[FMA | G] December

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I don?t own Fullmetal Alchemist; I only own the confusion. Also, the song chosen is called Once Upon a December from the animated movie Anastacia. And before you start the flames ... this story is NOT supposed to make sense; in a way it is... and in another it isn't. *big grin*
Dedication: Mellie & Ice Princess.




December
By: Leia Avenrose
Rating: G




<center>Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember;
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December</center>


He wondered of the days that had passed, the hours he had missed, the minutes that had flown through his life without him even knowing. He wondered many things, things he had no recollection of. Sand; the sands of time had swallowed him whole, left him to die, the crimson pooling out from beneath his body. His feet took him down a worn path, a path he had run along before. Tilting his head back, he stared at the sky. It was nearing dinnertime, the sky ablaze with vibrant colors of pink and orange, the clouds sparse and fluffed softly along the lightly painted yellow edges.

A light snow had fallen, the once lush green fields now shrouded in a thick blanket of sparkling white. As he exhaled, he watched the fog rise into the air. The remnants of the sun caught the silver frames perched on his nose, and he sighed again, absently kicking at the snow. He shoved his hands further into the pockets of his long jacket, flexing he fingers on his right hand. Why was this all so familiar, yet all so unreal? Why had he come here? Why was he here? How had he managed it?

A shout from behind startled him from his thoughts. He spun on his heel, his heart in his throat. Through the loose strands of blonde, deep golden eyes widened at the sight of the small child racing towards him, their hand lifted and waving, a broad smile etched across their round face.


<center>Someone holds me,
Safe and warm;
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory?</center>


?Brother! Brother!? The childish voice faded out with the image. The child was running, but he was going nowhere.

Edward Elric squinted. ?This isn?t real. It can?t be.? Putting his back to the fading image, he tore the glasses off his nose and pinched the bridge of it, holding back a groan. ?I don?t want to believe this; I don?t want to believe in you.?

He forced himself to move forward, trudging through the snow. Along the path he passed a heap of wood half-covered under the snow, the gnarled timber peeking out; the remains of a house. He didn?t know why he paused to stare, but the moment his eyes landed on the blackened wood, he found he couldn?t tear his eyes away. He pulled his glasses off, squinting, then put them back on, still squinting. There was ? something?.


<center>Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Once upon a December</center>


Green eyes pierced his mind, lips painted a light pink stretching into a soft smile. Silken brown hair was pulled back and draped along the front of a slender shoulder, tied together with a red ribbon. Edward furrowed his brow and outstretched a hand to the image in front of him. His lips parted, but the whispered words were lost as the wind whipped past him. He watched as the green eyes widened, the slender face turning into a mask of stark fear. Suddenly he found himself back in that doorway, staring at her fallen body half concealed within the shadows of the room. He heard the whimper behind him, and the basket of vegetables slipped from his fingers as he found himself rushing forward.

Her body vanished before his eyes the moment his knees hit the floorboards.

He searched in vain, his hands slapping along the floor, searching desperately for something, someone that was no longer there. Edward felt his breath catch in his throat, his chest tight, his head feeling unbearably light. Exhaling on a trembling breath, his hand fell to his side. The snow drifted into the air in front of him, lifting off the charred beams of wood, and the images were lost.


<center>Someone holds me,
Safe and warm;
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
Across my memory?</center>


Beads of perspiration beaded along his brow and upper lip. He swallowed heavily, scalded himself mentally for losing it, and moved away from the snowy lumber. He pushed his hands back into his jacket pockets, clenching them into fists, numb to the cold seeping into his bones. His teeth chattered, his breath coming out in thicker patches of fog.

?I tried to make her real,? he murmured under his breath, ?but I can?t make her real.?

Who did you try to make real, his mind questioned.

?Don?t play games with me,? Edward snapped. He took a deep breath, not noticing as the snow fell harder.

I?m not, his mind retorted.

?Then ? then I don?t know.?

How could you not know? Was it not you and your ? brother who tried to make her real?

?Shut up!?


<center>Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember;
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember</center>


Edward kept walking, not paying any attention to his surroundings, ignoring the voice in his mind. For some unknown reason, he didn?t care where he ended or how much longer he continued to run; he had been running from the start. In his mind, he saw their faces, but they were blank. They wore suits of blue, gold braids woven around their right shoulders, black leather pouches along their belts. There was a sharp sting along his cheek, the wind having picked up, whipping his hair and the snow across his face. He was moving slower now, his legs numb from the cold. He couldn?t feel a thing, and perhaps it was better this way; he was finally paying for his sins.


<center>And a song
Someone sings;
Once upon a December</center>

[Mellie]

Oh wow! At first I thought this was about the very smexy Hohenheim of Light. And then it turned to Ed with glimpses of memories! I loved the song intermingled with the paragraphs. And you gave Ed glasses! *squee!!!!!* You know how nums he looked in those fanarts *drools*

Now, after that brief little babble, I liked the sort of opaqueness that I saw this through. Little bits and pieces of his past life and who he was. Wonderful job! (only thing I didn't get was the time frame, but judging from the way it is written...I get the future.)

PS: I really like how he sort of has lost his memories and is fighting to keep what few he can hold onto. Poor Eds! It reminds me of the movie! *glomp* Keep up these FMA pieces! And I'll be there with you sobbing during the ending!

[Leia Avenrose]

Smexy he was, the Hohenheim of Light! *squee!!!* And how could I NOT give Ed glasses? *shockgasp!* He is teh smex with them! \o/ Wheee! I'm so glad it made sense!! ....and yet didn't! *glomp*

[Eienvine]

That was fantastic! Well written, and a great portrayal of his feelings. Great job.

[Leia Avenrose]

Thank you!