Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Faithful ❯ Fever ( Chapter 3 )
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Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.05.2006 | Updated On: 03.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 286 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 3 - Fever
´I should shave´ the young Elric said to himself while examining his face in the bathroom mirror. Over the years he had changed some, his shoulders were broader, more toned muscles and he even got taller, not much but enough to be almost Mustang’s height. I would like to see him call me short now he thought smiling shortly at the memory of the colonel taunting.
The words his father had said yesterday to him had somehow reassured him, he would go home eventually that much he knew. It was like everything was telling him not to lose hope again, it all started that night two months ago.
-Flashback-
“Edward you should come out from there every so often” called a man voice from the doorframe. “Dinner is ready; by the way your father didn’t set the stove on fire this time so we should have a celebration”
The alchemist laughed at these words and started to make his way to the kitchen table, still he couldn’t shake the memory from his mind, the day he met the girl that would be a thorn in his side for the next year and a half.
After contemplating the dark streets a little longer he headed for the kitchen following the smell of food, he was sure it didn’t taste very good but neither did his.
"It’s so nice of you to grace you with your presence"
"Shut up Al" he replied jokingly. Alphonse Heindrick looked just like an older version of his sibling and sometimes he had trouble setting him apart from the brother he missed so much.
The dinner went by and the occupants of the household continued with their evening routines, Hohenheim as usual sat by the fire with one of his thick books while the boys discussed the flaws the found in their latest designs.
"I give up" Al gave a frustrated sign, “We always end up in the same dead end, it’s driving me nuts. We sort one obstacle just to find another"
Edward couldn’t help but laugh, ironically that was just the story of his life, one problem after another and he always came through until the day he came here. "I think we should take a break for a few days, I’m sure we’ll find a way to work this out"
"I guess you are right, the investors won’t be happy though, but spending the last few weeks in the hangar drained me" suddenly the tired face of his friend lighted up. "We should go to the bar a street from here, the guys told me they would be there" The guys Alphonse referred to were some of the mechanics that assisted them in the construction of the rocket.
"I’ll pass but you should go" he declined the invitation, with the cold and rain the automail ports in his shoulder and knee hurted like hell, it was one of the many differences with granny and Winry`s previous work.
It took time to convince his friend to go alone but he finally did, after seeing him to the door he headed for his bedroom trying to hide from his father the fact that he was in pain.
"You should use the ointment I left at your desk, also a good soak wouldn’t hurt either" he heard the calm voice of Hohenheim.
´Damn that bastard can always tell´, he though but decided to ignore him, for obvious reasons his attempts to father him always made him angry.
"Edward stop doing this to yourself just for an old grudge" he didn’t even noticed his father standing and coming to his side, he faltered in his effort to climb the stairs but was levelled by the older man.
"You have no right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, I’m not a kid but even if I was you forfeit the right to do it when you left us" he yelled trying to move from his side, unfortunely he ended up falling on his butt; Hohenheim looked at him as he haven’t said anything and proceed to help him up the action only fuelling Ed’s fury further.
"Let go of me" came his angry shout as he stood up with much effort, the fact his father never seemed upset even when he knew his son blamed him for everything just unnerved him. He could read him but the bastard read him so well, it bothered him to no end. Without a warning he punched the older man then turned and walked to the door leaving without looking back or taking a coat.
-End flashback-
That night it had rained non stop and Munich cold weather didn’t helped. Hohenheim had waited for Alphonse to returned thinking that maybe he went to the bar where he was but he came alone. An hour before dawn Edward entered his house soaked to the bone, ignored his friends and his father’s questions about his whereabouts and locked himself in his room. Little did he know that a few hours later his door was gonna be forcefully open and he was going to battle a pneumonia that would lead him to the verge of death.
He ignored him, yelled him and reproached him every thing, from his mothers dead to the fact he was stuck here; but the old man never leaved his side. He stayed through his feverish hallucinations and restless nights making sure he was still breathing, and when he saw the gate it was his voice that beckoned him back, telling him that wasn’t the way home and when he finally regain consciousness, his father was the first thing he saw. The man looked like crap but the smile and the relief in his face told him what he needed to now, sure his relationship was still strained but he no longer blamed him.
That was the beginning of his dreams, his renewed hope, he had seen through the gate his efforts were worth his brother was in the flesh. Now two months later he was certain that he would see him again, him and all the people he left behind.
