>.> What is this suggesting?! Elricest?!
Text from Fullmetal Alchemist The Ties That Bind
“Something wrong?” Alphonse asked. “I hope I didn’t scare anyone?”
“No, not at all,” Kip told him, still sounding a little glum.
Wondering what the matter was, but not wanting to pry, Alphonse picked up the box and walked toward the stone steps that would take them up from the river back to the streets. The steps were very high for a small child. Alphonse went first, put down the box, then went back to carry Kip. When they were about to reach the top, Kip spoke from under Alphonse’s arm.
“Do you think I shouldn’t be living with Luon and Shelley?”
“Why?”
Alphonse was just lifting Kip up over the last section of wall. Worry filled the boy’s red eyes as he stared down at him. Alphonse decided not to set him down beside the road but instead sat him on the wall.
“I don’t think there’s a problem with it. Did someone say you shouldn’t?”
“Not really,” Kip replied, looking down at his feet. “It’s just, one of the fathers living down in the houses by the river said I should live with his family until my real parents are found.”
“Why is that?”
“They say I won’t stick out so much among the other Ishbalans. If I’m with them, life would be easier than up here with the Amestrisians. But I don’t know what to do…”
Alphonse thought he understood what the father was saying.
For that little excursion down to the river today, Kip had put on his long-sleeved shirt and a big hood. Even though he wore a T-shirt inside the house, whenever he went outside, he put on longer clothes to hide his brown skin, even when the weather was hot like today.
That’s what they meant by life being difficult up here.
“I didn’t used to think it was a problem at all, me having different-colored eyes and everything. Everybody’s a little different anyway, so what’s the big deal? By then I made some Ishbalan friends, and we talked about books together, and I started coming down here to the river like this.”
Alphonse listened silently.
“Then the grown-ups, they started telling me things. They said it’s not just the color of our eyes. Amestrisians and Ishbalans are different in other ways too, they say. They say I shouldn’t be with them. I didn’t understand what they meant at first, but now I’m starting to think maybe they’re right.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, when I walk through town by myself, everyone always gives me this sad look. It’s almost like it’s hard for them to be near me. Hey, do you think Luon and Shelley feel that too?”
Even as Kip was talking, a passing traveler noticed him and hurried away, a startled look on his face. Residents of the town were probably used to seeing Ishbalans, but Lambsear got its fair share of travelers. Alphonse and Edward, for that matter, had been a little confused when they first met Kip, not knowing how they should talk to him—or even id they should talk to him at all.
So people avoided the little boy from Ishbal, not knowing that while they tried to give him his space, they were actually hurting him.
Kip sat on the wall, hs fingers clenched, hands resting on his knees.
“Do I have to live away from Luon and Shelley because I’m Ishbalan?” he asked again. His little voice was trembling.
Kip looked on the verge of tears, and Alphonse wasn’t sure what to say. He thought for a while, then knelt down before the boy. “Here, I want you to see something, Kip.”
Taking care that no passersby were watching, Alphonse took his fingers and spread the plates of his armor suit.
“Huh?” Kip leaned closer, peering inside then jerked back in surprise. “Yipes!” Where he had expected to see Alphonse, he saw absolutely nothing. “Alphonse?”
Alphonse held a single upright finger to Kip’s open mouth. “Shh. It’s a secret, okay?”
“Where… where are you?”
“I’m right here,” Alphonse told him, “but I’m invisible.” It wasn’t entirely the truth, but the little Kip seemed to believe him. “Wow, an invisible man!”
Alphonse stood again. “Okay, here’s a question for you.”
Kip raised an eyebrow.
“My brother, Edward, is normal—people can see him—but I’m invisible. That makes us completely different. But we stick together, don’t we? Why do you think that is?”
“Well, um…” Kip was caught a little off guard by the question, but he started thinking on it straightaway. “Because you’re brothers?”
“Guess again!”
“Drat,” Kip pouted.
Alphonse crouched until he was at Kip’s eye level and raised a single finger. “The answer is, because I like him.”
“You like him?”
“Yeah. I like my brother. And he likes me. That’s why, even though we’re different, we stay together.”
It was truth. That they were brothers helped, too, of course. But that alone didn’t mean they had to choose to spend practically every day together, sharing good times and bad. Though they might fight and even come to blows sometimes, Alphonse never really disliked Edward. He was just too optimistic, too cool when he fought, and sometimes, hilariously uncool. Alphonse didn’t just like him as a brother, he liked him as a person.
He turned back to Kip. “Do you like Shelley?”
“I do.”
“How about Luon?”
Kip smiled brightly. “A lot!” he shouted, grabbing Alphonse around the neck. “I like him alot! I like both of them a lot! That’s why I want to stay with them, Alphonse.”
And stay with them you should. Being different from somebody isn’t a good enough reason to leave. It’s not a reason at all. I’m sure Luon and Shelley feel the same way about you.”
Alphonse gave Kip a pat on the head, then pulled away. “That’s right. I wanted to buy some souvenirs of Lambsear while we’re here, you want to come with me?”
“Sure, sounds like fun!” Kip nodded, grinning.
“Let’s go then!” Alphonse went to help Kip down from the wall when he stopped suddenly.
“Um, what I just said about my brother…”
Kip held up a finger to Alphonse’s mouth. “Shh. It’s a secret. Right? Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul!”
“Thanks!”
Mother of pizza,man I could live off of this pizza for like three weeks.
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buttercup looks like Hitler
buttercup looks like Hitler
Buttercup WAS hitler
I feel the need to bring this back.
Who’s Hitler?
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“Bored,” he yawned.
Me too. 8/ Aren’t we all, though, since we’re on Tumblr wasting our lives?
((Better than Smeargle’s best attacks:
Charm, Sleep Powder, Harden, Pound))“Don’t defile a beautiful hardware store with your dirty minds!!”
“Though did they really have to put those signs so close together?”It’s not our fault.
Shesh…. Missing days of Tumblr and I can’t find the end to where I last left off. o.o;
Strange…. Oh well! XD You guys exploding my dash gives me something to do. lol
