Fugue: Reclamation
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Title: Reclamation
Series: Fugue
Summary: Never think that what you've lost is really gone
Rating: PG
Warnings: End of series/movie spoilers (though this is an AU, it's still spoils the end of the series)
A/N (Author Notes): >.> Baka bunnies have me starting something ELSE *sighs* Why won't they let me finish stuff? Bah.. Not sure where this is going, but you can all thank Psych class for giving me the bunny. Someone please help make the bunnies stop @_@...
Everyone had thought he was dead. Even his own brother, who kept on insisting that he wasn’t, finally had to admit after 9 years that Ed was never coming back. He gave up trying when he finally came to the realization that Edward, his brother, must have died trying and succeeding to bring him back, leaving behind the once heavily used red coat with the flamel on the back as his only final reminder that he had, in fact, existed. No one was prepared for what showed up out of coincidence upon a simple train trip.
Alphonse kept in touch with most of those in the military that had once helped he and his brother along in their journey, no matter how many wrong turns they seemed to hit. He was older now, on the verge of turning 17, his long hair kept back in a single ponytail, much in the style of his brothers as a reminder to himself of what he had lost in exchange for his flesh and blood. The coat was his shield that had once been his brother. Even though he had finally accepted it, it didn’t make it any easier to truly believe himself when he finally spoke those words My Brother is never coming back. Though he never said dead.. He couldn’t bring himself to say that he was truly dead, when in his mind, he was still alive and well sitting beside him on that train, the wide grin and light of life flickering in those golden eyes.
He kept his eyes on the scenery as the train sped across the channel, the bright blue waters looking much like a jewel would if it were held up towards the sun. He was going to meet with Brigadier General Mustang and Colonel Hawkeye on an outing that was bringing together all those who had known his brother. Kind of like a family reunion of sorts that was held once a year on the date that his brother had disappeared from the world.
Alphonse had long since left Resenbool in search of finding himself (and coincidently looking for a way to bring his brother back) and just never really found it in his heart to move back. He had found work along the border between Xing and Amestris, working for a local alchemist that provided him with everything he could have hoped to have found in several lifetimes; making trips between the two countries in hopes of gaining enough knowledge to bring his brother back from where ever he had ended up. But that was years ago, long before he had finally made the switch from being hopeful to finally accepting the truth.. Well the truth about his brother never coming back. He was not about to just up and say that he was dead, throwing his memory to the wayside.
The train was pretty much empty for most of the trip. The country of Xing was having their annual Tao-xon festival, which was celebrated in the late fall. He rarely got a chance to participate with Master Yung due to his yearly trips back to Resenbool for the gathering. He always looked forward to, and slightly dreaded, the event due to why it originally was held. Over the years it had gone from a somewhat somber event, to a tradition that was something that became more of a get together for everyone to relax and keep in touch with one another about the years events.
His eyes finally wandered around the mass of people at the train station they had stopped at to collect a shipment of goods bound for Central. He hadn’t been to Central in almost 5 years, but heard from Mustang that things were changing, the city expanding each year, encroaching further and further into the surrounding countryside. He could have sworn he saw a flash of something gold from in the crowd, but it was only out of the corner of his eye and it was gone in an instant. Even so, his heart skipped a beat for some reason as hi senses were pulled forward, causing him to cast his gaze away from the window and onto the influx of passengers as they boarded the train.
Alphonse couldn’t see much through the sea of bodies as people got settled, putting their carry on luggage in overhead storage, taking various seats as the whistle blew, signaling that the train was departing. He settled back into his seat, resuming his post of window watch as the train station started to move past his window, the golds and reds of the countryside coming back into view once again. Fall was always the best time to travel, giving one a sea of colors that were not seen any other time of the year.
He still had a good day and a half of travel left as the station was left far behind, his mind wandering over his progress in the past year. He often received letters from Winry and those in the military, asking him about how he was doing, keeping him up to date on different happenings with everyone. He rarely wrote back though. He seemed to have been slipping away from himself as the later years went by, loosing more and more interest in things from his old life that he couldn’t remember. His brother’s memory was all he really had left to tie him to those he slowly got to re-know from the gap in his memory. Four years of time that he had no account for and had to rely on stories from everyone to fill in the blanks. And even those stories were not enough to fill in all of the missing moments between he and his brother.. the time spent in a world that was wrapped in nothing but sight and sound.
And then he heard it.. Something that sounded like a voice he knew but couldn’t recall. His heart skipped another beat as the words drew him in and stole his breath. He turned his gaze to find a face that showed some age but still held that youthful vigor. The one thing that stood out were those golden orbs perched behind a pair of round glasses. Alphonse’s mouth gaped opening as the person in front of him, looking somewhat like his father had, only without the beard, waved a hand in front of his face.
“Oi, you ok? Look if you don’t want anyone sitting here, just say so..”
