another individual like me to listen you talk?"
"Because, Mr. Elric, The only student with a high IQ in this school, maybe the whole District, is you."
"Besides my IQ, why is being the son of the "Great" Fullmetal Alchemist and the Chairman part of the reasons why I am stuck with you?"
"It is to protect you."
"Oh, so a teacher can protect me. HA, you must be joking." Kyle pointed at the teacher and chuckled.
"Mr. Elric, I am the Deputy Commander of the Intelligence Department and the ASOC (A/N: ASOC is my made up military Corp, they equal the Navy Seals of US. ASOC stands for Amestris Special Ops. Corp.) and I was being nominated and voted upon by the higher ups, INCLUDING the Fuhrer, to teach and protect you."
"So?"
"I know you have great connections with the Fuhrer, but that does not make you immune to any orders and laws given and established by the Amestris government."
"Whatever teacher, go ahead. Teach me and 'protect' me hahaha" Kyle leaned back on his seat
"I do have a name."
"Sure give me your name, as well as your rank. Not that I'm gonna call by that anyway."
" It's Lt. Colonel Mark Cyrus."
"Cool, a Lt. Colonel. Anyway, This is wastin' time, when are we gonna start. The bell rang 5 minutes ago."
On his way back home, Kyle couldn't help but think about that Lt. Colonel. There's something about him he doesn't like. The way he would chuckle when he mentions about his mother and her achivements; and then that monotone speech about his dad and the Fuhrer, he talk about them like he doesn't like them or something. Sighing at this he scratch his golden scalp.
While walking along the road something caught his attention. He turn to his left and notice that a person, shouded in black, glare at him with ominous and deadly red eyes. He lock eyes with the figure and, for what seem like forever, run as fast as he could. His red eyes frightened Kyle terribly that he shook and his golden eyes dilated. He thrust the entrance door of his yellow house open and swiftly close and lock it behind him. He shiver with fear and descended upstairs to his room to change his clothes. a few minutes later, he climb down the stairs to meet her mother, who is tinkering at some piece of metal.
Winry look up at his son, and gave him a welcoming smile. "How was your first day of school?"
Kyle was not fooled at this. He knew that deep within that smile, anger resides. He gave his mother a brief stern eyes and then soften it to a apologitic one. "School was weird... and mom?"
"Yes sweety?"
"uh.. I'm really sorry about my room. I shouldn't have done that."
Winry and his son stare at each other in silence. Thunder clouds rolled, a cat screech, dogs bark, and drips of water colliding with any solid objects outside could be heard in the background. Kyle waited. Waiting for his mother to explode. Waiting to be paddled in the ass with a wrench, and waiting for the damn storm to start it's mighty roar and echo throughout Resembool. Winry broke the silence with a sigh.
"It's ok." Kyle was shock. Did she not go and check her room, and what his rage did? Kyle remembered the alarm that his mother made for him, it now lay in ruins on the floor. Wasn't she mad about that? Winry watch his son's face change from shock to a deep concentrated one. He smiled at this, Just like Edward , "Go clean your room, after that bring the clock you broke."
"Aren't you mad?" Kyle asked, still confused.
"I was. But it doesn't matter, as long as you clean your room." Winry sighed once again as she continued tinkering with her unfinished automail. Kyle, not wanting to know what happens if he keeps on asking questions, left the livingroom. Winry watch his only child climb the stairs and to his room. Besides, I don't think Edward's room will never stay clean. Winry giggled and brought her attention to the automail on her lap. Ed... when will you come back.
