Author: Kristen Sharpe
Date: August 24, 2009
Disclaimer: "Fullmetal Alchemist" belongs to Hiromu Arakawa, Square ENIX, Studio BONES and various other parties.
Author's Note: Because plotbunnies attacked me.
"No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness," Alfons Heiderich often reminded himself.
And, Edward Elric was brilliantly mad. He was focused and intense and frighteningly driven. His insights into their designs had been invaluable.
Yet, sometimes, Alfons would catch Edward gawking at some simple piece of technology as though he had never seen its like. At other times, he would find Edward swearing bitterly at some of their newest lab equipment, muttering about how primitive it was.
And then, there were those times when Edward told his stories of adventures in another world. They started one rare evening when Edward accompanied the team to a beer hall. Alfons had thought nothing of it given Edward was drunk. But, slowly, little things began to slip out in casual conversation - stories, anecdotes. And, Alfons gradually realized that Edward really believed his stories.
So, again and again, Alfons guiltily came to the conclusion that Edward was as mad as he was brilliant.
And then, Edward's eyes would catch the light, and Alfons would have to admit that they weren't just a light brown.
They were golden.
No one had golden eyes.
At least, no one from this world.
Notes: Alfons' line at the beginning is a quote from Aristotle I dug up on the web. And, yes, I know my final line is rather skewered by the fact that alt!Ed had eyes every bit as golden as canon!Ed. But, after months of dithering, I haven't come up with anything better. Suggestions are welcomed.