Fullmetal Ninja [Chapter 6]
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esp_dragonFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/ Naruto crossover
Summary: Ed and Al tried to resurect their Mother but something went wrong. Not only did they fail, their bodies paying the price, but they are no longer in Amestris. They are in a world where all the natural rules aren't always obeyed...
Rating: T
Notes: Not too pleased with this chapter. Especially the ending. *pokes ending* And jeez, it was this that sparked off this entire crossover too. D:< Booo. It somehow made sense when I was typing it all those months ago (*snerk*) but actually getting it down was just... And I think I may have changed the 'revolving door' bit and just made it 'new door'.
Not to mention, I think I started to early in the last dream scene and it feels like I should have changed more of that one. Which I may go and do later. >____<
Not to happy with Kakashi's characterisation. It feels like it's going
*Kakashi says one thing*
*Tsunade then says something with a huge paragraph of explanation*
*Kakashi does one thing*
Bleh.
Do bloodlines not use handseals? Sharingan and Byakugan don't but I was wondering about Haku's one.
Just looked up a German last name for the unnamed school teacher. Hopefully it's actually a German last name. It apparently means 'help in counsel, or famous helper' but I didn't choose it for its translation.
I'm fairly sure that I was meaning to put the dreams into a kind of present tense but I doubt I got all of them. And since it's a dream, Al doesn't think of himself as Al so lots of abuse of he instead. Tried to make it even more from Al's point of view than third-person narrative
Shyeah, and dreams really don't go like that. As far as I'm aware of anyways. This is coming from a person who just last night had a dream of being Naruto, when Team 7 was still together (Kiba was there also) and it was some mission that meant there was lots of squeezing through air-ducts and stuff like that and trap! at the end. With Sasuke being the one who got trapped (something about the Monkey's Paw *shudder* He got it anyway, as part of the trap) and then 'me' and Sakura got knocked out ravens carrying big rocks. Soo... I don't think I've relived something that I've experienced in real life in dreams. But that could just be me. ^ ^;
Wanted to put the dream scenes in italics buuut seeing as they take up more than half the fic, it'd be pretty sore on the eyes.
Genre: General
Word count: 2,454
Total word count: 14,476
Status: Work in Progress
Kakashi eventually made it to Tsunade’s office after being summoned a while ago. Specifically how long ago she wasn’t certain because there had been a sudden influx of missions – or was it because she’d ignored them while she went to the hospital?
“Lady Hokage,” he said as he entered, nodding to her.
“Kakashi.” She put the pen down as he stood before her, happy for a little distraction. He still looked a bit on the tired side but he had convinced the doctors that he was fit and well enough to be discharged from the hospital as soon as she had healed him. Tsunade picked up the report that she had put to the side of her desk and glanced over its contents again. “You were in Wave Country just over two months ago,” she stated not looking up from the report.
She saw him nod thoughtfully over the piece of paper. “Yeah. It was interesting.”
Interesting, he says. At the very end of the battle, after the sacrifice that… Haku had made, they had somehow convinced Zabuza, a ninja that had been assigned to kill Tazuna, to not fight against them and to fight Gatou, his employer, instead. Even with all the injuries that Zabuza had sustained from his battle with Kakashi, he was still able to get past Gatou’s bodyguards to him and kill him. A different kind of mission from the norm.
Tsunade raised her eyes from the report. “Other than Zabuza and Haku, did you meet or see any other ninja?”
He tilted his head up in thought. “Two brothers – called themselves the Demon Brothers.”
“Hmm.” She had known that from the report but maybe he had seen another ninja or group of them and failed to put that in his report. But with the type of mission it was, to not notice other ninja and take note about them could very much end with you dead. Wave Country didn’t have a Hidden Village so the presence of ninja there could have been suspicious without anything else happening at the time.
Putting the report back on the desk, Tsunade wondered on how to word what she was going to say. “I’m sure you felt that chakra signature to the south yesterday – nothing has been found that can explain it, where it came from or where it went.” Tsunade intertwined her fingers and rested her chin on them. “However, the five ANBU that I sent to the scene found two civilian boys there. From what I’ve been able to ascertain from them, they’re from Wave Country.
“So you think that a ninja kidnapped them,” Kakashi concluded.
Tsunade snorted and shook her head. “I don’t know; they don’t know either. They act like civilians but they have a physical characteristic that’s usual more for a ninja, as well as both of them being able to perform a jutsu that I’ve never seen before. With no hand seals.”
