Fic: one shot - I was fourteen when
Title: I was fourteen when
Beta: None
Genre: mild angst
Characters: Edward Elric
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Spoiler: Uhh.... Major Season Two spoilers.
Timeline: After episode 43
Warning: Ed-centric ponderings, more than a fic
It hadn't been a conscious decision. Not that anyone could call it a decision, so much as an observancy. No, there was no way around it and he knew that. He knew it, but he couldn't let anyone else know. If he told so much as one person, he ran the risk of Al finding out and really- there was no one that he wanted to tell anyway.
Alphonse would find out soon enough, that much was inevitable. It wasn't exactly something that Ed could keep from him forever, even if he wanted to. Al would see it when it happened, and he was sure that he'd never hear the end of it - assuming that he survived, at least.
His money wasn't on that happening either.
It had been four years now since their quest had started. Four years since he'd become a dog of the military and only four hours since he'd lost that title. Dog of the military so easily became fugitive of the military, because he'd had no other option. He had to get Al away from them, and he had to take care of some other things.
Like Sloth, for starters.
Even before Al had become the Stone, even before things had gotten quite this complicated, he'd always known. It had been over a year ago, looking at himself in that hotel mirror. He'd become very accustomed to the image of himself reflected there. Scars along his torso, automail prosthetic firmly in place just like a permanent attachment.
It had been easier than he ever would have imagined, to admit that it really was as good as permanent. No, he would not give up on fixing Al - he needed to right that wrong, at least. He needed to keep that promise, and fix his brother. He knew that he also needed to keep insisting that it was about both of them, so that Alphonse wouldn't suspect the truth.
He'd accepted - nearly fifteen months ago - that there was no changing what happened to him.
All he could hope was that he could restore Al, and survive doing it. Even that seemed like stretching it, but he would stubbornly continue on this path. He made a promise, and he wasn't going to back out of it for any reason. He owed his brother that much.
Edward Elric knew that he'd be lucky to reach 20-years-old. He had no long term goals, because as far as he was concerned... There was no long term in his future. Just the here, the now, and what he needed to do - even if he gained nothing from it.
It was an easy decision to make, to stop worrying about himself and just focus on restoring his brother. No matter what that took.
He'd been fourteen-years-old.
Beta: None
Genre: mild angst
Characters: Edward Elric
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Spoiler: Uhh.... Major Season Two spoilers.
Timeline: After episode 43
Warning: Ed-centric ponderings, more than a fic
It hadn't been a conscious decision. Not that anyone could call it a decision, so much as an observancy. No, there was no way around it and he knew that. He knew it, but he couldn't let anyone else know. If he told so much as one person, he ran the risk of Al finding out and really- there was no one that he wanted to tell anyway.
Alphonse would find out soon enough, that much was inevitable. It wasn't exactly something that Ed could keep from him forever, even if he wanted to. Al would see it when it happened, and he was sure that he'd never hear the end of it - assuming that he survived, at least.
His money wasn't on that happening either.
It had been four years now since their quest had started. Four years since he'd become a dog of the military and only four hours since he'd lost that title. Dog of the military so easily became fugitive of the military, because he'd had no other option. He had to get Al away from them, and he had to take care of some other things.
Like Sloth, for starters.
Even before Al had become the Stone, even before things had gotten quite this complicated, he'd always known. It had been over a year ago, looking at himself in that hotel mirror. He'd become very accustomed to the image of himself reflected there. Scars along his torso, automail prosthetic firmly in place just like a permanent attachment.
It had been easier than he ever would have imagined, to admit that it really was as good as permanent. No, he would not give up on fixing Al - he needed to right that wrong, at least. He needed to keep that promise, and fix his brother. He knew that he also needed to keep insisting that it was about both of them, so that Alphonse wouldn't suspect the truth.
He'd accepted - nearly fifteen months ago - that there was no changing what happened to him.
All he could hope was that he could restore Al, and survive doing it. Even that seemed like stretching it, but he would stubbornly continue on this path. He made a promise, and he wasn't going to back out of it for any reason. He owed his brother that much.
Edward Elric knew that he'd be lucky to reach 20-years-old. He had no long term goals, because as far as he was concerned... There was no long term in his future. Just the here, the now, and what he needed to do - even if he gained nothing from it.
It was an easy decision to make, to stop worrying about himself and just focus on restoring his brother. No matter what that took.
He'd been fourteen-years-old.