FMA FF: Replacement

Replacement
HeixEdxAl
(Eyes of: Ed Age: 18)




Looking around, I found Alfons. I called to him, but I think he didn't hear me. I called again, and he turned to look at me. He smiled, and asked how I was. A strong wind blew, to find the gun shot wound on his side. Then he called me a "Murderer".

"Nii-san, this book is over due! You have to return it!" Al said, sitting beside my bed. I was half asleep to hear what he said.

"Hmm." I didn't feel like giving a whole reply. I didn't really care for the book either. I was just really tired.. from my dream.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" Al asked.

"Not really." I replied, sitting up.

"It's okay, I'll return the book for you." Al said. He... would never say something like that. I thought to myself.

"I'm gonna go." Al stood from the stool and headed towards the door. "Nii-san." I placed my metal hand on my face, in which was warm from my dream.

"I'm sorry that I'm the one who's beside you now." I froze. Hearing those words come from my brothers mouth, shocked me. I... am the worst. thought Al.

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"Hey, I'm back!" Al said, stepping in from going to the library. He walked into the kitchen, to see me crying by the sink. "Welcome back."

"Hey, what's wrong?" Al asked, walking up to me.

"I was just cutting onions." I said, whipping my eyes with my sleeve. I finished washing my hand, then whipped them on a dish towel. I walked over to the pot on the stove, and told Alphonse to sit at the table. I poured some stew into a bowl, with a spoon, then gave it to him.

"That's a rare sight. Nii-san cooking stew for me." Al said, with the bowl sitting in front of him. I sat down across from him, with a bowl of my own.

"How's it taste?" I asked my younger brother.

"G-Good." Al stuttered. "Oh, be honest!" I said.

"This is the best I can do," I said, knowing I could make something better. "-as far as cooking's concerned anyway..."

I looked at Al who was starring blankly at me. "You know, at the very least, you could make the stew yourself." I said, contradicting Al.

He laughed a bit, with some slight redness to his checks. I sighed.

"I guess it can't be helped. You'll just have to eat my rotten stew." I said, judging my own cooking.

After he finished, he put his plate in the sink, then notice all the food I left sitting on the counter.

"Really, you've wasted so much food." Al said, wrapping the remains up and putting them away.

Then Al thought this;

He's always been the type who learns from hard work,
but is also incredibly skilled.

That's what I thought,
when I watched him tying his hair
back with his mechanical arm.

He's been cooking for himself for a long time now,
so his cooking has gotten pretty good too.

Al started to wash the dishes, as his though continued.

I wonder if you do it on purpose, Nii-san.

I think I understand...
Are you trying to create a place where I belong?

"Thank you." That's all Al said for the rest of the night. I wondered back into my room, and starred out the window. Al watched me, as he was still thinking.

How could I ever find a way to say that to you? Especially since I'm just a substitute for Alfons.

I looked off into the distance of the town below, and thought.

If I still had my watch, maybe I'd write your date in it too. Another anniversary...