Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Reminiscing ❯ One-Shot

Reminiscing

Disclaimer: Hiromu Arakawa owns Fullmetal Alchemist.

 

“Do you remember that time when we went for a swim at that fishing hole?” he asked, pointing at a pond near the foot of the knoll where he was standing. From where he was standing, he could see the pool glistening like a sheet of lustrous silk as the rays of the setting sun hit its surface.

“We both sneaked from our chores because it was just too darn hot to do anything useful. Lillian caught us and told on us. Boy, Mum gave me such a box on the ear!” he said, his voice filled with reminiscence. “Your mum gave you a healthy dose of beatings, am I right? Your screams were heard all the way to the dirt road!”

His face suddenly lit up to a grin and threw back his head. Then, he laughed uncontrollably until his sides hurt. As the dregs of his faux mirth finally subsided, he resumed staring blankly into space. The wind blew softly, making his dark hair ruffle and the blades of grass dance around him. Feeling a little cold, he wrapped his coat closer to him and slightly shivered.

“During Christmas, we would have a sleep-over at Elizabeth's house and stay up all night; we would try to catch Santa Claus while he puts treats on our stockings,” he resumed talking, the drop in temperature causing him to remember this particular memory.

“We never did catch him though...such an elusive man, Santa Claus is, but you're sure that he'll always show up and put gifts under the Christmas tree. Everyone expects him to be always there, always present.”

As his mind continued to wander, another person was climbing up the knoll. She was a short haired woman carrying a bundle of immaculate Madonna lilies with her. From where he was standing, he could see that her eyes were swollen and her nose had a tinge of red.

He gave the woman a small, sad smile and whispered to the air:

“Well, I guess I better give you and your `beautiful and loving wife', as you always dub her, some private time. I'll come back tomorrow, don't you worry.”

As he headed down, he passed by the grieving woman and greeted, “Condolences, Lillian.”

She gave him a tearful smile and nodded in acknowledgment, saying: “Christopher Black.”

The woman carefully placed the lilies in front of a headstone and stayed there, kneeling, as he began his journey home.