Series: Fugue
Summary: Never think that what you've lost is really gone
Rating: PG
Warnings: End of series/movie spoilers (though this is an AU, it's still spoils the end of the series)
A/N (Author Notes): >.> Baka bunnies have me starting something ELSE *sighs* Why won't they let me finish stuff? Bah.. Not sure where this is going, but you can all thank Psych class for giving me the bunny. Someone please help make the bunnies stop @_@...
Everyone had thought he was dead. Even his own brother, who kept on insisting that he wasn’t, finally had to admit after 9 years that Ed was never coming back. He gave up trying when he finally came to the realization that Edward, his brother, must have died trying and succeeding to bring him back, leaving behind the once heavily used red coat with the flamel on the back as his only final reminder that he had, in fact, existed. No one was prepared for what showed up out of coincidence upon a simple train trip.
Alphonse kept in touch with most of those in the military that had once helped he and his brother along in their journey, no matter how many wrong turns they seemed to hit. He was older now, on the verge of turning 17, his long hair kept back in a single ponytail, much in the style of his brothers as a reminder to himself of what he had lost in exchange for his flesh and blood. The coat was his shield that had once been his brother. Even though he had finally accepted it, it didn’t make it any easier to truly believe himself when he finally spoke those words My Brother is never coming back. Though he never said dead.. He couldn’t bring himself to say that he was truly dead, when in his mind, he was still alive and well sitting beside him on that train, the wide grin and light of life flickering in those golden eyes.
He kept his eyes on the scenery as the train sped across the channel, the bright blue waters looking much like a jewel would if it were held up towards the sun. He was going to meet with Brigadier General Mustang and Colonel Hawkeye on an outing that was bringing together all those who had known his brother. Kind of like a family reunion of sorts that was held once a year on the date that his brother had disappeared from the world.
Alphonse had long since left Resenbool in search of finding himself (and coincidently looking for a way to bring his brother back) and just never really found it in his heart to move back. He had found work along the border between Xing and Amestris, working for a local alchemist that provided him with everything he could have hoped to have found in several lifetimes; making trips between the two countries in hopes of gaining enough knowledge to bring his brother back from where ever he had ended up. But that was years ago, long before he had finally made the switch from being hopeful to finally accepting the truth.. Well the truth about his brother never coming back. He was not about to just up and say that he was dead, throwing his memory to the wayside.
The train was pretty much empty for most of the trip. The country of Xing was having their annual Tao-xon festival, which was celebrated in the late fall. He rarely got a chance to participate with Master Yung due to his yearly trips back to Resenbool for the gathering. He always looked forward to, and slightly dreaded, the event due to why it originally was held. Over the years it had gone from a somewhat somber event, to a tradition that was something that became more of a get together for everyone to relax and keep in touch with one another about the years events.
His eyes finally wandered around the mass of people at the train station they had stopped at to collect a shipment of goods bound for Central. He hadn’t been to Central in almost 5 years, but heard from Mustang that things were changing, the city expanding each year, encroaching further and further into the surrounding countryside. He could have sworn he saw a flash of something gold from in the crowd, but it was only out of the corner of his eye and it was gone in an instant. Even so, his heart skipped a beat for some reason as hi senses were pulled forward, causing him to cast his gaze away from the window and onto the influx of passengers as they boarded the train.
Alphonse couldn’t see much through the sea of bodies as people got settled, putting their carry on luggage in overhead storage, taking various seats as the whistle blew, signaling that the train was departing. He settled back into his seat, resuming his post of window watch as the train station started to move past his window, the golds and reds of the countryside coming back into view once again. Fall was always the best time to travel, giving one a sea of colors that were not seen any other time of the year.
He still had a good day and a half of travel left as the station was left far behind, his mind wandering over his progress in the past year. He often received letters from Winry and those in the military, asking him about how he was doing, keeping him up to date on different happenings with everyone. He rarely wrote back though. He seemed to have been slipping away from himself as the later years went by, loosing more and more interest in things from his old life that he couldn’t remember. His brother’s memory was all he really had left to tie him to those he slowly got to re-know from the gap in his memory. Four years of time that he had no account for and had to rely on stories from everyone to fill in the blanks. And even those stories were not enough to fill in all of the missing moments between he and his brother.. the time spent in a world that was wrapped in nothing but sight and sound.
And then he heard it.. Something that sounded like a voice he knew but couldn’t recall. His heart skipped another beat as the words drew him in and stole his breath. He turned his gaze to find a face that showed some age but still held that youthful vigor. The one thing that stood out were those golden orbs perched behind a pair of round glasses. Alphonse’s mouth gaped opening as the person in front of him, looking somewhat like his father had, only without the beard, waved a hand in front of his face.
“Oi, you ok? Look if you don’t want anyone sitting here, just say so..”