Ok, this goes here. and this goes to that. Kyle shuffled about the room, placing all the scattered items on it's rightful area. He fixed his bed, pick all the items, mostly action figures and souveniers from places he visit, and a bunch of books. Done, now.. where is that clock. Ah, there it is... wow. On the floor beside the frame of his door and his ancient desk, lies the broken clock. It was broken in pieces, the screen where the time shows was broken and many screws and springs was scattered on that area. I wonder how she'll fix this. It's totally in pieces. On his way to pick all the pieces on the floor, something caught his eye. underneath his desk lies a journal, it was dusty and it's brown leather cover was ripped and scratched, and the book was covered in a deep sheet of dust. Kyle grab the old book, he observed it carefully and blew the dust away. On the front cover of the book, it reads 'Edward Elric'. Dad's journal? What's it doing under there? He flip a page and read it's first entry:
January 14, 1910
On the day my brother and I did a human transmutation circle, an attempt to bring our dead mother back, we lost something important. It was really hard, really hard to move on without our mother, that is why we did the forbidden. Sure Winry and granny Pinako are here with us like a family, but they can never replace our mother. Anyway, while doing the human transmutation.. something went horribly wrong. My theory was flawless and perfect so nothing should be wrong, so why did we lost this? It wasn't because of the theory, it was perfect, it's because of us. As the result of this, I lost my left leg and my brother... his whole body. I couldn't stand losing another family member, but I don't mind losing that bastard we call 'our father', so I gave my right arm in exchange for my brother back.. but the exchange was not enough, I wasn't able to get his body but I did get his soul on an armor. I know this isn't the Alphonse I know physically, but as brothers, I know that it's Alphonse by soul. I don't care as long as my brother is here and alive. As for me, I thought I was gonna die from loss of blood, but he, thankful that Al is able to carry heavy loads, carried me to Winry's and Granny Pinako's House immediatly. A few days after I recover from this, I---
"Kyle, Dinner!" Kyle groaned. He stood up and place the journal on his desk. I never knew that Dad went through all that The boy felt slightly sorry for this father as he descended down the stairs. every step, he couldn't help but think about what he've been through. So why did he have to leave mom! I know he left her to find that Philosopher stone, but still... though he may feel pity for his father, that does not mean his anger died.
Forgotten, the clock lay on pieces on the floor. The wind blew through the window and on to the journal, flipping many pages. A piece of paper could be seen briefly beneath one of the pages, before others covered it.
End of chapter 6
I DO NOT own ANY FMA of CC characters, only the OCs
Chapter 6: A Son's hatred and a Mother's faith
Dublith, Amestris
Year: 1919
Two blondes, one an adult and the other a child, walk along the white sandy grains of the Dublith beach. The sun was setting, spilling it's mighty rays on the clouds and the sky, and painting them with many shades of reds and a few dark blues. The older blonde, grasping the child's hand, halted just to see the view of the sun setting beyond the horizon. She sighed as memories of a blonde man taking her hand and run along the coasts of the beach until the soft, wet sand captured his left automail leg. He yelped as he fall to his back, bringing along the blonde girl with him. The woman laughed on top of the man's chest, and the man laugh along with her. They then look at each others eyes and, inches by inches, brought their faces together with a kiss. The blonde woman smiled sadly letting his gaze fall to the island across the lake.
Yauk Island.
"Mommy?" The child tug his mother's hand, bringing her back to the living world.
"Yes sweety?" Mother Blonde replied. The young child pointed at the island and then brought it back to his mouth. The older blonde smile at her child, knowing his unspoken question.
"That, honey, is where Daddy and Uncle AL first started their alchemy lessons."
The Child, through mouthful of fingers, questioned, "Where is Daddy, Mommy?" The blonde frowned and turn her gaze away from the island and to the now darkened skies.
"He is away..... on a journey." The blonde mindlessly replied to her curious son.
As if knowing the predicament his mother is in, the child remained silent and occupied himself with a thumb on his mouth and his golden eyes on the stars above.
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Resembool, Amestris
Year: 1923
RIINNNGGG RIIINNNGGGGG RII-
Groaning like an angry monkey, Kyle Edward Rockbell, better known as Kyle Rockbell, slam his fisted hand on the ringing alarm clock and rouse to a lazy sitting position on his bed. A yawn crossed his face as he scratch his stomach, just above his belly button, and rub his still sleepy eyes. He then viewed his annoying, and still alive, alarm clock, it read 7:05 am. He groan again as he flop back to his bed and let sleep overcome him, that is until his mother announce breakfast.
"Kyle! Breakfast is ready.We have bacon and sausage, your favorite!"
Kyle jump off from his bed, rummages through his laundry to find suitable, and clean looking, clothes and socks and then dive under his bed to grab a pair of shoes. He run through his room, not caring that his bed is still unmade, only that his favorite breakfast is on the table, hot and fresh, ready to be devoured by him. He jump down the stairs, only to step on some random screw, but he didn't care as long as breakfast imprint his mind. Finally arriving to the kitchen, he quickly sat on a chair and happily ate his breakfast. His mother frown as she look up and down to his messy and colorful son. Sensing eyes on him, Kyle look up from his food and to his mother and mouth a 'what' through a chewed sausage.
