Anyway, I'm here now with some random treats for you. None of which, ironically, were made by me. Eh heh... I DO have some fics planned; I just haven't had any free time. T_T
But nevermind that. Here we go with the presents! :D
My friend Su-chan did this... dunno why she did, but it made me smile. X3
I found this on youtube the other day-- ZOMG, I fangirled like no other! XD This reminds me so much of Alex, and Skeletons in general... so listen and enjoy! ^_^
SKELETONS FANFIC: REASONS
This amazingly adorable fanfic was written by my friend Le-chan, and because she refuses to post it herself, I'm doing it for her. X3
Timeline: Before "Skeletons" & after
Summary: Edward gets a haircut, and in the process he loses something more important than his hair... Something Alex probably shouldn't notice.
A.N. Gift fic for Lissie. The idea just hit me, and I hope you find it as humorous as I did when the idea struck.
Disclaimer: Lissie told me that until I finished “Dual Vision” that I couldn’t even hope to lay claim to Edward and Alex. Even though my hamsters Edward and Alex had babies (Edward was the bitch! ^-^ Alex finally got to be seme!!!!!) and Edward threatened to go to the gat if I didn’t leave him and Al alone so… Yeah, I own NOTHING!!!!
Edward sighed, pulling on a bit of his shortened, newly cut golden hair until the silky strands had pulled free from his fingertips to glide back to his scalp.
He thought his ragged, chin length hair had been fine, but his mother had given him that look when he had said that, and dragged him to the barber anyway with a strict, “Ten-year-olds don’t have long hair.” The fact that his mother had set her foot down about it at all was mildly shocking, she was almost as laid-back as he was becoming.
He really hadn’t put up much of a fight either, it had just seemed too much effort over something as trivial as hair. It didn’t really matter, he guessed, it hadn’t taken much effort on his part to get the hair cut, but it had been a big waste of his time. I could have finished that drawing…
Alchemy, the new family pet courtesy of one little brother’s weakness for starving stray kittens, had been an amazing model as he’d slept peacefully over the vent that pushed hot air into the house, and Edward had nearly finished his drawing when his mother had summoned him for this ridiculous escapade.
One more exhalation.
“Edward Simon, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, you’ve always looked good with that style.”
“Yeah, when I was five…” Edward grumbled, but when Teri looked at him questioning his comment, he just shook his head, forcing a quick smile that took more energy than he’d expected. Suddenly he wished to take a nap.
He wasn’t sure what it was, but lately he’d just been too tired to react much. He assumed it was due to his growing up, or maybe it was the sullen atmosphere that had covered the house after grandpa Edward’s death.
That had been tiring. Edward himself wasn’t too hurt by it, the man was old, in his mind Edward Sr. had earned his death. Who the hell wanted to live past ‘ancient’ anyway? But, unlike him, Alex had been devastated. He’d cried for hours on end, and Edward had lost his cool after the first thirty minutes. Maybe his hot-headed temper had been sucked out of him from the constant fights Alex and he got into during that time. Whatever the reason was, Edward found himself on very neutral grounds on almost everything.
“We’re home!” Teri Elric cried, pushing the front door open, and gliding in, a permanent smile etched on her face. Edward slowly dragged his form through the doorway after his mother, hearing his father’s voice from upstairs asking about his hair. Why was everyone so concerned about that?
“Brother, I can’t find Alchemy. Do you… know… where…” Alex’s voice slowly trailed off, not unlike the bright look in his hazel eyes as he looked up at Edward, noticing his new look instantly.
Edward felt a littler irked by this reaction, and squirmed a bit. Sure he was mellowing out dramatically as of late, but Alex still seemed to drag out the energy in him, and right now, annoyed and pissed off were rising to his placid surface.
“What?! Forget your question? Or have you never seen a hair cut before?” Edward asked, feeling slightly stupid for using the same style of comeback his baby sister tended to use. Next I’ll be using the “I’m rubber, you’re glue” idiocy… Edward thought glumly, his mood darkening further.
What was it that made him so mad around his brother?
Hazel eyes teared over, and a dark blush came to rounded cheeks. Edward sighed again, rolling his eyes at the actions he’d long ago memorized as Alex’s I’m-going-to-play-god-and-flood-the-worl
“Alex…” Edward started, reaching out, not feeling like putting up with his tears, and the lecture he was sure to get from both parents for upsetting the little dweeb, but the moment he stepped forward, Alex jerked back, his mouth opening up on a loud, screaming wail of anguish that startled Edward. Then, Alex turned and bolted up the stairs. A slamming door from down the hall proved that the boy had just locked Edward from their room.
