Prologue 01
In terms of Words
"I don't know how to say this..." A pencil scribbled across a pad of paper. "It's been so long, so much has happened in the last year or so. I mean, it's not like I see you much anymore. What are you doing, constantly away from home? You know we miss you here. " The room was dim, so the young man took his time write the letter, in fear of making mistakes. It had to be perfect, you see. He paused for a second, fixing his dark blond braid.
"I finished the house, or the additions anyway. You did see the house before you left last time, didn't you? I'm pretty sure you did, brother. I added a few more rooms, a large basement for studying. Just a few little attachments." A window slowly, gently blew open. He took a moment to look out at the starry night sky, admiring how calm it was out. "Mom's grave fell over the other day, don't really know how. It looks like it was broken. I mean, at first I was upset, but I fixed it up in no time. I mage a neat design on it and everything. Made it stronger this time, too! You have to come home sometime and see it, brother."
The room became dark, the candles faded in the wind. The youth stood up, fixing his gloves. He clapped his hands together in front of him, and placed his index finger and thumb on the wick of the two large, red candles. Just as he removed them, they ignited once more, the flames larger now then before. He made his way to the window, closing it tightly before sitting back down. He picked up his pencil, and continued on. "I'm not the only one. She..." He paused, sighing. "...misses you the most. But that's obvious, or it should be. You always seemed so distant, but I know you care about her. You have to. I know I do, but..." he scratched his forehead, looking slightly distant.
"But, on another note, do you get all the letters I send you? You only reply spiraticly. I just hope it's not anything I've said. I hope you're not upset with me or anything, brother. I just can't understand why you stay away for so long. Or Is it about Father? Look, you know he will make his way back home sometime, right? I mean, My 18th brithday is coming up in less than a month now. If he is around, he will be here for that." The youth grinned, excited at the thought of his upcoming party. "We are having a get together at our house, I more than expect to see you there."
"Alphonse!" An elderly lady's voice called. "Alphonse! Wherever did you disappear to?"
"I'm in the study, Pinako!" He called out, blissfully. "Did you finish up?"
"... such a sloppy boy, you are.." She muttered as she pushed open the door. "And yes, I'm done cleaning your messy home up. Did you ever go out of your way to scatter things about!"
"It's not like I'm just asking you to tidy for me!" He chuckled, placing the pencil down. "I'm running to Central for you tomorrow, remember?" He cracked the knuckles on his left hand with a soft popping sound.
"I know, I know. I need new automail parts and need them fast." She looked over the room, shock in her eyes. "Did you keep me out of here on purpose? I'm about to have a stroke! I better not have to clean this war zone as well!" The study was a disaster, looking as if a massive way took place inside. Papers lined the floors, piles upon piles of books, Large poster-like pages covering the walls with jot notes and doodles about them, and an unkempt bed in the corner.
"No, you don't have to worry, this is my private mess, I like it just the way it is." He got up and stretched his arms out. "I know where everything is this way!"
Pinako sighed. "That's a load off my shoulders. I'm heading home now, I expect you at my door at sunrise tomorrow, Alphonse."
"You can count on me!" He smiled. "See you then, Pinako!" He showed her out of the house and made his way back to his writing.
"Well, I'm heading into Central tomorrow, I'm picking up some parts for Pinako and Winry. I wish I could give you the letter myself, but..." His expression changed, the joy fading once more. "I'll see you soon, Edward. I know I will." He folded the letter in three and placed it inside an envelope. He grabbed one of the two candles, and sealed the l with the wax, then made his way to the bed, blowing out both candles before lying down. He fell into a deep sleep fairly quickly, undisturbed for the rest of the night.
Authors notes: Ok, so this is my first attempt at fan fiction, don't be too harsh on me. This will be an on-going story, so the main plot will develop outside this prologue. It is set in a sort of alternate future based off the TV series, so a few things are a bit different. --Spoiler Warning-- There is no other side of the gate, as in no real world, no Nazi's... I'll get into what is in there in the Fic itself. Most of what happened form the end of the TV series up to this point in the fic will be explained in the first few chapters, so I won't go into too much detail as of yet. If I miss an important fact, then I will place it in a note like this one. I hope you enjoyed it and will read on! And yes, it's meant to be short.