FMA: Gilded (Grave)
Seventh chapter of Gilded! First chapter/explanation of this fic can be found here, with links to later parts.
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Grave
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 217.
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: In which Ed talks, and others listen.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
So.
I guess you know why I’m here. And not because I wanted to, you understand? Al made me. I guess you know that too, right? You’re such a…
Granny Pinako said that she couldn’t wait for us to come back before burying you. It just wasn’t practical or whatever. Or sanitary or some shit. I don’t know.
You couldn’t wait for us either, huh? Al was sorry he didn’t get to talk to you again, but he understood. He said you’d been waiting a long time. Whatever. Everybody dies. You could’ve waited for Al, though. He missed you. I don’t know why.
Maybe I do. Just… just shut up, okay? Yeah, I know you’re not talking. I’m not a moron. I still know what you’d be saying if you were here. Same shit you were saying last time we were both here. Whatever, old man, you don’t know anything about me.
Anyway, good-bye, I guess, you bastard.
-Sorry, Mom. I know you wouldn’t want me to say sh-stuff like that, even if it is true. Especially not here. So I’ll go then. Al and I are staying in Risembool for a while so we’ll probably come and see you again soon. He sends his love. To both of you.
So… bye, Mom. And bye… Dad.
TBC ( Part 8 - Hodophobia)
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Grave
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 217.
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: In which Ed talks, and others listen.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
So.
I guess you know why I’m here. And not because I wanted to, you understand? Al made me. I guess you know that too, right? You’re such a…
Granny Pinako said that she couldn’t wait for us to come back before burying you. It just wasn’t practical or whatever. Or sanitary or some shit. I don’t know.
You couldn’t wait for us either, huh? Al was sorry he didn’t get to talk to you again, but he understood. He said you’d been waiting a long time. Whatever. Everybody dies. You could’ve waited for Al, though. He missed you. I don’t know why.
Maybe I do. Just… just shut up, okay? Yeah, I know you’re not talking. I’m not a moron. I still know what you’d be saying if you were here. Same shit you were saying last time we were both here. Whatever, old man, you don’t know anything about me.
Anyway, good-bye, I guess, you bastard.
-Sorry, Mom. I know you wouldn’t want me to say sh-stuff like that, even if it is true. Especially not here. So I’ll go then. Al and I are staying in Risembool for a while so we’ll probably come and see you again soon. He sends his love. To both of you.
So… bye, Mom. And bye… Dad.
TBC ( Part 8 - Hodophobia)