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Chapter 3 - Fever
´I should shave´ the young Elric said to himself while examining his face in the bathroom mirror. Over the years he had changed some, his shoulders were broader, more toned muscles and he even got taller, not much but enough to be almost Mustang’s height. I would like to see him call me short now he thought smiling shortly at the memory of the colonel taunting.
The words his father had said yesterday to him had somehow reassured him, he would go home eventually that much he knew. It was like everything was telling him not to lose hope again, it all started that night two months ago.
-Flashback-
“Edward you should come out from there every so often” called a man voice from the doorframe. “Dinner is ready; by the way your father didn’t set the stove on fire this time so we should have a celebration”
The alchemist laughed at these words and started to make his way to the kitchen table, still he couldn’t shake the memory from his mind, the day he met the girl that would be a thorn in his side for the next year and a half.
After contemplating the dark streets a little longer he headed for the kitchen following the smell of food, he was sure it didn’t taste very good but neither did his.
"It’s so nice of you to grace you with your presence"
"Shut up Al" he replied jokingly. Alphonse Heindrick looked just like an older version of his sibling and sometimes he had trouble setting him apart from the brother he missed so much.
The dinner went by and the occupants of the household continued with their evening routines, Hohenheim as usual sat by the fire with one of his thick books while the boys discussed the flaws the found in their latest designs.
"I give up" Al gave a frustrated sign, “We always end up in the same dead end, it’s driving me nuts. We sort one obstacle just to find another"
Edward couldn’t help but laugh, ironically that was just the story of his life, one problem after another and he always came through until the day he came here. "I think we should take a break for a few days, I’m sure we’ll find a way to work this out"
"I guess you are right, the investors won’t be happy though, but spending the last few weeks in the hangar drained me" suddenly the tired face of his friend lighted up. "We should go to the bar a street from here, the guys told me they would be there" The guys Alphonse referred to were some of the mechanics that assisted them in the construction of the rocket.
"I’ll pass but you should go" he declined the invitation, with the cold and rain the automail ports in his shoulder and knee hurted like hell, it was one of the many differences with granny and Winry`s previous work.
It took time to convince his friend to go alone but he finally did, after seeing him to the door he headed for his bedroom trying to hide from his father the fact that he was in pain.
"You should use the ointment I left at your desk, also a good soak wouldn’t hurt either" he heard the calm voice of Hohenheim.
´Damn that bastard can always tell´, he though but decided to ignore him, for obvious reasons his attempts to father him always made him angry.
"Edward stop doing this to yourself just for an old grudge" he didn’t even noticed his father standing and coming to his side, he faltered in his effort to climb the stairs but was levelled by the older man.
"You have no right to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, I’m not a kid but even if I was you forfeit the right to do it when you left us" he yelled trying to move from his side, unfortunely he ended up falling on his butt; Hohenheim looked at him as he haven’t said anything and proceed to help him up the action only fuelling Ed’s fury further.
"Let go of me" came his angry shout as he stood up with much effort, the fact his father never seemed upset even when he knew his son blamed him for everything just unnerved him. He could read him but the bastard read him so well, it bothered him to no end. Without a warning he punched the older man then turned and walked to the door leaving without looking back or taking a coat.
-End flashback-
That night it had rained non stop and Munich cold weather didn’t helped. Hohenheim had waited for Alphonse to returned thinking that maybe he went to the bar where he was but he came alone. An hour before dawn Edward entered his house soaked to the bone, ignored his friends and his father’s questions about his whereabouts and locked himself in his room. Little did he know that a few hours later his door was gonna be forcefully open and he was going to battle a pneumonia that would lead him to the verge of death.
He ignored him, yelled him and reproached him every thing, from his mothers dead to the fact he was stuck here; but the old man never leaved his side. He stayed through his feverish hallucinations and restless nights making sure he was still breathing, and when he saw the gate it was his voice that beckoned him back, telling him that wasn’t the way home and when he finally regain consciousness, his father was the first thing he saw. The man looked like crap but the smile and the relief in his face told him what he needed to now, sure his relationship was still strained but he no longer blamed him.
That was the beginning of his dreams, his renewed hope, he had seen through the gate his efforts were worth his brother was in the flesh. Now two months later he was certain that he would see him again, him and all the people he left behind.
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