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11 August 2004 @ 09:24 pm
Fanfic -- "Stars"  
Title: “Stars”
Rating: G
Word Count: 373
Summary: Winry reflects on Ed and Al growing up.


Note: I beat this story out while a kid gave a speech on the Big Bang theory, after he said that every planet and every living thing is born when a star explodes. I’d have a quote but, well, I don’t. Sorry.


“We,” she says quietly, as they kick back and stare at the night sky, “are made of stars.”

Ed stares at her, then laughs so loudly that Al looks up from the stray kitten he’s been playing with. A bullfrog scares away a haze of fireflies; the wind moans through the leaves and grass with a heaving sigh.

“What are you laughing at?” she demands, glaring.

“Did you hear that, Al?” he calls. A bird flies off. “Stars.”

“Niisan…” says Al, who has caught the look on Winry’s face.

“What are you laughing at?” she demands, glaring.

“It’s just ridiculous,” he begins imperiously, and goes off into his spiel on the components of the human body – so many parts carbon, this much water, that much hydrogen, odds and ends and bits and pieces. Winry tries to care, but somehow can’t muster the effort. Al’s kitten runs away into the bushes.

“You’re no fun,” she says, smacking him (more lightly this time) with the wrench once again.

“It’s science,” he shrugs. “Right, Al?”

“Eh?” He glances down from gazing at the sky.

“You’re hopeless, too,” grumbles Ed, setting off a round of late-night brotherly banter.

Winry stares up at the stars, not quite convinced. There is a homey sort of romance to being children of a star-burst, no matter how precisely Ed can measure out individual elements and molecules. Even if Ed and Al and the colonel and the rest of the national alchemists think everything can be rationalized and explained, there is still a little thrill to just imagining having been born from a star.

There was a time, she thinks, when they would have believed her, when they made up stories and just accepted what they knew was right, rather than researching some dusty, lifeless truth. And, drifting off to sleep, she wonders when the boys slipped away, when they forgot how to really believe.

The kitten falls asleep in the crook of a tree; the fireflies alight in a patch of clover. The bullfrog splashes into a creek and the wind whispers them all a quiet sort of lullaby. Ed and Al and Winry fall asleep under the sky, and, overhead, the stars stare impassively down at their little lost children.


Read? Review? It's short and sweet... *offers cookies*
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
ジェニイ 「Jenny」: Ed and Winry [ushitora_icons]kirchu on August 11th, 2004 08:50 pm (UTC)
Aw, it's a cute story. ^_^; And you're right about the shortness, but I'm fine with it really. :) Good job. ^_^b (Btw, I say good job to everyone who made a fic, lol.)
i am a jedi, like my father before me: fyetatooine on August 11th, 2004 10:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, good. I've been writing a lot of short stuff lately and am, like, that close to worrying that my brain is no longer able to comprehend the idea of writing anything longer than 1,000 words. >_
She who has nothing to do with goats.asakurabratty on August 12th, 2004 11:02 am (UTC)
Hullo! ^^; say, I know it has nothing to do with anything, but I was wondering, where can I get that lovely, lovely picture you used to make that icon? Haven't seen it anywhere, and I was wondering...

Thank you! ^^;
ジェニイ 「Jenny」kirchu on August 12th, 2004 12:59 pm (UTC)
Ahh, I didn't make that icon so I don't know. :( I even tried to search it for you since I do collect FMA pictures all over the place, but I still can't find it. >_<; Sorry since that wasn't much help from me.
She who has nothing to do with goats.asakurabratty on August 12th, 2004 06:05 pm (UTC)
Saa... it's okay! :) Thank you!
avianthropy on August 11th, 2004 09:16 pm (UTC)
Very sweet, sad fic! I especially like the second to last paragraph. I love your style, too. Good job!
i am a jedi, like my father before me: fyetatooine on August 11th, 2004 10:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, good, I'm glad you liked that part... I added it last because I was worried that the point I'd had in my head wasn't going to come across clearly, but I'd been worried about it not fitting in well.
She who has nothing to do with goats.asakurabratty on August 12th, 2004 11:07 am (UTC)
Saa... ^__^ This was very, very cute. Sweet too, the way Winry can still feel the innocense that are in those simple thoughts. It's a bit sad, tho... because maybe Ed and Al could still feel the world like that, hadn't they been made grown up as fast as they did.

(Sorry if I'm not making any sense. ^_^; spanish is my mothertongue, not english.)