Characters: Ed, Al, Noah, and other Munich characters
Genre: AU, angst, drama, light humor
Length of this Chapter: 690
This fic takes place at the end of the FMA movie: Conqueror of Shambala.
This fic is based off a theory I have as to what would have happened had things ended slightly differently in the movie.
Brother. . .
I have to wake up . . .
Slowly dark amber eyes opened up to see a bright white space. In front of him was a large door, and behind him another farther in the distance.
Here again, I see. Alphonse sighed and sat up slowly. He was once again in his own attire, as he was the day he had first gone through the gate. He even still had the dirt stains on his knees and gloves from the fights of that day.
Alfons. . . ?
There was silence though. Al had expected it, of course. He blinked a few times, observing the door closest to him. His logic told him that this must have been the door he came through after Alfons died. Meaning that this was the door back to Munich, back to Ed.
With a sigh, he got himself to his knees and stretched while keeping his eyes on the door. It was large and haunting, and he had no idea where in the other world it would take him. He could only hope that it would be near the house, so that he would be able to navigate the area easily.
Going through this door, means leaving Amestris forever. It means leaving Winry and Granny and everyone else. It means no longer being an alchemist too.
He nodded to himself.
But I already made that decision. I made it the second I jumped onto Brother’s side of the ship and hid in the armor.
“I’m not going back, Brother. Wherever you are, that’s my home.”
He stepped forward slowly and placed his hands on the door, then pulled it open. It was heavy and took much of his strength to completely open. He was immediately greeted by the hundreds of eyes staring at him from within, and their cries invaded his mind. He was not scared though, and raised his chin as the hands came out for him and wrapped around his body to take him home.
It was always the same routine. After work, which was usually close to midnight, Ed would walk in and toss his coat on the chair. Then walk upstairs and take a shower, and fall asleep until work in the morning.
Noah sometimes sat up waiting for him, to try to talk to him. But he always acted as though she wasn’t even there, sitting in the kitchen with her tea wearing a worried expression. He almost seemed to avoid her gaze, keeping his head down and his hair covering his face.
Tonight, though, she sat at the desk in his room and waited for him to come in.
When he walked in drying his hair, he stopped at the doorway and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Why are you in here?” He demanded. His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red and puffy.
“Edward. It’s been a month.” She spoke softly, but kept her eyes on his. “You have been working too hard. You’re not well.”
He tossed the towel to the floor and adjusted the waist of his pants slightly. He looked much smaller than he was when she first met him. She could tell that he had punched a hole in his belt in order to tighten it further. His face too wore more stubble now along his chin. He reminded her of his father now, but she thought saying so would only upset him more.
“I just need to keep my mind on other things right now.”
“You can talk to me, Edward.”
“I don’t want to talk about anything. That’s not going to bring them back.” He said this last part quietly, through clenched teeth. He walked over to the bed and sat, hands tightened into fists on his knees, eyes down at the floor. Noah understood, and left the room without saying another word, shutting the door behind her. One thing she had learned was that when Edward decided he didn’t want to talk, that was that.
Once she was out of the room, Ed laid back on the bed and sobbed, draping his flesh arm across his face.
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