Gemma Glarea

Hohenhiem's Reasons

Following along beside Edward, occasionally looking over to admire his golden hair, and the way it swayed from time to time as he walked. Edward's scent was something you could already tell that you would never forget, the different ways he walked depending on his mood, seemingly unforgettable. He was a tale to be told, and you were starting to see that you could honestly call it your favorite book to date. Your glance was now fixated and glued on the boy, and you didn't even notice your own staring, until his words traveled the air and made their way to your ears.

"(y/n).." Edward says your name, a playful grin quickly forming on to his face.

"What?" You ask, looking around his face for possible clues as too Why his face was looking overly playful.

"Like what you see?" Edward asks playfully, flexing an arm while making a goofy face at you.

"Its not like that!" you quickly shout, waving your hands around in front of you.

"Oh, it's not?" Edward asks, now feeling as though the joke were now on him.

"Fine I was doing my share of admiring." You respond, slight irritation exerted at an attempt to hide your own sudden embarrassment.

"Is that so?" Edward asks, his good playful mood quick to return as you confirm what you were doing by staring.

"I like how your hair sometimes sways when you walk, the many different ways you carry yourself, even your scent." you calmly explain what you were admiring, before Edward rudely interrupted your simple harmless observations.

"Y-you do?" Edward asks, pink covering his cheeks as he didn't know you were exactly serious, "You like those things about m-me?"

"Oh jeez.. Don't let it distract you, we are almost to the house.." You say at the bashful Edward, grabbing ahold of his arm, dragging him faster towards the yellow house.

"Brother! (y/n)!" Alphonse shouts both your names as he stands up from his chair, "Your back!"

"Yeah, were here!" you say with a smile, still holding on to Edward's arm, pulling him to the table along with you.

"Alright, why are you here?" Edward asks coldly, not looking at Hohenhiem but also not beating around the bush.

"Edward.." Hohenhiem says his name quietly, sadness swiftly drowning his once calm expression.

"Well what is it?" Edward shouted, turning his gaze to look at his father as he slammed a fist to the table.

"I came to see Pinako, and my home.. What did you do to my home?" Hohenhiem asks Edward, obviously searching his own mind for the right words to give to his obviously destroyed son.

"We made the decision to not come back, so we destroyed any reasoning to." Edward quickly replies in a huff of annoyance.

"Then why are you here?" Hohenhiem asks calmly, walking Edward towards his real reasoning, whether Edward acknowledges it or not.

"Why does it matter?" Edward almost screams at the man, not wanting to discuss his own past with him.

"You didn't burn my home as a promise, you didn't want to remember what you did." Hohenhiem replies, remaining as calm as he can, knowing he is correct in his own deduction.

"You shut your mouth!" Edward screams at his father, then looking to his lap in fustration, "Why did you leave?"

"Should we wait?" Winry asked as she poked her head from the kitchen, a large bowl in her hands.

"Winry!" You said her name, instantly getting up to take the bowl for her. As you take the food from her hands you offer your help, "I can help you bring things to the table!"