Uncle Scar part four, Moving Along
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skerenTitle: Uncle Scar, Moving Along
Rating: G
Spoilers: We will spoil everything we can get our hands on for both Manga and Anime. You’ve been warned.
Notes: It's not all that long, but with luck, we'll finally start picking up the thread of the story now.
The beginning
Payment
Arguments
Part Four
It had been over a year, almost two, and the three males all agreed that they had imposed upon the Rockbells long enough. Winry and Pinako didn’t share that particular view, but there was no point in trying to make them stay. Edward had used the time to get used to his automail, learning his way around it, but he’d also taken that time to learn about this new family member of his.
It had taken a few weeks, but he’d gotten the man that claimed to be blood kin, his uncle, to reveal some defined name to call him. He’d grudgingly allowed that the two boys could call him uncle Jarenth. It was almost amusing to watch the reaction should anyone else try to use his given name however, earning a twitch and glare for the effort before the man would stalk off to brood.
It was mostly a growing restlessness in the full Ishbalan man that urged the three to go. They had no reason to linger, their house destroyed, but there was a promise in Central. Jarenth wouldn’t even abide the concept of the boys applying to be State Alchemists, in fact, he sometimes would watch them with a most curious look when they did alchemy at all. Even he had to see the benefit of going to a big city however. Neither of the boys were farmers, and a large portion of the money left to the pair had gone into the automail that Edward had insisted upon for his leg. He wouldn’t even contemplate what his teacher would do if she were to find out he couldn’t fight anymore.
So that meant that the time leading up to their choice to go had eaten into most of their funds. Alchemy couldn’t restore a building when there were no materials left to do it with. The fire that had followed the transmutation had destroyed everything. They barely had enough funds left to travel to the city. They’d be putting their hopes on Roy Mustang when they got there. But, as Jarenth firmly insisted, the man, not the soldier.
Now, the three were heading into Central, and the crimson-eyed man had to quirk a faint smile at the gobsmacked expressions that were being shown. “All your learning and you’ve never been to a city?”
The elder of the two boys was the one to take offense. “Hey! Don’t be going into that crap, we’ve been to a city… just not one that was this big is all.”
The gray-eyed boy next to him promptly elbowed him in the side. “Brother, I really don’t think Risenbul counts!”
Edward glared at his younger brother before huffing a breath and turning to stare out the window. “Fine, fine. So maybe we’ve never been to the city.”
“But we’ve seen pictures!” Alphonse, ever eager to have something to contribute where his, well, he considered him his half uncle, was concerned, decided to speak up.
“Ah, of course.” Jarenth shook his head slightly before nudging his glasses up his nose. “I suppose we’ll have to see what the pictures didn’t show you then.”
The remainder of the train ride into the station was made in silence, Edward brooding over being chastised, Alphonse quietly considering what the city might have in store for them, while Jarenth considered the more worrisome topics. After all, there was no way the boys could get help from anyone military if he was with them. He’d just have to watch from a distance to be sure they stayed out of trouble. It wasn’t to his liking, but he didn’t want there to be trouble so soon after getting into the city. He didn’t realize that trouble wasn’t something they’d be able to avoid.
Rating: G
Spoilers: We will spoil everything we can get our hands on for both Manga and Anime. You’ve been warned.
Notes: It's not all that long, but with luck, we'll finally start picking up the thread of the story now.
The beginning
Payment
Arguments
Part Four
It had been over a year, almost two, and the three males all agreed that they had imposed upon the Rockbells long enough. Winry and Pinako didn’t share that particular view, but there was no point in trying to make them stay. Edward had used the time to get used to his automail, learning his way around it, but he’d also taken that time to learn about this new family member of his.
It had taken a few weeks, but he’d gotten the man that claimed to be blood kin, his uncle, to reveal some defined name to call him. He’d grudgingly allowed that the two boys could call him uncle Jarenth. It was almost amusing to watch the reaction should anyone else try to use his given name however, earning a twitch and glare for the effort before the man would stalk off to brood.
It was mostly a growing restlessness in the full Ishbalan man that urged the three to go. They had no reason to linger, their house destroyed, but there was a promise in Central. Jarenth wouldn’t even abide the concept of the boys applying to be State Alchemists, in fact, he sometimes would watch them with a most curious look when they did alchemy at all. Even he had to see the benefit of going to a big city however. Neither of the boys were farmers, and a large portion of the money left to the pair had gone into the automail that Edward had insisted upon for his leg. He wouldn’t even contemplate what his teacher would do if she were to find out he couldn’t fight anymore.
So that meant that the time leading up to their choice to go had eaten into most of their funds. Alchemy couldn’t restore a building when there were no materials left to do it with. The fire that had followed the transmutation had destroyed everything. They barely had enough funds left to travel to the city. They’d be putting their hopes on Roy Mustang when they got there. But, as Jarenth firmly insisted, the man, not the soldier.
Now, the three were heading into Central, and the crimson-eyed man had to quirk a faint smile at the gobsmacked expressions that were being shown. “All your learning and you’ve never been to a city?”
The elder of the two boys was the one to take offense. “Hey! Don’t be going into that crap, we’ve been to a city… just not one that was this big is all.”
The gray-eyed boy next to him promptly elbowed him in the side. “Brother, I really don’t think Risenbul counts!”
Edward glared at his younger brother before huffing a breath and turning to stare out the window. “Fine, fine. So maybe we’ve never been to the city.”
“But we’ve seen pictures!” Alphonse, ever eager to have something to contribute where his, well, he considered him his half uncle, was concerned, decided to speak up.
“Ah, of course.” Jarenth shook his head slightly before nudging his glasses up his nose. “I suppose we’ll have to see what the pictures didn’t show you then.”
The remainder of the train ride into the station was made in silence, Edward brooding over being chastised, Alphonse quietly considering what the city might have in store for them, while Jarenth considered the more worrisome topics. After all, there was no way the boys could get help from anyone military if he was with them. He’d just have to watch from a distance to be sure they stayed out of trouble. It wasn’t to his liking, but he didn’t want there to be trouble so soon after getting into the city. He didn’t realize that trouble wasn’t something they’d be able to avoid.