Winry sighed and pointed her spatula upstairs, "After you're done eating, go change into some decent, and clean, clothes. I don't want you to look like that on your first day of school." Winry sighed and continued, "Dear God, you're just like your Father."
Kyle nearly choked. "I am NOT like that bastard!"
Winry gasp and shouted, "Do not call your father that!"
"Why!? Aren't you angry that he left us? To go to some selfish journey that he thinks is far more important that his own family!?"
"ENOUGH, I do not want to hear you talk like that about your father, you do not know what he is doing for the nation.. and for us! Now go upstairs and change, I do not want to hear you use those words or talk about your father that way again , Understand!" Winry yell and pointed his spatula again upstairs.
Kyle dashed pass his mother, climb the stairs to his room, and slam his door shut. Winry sigh as she sat on the closed chair she can find. "Kyle...."
Hands on his pocket and mouth grumbling curses that no nine year old should say, Kyle walked, in a slouch, along the road that lead to his school. He prayed to whatever God that reside in the heavens to make this day longer, for the longer he stays at school the more likely he won't be able to go home and face yet another argument with his mother. One should know that if a Rockbell is angry one better stay away or one might see one's deceased relative for a brief moment, but he knew that his mother would never do such a thing... well, he knew she'll do something that might make him cry in agony for hours, but it won't be THAT harsh.Now he's truly scared to go home. After the incident on the kitchen with his mother, he turned his already messy room to a room full of thrash, dirty laundry, and broken items. Afterwards he swiftly rummage through closet and took out a pair of clean socks a clothes which consist of a red t-shirt with a small, black alchemy insignia on his right sleeve, and black sport board shorts, and left the house immediately before his mother finds out about his room.
"Man.. this is really a drag.. why can't she just marry some really good guy that will stay with her.. and me.... why can't I have a father who can teach me alchemy everyday, play sports with me, and trainin'" Kyle mumbled as he kick a lone rock. He look from his left and right. Nothing, just a bunch of bricked fences and grassy hills. He sighed. "Man.. wish I was livin' in Central right now and see uncle Roy..wait I mean, Fuhrer Roy, and Aunt Riza."
While on his way to school, he spotted some of his friends chatting with their parents near a tree beside the school ground. One of his friends wave at Kyle and motioned him to come. He obliged and jog to were his friend stood.
"W'sup, Kyle? Havin' a dandy mornin'" Kyle's southern accented friend said with a smile on his face.
"eheh.. well, sort of, Nathan." Kyle rub the back of his neck as he flash a crooked smile at Nathan.
"hahaha, well.. nice hear'n. Hey, I'd like you to meet m' pops. Pop, this 's Kyle, best buddy of mine since last year's school."
Nathan's dad grin and shook Kyle's hand. "Hey there lil' fella."
It took nearly all of Kyle's will to tame his anger. Ugh, He truly hated being called short or any word, or sentence, that is related to the forbidden word 'short'. When the older man shook his hand, Kyle eyed the man and observe his physical appearance. Nathan's man was tall and middle aged looking. He isn't really that good looking nor bad looking either, he is somewhat in between. He had a crooked nose with wrinkles here and there. His brown beard were sharp and bushy looking and he had a British style mustache. His gentle eyes and bushy eyebrows could soothe a raging ghost. His hair was short with few gray strands stinking out. His neck was thick and most of his body were somewhat physically fit, almost compared to General Armstrong, with a little belly fat like Izumi's husband, Sid Curtis. Kyle also noticed the clothes the man is wearing.
Hmm.. I see he's from the military. Kyle smirked at the man, who look at him curiously. "So Mr. Kent, where are you stationed and what is your rank?"
The man look at him in surprise, then at his uniform, and laugh. "You have good eyes there, lad. I am stationed at the southern border of our great ol' country and my rank is Major." and then the man laugh, "For a young lad, you sure 's serious 'bout this. What is your business?"
"Oh, nothing. Just curious. Hey, you said you're stationed in the South, Have you visited Dublith?"