“No hand seals,” Kakashi repeated. “So it’s a bloodline limit.” He was watching her carefully with his visible eye, his body language mostly unreadable. Tsunade wasn’t surprised. Bloodline limits were the only things that the Sharingan couldn’t copy and with no hand seals, it reduced the time of activating it making it even more dangerous. That alone would make a ninja wary against someone with a bloodline limit but with the troubles Kakashi and his team had with Haku, it would make anyone more cautious.
“The strange thing is, I don’t think they know how dangerous a bloodline limit is,” Tsunade mused. “The way they were acting when I saw them use it, it must have been the first time it had surfaced and they didn’t fear it or try to hide it. It means that they know about their bloodline limit, were told about it and what it can do but they have no ninja training which doesn’t make any sense.” Had the community they live in been accepting o the difference between them and their family? Maybe they didn’t know that being able to do that was associated with ninja or even that people like ninja existed.
“You want me to see them to see if I recognise them,” Kakashi stated.
Tsunade nodded. From what little she knew about those two, it was very likely that they were from one of the surrounding islands rather than the main island. Even though there was little chance of Kakashi recognising the two, she still had to make sure.
:-:-:
Al dreamed.
oOo
“Class, I want you to work out these sums that I’ve written up on the board,” Miss Bartul said, book open in front of her.
His eyes flicked up to the blackboard for a few seconds and then he bowed his head again. Ed didn’t even bother and he kept working on their calculations – or he hadn’t heard what she’d said, too engrossed in what he was doing. Quickly jotting down the answers on another page he looked over his equations and workings. Compared to what they were being ‘taught’ in class right then (something that they had learned to do a long time ago) this was a lot more complicated. But they’d be able to do it, he just knew it.
“Ed! Al! Pay attention!”
oOo
Ed looked over his shoulder, grinning back at him as they ran down the road full pelt. They stopped beside a rock nearly as tall as they were beside the road, their usual marker for the finish line. For them it was usually an even chance who could win but today, he won by a large margin what with what Ed was carrying.
Flopping down on the cool grass, they waited for their breathing to even out and for their hearts to slow down. While taking in big gulping breaths and grinning at the same time wasn’t exactly easy and made taking in air more difficult, they still did it.
They lay there for a few minutes, even after everything had gone back to normal. The soft wind that was blowing felt nice on his skin and the quiet sound that the grass made as the wind blew it was soothing; the sun was hiding behind a cloud at that moment but there wasn’t enough cloud cover for that to last long. Not that he minded either way.
Ed turned around so that he was now lying on his stomach and facing towards him. “What do you think Mum’ll think when we show her what we can do now?” he asked, the grin still on his face.
“She’ll be surprised,” he guessed. They had stayed up late that night, reading and translating some more of Father’s journals. While they weren’t able to understand what was being said at the time, after a few hours sleep and some more hours spend thinking about it (during school hours, but Mum didn’t have to know that) they were able to figure it out. They had the theory down and now all they had to was to test the practice.
“Yup.” With a huff of air, Ed got to his feet and picked up the basket of apples that he had been carrying. “Right. Race you back to the house!” Before he had finished the challenge, Ed was already sprinting away, laughing.
“Hey!” He scrambled to his feet and ran after his brother. “No fair!”
Even with Ed’s head start, he was still able to catch up by the time they reached their front door.
“I won! Mum, we’re – Mum? Mum!”
oOo
“For the soul.”
They knelt on the floor and placed their hands on the chalk border that they had drawn. They shuffled around for a few seconds before settling down into what was most comfortable for them. They then turned to each other, eyes wide and grinning in anticipation.
“Here it goes, Al.”
He nodded. “Yup.”
At the same time, by a signal only they knew, the two brothers closed their eyes and concentrated. Soon after the familiar tingle of Alchemy running down their arms, behind his closed eyes, Al was still able to see the initial first ‘spark’ of the Alchemy reaction.
It was when there was a reaction that didn’t fade, a reaction that was still happening after the others would have stopped already by then that he opened his eyes. This was the time that their Mother would appear, he knew it. And stealing a glance at his brother, Ed thought so too because his eyes were also open.
Alchemic reactions were running up and down the transmutation circle and while some faded from sight, others kept on going. A wind swept into the room, scattering pages of carefully taken notes around the room and disturbing their implements.
