Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Headaches ❯ Shadow and a Soft Kiss ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Lonely_1 
Edward looses his temper over a kitten. Slight Elricest.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 778 | Visits: 986 | Status: Completed
Edward looses his temper over a kitten. Slight Elricest.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 778 | Visits: 986 | Status: Completed
Edward unloosed his golden hair from the tie that had been restraining it for the past twelve hours.
Pushing away his work and papers, he rubbed a hand across his forehead, massaging the sore temple that resulted after continuous hours of study.
Shoving books and stray papers into his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and laboriously made his way out of his office.
When he made it home, he opened the door as quietly as he could and shut it with a soft click, even though he knew Al would probably be up waiting for him.
Moving out of the darkened kitchen, he softly treaded up the stairs and into the bedroom he and Al shared.
Gently kicking off his heavy boots and tugging the coat from his back, he slumped upon the bed.
Lying face down upon the pillow, he turned his head to see two pairs of eyes watching him in the darkness.
One pair was soft and grayish blue, the other smaller and unfamiliar pair was golden and gleaming.
A soft mew emitted from the vicinity of the smaller pair, and he was pretty sure it was directed at him.
“Al.” Ed groaned “That’s not another damn cat is it?”
Gray eyes became immediately pleading as Al’s voice broke the momentary silence. “He was all alone, brother, he was hungry and it was about to rain.”
Ed pushed himself up and leaned upon his elbow staring at the cat angrily, matching the golden gaze with his own.
“This is the third this week.”
At a loss for words, Al scrambled for a response “I know, but look at him Ed, he was abandoned and I couldn’t just leave him-”
“Al” Ed interjected angrily.
“His name is Shadow.”
“Why must we always name them? I tell you, Al, it’s only harder on you when they go.”
It was dark and Ed couldn’t see him clearly, but he knew Al was crying.
“Alphonse-” Ed began and reached out a hand to grab him, but Al withdrew and slid out of bed. Crossing the room and exiting quietly out the door.
Edward sighed and lifted a hand to massage his forehead, his headache was not improving.
Slipping out of bed, he shivered when the cool wooden floor met with his flesh foot.
Glancing about the room he spotted a pair of green eyes examining him closely. Ed glared at the cat that had arrived home with Al two months ago, it had obviously never left. It’s name was-Lily or something. He hated the thing. Constantly wanting attention, and curling up on his chest while he slept.
Shrugging off Lily’s emerald gaze, he hurried out the door after Al.
He found him, curled on the windowsill, watching the rain and holding a purring Shadow close.
It was something about Al. When he had been trapped in an emotionless suit of armor and was unable to laugh, to hurt, to cry. The weather seemed to imitate his emotions because he could not. Now that he had a body of flesh and emotion and life, he had not lost the sky’s sympathy. It was raining outside because Al was raining inside.
Ed placed himself on the opposite end of the sill and tried to meet Al’s gaze. When he was unsuccessful, he spoke “Listen Al, I’m sorry I got angry about the cat. It’s just there’s always a new one and they’re in the bed, fur everywhere-”
Al cut him off “When I was in that armor, I couldn’t feel the kittens I found. I knew what they ought to feel like, I’d remember the soft touch of fur, the warmth, and I’d be satisfied, if only for a moment. Because it was something like living again. I clung to those memories in fear that if I ever lost them, I’d loose myself too.”
Ed was speechless and barely felt himself when he leaned foreword to gather Al in his arms.
He held him tight. As tight as he could without breaking the precious being that he never wished to let go of again.
“Al I-I’m sorry.”
The only response he received, was Al freeing a hand from the hug, lifting it to Ed’s brow to brush away the golden bangs and placing a soft kiss upon his forehead.
Ed didn’t have a headache anymore.
Pushing away his work and papers, he rubbed a hand across his forehead, massaging the sore temple that resulted after continuous hours of study.
Shoving books and stray papers into his bag, he slung it over his shoulder and laboriously made his way out of his office.
When he made it home, he opened the door as quietly as he could and shut it with a soft click, even though he knew Al would probably be up waiting for him.
Moving out of the darkened kitchen, he softly treaded up the stairs and into the bedroom he and Al shared.
Gently kicking off his heavy boots and tugging the coat from his back, he slumped upon the bed.
Lying face down upon the pillow, he turned his head to see two pairs of eyes watching him in the darkness.
One pair was soft and grayish blue, the other smaller and unfamiliar pair was golden and gleaming.
A soft mew emitted from the vicinity of the smaller pair, and he was pretty sure it was directed at him.
“Al.” Ed groaned “That’s not another damn cat is it?”
Gray eyes became immediately pleading as Al’s voice broke the momentary silence. “He was all alone, brother, he was hungry and it was about to rain.”
Ed pushed himself up and leaned upon his elbow staring at the cat angrily, matching the golden gaze with his own.
“This is the third this week.”
At a loss for words, Al scrambled for a response “I know, but look at him Ed, he was abandoned and I couldn’t just leave him-”
“Al” Ed interjected angrily.
“His name is Shadow.”
“Why must we always name them? I tell you, Al, it’s only harder on you when they go.”
It was dark and Ed couldn’t see him clearly, but he knew Al was crying.
“Alphonse-” Ed began and reached out a hand to grab him, but Al withdrew and slid out of bed. Crossing the room and exiting quietly out the door.
Edward sighed and lifted a hand to massage his forehead, his headache was not improving.
Slipping out of bed, he shivered when the cool wooden floor met with his flesh foot.
Glancing about the room he spotted a pair of green eyes examining him closely. Ed glared at the cat that had arrived home with Al two months ago, it had obviously never left. It’s name was-Lily or something. He hated the thing. Constantly wanting attention, and curling up on his chest while he slept.
Shrugging off Lily’s emerald gaze, he hurried out the door after Al.
He found him, curled on the windowsill, watching the rain and holding a purring Shadow close.
It was something about Al. When he had been trapped in an emotionless suit of armor and was unable to laugh, to hurt, to cry. The weather seemed to imitate his emotions because he could not. Now that he had a body of flesh and emotion and life, he had not lost the sky’s sympathy. It was raining outside because Al was raining inside.
Ed placed himself on the opposite end of the sill and tried to meet Al’s gaze. When he was unsuccessful, he spoke “Listen Al, I’m sorry I got angry about the cat. It’s just there’s always a new one and they’re in the bed, fur everywhere-”
Al cut him off “When I was in that armor, I couldn’t feel the kittens I found. I knew what they ought to feel like, I’d remember the soft touch of fur, the warmth, and I’d be satisfied, if only for a moment. Because it was something like living again. I clung to those memories in fear that if I ever lost them, I’d loose myself too.”
Ed was speechless and barely felt himself when he leaned foreword to gather Al in his arms.
He held him tight. As tight as he could without breaking the precious being that he never wished to let go of again.
“Al I-I’m sorry.”
The only response he received, was Al freeing a hand from the hug, lifting it to Ed’s brow to brush away the golden bangs and placing a soft kiss upon his forehead.
Ed didn’t have a headache anymore.