Hey everyone, Kasaki Kihoya here. I know you all are waiting for an update on What's Missing, but seeing as classes have started up for me again, that is one thing I probably won't have time for until mid June which is when my quarter ends. I want to be able to focus on that story, and I just can't manage that while I'm attending class. So, I'm starting a drabble series that I will be able to update regularly. Though some update may be longer than what is considered a drabble... Just sayin'. I'll be following prompts in order from the FMA_Fic_Contest on livejournal, so if you ever want an idea of what's next, check there. This is obviously an FMA series, and it will be following the original series, but not totally CoS compliant. You'll see what I mean eventually. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fullmetal Alchemist series or any of it's trademarks. I am making no profit from this literary endeavor as this is purely for my own amusement and the amusement of others who might read this.

Prompt: Automail Dysfunction

The muse of choice: Song; Where the Story Ends – The Fray

It had been a good number of months since Edward and Al had closed the Gate. There was never a day that went by that he didn't wish he had been able to go back home to Amestris. He winced and his body had a slight twitch as his shoulders brutal ache decided to throb to life once again. His eyes screwed shut in pain.

His automail port was finally rejecting the inferior automail and there was nothing he could do about it. If he was lucky he could get another year of use out of the arm if he took it easy, but either way when the arm was fully rejected he would have to pull it out and then the nerves would slowly die from not being used, right along with not being attached to anything.

All of it was just a reminder of a life he could never return to. A brother he could never hug or spar with again. A carefree Colonel he could never get worked up and argue with. Air he could never breath, and a world he could no longer enjoy.

And that ache was not only a countdown, but it was also a reminder of the fate he could only dream of escaping.