Edward blinked, unsure of what to make of Alex’s sudden actions, but his confusion was short lived as the twin cries of, “Edward!” thundered down to him, and he winced, his pout returning.
Sometimes having a little brother sucked!
Edward scrubbed at his teeth with a vengeance; brushing so hard his gums smarted and ached from the actions, but he didn’t care. This is stupid! Today, sucks! I should never have gotten out of bed at all! Stupid hair cut, stupid Alex, stupid sneakers…. Edward’s thoughts continued to loop in a tiring, dizzying method, until Edward was almost too tired to seethe anymore. Finally, he set the toothbrush aside, spitting the foam out of his mouth only to replace it with water as he rinsed.
What’s his problem anyway? You’d think I’d flushed Bunny down the toilet or something. Edward griped, slinking off to the shared room—he was too exhausted to stomp—and received a glare from the lump of bed sheets, as two hazel eyes watched him from under the darkened edge of the coverlet.
“Oh for the love of god…” Edward grumbled, rolling his eyes, and stomped with renewed energy to the ladder, crawling into his bed quickly. “Goodnight, weirdo.” Edward called down to Alex-the-glowering-ball-of-bed-sheets.
Edward sat up and looked over the side, his hair standing up comically on his head at the sudden sound emitted from the bottom bunk. Did Al just growl at me?
When all he got was a glare, and a flying blue bunny in the face, Edward pulled back into his bed with a flop. Forget it! Who cares, I don’t!
Alex had been acting rather strange since his return from the barbershop, and Edward wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or really pissed off. He’d chosen pissed off because being concerned required acting worried, and asking him what was wrong, and caring when the boy would only kick him in the shin in response. God, I only asked him to pass the salt! What reason did he have for kicking me like that?! Edward sighed. Being pissed off seemed to be just as stressful, that was a major let down.
Sleep. Just ignore stupid brother, and sleep. Edward coaxed, his golden eyes closing as sleep tried to take him away into its warm arms, but it seemed that even that margin of peace was to be denied him.
It was the wood rungs of his latter that warned him, with a squeak, or Alex’s approach. Edward tried to ignore it, knowing that the small boy was too chicken to actually climb all the was up to his bed, but was shocked out of his ignorance as a sudden weight behind him proved his previous theory wrong.
For several moments, Edward stopped breathing, feeling rather uncomfortable, as Alex seemed to just perch there behind him, staring. Just when his hair began to raise in the I’m-officially-creeped-out manner, Alex moved. But instead of crawling back down to his own bed, the small warm body slithered beneath Edward’s own blankets, pulling close against him, in a way the smaller hadn’t done since Edward had threatened to throw him off the bed if he wouldn’t stop crying.
What? Edward wondered just as the crying began. Oh, for heavens sake! Edward shifted to roll over, ready to yell, and was stalled by the gentle brush of fingers through his short-cropped hair. The action made him shiver as a pleasant chill ran don his spine, settling in every nerve, echoing pleasantly through his body.
Edward’s mind melted for several moments as the petting continued, until he realized that having his brother pet him, and his enjoyment of such things was infinitely wrong, and with a snarl he rolled over facing the tear and snot streaked face of his younger brother, his light brown hair a birds nest upon his head from his blanket cocoon, amazingly, Bunny was not present.
Suddenly he feared the tears were because he’d lost that stupid kangaroo.
“That’s it! What’s wrong?” Edward asked, hoping to god it had nothing to do with that stuffed animal. Last time Alex had misplaced the thing, the entire family had scoured the restaurant for three hours to find it. Staying up to search for said annoyance was not what Edward wanted to do. Luckily, it seemed Bunny had nothing to do with his tears, Edward though, seemed not so lucky.
“It’s gone… all gone….” Alex hiccupped, his fingers curing in Edward’s bangs, slipping back out sadly, as though saying his last goodbyes to a loved one. “You lost it.”
Edward lifted an eyebrow, unwilling to believe what he was hearing. “What?” When his question received no answer, and Alex continued to cry and pet his head, Edward lost his cool and rolled his eyes, hands reaching up to grab Alex’s hands and forcefully pulled them from him with a deep glare, his fingers curling around Alex’s. “Al, it’s just hair, all right? Stop acting like I killed Alchemy and buried him in the basement.”
“You killed Alchemy?!”
“No!” Edward snapped, sitting up ready to fight his point to the end. “Of course I didn’t kill the cat, idiot! It was an example!”