Just then, another reaction exploded upwards from the mass in the basin and hurtled to the ceiling, bringing particles of it down after it had stopped.
Grinning, the two of them waited for their Mother to appear. The reactions were moving more haphazardly, spreading further than the confines of the transmutation circle. He somehow heard the glass breaking above the wind that had picked up considerably.
But this was going on too long wasn’t it? While similar to the usual Alchemic reactions they had whenever they did Alchemy, here it was exaggerated, too violent. Al saw Ed looking around the room warily, his hair moving as if it had a life of its own.
“Big brother,” he said, hoping he was being loud enough to be heard. “Something is wrong. It didn’t totally have to do with the evidence that they were seeing in front of their eyes – as unscientific as it sounded, all he could say was that it felt wrong. His left hand was feeling strange and he glanced at it.
Gone. His left hand was gone. He screamed, everything else taking less priority to the fact that his left arm was disappearing under deconstruction.
“Al!”
He tore his eyes away from his predicament and stretched out a hand for Ed. Both knew that doing that wouldn’t help them in the slightest but they still tried, exertion and fear running through them.
He was suddenly stumbling forward and nearly fell to his knees. ’What-?’ Where was he? He was in a open place, all white with nothing in it. Or almost nothing, he amended when he turned around to see a dark… something that looked like it was made out of stone and several times his size. There was a tree engraved on to its surface and it was just floating there – as far as he could tell, there wasn’t anything he could see that was holding it up.
-‘Hey.’-
Definitely almost nothing as he turned to see the person who spoke. It was a while he was turning around that he realised that he hadn’t actually heard the word being said but rather, it had echoed in his mind.
“What – um. Hello.” There was a humanoid figure sitting on the ground a few feet away from him. But that was all he could tell – other than the aura around it, it was completely blank. Featureless.
-‘Ah, a polite one,’- the being said happily. -‘Polite in one way but not in another.’-
What did that mean? As far as he was aware of, he was always polite. Who had he offended? “Who are you?” he asked the being. He didn’t want to talk with the being without knowing its (?) name or just calling it ‘you’.
-‘That, is an interesting question,’- it said, nodding. -‘I’m what you humans refer to as the world. Also known as the “universe” or “God” or “True Knowledge” or “all” or “one”.’-
‘But then, that would mean -”
-‘And…’- A hand was raised and pointed at him. -‘I’m you!’-
‘That doesn’t make any sense!’
There was a large, slow ominous creak behind him. Since the only other thing that was in this space was that stone tablet, it could only be that that was making the noise. Why did it sound like it was a creaky old door opening?
’Welcome, fool.’
He froze at the voice, echoing much more than the first, being much more deeper also. He unfroze when he felt something –so cold!- wind around his legs like a second skin. Black. It was pure black and… it looked like it had a hand on one end. Then another twisted quickly around his other leg and even though it was impossible, nothing was there to help it do that. It moved like a snake.
His thoughts were disrupted when those black things just yanked his feet from under him. For a split second, he thought that his back was going to impact with the ground painfully but he didn’t. More of those things had gone around his upper body and ‘caught’ him. He had been trying to get out of their grasp from the very start but it wasn’t any use; they were far too quick for him to get away from.
They weren’t just supporting him – they were pulling him backwards too. Pulling him towards the door.
The being said one more thing before the doors closed. -‘I’ll show you True Knowledge.’-
He wanted to yell out, scream as what felt like thousands and thousands of bits and pieces of information were unceremoniously shoved into his brain. He instinctively grabbed at one of the arms, Teacher’s lessons ingrained, and pulled, not knowing why he was doing it.
It loosened its grip on him and at the same time, so did the others. He found himself with his back pressed up to that door. But he wasn’t in that white place; this was all black but it highlighted the fact that there was a sliver of light coming through the small opening in it. And he wasn’t going to stare at that gigantic eye that was hovering right in front of him.
His right hand spasmed and he looked down – there was a thin red light that went off into the darkness connected to it. He pulled his hand and he felt the light somehow pull taut. There was a feeling of familiarity coming from it… Ed?
Somehow knowing that wherever he went, Ed would follow him through the connection, he squeezed his way through the crack.
oOo
Al twitched as he woke up, disorientated by the white walls for a few seconds before remembering he was in a hospital. He knew that he had been dreaming but he didn’t know what of. There was a vague recollection of his Mother but that was about it.