"Sure did, place 's great. 'specially Yauk Island, but were not allowed to go there, even us military soldiers. 'cept for the Fuhrer, his trusted Generals and certain officers, and the authority of medicine and automail engineering and her son."
"Hmp, Yauk Island. The place were my 'Dad' started his alchemy lessons." Kyle cross his arms together and closed his eyes angrily.
"You're pop's sure 's lucky to 've started his alchemy in that 'storical site. 'specially when it's forbidden." Nathan awed, eyes twinkle in fascination.
"Tch. Not proud of it also."
"Why not? The Legendary Fullmetal Alchemist took his first step to bein' a hero 'n that island. I sure would be braggin' 'bout this if my pops took a step there. " Nathan nodded in this statement as his father laugh.
"Hmp, I don't care about my Dad. Anyway, I gotta go and see the teacher. He or she need me for something I don't know. haven't done aything bad... yet. See ya at class Nathan." Kyle waved at the duo and scurried to the entrance of the school.
"Interestin' buddy you have 'ere Nathaniel. Kyle huh?" Mr. Kent scratch his beard and glance at his son.
"Yeah, Kyle Rockbell sure 's interestin'" Nathan nodded in agreement.
"Kyle Rockbell you say... Son of the Chairman of Medicine and Automail Engineerin' eh?"
"Yep."
Kyle ambled across the hallway and to his designated homeroom. There he met his waiting teacher who sat patiently on his seat and staring at the space in deep concentration. The teacher glance at Kyle and gave him a small smile, "Take a seat Mr. Rockbell."
Kyle gulped and took a seat across the teacher's desk. God, What did he do! He could feel his heart beating at a dangerous rate, and the silence of the room isn't helping much.
"I'm sorry to have summoned you here unannounced, I was planning on sending your parents a letter if I could have a chat with you ,and your parents, at your house before, but there was some.... difficulties. I called you here that you will be recieving a different education than other 3rd graders." The teacher open a file, and read it " From what your your file states, Your IQ equals that of a 6th grader, but the District school board refuse to promote you to 6th grade due to your age. Because your IQ is higher than any 3rd graders and because you are the son of the Respectful Fullmetal Alchemist and the Chairman, the Resembool Education Committee Board has chosen me as your teacher."
Kyle let out a breath to relief his throbbing heart. man, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.
Kyle look around his surroundings and noticed that he's the only one, besides the teacher. Shouldn't there be another 'special' student, like him, here? "mmhmm.. and why am I the only one here, shouldn't their be another individual like me to listen you talk?"
"Because, Mr. Elric, The only student with a high IQ in this school, maybe the whole District, is you."
"Besides my IQ, why is being the son of the "Great" Fullmetal Alchemist and the Chairman part of the reasons why I am stuck with you?"
"It is to protect you."
"Oh, so a teacher can protect me. HA, you must be joking." Kyle pointed at the teacher and chuckled.
"Mr. Elric, I am the Deputy Commander of the Intelligence Department and the ASOC (A/N: ASOC is my made up military Corp, they equal the Navy Seals of US. ASOC stands for Amestris Special Ops. Corp.) and I was being nominated and voted upon by the higher ups, INCLUDING the Fuhrer, to teach and protect you."
"So?"
"I know you have great connections with the Fuhrer, but that does not make you immune to any orders and laws given and established by the Amestris government."
"Whatever teacher, go ahead. Teach me and 'protect' me hahaha" Kyle leaned back on his seat
"I do have a name."
"Sure give me your name, as well as your rank. Not that I'm gonna call by that anyway."
" It's Lt. Colonel Mark Cyrus."
"Cool, a Lt. Colonel. Anyway, This is wastin' time, when are we gonna start. The bell rang 5 minutes ago."
On his way back home, Kyle couldn't help but think about that Lt. Colonel. There's something about him he doesn't like. The way he would chuckle when he mentions about his mother and her achivements; and then that monotone speech about his dad and the Fuhrer, he talk about them like he doesn't like them or something. Sighing at this he scratch his golden scalp.
