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mikkeneko's fault. Her and her ficlet. This whole bunny is from one single line, which I've almost stolen completely. Just the one line, I tried to go differently. And it's still just a bunny. Help me. This is worst than the Disney songfic thing for Saiyuki I had going on a while back.
Their friends were starting to look very uncomfortable. They had never seen Ed and Al fight. Not like this. Sparring, yes. Spatting back and forth, yes.
Honest to God yelling had never been seen by them. If Ed and Al had fought like this before, neither Mustang nor his people had ever seen it. Especially not at the office.
“Oh,” spat Al. “For my own good!? That’s bad, Niisan. You are not someone who can talk about taking care of me. Not after all I went through.”
That was the wrong thing to say. If anyone had been looking at Al, they would have seen the instant regret on his face.
But all eyes were on Ed as he reacted to Al’s words.
The blond said nothing. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Instead, Ed stood still for a moment. He went white, skin so pale that his eyes were the darkest part of his face.
Then he seemed to slump inward. “You’re right,” he said softly, eyes downcast.
“Niisan, I’m sor….”
Al’s apology was cut off by an almost hysterical laugh from Ed. “Don’t say sorry, Al. Don’t apologize for being right. Never be sorry for being right.”
Something was burning wildly in Ed’s eyes, and everyone held their breath, half-expecting another fight to break out.
Ed turned and started to walk away.
“Where are you going?” Worry laced Al’s voice as he took a step forward.
A shrug was his answer, and then Ed was out the door. It shut, and then there was the crackle of an alchemic reaction. By the type Al had undone it, Ed was nowhere to be seen.
Help me.
mikkeneko's fault. Her and her ficlet. This whole bunny is from one single line, which I've almost stolen completely. Just the one line, I tried to go differently. And it's still just a bunny. Help me. This is worst than the Disney songfic thing for Saiyuki I had going on a while back.Their friends were starting to look very uncomfortable. They had never seen Ed and Al fight. Not like this. Sparring, yes. Spatting back and forth, yes.
Honest to God yelling had never been seen by them. If Ed and Al had fought like this before, neither Mustang nor his people had ever seen it. Especially not at the office.
“Oh,” spat Al. “For my own good!? That’s bad, Niisan. You are not someone who can talk about taking care of me. Not after all I went through.”
That was the wrong thing to say. If anyone had been looking at Al, they would have seen the instant regret on his face.
But all eyes were on Ed as he reacted to Al’s words.
The blond said nothing. His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Instead, Ed stood still for a moment. He went white, skin so pale that his eyes were the darkest part of his face.
Then he seemed to slump inward. “You’re right,” he said softly, eyes downcast.
“Niisan, I’m sor….”
Al’s apology was cut off by an almost hysterical laugh from Ed. “Don’t say sorry, Al. Don’t apologize for being right. Never be sorry for being right.”
Something was burning wildly in Ed’s eyes, and everyone held their breath, half-expecting another fight to break out.
Ed turned and started to walk away.
“Where are you going?” Worry laced Al’s voice as he took a step forward.
A shrug was his answer, and then Ed was out the door. It shut, and then there was the crackle of an alchemic reaction. By the type Al had undone it, Ed was nowhere to be seen.
Help me.