Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Homecoming ❯ Moments ( Chapter 1 )

 

My first chaptered story that I plan on finishing!!!

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, proving once again that Hiromu Arakawa owns our souls. ^^

This story is Elricest, which means the main pairing is EdxAl, (sorry Kat-chan, hehehe…). so read at your own discretion.

The rating'll probably be in-between T and Y (Let's go for citrus content!)

Hope everyone likes it!

 

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“Homecoming”

Ch.1~ Return To Normality

 

Kokoro ga kogetsuite yakeru nioi ga shita,

Sore wa yume no owari subete no hajimari datta;

Akogareteta mono wa utsukushiku omoete,

Te ga todokanai kara kagayaki o mashita no darou,

 

“Moments” ~Ayumi Hamasaki

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The light was blinding. So blinding, the golden eyed alchemist could've sworn he'd lost his vision for a split second. “Please work. Please don't take him from me again…” Edward pleaded. He felt like a helpless child. What if his little brother- one of the few people he knew he couldn't live without- died?

 

The smoke cleared and the glowing lights faded, leaving a giant suit of armor in their place. Edward stared for a moment before running to the middle of the giant transmutation circle to the bulky suit of that was, for so many years, his baby brother Alphonse.

 

He reached the center in record time, dropping to his knees to skim his hands over the metal; “A-Al?” his voice was shaky. He noticed the red glow in Al's eyes had disappeared, “Al! Are you still here?” he asked in a scared whisper.

 

He prepared for the worst, and hung his head down in sorrow. He was ready to let the tears prickling his eyes spill, until he heard a familiar voice, “Nii-san?” Edward's head shot up.

 

Was that?…Could it be?... “Al!? Alphonse?!? Are you alright?!” “Uh…I think I'm alright Brother, but…I feel really sick, like I'm about to throw up…” `What?' Edward registered that in his mind for a moment. Al couldn't physically feel anything as armor, right? So…how could he have felt sick? Unless…

 

“Al! Try moving around!” There was silence for a moment before the armor shook, but didn't get up. Ed pieced this together before bringing his hands around to the armor's front and wedging his fingers into the grooves to pull the breastplate open. What he saw inside shocked him, and made his heart leap.

 

Skin. More specifically, someone's bare stomach. Edward's breathing quickened before he clapped his auto-mail hand together with his flesh and blood one, using the alchemy to break apart the armor so that whatever was in it could come out. His eyes widened when he saw him.

 

The squinted eyes hiding the silver color beneath a mass of short, dark-blonde hair, the smooth skin like a child's completely bare…

“Al? Alphonse? Is it really you?” the boy that had been inside the armor scooted back and sat up straight, bracing the palms of his hands over either side of the armor to keep his body from swerving.

 

His eyes opened wide, revealing the innocent bluish silver hue that had been hidden for too long. His vision was blurry for a moment, but when his sight cleared, he blinked in astonishment, “Brother….am….am I...back to normal?” Edward was amazed. It had worked. Al's body was fully restored. Everything was in place. He was perfect, in every sense of the word. Beautiful too.

 

He was so speechless though, that Al thought something was wrong, “Nii-san…everything IS okay, right?” his words ended on a yelp as he tried to climb out of the armor and was too uncoordinated to do so alone. Luckily, Big Brother was there to catch him mid-fall.

 

Al looked up at his brother's tear-stained, smiling face before Ed pulled his bare form into one of the tightest embraces anyone could've ever felt. It was like if he loosened his grip, even just a little bit, then his little brother would disappear. “Al, it's really you! Your body's back!!!”

 

Al ignored the churn in his stomach before he snaked his arms free from his brother's tight grasp and threw them around his neck, “Nii-san, I can feel you now…..Nii-san…..” the last of the sentence ended on a sob as Al buried his face in the crook of Ed's shoulder and cried happy, scared, bittersweet tears.

Ed loosened his grip a bit and ran his hands up and down Al's back, “Shh…it's okay, it's over, we did it…it's alright…..everything's going to be okay…”

 

And then, that night, and not for the only time, did the brothers sleep together wearing nothing but skin.

 

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