While walking along the road something caught his attention. He turn to his left and notice that a person, shouded in black, glare at him with ominous and deadly red eyes. He lock eyes with the figure and, for what seem like forever, run as fast as he could. His red eyes frightened Kyle terribly that he shook and his golden eyes dilated. He thrust the entrance door of his yellow house open and swiftly close and lock it behind him. He shiver with fear and descended upstairs to his room to change his clothes. a few minutes later, he climb down the stairs to meet her mother, who is tinkering at some piece of metal.
Winry look up at his son, and gave him a welcoming smile. "How was your first day of school?"
Kyle was not fooled at this. He knew that deep within that smile, anger resides. He gave his mother a brief stern eyes and then soften it to a apologitic one. "School was weird... and mom?"
"Yes sweety?"
"uh.. I'm really sorry about my room. I shouldn't have done that."
Winry and his son stare at each other in silence. Thunder clouds rolled, a cat screech, dogs bark, and drips of water colliding with any solid objects outside could be heard in the background. Kyle waited. Waiting for his mother to explode. Waiting to be paddled in the ass with a wrench, and waiting for the damn storm to start it's mighty roar and echo throughout Resembool. Winry broke the silence with a sigh.
"It's ok." Kyle was shock. Did she not go and check her room, and what his rage did? Kyle remembered the alarm that his mother made for him, it now lay in ruins on the floor. Wasn't she mad about that? Winry watch his son's face change from shock to a deep concentrated one. He smiled at this, Just like Edward , "Go clean your room, after that bring the clock you broke."
"Aren't you mad?" Kyle asked, still confused.
"I was. But it doesn't matter, as long as you clean your room." Winry sighed once again as she continued tinkering with her unfinished automail. Kyle, not wanting to know what happens if he keeps on asking questions, left the livingroom. Winry watch his only child climb the stairs and to his room. Besides, I don't think Edward's room will never stay clean. Winry giggled and brought her attention to the automail on her lap. Ed... when will you come back.
Ok, this goes here. and this goes to that. Kyle shuffled about the room, placing all the scattered items on it's rightful area. He fixed his bed, pick all the items, mostly action figures and souveniers from places he visit, and a bunch of books. Done, now.. where is that clock. Ah, there it is... wow. On the floor beside the frame of his door and his ancient desk, lies the broken clock. It was broken in pieces, the screen where the time shows was broken and many screws and springs was scattered on that area. I wonder how she'll fix this. It's totally in pieces. On his way to pick all the pieces on the floor, something caught his eye. underneath his desk lies a journal, it was dusty and it's brown leather cover was ripped and scratched, and the book was covered in a deep sheet of dust. Kyle grab the old book, he observed it carefully and blew the dust away. On the front cover of the book, it reads 'Edward Elric'. Dad's journal? What's it doing under there? He flip a page and read it's first entry:
January 14, 1910
On the day my brother and I did a human transmutation circle, an attempt to bring our dead mother back, we lost something important. It was really hard, really hard to move on without our mother, that is why we did the forbidden. Sure Winry and granny Pinako are here with us like a family, but they can never replace our mother. Anyway, while doing the human transmutation.. something went horribly wrong. My theory was flawless and perfect so nothing should be wrong, so why did we lost this? It wasn't because of the theory, it was perfect, it's because of us. As the result of this, I lost my left leg and my brother... his whole body. I couldn't stand losing another family member, but I don't mind losing that bastard we call 'our father', so I gave my right arm in exchange for my brother back.. but the exchange was not enough, I wasn't able to get his body but I did get his soul on an armor. I know this isn't the Alphonse I know physically, but as brothers, I know that it's Alphonse by soul. I don't care as long as my brother is here and alive. As for me, I thought I was gonna die from loss of blood, but he, thankful that Al is able to carry heavy loads, carried me to Winry's and Granny Pinako's House immediatly. A few days after I recover from this, I---
"Kyle, Dinner!" Kyle groaned. He stood up and place the journal on his desk. I never knew that Dad went through all that The boy felt slightly sorry for this father as he descended down the stairs. every step, he couldn't help but think about what he've been through. So why did he have to leave mom! I know he left her to find that Philosopher stone, but still... though he may feel pity for his father, that does not mean his anger died.
Forgotten, the clock lay on pieces on the floor. The wind blew through the window and on to the journal, flipping many pages. A piece of paper could be seen briefly beneath one of the pages, before others covered it.
End of chapter 6