Chapter four of four

Fullmetal alchemist is copyrighted to Hiromu Arakawa, VIZ, FUNimation, etc. I do not own anything except for the fan-fiction story line and the OC characters.

"I'm leaving."

"It's six in the morning." Winry paused, rubbing her eyes.

"I need to head out early for my train." Wrath shrugged. "I don't feel like imposing on you anyway. It's not as if we're actually friends or something."

The blonde paused. "Do you want me to be your friend?"

"I don't need fake compassions to live." Wrath smiled slightly. "I'm just here. I might not be able to perform alchemy anymore, but I'm still Wrath. I've never been anything else. I won't change."

"That's a nice philosophy." Winry smiled. "I spent a good part of my life convincing them not to force change. You should just go with the flow, right?"

Wrath paused. "Why are you saying these things to me?"

"You might not be the real son of Trisha-san, but you're still you, right? You said it yourself." The girl sipped onto her coffee mug. "You're still Izumi-san's blood relative. You were born in this village, so you're still one of us. I don't care what you've done before because there's no point in living in past."

"Yeah." Wrath muttered, smiling slightly. "There's no point to live in the past. Good advice, you should take it yourself."

"Well, you know. I try to." She stretched in her seat, looking out the window. "The world's filled with so many mysteries. Alchemy is just one way we humans try to solve them. Yet, with the production of all this, in the end, science is the only thing that can grant our wishes. I never wanted to learn alchemy, yet I only got tangled back into it. You can't help these things."



"You're a good person. They're lucky to have you as a friend."

"I'd like to be friends with you, too." She winked. "But, you know, boys like you can't possibly understand the way my mind works."

"Friends." Wrath's eyes softened. "It's such a great thing."

Winry paused.

"They're the only things I can't possibly understand. The existence of humans can all be accounted for at one time or another. You can understand how, why and for what reason someone is born, but you can't explain such a simple thing called friendship." Wrath paused, looking at his automail arm.

"If everything could be explained in some degree, then the world wouldn't be so complicated." Winry sighed. "The government, the will of the people and alchemy. I don't think anyone can ever explain this and relate it all to full circle."

"I guess not." Wrath paused.

"Our existence can't be defined into terms." The mechanic sighed. "The things we do, who we are and how we live. We might not be remembered after our death, but we still have the will to move on. Why is it that we always find the things in the last place we took for?"

The boy fell quite. "Because then we stop looking. I spent my life as homunculi, yet all I ever wanted to be was a human. It's so tragic, isn't it?"

"Hey." Winry smiled. "You're here, alive and breathing. So it's all good, isn't it?"

"I suppose."

"You're a good kid, Wrath. I don't think anyone can ever hate you."

"Do you think they hate me?"

"Who? Ed and Al?" She smiled. "They can never bring themselves to hate someone. Even if your existence is a burden to them, they can never wish for someone to be hurt."

"Do you think Mom hates me?"

Winry paused. "I don't think Izumi-san has quite forgiven herself yet. But I know that she sure doesn't hate you."

"No, I'm not talking about her." Wrath whispered. "Sloth… Trisha Elric spent her life dedicated to her sons. She said that such unconditional love was something she would not stand in past life. Yet, why do you think it is that she took care of me? Was it that they were too good for her, so she chose me instead?"

"Trisha was a good woman." Pinako spoke up, emerging from the door in her night cloth. "She took great care of her sons. Even if being homunculi changed her perspective on motherhood, she cannot just throw away these motherly instincts. It's the same to being alive."

"Am I really alive?"

"Your presence is accounted for." Winry smiled. "Isn't that enough? You have people who care about you. Isn't that all you ever need to survive?"

"I don't know. Is it?"

"You question yourself too much." Pinako sucked on her pipe. "Someday, these answers will come to you when you least expect it. For now, you just have to move on."

"But how can I be at peace with myself if I don't even understand…" Wrath trailed off. "I don't even understand why I'm alive!"

The Rockbell women exchanged looks.

"You're alive because you were once cared for." Winry smiled. "You're still cared for. Even if you doubt the love from the people around you, it's still there. Even if they won't admit it, it's still there. Heck, I'll be the first to admit it, if it makes you feel better. You're a good kid. I'm glad you're still here."


"Run along." Pinako declared. "Don't you have a train to catch? I'd hate for you to stay another few days for missing the train."

"Eh. Thanks." He headed out the door, taking one last look at the blonde girl, who was still grinning, before smiling himself.

He wasn't sure why he was alive. But he was here, and it was all good. Maybe that was the benediction he was granted with. At least now, he has someone else to come back to.


Okay, so I started writing this over a year ago. I thought of this as one of my small projects in dedication to my finishing the anime series. Well, it turned into something painstaking to write. Wrath isn't as easy to portrait as many people think, and I manage to hold up until to finish this.