All thoughts of fast disappearing dreams left his mind as he realised that there was someone standing right there by the window.
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Summary: Ed and Al tried to resurect their Mother but something went wrong. Not only did they fail, their bodies paying the price, but they are no longer in Amestris. They are in a world where all the natural rules aren't always obeyed...
Rating: T
Notes: Not too pleased with this chapter. Especially the ending. *pokes ending* And jeez, it was this that sparked off this entire crossover too. D:< Booo. It somehow made sense when I was typing it all those months ago (*snerk*) but actually getting it down was just... And I think I may have changed the 'revolving door' bit and just made it 'new door'.
Not to mention, I think I started to early in the last dream scene and it feels like I should have changed more of that one. Which I may go and do later. >____<
Not to happy with Kakashi's characterisation. It feels like it's going
*Kakashi says one thing*
*Tsunade then says something with a huge paragraph of explanation*
*Kakashi does one thing*
Bleh.
Do bloodlines not use handseals? Sharingan and Byakugan don't but I was wondering about Haku's one.
Just looked up a German last name for the unnamed school teacher. Hopefully it's actually a German last name. It apparently means 'help in counsel, or famous helper' but I didn't choose it for its translation.
I'm fairly sure that I was meaning to put the dreams into a kind of present tense but I doubt I got all of them. And since it's a dream, Al doesn't think of himself as Al so lots of abuse of he instead. Tried to make it even more from Al's point of view than third-person narrative
Shyeah, and dreams really don't go like that. As far as I'm aware of anyways. This is coming from a person who just last night had a dream of being Naruto, when Team 7 was still together (Kiba was there also) and it was some mission that meant there was lots of squeezing through air-ducts and stuff like that and trap! at the end. With Sasuke being the one who got trapped (something about the Monkey's Paw *shudder* He got it anyway, as part of the trap) and then 'me' and Sakura got knocked out ravens carrying big rocks. Soo... I don't think I've relived something that I've experienced in real life in dreams. But that could just be me. ^ ^;
Wanted to put the dream scenes in italics buuut seeing as they take up more than half the fic, it'd be pretty sore on the eyes.
Genre: General
Word count: 2,454
Total word count: 14,476
Status: Work in Progress
Kakashi eventually made it to Tsunade’s office after being summoned a while ago. Specifically how long ago she wasn’t certain because there had been a sudden influx of missions – or was it because she’d ignored them while she went to the hospital?
“Lady Hokage,” he said as he entered, nodding to her.
“Kakashi.” She put the pen down as he stood before her, happy for a little distraction. He still looked a bit on the tired side but he had convinced the doctors that he was fit and well enough to be discharged from the hospital as soon as she had healed him. Tsunade picked up the report that she had put to the side of her desk and glanced over its contents again. “You were in Wave Country just over two months ago,” she stated not looking up from the report.
She saw him nod thoughtfully over the piece of paper. “Yeah. It was interesting.”
Interesting, he says. At the very end of the battle, after the sacrifice that… Haku had made, they had somehow convinced Zabuza, a ninja that had been assigned to kill Tazuna, to not fight against them and to fight Gatou, his employer, instead. Even with all the injuries that Zabuza had sustained from his battle with Kakashi, he was still able to get past Gatou’s bodyguards to him and kill him. A different kind of mission from the norm.
Tsunade raised her eyes from the report. “Other than Zabuza and Haku, did you meet or see any other ninja?”
He tilted his head up in thought. “Two brothers – called themselves the Demon Brothers.”
“Hmm.” She had known that from the report but maybe he had seen another ninja or group of them and failed to put that in his report. But with the type of mission it was, to not notice other ninja and take note about them could very much end with you dead. Wave Country didn’t have a Hidden Village so the presence of ninja there could have been suspicious without anything else happening at the time.
Putting the report back on the desk, Tsunade wondered on how to word what she was going to say. “I’m sure you felt that chakra signature to the south yesterday – nothing has been found that can explain it, where it came from or where it went.” Tsunade intertwined her fingers and rested her chin on them. “However, the five ANBU that I sent to the scene found two civilian boys there. From what I’ve been able to ascertain from them, they’re from Wave Country.
“So you think that a ninja kidnapped them,” Kakashi concluded.
Tsunade snorted and shook her head. “I don’t know; they don’t know either. They act like civilians but they have a physical characteristic that’s usual more for a ninja, as well as both of them being able to perform a jutsu that I’ve never seen before. With no hand seals.”
