Fullmetal Alchemist: Fetch
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prose_alchemistTitle: Fetch
Author:jordannamorgan
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Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Pinako, the young Elric brothers, young Winry.
Setting: Pre-canon.
Summary: The first time the Elric boys tried to retrieve something important.
Disclaimer: They belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt word “Bury” atfan_flashworks. It’s nothing much, but I was working on nearly a full day without sleep at the time I first wrote it. I hope it’s an enjoyable little scenario anyway!
“Did you find it, boys?” Pinako asked anxiously.
Standing at the steps of the Rockbells’ back porch, young Edward and Alphonse shook their heads woefully. The two brothers looked somewhat the worse for wear: both were liberally streaked with dirt, and there was a rip in the leg of Ed’s shorts that hadn’t been there a few hours earlier.
“Well…” Pinako took a frustrated pull at her pipe, looking out across the yard to the vast green sprawl of hills and woodlands that stretched beyond her property. Despite that daunting view, she struggled to grasp at straws of optimism. “Den couldn’t have buried it too far away, could he?”
The boys looked at each other in weary dismay; and from within the house, faint sounds of sobbing grew louder.
At dusk, just as Winry’s inconsolable tears were finally beginning to exhaust themselves, the Elrics returned—looking more filthy than ever.
Ed halted in front of the girl, unsmiling, and unceremoniously dropped a long thin object at her feet. The item shone silver, still glistening with water droplets from a thorough scrubbing under a hose, and its joints clattered lightly as it landed on the rug.
“You found it!” Winry gasped, as the last of her tears instantly evaporated. She launched herself from the sofa to fling her arms around both boys’ necks, squeezing them in a strangling hug.
“Den buried it by the old fallen tree,” Al noted, smiling in spite of his disheveled appearance.
By contrast, Ed continued to scowl, his mood clearly more ill-humored after their exertions. “Next time maybe don’t make them look so much like an actual bone, so we don’t have to do this again!”
As Winry glared back at the older brother, Pinako chuckled calmly. “Try to be patient with her, Ed. After all, this is the first automail arm she ever built by herself for one of her dolls.”
© 2021 Jordanna Morgan
Author:
jordannamorganArchive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Pinako, the young Elric brothers, young Winry.
Setting: Pre-canon.
Summary: The first time the Elric boys tried to retrieve something important.
Disclaimer: They belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt word “Bury” at
fan_flashworks. It’s nothing much, but I was working on nearly a full day without sleep at the time I first wrote it. I hope it’s an enjoyable little scenario anyway!“Did you find it, boys?” Pinako asked anxiously.
Standing at the steps of the Rockbells’ back porch, young Edward and Alphonse shook their heads woefully. The two brothers looked somewhat the worse for wear: both were liberally streaked with dirt, and there was a rip in the leg of Ed’s shorts that hadn’t been there a few hours earlier.
“Well…” Pinako took a frustrated pull at her pipe, looking out across the yard to the vast green sprawl of hills and woodlands that stretched beyond her property. Despite that daunting view, she struggled to grasp at straws of optimism. “Den couldn’t have buried it too far away, could he?”
The boys looked at each other in weary dismay; and from within the house, faint sounds of sobbing grew louder.
At dusk, just as Winry’s inconsolable tears were finally beginning to exhaust themselves, the Elrics returned—looking more filthy than ever.
Ed halted in front of the girl, unsmiling, and unceremoniously dropped a long thin object at her feet. The item shone silver, still glistening with water droplets from a thorough scrubbing under a hose, and its joints clattered lightly as it landed on the rug.
“You found it!” Winry gasped, as the last of her tears instantly evaporated. She launched herself from the sofa to fling her arms around both boys’ necks, squeezing them in a strangling hug.
“Den buried it by the old fallen tree,” Al noted, smiling in spite of his disheveled appearance.
By contrast, Ed continued to scowl, his mood clearly more ill-humored after their exertions. “Next time maybe don’t make them look so much like an actual bone, so we don’t have to do this again!”
As Winry glared back at the older brother, Pinako chuckled calmly. “Try to be patient with her, Ed. After all, this is the first automail arm she ever built by herself for one of her dolls.”
© 2021 Jordanna Morgan