tampered | Log: Ongoing

When: August 30th
Rating: PG
Characters: Izumi

sonotshort and Wrath

fifthsin
Summary: Izumi coming to pick Al up (Ed and Wrath are welcome to join if they wish)
Log:

Al sat on the ground, considered using alchemy to make something, but then he remembered Izumi's words about not using alchemy unless absolutely necesary. If she came and found he'd transmuted something to sit on, she might get angry at him. The blonde couldn't suppress the shudder that went through him.

Izumi could be very scary.

Al sighed and looked around. He hadn't moved away from that eerie carousel since that's where Izumi would be looking for him. But still, it gave him the creeps, it just kept going, and no one operated it, no one rode it. What was it's purpose?

Then there was the ticking. It was constant and it wasn't going away. It was getting annoying.

"I wonder how long it'll take Teacher to get here." He wondered aloud as he brought one knee up to his chest. "Maybe this place won't seem so scary once she's here."

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Al didn't try to pull away, just taking in everything about Izumi. Memories of how she smelled and what it felt like to have her hug him came back to him. How her many braids hung when they came loose from their tie.

Everything about her was the same.

As she reeleased him she quickly scrubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his coat, ridding them of tears. He didn't want to cry in front of Izumi.

"I think I've gotten a little taller. And I kept practicing martial arts like you wanted." Al said with a wide smile.

"Cake?" His young face lit up, he LOVED cake. And sweet things in general. But then, four years, deproved of sugar in a suit of armor would make anyone love sweets. "That sounds wonderful, teacher."

He trotted after her loyally, almost bouncing from happiness.

After seeing his mother rush out of the house, Wrath knew something had to be up and fused himself with the door to get out. He followed behind, not too far, in order to see if she would be alright. He had lost her once, he didn't want to lose her again. When he saw the familiar blond in the red coat, he almost jumped. So, Al had finally made it to this world as well.

He leaned against a nearby building and waited for the two to return. Smiling, he said, "so, Al, you and your brother will be reunited again at last. I'm glad..."

Izumi patted Al’s head, glowing in pride at the boy’s admittance of practicing martial arts after her death. “Ohohoh? Have you? Once your brother recovers… balance, I should have you two fight to see who has improved the most.” She winked at her student.

She marched out the Carousel, leading Al toward Cafe Juliet. By midway, Izumi paused; an all-too-familiar voice had reached her ears. Eyes narrowing, she crossed her arms and turned to see Wrath, at the shadow of a building they were just passing by.

“You’re worse than Ed, honestly,” she noted severely, but then smiled, offering her hand. Izumi could not be serious long around Wrath. It was a soft spot she had. “We’re going to the Cafe, son. I’ll buy you the muffins you like to take home. How that sounds?”

Wrath merely smiled and took the offered hand. But he knew that today should not be about him, but instead about Al. He had to try to share his mother's attention...without being jealous. It had been hard to fight against his cardinal sin, but Wrath was managing.

Al smiled, happy at having pleased Izumi and then nodded as she suggested a sparring session with Ed once his limbs were repaired. "I'm sure Ed's improved alot." Though Al had a tendancy to never lose when faced against his brother.

Al blinked as he heard Wrath's voice, and then smiled at the young sin. "Wrath!" He exclaimed, smiling. "Yeah, I just got here." he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Right now, he really didn't want to explain exactly how he'd gotten to the City. Izumi would not be pleased.

He smiled seeing Izumi and Wrath hold hands. He knew how much Teacher had loved Wrath back in Amestris, it made him happy to see they had been reunited again.

Izumi was happy to see that Wrath got along with Al; his relationship with Edward was not bad but could improve. Maybe because both had an explosive temper and put together wasn’t a good idea.

“To the Café,” said Izumi, starting to move again, guiding both, her son and her student to the small looking shop. It was crowded and impossibly bigger inside. As much people gathered within, there was always a free table and chairs to spare. The atmosphere was pleasant laced with vanilla and chocolate scents.

“Choose what you want, Al, son,” she offered, feeling solicitous. Izumi would make sure to make the boys exercise harder tomorrow to justify that day’s gluttony.

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