“No hand seals,” Kakashi repeated. “So it’s a bloodline limit.” He was watching her carefully with his visible eye, his body language mostly unreadable. Tsunade wasn’t surprised. Bloodline limits were the only things that the Sharingan couldn’t copy and with no hand seals, it reduced the time of activating it making it even more dangerous. That alone would make a ninja wary against someone with a bloodline limit but with the troubles Kakashi and his team had with Haku, it would make anyone more cautious.
“The strange thing is, I don’t think they know how dangerous a bloodline limit is,” Tsunade mused. “The way they were acting when I saw them use it, it must have been the first time it had surfaced and they didn’t fear it or try to hide it. It means that they know about their bloodline limit, were told about it and what it can do but they have no ninja training which doesn’t make any sense.” Had the community they live in been accepting o the difference between them and their family? Maybe they didn’t know that being able to do that was associated with ninja or even that people like ninja existed.
“You want me to see them to see if I recognise them,” Kakashi stated.
Tsunade nodded. From what little she knew about those two, it was very likely that they were from one of the surrounding islands rather than the main island. Even though there was little chance of Kakashi recognising the two, she still had to make sure.
Al dreamed.
“Class, I want you to work out these sums that I’ve written up on the board,” Miss Bartul said, book open in front of her.
His eyes flicked up to the blackboard for a few seconds and then he bowed his head again. Ed didn’t even bother and he kept working on their calculations – or he hadn’t heard what she’d said, too engrossed in what he was doing. Quickly jotting down the answers on another page he looked over his equations and workings. Compared to what they were being ‘taught’ in class right then (something that they had learned to do a long time ago) this was a lot more complicated. But they’d be able to do it, he just knew it.
“Ed! Al! Pay attention!”
Ed looked over his shoulder, grinning back at him as they ran down the road full pelt. They stopped beside a rock nearly as tall as they were beside the road, their usual marker for the finish line. For them it was usually an even chance who could win but today, he won by a large margin what with what Ed was carrying.
Flopping down on the cool grass, they waited for their breathing to even out and for their hearts to slow down. While taking in big gulping breaths and grinning at the same time wasn’t exactly easy and made taking in air more difficult, they still did it.
They lay there for a few minutes, even after everything had gone back to normal. The soft wind that was blowing felt nice on his skin and the quiet sound that the grass made as the wind blew it was soothing; the sun was hiding behind a cloud at that moment but there wasn’t enough cloud cover for that to last long. Not that he minded either way.
Ed turned around so that he was now lying on his stomach and facing towards him. “What do you think Mum’ll think when we show her what we can do now?” he asked, the grin still on his face.
“She’ll be surprised,” he guessed. They had stayed up late that night, reading and translating some more of Father’s journals. While they weren’t able to understand what was being said at the time, after a few hours sleep and some more hours spend thinking about it (during school hours, but Mum didn’t have to know that) they were able to figure it out. They had the theory down and now all they had to was to test the practice.
“Yup.” With a huff of air, Ed got to his feet and picked up the basket of apples that he had been carrying. “Right. Race you back to the house!” Before he had finished the challenge, Ed was already sprinting away, laughing.
“Hey!” He scrambled to his feet and ran after his brother. “No fair!”
Even with Ed’s head start, he was still able to catch up by the time they reached their front door.
“I won! Mum, we’re – Mum? Mum!”
“For the soul.”
They knelt on the floor and placed their hands on the chalk border that they had drawn. They shuffled around for a few seconds before settling down into what was most comfortable for them. They then turned to each other, eyes wide and grinning in anticipation.
“Here it goes, Al.”
He nodded. “Yup.”
At the same time, by a signal only they knew, the two brothers closed their eyes and concentrated. Soon after the familiar tingle of Alchemy running down their arms, behind his closed eyes, Al was still able to see the initial first ‘spark’ of the Alchemy reaction.
It was when there was a reaction that didn’t fade, a reaction that was still happening after the others would have stopped already by then that he opened his eyes. This was the time that their Mother would appear, he knew it. And stealing a glance at his brother, Ed thought so too because his eyes were also open.
Alchemic reactions were running up and down the transmutation circle and while some faded from sight, others kept on going. A wind swept into the room, scattering pages of carefully taken notes around the room and disturbing their implements.
Just then, another reaction exploded upwards from the mass in the basin and hurtled to the ceiling, bringing particles of it down after it had stopped.
