thebiggerlittlebrother:
Cold, hungry, and alone, Alphonse sat outside the pristine white room that smelled of chemicals and was as barren as it was cold; balled up with his knees hugged tightly to his little chest, and eyes red from crying when heād woken up in that lonely, sterile room with no sign of his brother or the Rockbells. He sniffled and buried his face into his knees as he still tried to piece together everything in his mind, which he soon found to be a bit overwhelming. It was too much; the scientists; this social experiment, they said?; and where was his brother?
Ā A small whimper escaped the boy as he tried harder to curl in on himself and escape from this reality that didnāt, quite yet, feel real. When his effort proved fruitless a few moments later, realizing he was still there and hadnāt woken up from this nightmare, he slowly uncurled himself and rose to his feet. This was going to be tough, but he had to find a way to make it through. He didnāt go through everything heās been through and endured all that training to lay down and try to fade away when things got rough.
Ā With renewed sense of motivation, he clenched his little fists, looked forward, and started to move away from the building and that awful blank room. He moved toward the main street to begin searching. Surely ther would be others there like him what would want to get home, too? If he planned at all to find his brother or a way home, he wouldnāt get anywhere by sitting there. Time to look for some kind of lead.
āExcuse me? Hello? Could anybody help me?ā
Leave the worst role modeling to a boy that could scarcely differentiate between a shrewd inclination when he hears call for help. Rarely is it his idea of a good time to draw near someone without a clear sense of direction,--if they were his kind? this could be different.
He looks friendly. Kanoās always friendly, thatās his gimmick.
Heās seen this scene a billion, gajillion times. The lost connection to their past, promises and wishes thrown asunder -curling into their person as if that would make this all go away. Itās no wonder he can work up a few tears for the foreshadowing that overshadows --everything. Even his understanding smile.
āHelpās on the way if you let it!ā The uncharacteristic grin carves an unforgiving acceptance of the boyās unspeakable grief from one ear to the other, eyes glossing over with sympathy: as if to say, āYouāre not the first, -- but? Let it all out.ā Of course he wasnāt.
What would that make the rest of them, anyway?
He reaches out a hand, stumbling upon the boy as he gathers to his feet. āIām certain this is a huge shock to you, but -- This? Right here?ā He gestures wildly with his hands, āItāll all catch up to you.ā Kano squeezes the boyās hand, warm, and more human than the rest.
āWhatās it the learnt ones keep saying to break in the new ones?...ā He mumbles to himself, as if unheard to anyone but himself. āLet it happen!ā He puts a fist in his open palm, hooking elbows with Alphonse.
āIsnāt there somebody that said something like that to you before? Like. Stick up for yourself!ā Kano twirls a lanyard in the air, smacking it into the little brother complexās chest. From it he slides out a, Hello, my name is āā tag, complete with an uncorked sharpie.
āWhat we do first here is introduce ourselves! Let me show you how this --ā He nudges the kidās attention to the skyscrapers above, at the city, ā----whole thing is done!ā
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