“Oh…” Alex seemed unconvinced, and Edward had the itch to throw the smaller boy from his bed. God, how he annoyed and wore him out.
“You’re just acting so dang crazy over my stupid hair being cut, its ridiculous. It’s just hair, it’s not all that important.”
Suddenly, Alex’s half-accusing stare turned melancholy and sad, and Edward felt his breath leave him in exhaustion. He really needed to get his own room, Alex just made things too emotionally charged and exasperating.
“No. No, Brother it’s not.” Alex replied, looking heart broken as he slipped one and free to pat the side of Edward’s face. The ten-year-old told himself that the sudden chill was from the air in the room and not from his little brother’s unintentional caress.
“W—what do you mean, Al…ex?” Edward stumbled, not liking how his voice cracked and hitched as he tried to talk to his brother. It restored his ire quickly.
“It wasn’t just hair that you lost.” Alex clarified, as if consoling a toddler on something he wasn’t aware of, and it angered Edward more, but he was just too tired to really argue or summon enough strength to be sarcastic.
“Oh, then what did I lose?” Edward asked, sounding bushed, and watched as those hazel eyes turned dark ad foreboding in the shadows of the night.
Edward suddenly had the urge to draw them, but brushed it off quickly, as Alex closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath to answer him.
“Your sex appeal.”
Rubbed his eyes, and blinked again.
Shook his head, and blinked a third time, and when Alex still was in his bed looking up at him in all seriousness, did Edward let the uncomfortable silence settle in as his shock took over. How does he even know that term? Edward thought, not even wanting to know why he’d suddenly felt so devastated at the thought that his brother thought he was no longer sexually appealing. The quiet seemed to stretch on into eternity, before Edward looked away from saddened hazel to analyze the comforter his mother had put on his bed.
“Uh, Al… you’re… um, not really supposed to notice that.” Edward finally choked out, when he could find no real comment for Alex’s observation. The younger Elric boy looked shocked and mildly frightened at this new bit of information, and he leaned closer, his words nothing more than a breathy whisper in the night.
Uncomfortable silence filled the room for a long time.
(Many years later…)
Rosalie grimaced as she watched her grown brother walk through the living room of his apartment, his long, golden, braid dragging across the floor smearing green paint and attracting the attention of the two resident cats, Karma and Socks.
“Ew, Edward, that’s just sick. You know how many germs you’re hair is currently breeding?” The girl asked, tilting her head as her brother looked back at her in mild confusion.
A sharp look at the monstrously long hair seemed to do the trick as Edward made a face of understanding. A smirk lifted his features as he pulled his braid over his shoulder to examine it.
“Hm.” Was his only response to Rosalie’s question, and the woman rolled her eyes, not too surprised by his casual laziness. She’d always known her brother was pathetically lazy, but this was pushing it jut a little too far.
“Why don’t you just cut it?” Rosalie asked, slumping further into the soft couch. “If you’re too lazy to make an appointment, I’ll do it, but please, this is getting rather disgusting. I mean how can you possibly wash it?” Rosalie got her answer to that as the smirking glance Edward sent the now blushing Alex.
“Oh.” Was all she said.
“Sorry, Rosie, but I can’t cut it. Ever.” Edward’s response was rather odd, and Rosalie looked up at him in confusion, not fully following him as he caught and met Alex’s bashful gaze, the high-school teacher looking both pleased and embarrassed by the look.
“Why?” She asked, when she was unable to guess from the body language between her brothers. Usually it was so easy to read them, she wondered if she’d gotten lazy from lack of constant contact with them. It wasn’t often she was able to get all three kids out of the house (She briefly wondered how Lisa and Todd were holding up).
Edward chuckled, sparing her a glance. “Because,” Edward, in an earth-shattering moment, winked at his kid sister before opening his mouth and saying something Rosalie had only expected to come from Todd’s big yap. “if I cut it, I’d lose my sex appeal.”
Rosalie was speechless, her jaw on the floor.
Alex blushed darkly, excusing himself to the kitchen, Edward following after still smiling.
Karma and Socks chased after the green tipped braid.
Rosalie blinked out of her stupor. “That’s your reason?!”
A.N. Okay, that’s it. ^-^ Yes, I know, cheesy, predictable, and a little sappy but I LIKED it so there. ^-^
Well, that's all for now, guys. I'll try to upload some of my own stuff soon. ^_^;
Thanks for your patience!
PS. Anyone who's going to ACen '07-- KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR AN EDWARD JR.! XD My friend Le-chan is offically going as our favorite incestuous painter. ^__________________^ Personally, I can't wait for pictures! :3