Grinning, the two of them waited for their Mother to appear. The reactions were moving more haphazardly, spreading further than the confines of the transmutation circle. He somehow heard the glass breaking above the wind that had picked up considerably.
But this was going on too long wasn’t it? While similar to the usual Alchemic reactions they had whenever they did Alchemy, here it was exaggerated, too violent. Al saw Ed looking around the room warily, his hair moving as if it had a life of its own.
“Big brother,” he said, hoping he was being loud enough to be heard. “Something is wrong. It didn’t totally have to do with the evidence that they were seeing in front of their eyes – as unscientific as it sounded, all he could say was that it felt wrong. His left hand was feeling strange and he glanced at it.
Gone. His left hand was gone. He screamed, everything else taking less priority to the fact that his left arm was disappearing under deconstruction.
“Al!”
He tore his eyes away from his predicament and stretched out a hand for Ed. Both knew that doing that wouldn’t help them in the slightest but they still tried, exertion and fear running through them.
He was suddenly stumbling forward and nearly fell to his knees. ’What-?’ Where was he? He was in a open place, all white with nothing in it. Or almost nothing, he amended when he turned around to see a dark… something that looked like it was made out of stone and several times his size. There was a tree engraved on to its surface and it was just floating there – as far as he could tell, there wasn’t anything he could see that was holding it up.
-‘Hey.’-
Definitely almost nothing as he turned to see the person who spoke. It was a while he was turning around that he realised that he hadn’t actually heard the word being said but rather, it had echoed in his mind.
“What – um. Hello.” There was a humanoid figure sitting on the ground a few feet away from him. But that was all he could tell – other than the aura around it, it was completely blank. Featureless.
-‘Ah, a polite one,’- the being said happily. -‘Polite in one way but not in another.’-
What did that mean? As far as he was aware of, he was always polite. Who had he offended? “Who are you?” he asked the being. He didn’t want to talk with the being without knowing its (?) name or just calling it ‘you’.
-‘That, is an interesting question,’- it said, nodding. -‘I’m what you humans refer to as the world. Also known as the “universe” or “God” or “True Knowledge” or “all” or “one”.’-
‘But then, that would mean -”
-‘And…’- A hand was raised and pointed at him. -‘I’m you!’-
‘That doesn’t make any sense!’
There was a large, slow ominous creak behind him. Since the only other thing that was in this space was that stone tablet, it could only be that that was making the noise. Why did it sound like it was a creaky old door opening?
’Welcome, fool.’
He froze at the voice, echoing much more than the first, being much more deeper also. He unfroze when he felt something –so cold!- wind around his legs like a second skin. Black. It was pure black and… it looked like it had a hand on one end. Then another twisted quickly around his other leg and even though it was impossible, nothing was there to help it do that. It moved like a snake.
His thoughts were disrupted when those black things just yanked his feet from under him. For a split second, he thought that his back was going to impact with the ground painfully but he didn’t. More of those things had gone around his upper body and ‘caught’ him. He had been trying to get out of their grasp from the very start but it wasn’t any use; they were far too quick for him to get away from.
They weren’t just supporting him – they were pulling him backwards too. Pulling him towards the door.
The being said one more thing before the doors closed. -‘I’ll show you True Knowledge.’-
He wanted to yell out, scream as what felt like thousands and thousands of bits and pieces of information were unceremoniously shoved into his brain. He instinctively grabbed at one of the arms, Teacher’s lessons ingrained, and pulled, not knowing why he was doing it.
It loosened its grip on him and at the same time, so did the others. He found himself with his back pressed up to that door. But he wasn’t in that white place; this was all black but it highlighted the fact that there was a sliver of light coming through the small opening in it. And he wasn’t going to stare at that gigantic eye that was hovering right in front of him.
His right hand spasmed and he looked down – there was a thin red light that went off into the darkness connected to it. He pulled his hand and he felt the light somehow pull taut. There was a feeling of familiarity coming from it… Ed?
Somehow knowing that wherever he went, Ed would follow him through the connection, he squeezed his way through the crack.
Al twitched as he woke up, disorientated by the white walls for a few seconds before remembering he was in a hospital. He knew that he had been dreaming but he didn’t know what of. There was a vague recollection of his Mother but that was about it.
All thoughts of fast disappearing dreams left his mind as he realised that there was someone standing right there by the window.